Eleven - Erza Scarlet
"Mr. Fernandes!" Erza yelped, pushing Siegrain away from her and standing up. "Hello, sir!"
"Miss Scarlet," the old man greeted solemnly. "If you're going to do things of that nature with my sons, please have the decency to leave my sitting room first."
"Oh, we weren't- I'm not- It isn't what you think!" she stammered, looking to Siegrain, desperate for help explaining things.
He smirked. "We'll go upstairs next time," he said. "You're home early, aren't you?"
"I have to pack," Faust said. "I'm going on a business trip."
Though he hid it well, Erza could see the disappointment on Siegrain's face.
"Of course," he said. "Do you need anything?"
"Yes, where is Myst?"
"He stayed behind for a study hall," Siegrain lied smoothly. "Perhaps I could be of assistance in his place?"
"Where is your other brother?" Faust asked.
"I can help-"
"Siegrain," his father warned.
Siegrain sighed. "Jellal is up in his room."
Faust left and Siegrain's shoulders visibly slumped. Erza couldn't help but feel bad for him. He was the only one of the brothers that wanted anything to do with his father's company, and he was the one that Faust always overlooked. Erza wasn't sure if he wanted her to pretend everything was okay, or if he wanted her to be comforting. He was harder to read than Jellal was.
"Sieg?" she said carefully.
"Let's go out," he said, turning to face her.
"Uh-" Before she could answer, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the door. "Where?" she inquired.
"I don't know," he said. "Do you want to see a movie?"
"Are you asking me on a date?" she asked in surprise.
He stopped and turned to her, tilting his head to the side a bit. "Erza," he said, his voice making her feel slightly tingly. "Do you like Jellal?"
The question caught her by surprise. "Wh-what?" she stammered. "Why would you ask that?"
"I know you did when we were younger," he said. "I could see it in your face when Simon asked you the same question."
"I don't know what-"
"Don't lie to me, Erza," he commanded, placing his hands on her shoulders and backing her into the wall. Her heart was beating fast. "Do you still love him?"
"L-love?" she repeated. "Sieg, let me go. Stop asking strange questions." She tried to push him off, but he only pressed her harder against the wall.
"You're not denying it!" he exclaimed. "Who do you love? Me or Jellal?"
His face was incredibly close to hers again, causing her thoughts to jumble. She tried to steady her breathing and clear her mind. Even when she was clear-minded, she couldn't decide on her feelings. How did Siegrain expect her to give him an answer? He was practically glaring at her, though, she saw a hint of desperation in his eyes.
"I don't know," she whispered. "I'm confused, Sieg. I- it's not that I don't like you, I just can't sort out my feelings."
"Maybe I can clear up your confusion," he said, lifting her chin and bringing his lips closer to hers.
He wore a smirk and his eyes had softened slightly. But he was still scaring her and making her unsure.
"Sieg," she murmured.
She was about to tell him to stop, when she was saved by the creaking of the door. Siegrain looked over, giving Erza the opportunity to push him away. She opened the door all the way, but no one was there. It must have moved on its own. She just shook her head and ran.