A delirious roar echoed through the four corners of the enclosed space, the swivel chair crashed against the hardwood floor, engaging a squeal of agony from the object. A trail of school papers sprinkled around the pastel-hued chalks crumbled into fragments, resembling pixie dust shining on the ground.
Her pink-painted nails crashed harshly against the palm of her hand, decorating crescent moons on her smooth skin as her ocean-blue voids cursed death at the culprit of the seemingly perfect portrait of her face bolstered with words of adoration etched on the blackboard.
Juvia Lockser hates perfection.
Unsatisfied with her masterpiece, her high-heeled shoes clashed against the front row seats, prompting the chairs to crash against the ground like dominos earning a high-pitched ring from the pieces of furniture.
A chorus of melodic birds drifting through the early morning air, seemingly somehow aided a sense of relaxation towards the turmoil burning inside her. Legs weakening from exerting force way too much, her plump behind sat on the teacher's table causing her skirt to hike up to her mid-thigh, chest heaving as she caught her breath.
"Fuck it! Fuck everyone!" she murmured, glaring at the vibrant love proclamation on the board as she raked her slender fingers on her luscious curls of cerulean.
In times like this, images of the incident from two weeks ago kept flashing through her mind, when she was almost molested — she embraced herself as a jolt of tremor coursed through her, shaking her head as if to vanish that thought away. Thank Mavis, she hadn't encountered that pesk ever since he was exiled from their school. Rumors have it that he was paralyzed from the legs, and had an arm broken or two, and she had a brief idea why.
A ghost of a smile twitched the corner of her pinkish lips, blue eyes shining with a mischievous gleam as she reveled over his despair.
Abruptly, her alone time was cut short as she heard the front door whisking open, sweat began trailing down her body — a contrast to the low temperature of the enclosed space, blue fringes clinging against her forehead as the hair on her skin stood up from fear of being caught in such a situation, heart thrashing wildly against her ribcage.
Was she caught?
"G-good morning! Juvia saw some senior trashed the room—" she stopped her rambling when she caught sight of the person standing in the doorway, the fake sweet tone of her voice gingerly fading into thin air, "Oh! It's just you."
Gray, the intruder, leaned his body against the doorway, losing his interest in the book clutched in his veiny hand, glacial-blue orbs taking in the sight in front of him behind his spectacles.
The designated examination room for the junior year students stared back at him on its anarchic state, organization of furniture absent in the frequently clean space; a pile of papers lay down beside broken chalks that spread throughout the ground, a set of chairs resting sideways on the wooden floor as if it was purposely kicked out this way. However, the icing on the cake —a stupid portrait of the very person in the room, decorated with 'I love you' on the blackboard.
On the center of the furnace disorder, rested the picture-perfect Heather of their prestigious academy with a bewildered look on her face, the vibrant glow of her ivory skin and ocean-blue eyes contrasted with the flock of dark objects around her.
Truly a sight to behold, a hint of mischief flickering through his irises as his mouth stretched on a Cheshire-cat smile — encaged in anarchy, the Juvia Lockser never looked as bewitching as ever, he couldn't help but note that she somehow fit in this chaotic scenery, rather than a canvas of roses and daisies.
Beneath the facade of an unreachable beauty is a flower seeking its wilt.
Gray raised his hand to his face, removing the spectacles covering his darkened orbs, hanging it on his uniform as he spoke in a rather smooth tone. "Juvia Lockser, you're after my heart," he brought his hand to his left chest to emphasize his dramatics. "Throwing tantrums on the school premises, a rather bold move for my favorite girl if I must say," he intoned, catching her flinch at the mere mention of being his favorite girl as if it was an insult. In a way, indeed, it is an insult.
Acting as the gentleman that women coerced him to be, he trudged towards the blackboard, picking up the eraser on its edge before gliding his hand around the surface to rub out the ludicrous doodles which he deemed as the catalyst for her emotional turbulence. Gaze traveling through his silver watch, the raven-haired prince noted that it wouldn't be long until more students began to flock to the school, so with practiced grace, he glided around the room, lining up the set of furnaces that she had trashed in her fit of anger.
A steady stream of perspiration trickled down his pale skin once he was finished, he raked his finger through his halo of raven as his feet trudged towards the ocean-eyed beauty, who remained sitting on the center table as if it was her throne as she let him clean the havoc she created as if he was her mere servant.
"Hey, have you calmed down now?" he queried, tilting his head as he searched for any hint of turmoil behind her jaded orbs of sea blue. The raven-haired prince only received a meek nod from his question, raising a thick eyebrow as he watched her seemingly avoiding his scrutiny.
Juvia blew out air to her roseate-hued cheeks, looking out at the golden scenery of the morning sun in the window before she murmured her words, "T-thank you!"
"I didn't quite catch it. Can you repeat it?" a smirk of satisfaction emerged upon his boyish features, placing his right palm on the side of the table as he leaned his body forward, seemingly cornering her between his body and the table.
"Ugh!" a hint of disdain gleamed through her siren eyes, defined jaw clenching as she brought her palm to his chest to put distance between their proximity, before standing up from the table and grasping his forearm. "Gray knows what? Just come with Juvia," without further ado and any hunt of protest from him, she hauled him out of the examination room, his feet instinctively treading behind her high-heeled shoes.
Only when they reached their destination did she let go of her grip, the aroma of flowers and wild leaves from the open entrance door wafted through the cool morning air as they halted by the locker area, with rhythmic tune of laughter and morning greetings bursting through the space as students scampered around, from checking in their belongings and changing to their indoor shoes. Gray leaned his back on the cold surface of a locker as the blue-haired female typed out her combination on her storage, fishing out a paper bag, then hastily shoving it towards him which instantly garnered several watchful eyes around them.
"What's this?" he queried, his tone coming up a bit too tumultuous for his taste.
Her perfectly shaped blue brows drew up in a straight line, no doubt finding him dumb for his almost display of excitement. "Nothing, just Gray's blazer. Juvia had been meaning to give it back to Gray, but she was unable to give it to him because," she looked away, a deep shade of red rushing into her cheeks, "He was always, uhm… a bit distracted?" Meaning, that his tongue distracted on some of his fans' throats.
Gray scratched a finger to his cheek as he could feel a hot sensation trickling through his neck and ears, he faked a cough before speaking, "I see, so that's it?" He received a simple bob of the head from the beauty and an awkward silence ensued, deciding that their conversation was over, it prompted him to turn his back from the fair lady, merely waving his hand as a sign of goodbye.
"Wait," she squeaked before he could even take a few steps away from her, her pink-painted fingers clutched on the sleeves of his wool blazer, making him halt on his spot to look back at the gorgeous female.
An eruption of high-pitched screams and displeased sighs reverberated through the locker area, the brief exchange between the heartbreak prince and the flower in a high peak swiftly caused chaos to ensue as it was truly a sight to behold for most of the students.
A genuine and sweet smile lights up on her serene features, her bright gaze conveying her words before she could even speak her words. She tiptoed on her high-heeled shoes to whisper her speech into his ear, "Thank you for what you did last time, for causing Bora's expulsion. It means a lot to Juvia," her voice was laced with sincerity as she brought a palm to her chest.
"That was just the bare minimum, anyone would do that," a sardonic smile emerged on his handsome face, yet his eyes gleamed on a rare moment of candor, unconsciously bringing his palm on her tidy halo of cerulean.
"Not anyone for Juvia."
Before a question could even erupt from his lips, he was disrupted by a cacophony of vexatious shrieks and howls from teenage girls and hormonal boys watching, and scrutinizing their every move as if they were their own means of entertainment.
"Gray-oji! Are you dating her?"
"Juvia-chan! What are you doing with this punk?!" shrieked a brute man who seemingly is the leader of her fan club, the very definition of punk, taking a step forward towards them.
A surge of avalanche danced behind Gray's glacial orbs, he clenched his jaw as he briefly fixed his displeased and cold gaze towards the stupid brute advancing towards her, his dark aura made the intruder back away with a feminine shriek tumbling out of his big, dark mouth. The raven-haired prince's display of dominance did not go unobserved by a pair of oceanic eyes, his icy-blue orbs caught a fleck of surprise and a hint of admiration glinting in those beautiful pair.
Jaded, he decided to provide more drama, satisfaction, or maybe despair to the eyes of the onlookers, a sly smirk lighting up on his boyish features as he gently touched a strand of her cerulean waves, twirling it between his fingers before tucking it behind her ears; leaning down to whisper his speech in a honey-laced voice, "My proposal from the last time is still available, by the way." He backed away from her, a mischievous gleam flickering through his irises as her rosy cheeks flushed in a maroon-tinged.
Catching a glimpse of salmon-pink and blonde walking past the locker area, the heartbreaker decided to end the morning theatrics. "See ya then, Juvia!" he halfheartedly bid his goodbye, taking long strides to catch up to the childhood sweethearts.
"Here comes the third wheel," Lucy joked, leaning her head on her boyfriend's muscular arms as she could feel the fatigue surging through her veins from studying last night. Yawning, her hazel irises looked up at her friend, "By the way, what were you doing earlier, Gray? PDA, that was so unlike you."
"Good morning to you too, Lucy."
"Luce, can't you see? He's making a move on his long-time crush," interjected Natsu, earning a forceful whack on his halo of pink from the raven-haired teenager. Just as the green-eyed athlete was about to take his revenge, his stomach churned as his nose picked up the sweet aroma of food, his gaze traveling downwards to the paper bag his friend was holding, "I smell food! What's in the paper bag, ice-dick?"
"Language!" his girlfriend reprimanded, jewelry-adorned fingers reaching up towards his pierced ear, hauling him towards the examination room before her boyfriend could even do something stupid like stealing her dear friend's food, and Mavis knew, it could result in huge chaos, and worst, more paperwork for her in the student council.
Gray merely shrugs, taking a peek on the interior of the paper bag, only to find a pack of melon and pork bread, partnered with a carton of milk resting atop his navy-blue blazer. And Juvia said, it was just his blazer on the paper bag.