The Revival (Sequel)

Chapter 3: Mistake

~Lucy's POV~

My eyes fluttered open to a splitting headache. "Damnit," I verbally cursed at myself. I shot a hand up to my aching head, applying the slightest amount of pressure.

I stared down at the blue and white sheets, feeling the fabric quiver underneath my shaking legs. Their striped pattern began to swirl, causing me to feel nauseous.

I quickly fought the urge to throw up, placing my free hand against my chest. My heart was beating a mile and minute, my anxiety increasing.

Very slowly, my eyes trailed across the room. It was lined with plain white walls and wooden flooring. Trash and random clothes were scattered around the messy floor.

I looked to my right and slightly gasped. One of my gold pumps was literally stuck in the wall. The heel of the shoe had dug it's way into the plaster, allowing it stick like it had been thrown.

Where was I? What time is it? What the hell did I do last night?

All of these nerve racking questions swirled around in my brain, causing my stomach to be even more upset.

Fragments of the party started coming back to me, making me regret everything. Dancing on top of the tables, meeting the new Delta recruits, and Levy pulling on my shoulder to go home.

I knew this party wasn't a good idea the night before our first day of class.

Wait.

Class!!

My hand shot out towards the clock placed on the bedside table. I turned it over, my palms glistening with sweat. 10:05.

Whew.

My heart instantly felt better. I still had a little under an hour till my class started. I shakily swung my legs over the bed side frame, letting them dangle.

Where was my dress?

My bra remained on, but I had somehow changed into a giant red t-shirt. I gently grabbed the soft cotton material and brought it up to my nose.

Mint. Another sigh of relief escaped my mouth.
This was one of Natsu's shirts.

It draped over my legs, kind of like a sweater dress. The only question was, where was Natsu?

I slowly hopped out of bed, leaning my hand on the wall for support. I made my way to the door, shuffling through all of the rubble.

My hand grasped around the cool golden metal, and pulled the door knob. I was met with a long and narrow hallway. There were a few doors against the opposite wall.

Red solo cups once again littered the floor, but they were joined by something else. Bodies. Not dead, but sleeping.

I didn't recognize anyone, but a few guys and girls were scattered across the hall. It still smelled heavily of booze.

I left the small room and headed down the hallway, instantly remembering that I was in the frat house. The appearance was drastically different to the somewhat clean house last night.

As I approached the stairs, and big number 3 was molded. I was on the third floor, Natsu's floor. The house was extremely quiet other than my walking around.

I held the big shirt down so I could walk down the steps without flashing anyone. As if anyone was going to be awake.

Downstairs was even worse. Trash, bottles, and people scattered everywhere. Plus, a pool of vomit resided at the bottom of the steps. I pinched the bridge of my nose to block out the smell.

I needed water, but to my surprise, I heard the water running in the kitchen. I made my way over, recognizing a tall pink haired boy. He was filling up a glass of water.

"Natsu," I croaked from the archway of the kitchen. He didn't even budge. I walked closer to him, tugging on his black sweater. I laid my forehead against his back, allowing some of my pain to wash away. The mint sent helped.

"What do you want Lucy?" Natsu asked in an annoyed tone. It surprised me.

"What happened last night?" I questioned back. That's when Natsu furiously placed down the cup and turned toward me. His eyes were filled with anger.

"You were stupid and you embarrassed me, that's what happened."

"What? I don't even remember-"

"It doesn't matter Lucy, you promised." I guilty played with the end of my shirt, staring down at the floor.

"W-what did I do?" I didn't dare look at him. My poor heart ached for Natsu, he looked so hurt.

"You're really flirty and cute when you're drunk and you give people the wrong idea. Sting made a move on you, and you didn't even try to stop him. I was like your body guard last night." His tone was laced with anger.

"What did Sting do?" I was curious as to why I was in trouble. Natsu balled up his fists, veins popping out on his forearm.

Natsu scoffed, clicking his tongue.
"He started playing this stupid game to see how many girls he could get in one night. He would drape his arm around your waist, he even touched your cute little butt." Natsu placed his arm on the counter, towering over me.

"The worst part is that you didn't react, like it was natural to you. You never told him to stop or flinched." When I finally did meet his gaze, he looked hurt. His eyes showed little onyx pools of sadness.

"I'm really sorry!" I said with regret. Tears sprang from my eyes, falling down my cheeks. "I would never intentionally hurt you."

"I know you wouldn't." Natsu said he pulled me into a hug. His strong arms wrapped around my tiny body, my head burying in his chest. "That doesn't mean that it didn't hurt."

I sobbed into him for my selfish and petty acts. How could I be so vulnerable and naive?

"I'm really sorry," was all I could manage to say. It was all my fault.

"You broke a promise." He said through a cracked voice.

"It won't happen again, I swear." I said wiping away my tears.

"I'll forgive you, but it may take some time." I regretfully shook my head, taking the glass of water from the counter. I sipped it slowly, easing my headache.

"How are you feeling?" I question suddenly.

"I'm fine. I didn't drink that much last night." He said, rubbing his eyes.

"Oh." Now the room was just awkward. "I have class in less than an hour, so I should probably go." Natsu handed me my phone from his back pocket. I grabbed it and waved as I started to leave the room.

"Can we just talk later, watch a movie or something?" I questioned, hoping for a somewhat positive response.

"Sure," Natsu said grimly. A small smile tugged at the edge of his lips, but he contained it.

I walked away.