Juvy ✎ Gajevy AU

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[Beginning Notes:] Hello everyone!

I know that this is a day late, but I just didn't have the chance to get to it yesterday. Despite school finally backing off my schedule, sports for myself and two siblings are really busy. They're winding down, which means play-offs and tournaments, which also means travelling, which may also mean I may not update on the 22nd. I'll try, but I'll playing in a tourney.

So anyways, enjoy chapter five (-:

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Levy stayed glued to her spot as the two officers approached them. Panic surged through her veins as her mind frantically started calculating up an excuse.

This can't be happening!

She supposed the worst thing that could happen was having to be filed to a juvenile prison somewhere for only a day or so, at least until her parents found out. But even that was horrible! She couldn't imagine how bad it would look on her record. Who would hire a juvenile as a professor?

With anxious eyes, the blunette stepped back to be in line with her five friends. Natsu and Lucy glanced at each other, no doubt wondering if they should still throw Gray under the bus. Levy would've laughed at being able to detect that, had the situation not been so dire.

Once the authorities reached the group, she made sure not to make even the slightest peep.

"What are you six doing here at this hour?" the first, a raven-haired man with a cross-shaped scar below his left eye, asked. His expression was demanding, and it made Levy cower.

Lucy blinked. "U-Uh..."

"We just decided to take a walk to get some fresh air. We're staying here with someone."

Levy glanced at Natsu with relieved eyes. It was a good thing he was a quick thinker. The blunette supposed he had to be with his destructive reputation.

"Staying here with someone? I doubt it," the same man said again. The one beside him, a man with the same colored hair in an up-do and glasses, placed a hand on the shorter's shoulder.

"Relax, Doranbolt. If they make a statement, we have the right to ask for authentication."

Levy inwardly panicked. No! Now they had nothing to fall back on.

Adrenaline raced through each senior's body as they waited for someone to speak up. The situation was nothing but hectic.

"We are, sir," Juvia interrupted. "With the woman staying here." Her pale, nimble finger pointed to the RV closest to them. Levy glanced over to it and silently prayed that a man and his kids weren't behind the curtained door.

The taller officer raised a brow. "Really?" he inquired, and Doranbolt stomped a foot.

"Don't take their word for it, Lahar!" he glared at the teenagers. "Let's ask the person who's staying here."

Levy felt Gray tense beside her and bit her lip. This was not looking good. She knew shouldn't have come! From then on, she vowed to always listen to reason rather than her imaginary urges.

"Fine. Let's go."

Lahar led the six teenagers towards the settlement and climbed the four steps to the front door. With almost no hesitation at all, he knocked and waited for the person occupying it to appear. Doranbolt stood grumpily behind him, sparing venomous glances at the group of seniors.

After what seemed like five minutes, but what was actually thirty seconds, the owner of the RV pulled the curtains back and, upon noticing the authorities, pried the door open.