Ch. 22

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Levy

Today's Sunday and I'm going to the mall with Gajeel.

It's not a date. Not. A. Date. At least I don't think it is. Gajeel probably isn't capable of asking someone on a date.

He just asked for help with choosing an outfit and a matching mask for the Halloween dance next Monday. Now that I think of it, why is the dance even on a Monday?

Anyways, he said he's going to pick me up at 12 and its currently 11:43. I'm clad in a black sleeveless top, white boyfriend jeans and black sandals.

"Lev, do you need money for your dress? I know you sent it to the tailors," My dad asks.

I'm currently waiting in the living room, sprawled out on the white loveseat. My dads brown hair is swept back, as usual, and he's wearing a grey shirt and dark jeans.

I shake my head and smile, "No thanks, Pa. I'm sure I have enough. I worked extra hours at the library so I'm fine." My dad pats my head, and places fifty dollars in my hand.

"Here, at least buy me that burgundy dress shirt we saw the other day at that Formal Expression store. I want to take your mother out to a fancy restaurant for our anniversary on Saturday and I need something nice to wear." He gave me a kiss on the head before walking out of the living room.

A few minutes go by and I hear a horn beeping outside. Right after that, my phone starts to ring. All I do is look at the caller ID before walking out the door.

"You know I hate it when you don't pick up the phone," Gajeel says, head popping out of the window and annoyance laced in his voice. I giggle and nod as I enter his truck. I sit and fasten my seatbelt.

"Do I not answer often?"

"You never answer my phone calls. But I see you answer Lucy's, Jet's or Droy's calls with a big, stupid smile on your face," he mumbles, looking into his rear view mirror as he backs out of the drive way. My lips form a straight line and I look out the window, not wanting to talk because I know he's not wrong.

I'm not sure why I haven't answered his calls. Maybe because I get flustered whenever I hear his voice over the phone. I don't usually talk to guys over the phone, well other than Jet and Droy but they don't count.

"What store are you planning on going to?" I ask him, trying to break the awkward silence. He stays silent and keeps his eyes on the road.

"I remember Jellal mentioning that Formal Expression has nice clothes. I'm gonna check that store out then go to that Halloween store for the mask."

***

The mall is packed. Like really bad. It's hard for me to get around considering how short I am and people thinking I'm a kid. Rude.

I also lost Gajeel at some point.

I'm currently walking by a store called 'Love & Bondage' which is a sex store with tinted windows... Why do they even have a store like that in the mall!

Long, bright red hair inside the store catches my attention. Getting a closer look, I end up seeing something I wish I hadn't.

Erza holding a pair of handcuffs.

I've always knew Erza would be the dominant one when it comes to her and Jellal. After all, I remember seeing those rated, smutty books in her room. Hue hue hue.

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