A Racer and A Thug

A Thug's Day

If there's one thing I didn't really enjoy, it was rain. Especially rain in the Fall. The trees were changing color and the grass was already dying. Fall was not my favorite season either, sure the colors of the leaves were pretty, but fall just meant winter was coming and I hate the cold months. It made everything look so dead and the rain made it all the more depressing.

As I trudged through my neighborhood to school, all that was going through my mind was that I was thankful it was Friday. Though the week had been going rather average, I needed a break and some time to myself. I also needed to think, a lot. Shocking I know, but I needed to get my thoughts together given how most of my thoughts are revolving around Natsu Dragion.

I groaned in annoyance as his face flashed in my head and I felt my face heat up a little. I didn't really know what to think of the wimp. I still don't understand my actions from a few days ago at lunch nor do I understand why I "took care of business" with that Vex character.

*Few days ago*

Walking through the hallways on my way to third period, I noticed the kid, Vex, talking and laughing with his friends. I don't know what came over me but I was filled anger at remembering what he did to Natsu. Clenching my hands into fists, I stomped over to him.

No one knew how to react as I grabbed him by his brown jacket collar and dragged him to an unused classroom. I slammed him against the wall on the left side of the door. Holding him in place with my left arm, I reached over and closed the door before looking back at him with a glare.

"What do you think you're doing huh?!" He shouted and started wiggling out of my grasp, but I held on tight.

"I'm going to only tell you this once, so listen carefully," I said in a dark tone. The teen stopped moving and glared at me. "Don't mess with Natsu Dragion again."

"What makes you think you can boss me around?" Vex asked. "I can do what I want!"

"You may think you can run this school but think again," I told him. "I run this school now and I'm telling you, that if I find out you've been messing with him then you won't be able to walk."

His eyes grew wide as he saw how serious I was. I didn't give him a glare anymore but my neutral face seemed to tell him I was. But his wide eyes narrowed as he resumed his glare.

"You don't scare me," he said. Before I knew it he tried to attack me by shoving his left palm on my face, attempting to hit my nose. But I countered quickly grabbing his hand, and as I moved, pulling him forward and shoving him on the ground. I then forced his left arm around his back as I sat on him.

"Sorry pal but you can't take me down that easily," I smirked. However my small mood quickly changed back to a frown as I stared at the teen bully. "So you understand what I'm saying? Don't mess with him." I stood up as the kid laid on the wooden floor, unmoving.

Remembering that I had gym class, I almost ran down the hallway in hopes of not being late.

*Present*

Gritting my teeth, I trudged forward in the oncoming rain. Pulling my hood up on my navy blue rain jacket, I thought back on that encounter and couldn't really explain why I acted that way. I just remember getting very pissed off when I saw that bully beat up Natsu and it only pissed me off more that I was pissed off about it!

Did I care about the guy? The back of my thoughts seemed to say, 'yes' I did care about him. But I just couldn't understand why? What would compel me to start looking out for a pink haired wimp? Was it because he was my tutor and I only wanted to keep him alive so I could pass high school? Maybe, but something inside me said otherwise. I felt as if I didn't ever want to see him go through any kind of pain. Of course, this feeling didn't stop with him but spread to the entirety of Fairy Tail. If I had to be honest with myself, I didn't want any of them to be in pain. If they were then I was sure I would hunt down the bastard who did it and make them suffer. However, was this really what I felt about the group? Possibly. There was a very high chance that I did care about them and that scared me. Once you start caring about someone then your judgement will become clouded and, if any situation rises where the one you care about is in danger, you may just make the wrong choice.