MEANT TO BE | GRUVIA

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Not your typical Gruvia fanfic, there will be ships that u probably won't like, but U just have to find out..

Now read and enjoy!

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"Switch to front snap kick!" Jennifer yelled across her classroom.

"Yes ma'am!" her students said in unison. She smiled in content and watched her martial arts students kick.

Jennifer Waters was a third degree black belt in karate, a second in tae kwon do, and a fifth in kung fu. Four years earlier, she decided to share her knowledge and open a mixed martial arts academy. Being divorced for three years prior, she wanted something to do in her spare time. She teaches all ages. She was currently teaching her eight to twelve-year-old.

"Kick higher!" she ordered.

"Yes ma'am!"

Jennifer walked around the room, watching everyone carefully. She stopped in front of one of her favorites, Wendy Fullbuster. She was eleven years old, and already a purple belt. She had joined when the school started, at age seven. Jennifer held out a target and the bluenette kicked it with a force that shouldn't be possible for her size and age.

"Good job," Jennifer said with a smile. Wendy thanked her and continued kicking.

Ding!

Jennifer looked to see who entered her dojo. She was a bit shocked at the person who entered. She was about five-foot-five and had her long blue hair flowing to her elbows. Her ripped, black, long-sleeved shirt exposed her purple tank top underneath. A green, spiral belly button ring was exposed because her shirt was pushed up. Her white jeans were ripped and so tight Jennifer was surprised that she could breath. Black converse were on her feet.

"Welcome to Star Martial Arts," Jennifer said, faking a smile. She wasn't a big fan of teens who had their tongue pierced. "What can I help you with?"

"You seem peppy," the girl snorted. She, in fact, was wearing a tongue piercing, which happened to be red. Jennifer was just making a stereotypical assumption. "You're Jennifer, right?"

"I am. And who might you be?" Jennifer looked at the girl up and down, trying to figure out who she was. She would surely remember a delinquent like the one in front of her. She knew she would never allow a child to dress like that. She had many talks with her students about dressing in such a manner.

"Juvia Lockser," the girl said, pulling her rectangular sunglasses off her face. "Long time no see, Mom."

Jennifer thought she was going to have a heart attack. After she divorced her husband seven years ago, she hadn't seen her daughter since. She left her daughter smiling and wearing a cute little sundress. Of course, she tried to take her with her, but the she didn't win custody. She couldn't believe that cute little ten-year-old she left behind turned into what stood before her.

"Take a short break!" Jennifer yelled. The last battle cries echoed off the walls. The students wiped the sweat from their faces and went to the back room to retrieve their drinks. Jennifer could think more clearly with the noise level down.

She took a deep breath. "What brings you here?" she asked calmly. She was very proud of herself for staying so calm. Her blood just boiled thinking about what caused her ex-husband to raise their daughter the way he did.

"I got caught running away, and the cops weren't too happy. They sent me here. They said something about Dad being irresponsible for not noticing I was missing for five years? I don't know, but I guess I'm here now," Juvia said with a sigh. Her voice sounded dull and lifeless.