Fairy Tail High

Chapter 2: A certain salmon-haired boy

Lucy walked through the tides of people, the bell had gone, and everyone was exiting their classes, preparing to go home. But not her. "Ugh," she groaned as she walked up to a door. The door was windowed with text written across the glass panel, it read 'Extracurricular 1', "I can believe I'm doing this." She reached out for the door handle, grasped it and pushed it down slightly to reveal a class room, completely empty apart from a certain salmon-haired boy. He looked up to Lucy and smiled the same bright smile as earlier at the gate, except this time it wasn't warming and kind to her, it was annoying how can he be so happy? We're in detention. "Hey Loopy," He slightly elongated the Os as he spoke, proving his morale. She glared at him, a frown on her face, "That's not my name." He chuckled slightly and put his hands up as if he was surrendering, this aggravated her more. "Jeez, Luce I was only joking," He said putting his arms down and crossing them over his chest. He was sitting on a chair third row from the front, a chair away from the window. His legs were on his desk, crossed at the ankles. The blonde walked over to the chair next to him, she placed her bag on the floor as she flopped into the chair. She sighed quietly, "How can you make jokes? We're in detention." "It's not that bad," He exaggerated the 'that' when he spoke, his happiness was now becoming even more apparent as a huge smile formed on his face. "But this is a punishment," Lucy grumbled as she looked towards the overly happy boy. "Not the way I see it," He began, "Think of it as... A club for making friends," As he spoke his hands moved around as if he was a salesman pitching a product idea to a business. "But we're being held here, like prisoners." Her body curled over, and she hit her head on the desk in front of her. "Well, if we're prisoners then our prison guard should be fired, look at him," Lucy moved her chin slightly and looked up without lifting her head of the desk. She saw a thin old man sitting at a table, he was leaning back in his chair, his eyes shut, his cross shaped nose and moustache moving up and down slightly as he quietly snored. "He's been sawing logs this whole time," Natsu said a twinge of disappointment in his voice. The blonde turned her head so that she was looking at Natsu, his face went blank for a few seconds before a smile grew on his face and eyes widened. "How 'bout we play a game?" He looked towards her, she narrowed her eyes, "What kind of game?" She asked suspiciously eyeing him up, "The question game," He stated happily.

"What's the question game?" She inquired, her voice was riddled with curiosity. "You've never played it?" "No, I didn't have many friends in my old school," Lucy lifted her head of the desk, intrigued by his game proposition. "Well, we'll have to change that," Natsu smiled brightly, the blonde graciously returned the smile. "Okay, so here's how ya play, so I will state; 'I am Natsu Dragneel, ask me anything', kay? Now you." She looked, slightly confused, at the salmon-haired boy, he looked back at her, raising his eyebrows in anticipation. "Um.. I am Lucy Heartfilia, ask me anything," She stated, still confused. "Good, now ask me five questions,"

"How is this a game? Isn't it just us interrogating each other?"

"Well it's not really a game, when you put it that way, it's getting to know each other, oh! One more thing, you can't ask the same question twice, but you can ask it in a different form,"

"Kay."

"You go first," He brought his legs down off the desk as he turned his body to face her and put his arm on the back of his chair.

"Okay, what's your favourite colour?"

"Hmm, red! 'Cuz it's the colour of fire!"

"Favourite food?"

"I like a lot of food, but I love anything spicy."

"Umm... What's the thing you hate most?"

"Travelling, I get super motion sick."