Compliments

Chapter 2-Perfume

Disclaimer: Fairy Tail and its characters belong to Hiro Mashima

The next day was the same process as always: Get to school, take stuff from locker, talk to friends, go to class, silently drool over Natsu Dragneel, and so on. By third hour, which was my history class (and Natsu and Jellal’s) my pink-haired crush had already gotten into five fights. Two in first hour with Gray, one in second hour with Gajeel so I’ve heard (I didn’t have that hour with them) and two in the hallway with Gray Gajeel, and some ginger-headed playboy. As third hour ended, and I gathered with the three love-stuck girls who I called my friends, I quickly noticed Natsu approaching me. Wait- no, he wasn’t coming towards me, of course he wasn’t! He had to go to lunch too, it’s not like he would fly over me or something!

            But my small panic quickly ceased as he gave me that heart-fluttering signature grin. The Dragneel grin. And it was aimed at me! I gulped as he actually did come over to me in all my blushing glory. And yet again, he gave a quick compliment. “Is that a new perfume, Luce?” And then he walked away yet again. Juvia, Erza, and Levy all gawked at me and I quickly averted their gaze. “You weren’t lying!” Erza yelled out and I hastily slapped a clammy hand over her mouth. “Yes,” I hissed, “now shut up before someone hears you!” She merely gave me a brief glare and then started towards the cafeteria. I quickly followed suit.

            I rushed up the steps to my small apartment, hurriedly unlocking the wooden door, and ran inside. I was overwhelmed by what this day had to offer. ‘Did he smell me? Did he normally smell me?’ Thoughts swam rapidly through my head as I kept on wondering. ‘Was this a joke?’ Wait a minute-I might be onto something here. From my ‘observations’ he wasn’t one to have a long-term relationship. And he never really looked like he wanted to be with the girl. And one of the most important facts was that he never chased any girl down. The girls had always flocked to him like moths near a light bulb.

            It had to have been a prank, a setup, a bet. Something. My rambling thoughts soon ceased as I slowly fell towards a well-needed nap.