Compliments

Chapter 3-Bathrooms

Disclaimer: Fairy Tail and its characters belong to Hiro Mashima

On the walk to the school, I found myself humming. I never hummed. Of course maybe every once in a while when I was on a good mood, but that had always been at home. This was in public. Where other people walked and talked. I quickly stopped the noise coming from my throat. What was that tune? I sounded vaguely familiar to me, but barely. More like a shadow that stayed even after the sun had long gone down.

           

            As I walked up the steps to the large building, snaking my way past moving bodies, laughing, and as carefree as ever, while I had these wretched thoughts in my head. Did Natsu really like me? Or was it a setup like my thought from yesterday? Was he just teasing me? Messing with my head and my heart? I reached my locker, a tiny star sticker stuck in place thanks to my thumb.

            Upon unlocking the metal box, my eyes immediately caught onto something that wasn’t always there. A crumpled, yet folded, piece of notebook paper was lying innocently on my history book. I stared at it for what seemed to be decades before finally deciding to take it from its resting place. Who did this? I racked my memory until I remembered. It was probably a note from one of the girls. Most likely Levy, she didn’t talk too much unless we were at one of our own houses.

            One of my friends was the only reasonable answer because, c’mon. One: they were the only people who knew my locker combination, and two: there’s no way I’d ever want it to be from Natsu. Ha. July 8, the day Lucy Heartfilia officially became a love-struck idiot. Once I heard the bell, I threw my books into my already stuffed backpack and hurried to math.

             I read the note in third hour. And I have no clue who wrote it. Did I have a secret admirer? I swear if it was Natsu, I’d have to pinch (or punch) myself because my life is turning into some cliché chick flick. A popular hot guy who falls in love with a bookworm. I scoffed to myself at the thought.

           

Did I just hear my name? Probably not, no one talks to me in this hour. “Lucy,” a stern voice called for what seemed to be the second time. Wasn’t that my teacher's voice? …Oh no. My head whipped up so fast I almost thought I would snap my neck. “Yes?” I asked as politely as my voice could handle. “Ms. Heartfilia, you never pay attention when you’re sitting so far in the back. Your new seat will be right here.” My eyes followed to the dreaded desk she appointed as my new seat. My life must be a chick flick.

I collected my backpack and binder in my arms as I slowly made my way to the horrific desk. Not only was it bad that I was in the front, but also because my ‘next door neighbor’ was the one and only Natsu Dragneel.

I sat down in the cold seat next to the infamous jock. When my eyes found their way to the handsome male sitting right next to me he was smirking at me. Natsu? Smirking? At me?! How is this even possible!? And why haven’t I looked away from him yet? And neither has he… I whipped my head the other way to hide the pink that was starting to turn into a deep red hue that could rival the intensity of Erza’s hair. I heard a soft chuckle, earning a scowl from my lips. This would be one heck of a long class. And I officially now hate my third hour teacher.

During lunch I explained an improvised lie, something about how I had to study about an upcoming test, and went to the third hallway bathrooms. This was the weirdest meeting spot ever. A bathroom? Really? Could my secret admirer not smell? Because I thought everyone loathed the torturous stench. I didn’t have to wait too long as I soon spotted a tall figure with unruly hair coming my way. My life really is some kind of soap opera isn’t it?