Compliments

Chapter 6-Signed, Victim of Confusion

Disclaimer: Fairy Tail and its characters belong to Hiro Mashima

We were finally dismissed after decades of pointless literature, and I took this chance to slip the paper into his front backpack pocket. And, let me just say, I must be a ninja or something. I slipped the torn paper into that pocket like my life was depending on it. And the best part was, no one even noticed. Total ninja. I smugly exited the English classroom and made my way towards the cafeteria. Boy, did I have a tale to tell to those girls.

Making my way to our regular table, I sat down in my regular seat and fished for the bag of chips I had shoved in my backpack this morning. “Lucy, Juvia thinks that figure of yours is gonna go right down the drain if you keep up that..diet…of yours.” I shrugged her off as I hungrily munched on another chip. My eyes slowly progressed towards the boys’ table and I watched in amusement as they ranted on about something. Natsu was holding something as the other boys laughed and shouted about the piece of paper. The piece of paper that looked awfully familiar. The piece of paper that was written by a blonde teenager. My note. And I was so lost in thought that I failed to notice the look of shock glazed across the trio of girls before me. And the hand that pulled me up by my collar.

“H-Hey! Who-!” My panicked expression ceased as the hand turned my to face the boy who the hand belonged to. And my expression was soon replaced by horror as I saw his charcoal gaze fall upon me. I gulped as I averted his burning gaze, soon finding great interest on the tiled floor of the cafeteria. “Come with me,” was all he said. So what else could I do?

“Nice-weather today, huh?” Was all I said. Man, I was quite the conversation starter. He glanced at me with a small, but amused smile painted perfectly on his face. “Yeah, the air-conditioning. The 'weather' is just perfect,” he replied sarcastically. I scoffed and crossed my arms, still trailing behind his tall figure. My thoughts rambled on, and I was surprised when I bumped into something. Well, something called Natsu’s back, that is. He quickly spun around, and I was almost frightened by his rushed movement.

“You wrote the note. I know you did,” he pressed, and I couldn’t help but wince at his closeness. “W-What note?” I managed to breathe out despite my heart throbbing from our lack of space. He stepped back and pulled a torn fragment of paper from his back pocket and hastily handed it to me.

Dear owner of this backpack,

First of all, why me if you’re so popular and second of all why are you complimenting me out of the blue?

-Victim of Confusion

“Heh, wonder who wrote this?” I said, anxiety dripping off of every word and movement I built. Natsu’s tight line of a mouth soon widened into a smirk. “One,” he murmured, taking a step forward to close the space between us. “Because you’re just perfect in every way,” he finished and my eyes widened with surprise and disbelief at his words. “And two,” his face was inching closer to mine, yet painfully slowly. “Because I never asked for this popularity and you deserve the attention. Everyone deserves at least some attention.” And with that he  pulled back, looking deeply into my eyes. “Lucy, will you go out with me?” My heart skipped a beat at those seven words and I froze in my spot for a fraction of a second. “No,” I replied strongly.