Compliments

Chapter 11-Take the Beating, You're Used to it

Fairy Tail and its characters belong to Hiro Mashima

My back was pressed against the wall, my knees tucked close to me. Natsu sat on my right, and a white-haired girl soon took a seat to my left.

“You really beat Natsu good back there!” she said, and I looked over at her. Why was she talking to me? Her soft, sapphire eyes looked kindly at me, though I couldn’t help but feel pressured.

“I-guess,” I replied almost nervously. Her bubbly laugh flitted into my ears, and I noticed Natsu leaning over to get a look at who the voice belonged to.

“Oh, hey Lisanna!” he exclaimed cheerfully, and I almost grimaced at the sound of bliss laced between his words. Not like I was jealous. Of course not, why on Earth would I be jealous? He was just talking to an incredibly pretty girl, with her short, snowy white hair, and kind blue eyes that seemed to sparkle. He was just talking to her in the most comfortable way, genuine words forming on his dry lips and blowing out into the open air for her to hear. He was just talking to her, his onyx eyes fixated perfectly onto her crystal blue ones.

“Lucy, meet Lisanna, she’s an old friend of mine!” Natsu chirped. I looked at the stunning girl sitting next to me, a too-kind smile painted menacingly on her plump lips.

“Nice to meet you, Lucy, I’ve known Natsu for a long time; we were childhood friends,” she seemingly bragged, her sapphire orbs clashing dominantly with my brown ones.

“Nice to meet you too, Lisanna,” I hissed. Kindly. I made sure to hiss kindly. Oh boy, about a month into school and I’ve made an enemy.

At the end of P.E., the scores were announced as promised. The gym teacher grabbed his clipboard, and when he looked at it, his eyes seemed to lose their regular dullness to them. “Third place, Natsu Dragneel, second place, Lucy Heartfilia, first place, Laxus Dreyar!” our gym teacher shouted, honestly surprised, by the looks of it. I swiveled my head to look at the gawking male beside me.

“Looks like your status has been lowered, Natsu. Or, should I say, third fastest runner?” I cooed, before getting up to head to the girls’ locker room.

“Excuse me, Lucy, may I speak to you privately?” I sickly sweet voice questioned from behind me, and I turned to face the voice’s vessel. Before I could respond to her, she grabbed onto my arm, manicured nails digging harshly into my skin.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I yelled at her as she continued to drag me into the empty bathroom. She slammed the door behind us and pushed me against the only escape route.

“I can tell you have feelings for Natsu, but let me just say that he’s mine and always has been,” the girl spat in my face, but I let her. Did she not know that he already asked me out?

“Looks like I know something you don’t,” I purred, and she glared at me with a now hateful look in her eyes.

“And what would that be?”

“That Natsu already asked me out,” I replied with a smirk, but I soon felt her fist on my face. I gasped, more from surprise than pain. But I didn’t fight back; if she needed to take her anger out on me I’d let her. So she continued throwing punches, kicking me, doing anything she possibly could to cause me harm. It hurt, but I was used to it. Of course, I hadn’t felt pain like this in quite a while, but I still remembered to just cope with it. If this was her way of expressing, then so be it.