She's In Your Court

Chapter 3: He's a Man; She's a Woman

Cause I try and try to forget you, girl
But it's just so hard to do
Every time you do that thing you do

...

Few weeks in practice and Gray Fullbuster was nowhere near his goal. Had he lost his magic?

"No!"

Gray was mortified. There was no way he had lost his magic touch.

The My Star Can Dance crew members froze on the spot. Some almost dropped the expensive equipment they were handling. It would have been bad. But the basketball superstar just screamed at them no. Was he mad about something? Was he not satisfied?

Levy McGarden, the My Star Can Dance's assistant show writer, tried to control her trembling when she stepped towards Gray.

"M-m-mr. G-gray. Is anything not i-in your l-l-liking?"

Fear slurred her speech. She had clear instructions from the show's producers and her head-writer. Gray Fullbuster had to have everything he wanted – whenever, wherever. He was a basketball god and he must be treated as such. If word got to the show's big people, Levy would not only lose her job, she would lose her not-so-budding career too.

Gray saw something blue at the corner of his eye. It confused him why the show's writer was bowing in front of him, spitting out apologies everywhere. He couldn't make out the words she was mumbling.

Wait. Did he just say out loud what he was thinking?

All eyes were on Gray. It wasn't all new to him but why did they look like they were expecting something from him? He looked around, to the mortified crew members holding their breath, to the Bunhead with a scowl on her face then back to the short girl hanging her head low.

"I-i-if there's anything y-y-you don't like, we, we..."

"Anything I don't like?"

Apparently, he did it. He said his thoughts out loud. Gray needed to recover from this embarrassment.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Gray calmed himself first. He couldn't loss his cool like he did before. "I was reacting to... a different news." He covered.

Gray noticed the writer expel a relieved sigh. Good, he thought. The other crew members were relieved too. They returned to what they were doing. Juvia, however, was still judging him. Her sharp blue eyes were narrowed at him, questioning.

He broke the eye-to-eye stand off when he felt his phone vibrate.

Saved by the vibration.

"How's the show going?"

Gray grimaced at the question. He couldn't say it was all good. Because it wasn't. His gaze landed on Bunhead who also returned to her own task.

"Are you still there, Gray?"

"Yes, mother."

So, Mika was on the other line, asking about the show.

What could Gray say? That there was a woman in this universe who did not know nor acknowledge him? It ticked him off and that was all he could think of.

"Everything's fine, mother."

No it wasn't.

"I hope you're on your best behavior. I couldn't stress enough how–"

"–yes, I know, mother." Gray cut in.

How could he think about his image when his ego, and manhood, was being stepped on and crashed with Bunhead's long and sexy legs?