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When I first stepped into my senior year, I had never thought about me running away from an angry teacher like a mad axe man decided to chase me until we reached another universe. 



What can I say? I used to be a good girl. 



"Damn it," I muttered as I started to feel my lungs burn, my legs numbing as I continued to run for my life. I'm not exactly your gym girl who can endure running as fast as I could without feeling like I will like trip over my foot at any second. 



Bullet sweats started to roll down my forehead, actually afraid that I'll get dragged into the principal's office and get my eyes gouged out of my face. Everyone whom I told that said that I'm exaggerating and I probably am but the principal seriously threatened to do that if a teacher hauled me at his office again. 



It doesn't take an Einstein to guess why I don't like the authorities here. 



I could tell that my speed is decreasing when my distance with my gym teacher lessened. Right...I did the wrong choice of playing a prank on my gym teacher who should not be looked up at all. He just...never gives up and I could already conclude that he's willing to play catch with me all day long just so he can turn me over to the principal. 



It's really easy to tell that he hates my guts. 



I panted as I forced my speed to increase but the determination was in vain as it turned out that instead of my pace amplifying like Goku from Dragon Ball Z had decided to take over my soul, my speed decreased and I'm already at a really critical position like if my teacher just extended his arms a little bit, I'd already be dragged like a lifeless doll to the office of my death—err...I mean, the principal's office.



I felt a large hand grab my shoulder and I immediately knew that everything is over. Life is cruel; I didn't even have the chance to tell my beloved friends that I love them even though I express it in a very violent and malicious way. 



I felt my body got dragged into a corner. My conclusion is right! I am now being dragged like a lifeless doll into the deepest pit of hell called Tartarus where I'll get my eyes gouged out like a psychotic six years old kid decided that barbies are boring.



"Stop whimpering like you're being dragged into Niflheim, Luce," A familiar voice chuckled and I felt myself release a ragged breath that screamed relief. 



"It's Tartarus, Natsu; I don't believe in Norse mythology," I rolled my eyes, a crooked smile curving on my lips. I survived the deadly version of the game of chase. 



A dramatic gasp escaped his lips, liquid onyx eyes full of feign disbelief. "We can't be friends." 



"We're not friends," I chuckled, pinching both of his cheeks, making him scowl. "We're best friends." 



"Yes we are," He played along with a high, falsetto voice as he also pinched both of my cheeks which hurts like a bitch. He's pinching too hard! Instead of kicking him in the shin though, I let him continue. This is a very sentimental time between partners-in-crime. 



"Good job on your prank though," Natsu complimented as he finally let go of my cheeks which I could swear turned from ivory to deep crimson. "I could never tell that our gym teacher could rock a bubblegum hair."



"Aren't I a genius?" I smirked, flipping my blonde hair while laughing like an idiot. 



"I never planned to admit it but the prank is really brilliant and I hope that our teacher will just let his new fabulous hairdo to stay," Natsu grinned. "Yep, you're a genius, Luce." 



"Damn straight, Dragneel," Laughing, our hands collided in a high-five. 



My name is Lucy Heartfilia, age seventeen. I am a senior student who recently transferred here in Fairy High. Back then, I never could've imagined that I'd be here, titled as one of the greatest pranksters of this school together with this idiot whom I am with right now: Natsu Dragneel. 



You see, I never really thought that I'd get along with him. I used to be a girl putting up a good girl façade to please everyone and then I met him. He's so much like the real me that it's almost as if I'm looking at a mirror. So I never liked him. But then, I grew tired of pretending. Why do I need to conceal the real me to make everyone like me when there are some people who are willing to accept the real me? 



And so, I found myself here, beside him grinning at each other like we're the only people in the world. 



I know my monologue is starting to get creepily cheesy but what can I do? I'd never admit it in front of him but I actually like him. And when I said that, I meant it platonically. 



He's my best friend; he's my partner-in-crime. 



We're Fairy High's greatest pranksters. 



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Hello there! This is rukiasenpaii! It's been a while since I wrote in first person's POV (which is like, bajillion years ago) and lol, I'm really sorry if I'm a bit rusty at it. I just thought that I could express Lucy's character better if I wrote in her point of view, haha! So uh, I really hope that you guys like the first chapter! I did my best to be really funny and eh, I don't know. I just hope you guys liked it. 

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