How to Be a Heartbreaker

Case 4: Natsu Dragneel

Lucy Heartfilia's P.O.V.

Relaxing on my favorite bench on the whole campus, I gaze upon the starry sky lifting my hands up as if I could touch the little lights that dared to ogle right back at me.

I was currently trying to release the stress that had taken over my body whole due to the jungle of obstacles from earlier today.

Last night I stayed up finishing my 23 page paper for Comparative Literature. I had to make sure it was absolutely positively perfect in every single way possible because if I managed to get a perfect A, my professor said he would find a publisher and get them to publish it in their online web article! He thinks I have great potential. It's my entire dream to become a journalist. The paper was about the current events going on in Magnolia. I even got my roommate Levy~Chan to read over it and edit my mistakes as well! She always reads over my work and for that, I am grateful. I love having her as my roommate and wouldn't trade her for the world.

I woke up extra early that morning feeling super great about myself. I was absolutely the most excited I had ever been in a long time. I took my time in the bath that morning. I spent extra time getting ready, making sure I looked my best. After all, confidence is the key to success; especially when turning in an assignment you couldn't possibly be more proud of.

I drank my usual coffee and ate a blueberry muffin for breakfast. Grabbing only my paper since it was the only thing I needed (since there was no class, just the paper due), I happily skipped out the door, ready to bring my amazing day into other settings.

I guess waking up too early brought consequences. I had arrived at my class before my professor himself did. I stood right outside the door of course, eager for his arrival. That's when I started getting impatient. I knew that he was probably chatting up some other professor in a hall nearby (the usual) and I thought up of some excuse that could allow me to turn it into him early if I just so happened to find him. I seriously could not wait, this was my best work. Right as I'm about to turn the corner,

SMACK.

Right into some pink haired guy I've never seen before. But by from his looks and attitude, I sure as hell knew who he was. I've heard of him, definitely, maybe I've even seen him from afar. But this was my first time up close and personal.

But honestly, how cliche is that? To just bump into someone? No one does that anymore.

Oh, and here's the great part. He had coffee in his hand. Where did that end up?

Of course it would land all over my paper.

And of course I could hear my professor's voice down the hall.

I could never make it to the computer lab or the library or even back to my room to print another copy. I was stuck.

"Watch where you're going blondie." He said in a harsh tone before walking off.

"Blondie? Really? Me? I have to watch where I'm going? Last time I checked that I have eyes, you were the one that walked into me." I scoffed and furrowed my eyebrows. I was infuriated.

He had the audacity to tell me to watch where I'm going.

Unbelievable.

"Watch the attitude blondie. Listen I know the coffee was hot but you need to chill." He chuckled and continued to walk in the other direction.

"Excuse you-"

He was already talking to some random brunette girl across the hall, probably saying sweet nothings and flirting with her. I've heard the rumors. Mr. Player.

And now I know that his attitude truly matches the stories I've been told.

I don't usually have a short temper, but when I do, it's because of idiots like him.

I want to teach that punk a lesson he'll never forget. He'll regret treating "blondie" the way he did.

Just who in the hell does he think he is?

After explaining what happened to my professor, he completely understood and allowed me to email the paper to him and told me to bring him a hardcopy tomorrow since everyone else had turned in their papers already and he had somewhere to be. What can I say, teacher's pet.

Even though it ended alright, I was still pissed at Natsu Dragneel. He's a complete and utter asshole.

I don't understand why girls would throw themselves at him left and right, he's horrible. What was he even doing in the literature class building in the first place? Wasn't he a major in doucheology?

I'm getting way too worked up over this.

Finally standing up after an hour sitting on the bench, I begin my walk back to the literature dorms.

Oh great.

"Oh hey it's you, blondie! What brings you around here?"

I ignore him and continue walking to my the dormitory. It wasn't too far, about a block down.

"Don't be like that. Hey, I'm Natsu. That wasn't a very good first impression earlier, I was in a hurry, but I promise I'm not always like that."

"Yeah, in a hurry to get into that brunette's pants." I sneer and laugh internally.

"Jealous already?"

"You wish."

"You're not wrong." He shrugs and starts to follow behind me once I walk passed him.

"Could you maybe, oh I don't know, not follow me?"

"Oh would you rather go back to my dorm then?"

"Oh god no. Goodnight. Actually. I hope it's not even good. Just night in general."

"Hate to break it to you blondie but my dorm is this way too."

My eyes widen.

"What?"

"What's your name?"

"You're a major in English?"

He nods. "What's it to you?"

I shake my head and keep walking. He continues to pester me about my name. I continue to ignore his existence and manage to make it back to my dorm.

Once I shut the door, I sighed heavily and let my back hit it.

Composing myself I walk towards our mini fridge and pull out some cupcakes from inside. I take one for myself, placing it on the counter, then get the vibe that Levy really needed one too.