Juvia's POV
I had company last night. It was a teenager of the male gender. His name was Gray. He will be living with me until he learns manners.
When this is all over, I swear I'm going to kill this creep!
At first, I was glad I got Gray. He was attractive and had the laid back attitude I enjoyed. I wouldn't be surprised if he was drug into that stunt.
My mind changed, however, when we got home.
My mother and father, Lilly and Cameron, were away on business, so I was home alone, except for the servants. Well, not anymore, since I had a "friend" here.
So what does this attractive guy in my grade do as soon as we walk through the door?
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He takes his shirt off.
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I mean it. One minute, it's on. The next, it's off. Like, what the heck bro? Did you do this on purpose or what?
"So, when do we start this whole manners 101 class?" He asked, stretching.
Does he not realize that he's half naked? I don't think he does. I feel kinda bad for him now.
"I'm going to go put my book bag in my room and ask the butlers to take your stuff up. Please, put your shirt back on."
I stumbled up the steps, meeting one of the butlers and explaining to him what to do with the nuisance's things. After setting my book bag on my bed, I hurried down the stairs.
"This is a nice crib you got here," he addressed, already making himself at home.
And his shirt was still off. So were his pants. I shrieked loudly and stomped over to him. He was in a pair of shorts, but still.
"Keep your clothes on, Gray!"
"Relax. I was just gonna ask you guys if you had a pool. Then I was gonna go for a swim. Gosh."
"Y-you like to swim?"
"Duh. Swimming is-"
"-my favorite sport."
I finished his sentence and he smiled slightly. I returned the kind gesture.
"I'll take you to the pool. When we get done, however, you have to start training. Phantom is not a place you want to go."
I led Gray to the indoor pool, thinking he was a great partner. I mean, sure, he was practically streaking, but everyone has a flaw they must embrace. Right?
When we arrived at the pool, he dived in, his Raven hair splurging underwater. I laughed and sat down at the edge, only getting my feet wet because I was still in my uniform.
Suddenly, a hand was on my foot and pulling me into the water. I fell forward, my uniform getting soaked as I splashed the surface of the water.
"Gray!" I roared, splashing his face with water.
"I thought swimming was your favorite sport?" He sneered, hitting me with water.
"It is, but this is my school uniform."
"Oh well. It'll wash."
We began having a splashing war. I'll admit, it was fun. Eventually, we got tired and exited the pool.
"So, why is Phantom so bad?" He questioned me as we sat next to each other on the edge of a lounge chair, wrapped in silk towels.
"Well, I was there because of family reasons. Trouble with my parents, you know. Caused me to be a not so perfect kid. So they sent me away. It's pure torture there. Just, awful."
"Oh."
"I would prefer if no one I knew ever stepped foot in that building."
"That's loyal."
"What?"
"I said that's loyal. You want to protect your friends. That's loyal. Noble. Sweet. Kind."
"Uh, thanks."
"No problem."
We sat there, embracing the calm silence. This boy beside me, he was so calm, so collective, so perfect. But, you could see the sadness in his eyes. He has had a hard past. That's for sure.
As I walked to dinner that night, I examined the attractive boy beside me and said one thing.
"Keep your clothes on, Gray!"
"Oops. This just kinda happens."
"It's a surprise you are able to keep your uniform on in school, Streaker."
"Oh really? I'm surprised you know what I wear in school, Stalker."
The Streaker and the Stalker. What a lovely pair that will be.