So this is going to be the new, rewritten version of 'Hey, are you listening?' As I wasn't happy with the old one. I do hope people will like this more and I will be keeping the old one up aswell. Thanks for reading, as always, have a good day~

Chapter 1

Time: 9:30 date: 1st June **** (present) place: Fairy Tail College/University

Perspective Unknown

Sitting at the far back of the classroom was a small desk. Riddled with angry remarks, shrivelled up bubble gum and splintering wood. Normally it was abandoned, deserted. But today was different, today it was occupied, much to both people's dismay and confusion. Who would sit here?

The answer was in the form of a young boy, wrong, young adult. Yes that was the term used now, young adult, male , man. The term, Boy, no longer could be used on the same category as his own name. He had grown. Hair spikier, a more prominent pink showing, natural yet not. Muscles more defined through his clothes, he wasn't ashamed to show it . Eyes a dark abyss, swirling with hints of emerald only for it to drown in the onyx. His clothes portrayed his personality. Dark, loose, but tight in just the right areas. Around his abs and hips, sleeves clinging in pleasure to his biceps. He was the schools bad boy, the player and predator, everyone wanted him in some sort of aspect. But one person. One who has returned that day, and was the reason for his appearance. Yes, he had heard from the gossip, later deciding that he wanted to check it out for himself. He wasn't disappointed in what he had found out. Even so, he was disappointed that she wouldn't bat an eyelash at him.

There she stood, hair glowing as it swayed with her gentle movements. Her eyes bright, interested and genuine in the conversation she was partaking. He questioned himself why she was back, why did she return. But he was grateful, for after so long he could apologise, become her friend once more, hold her hand and play games while teasing her of how bad she was at it. To, maybe, become something more, to hold her close and kiss her.

But that wouldn't happen.

Slouching back in the chair, he slammed his feet on the table in some sort of act to get attention, getting all but the one he wanted, needed.

No, she had drowned him out a long time ago.

Hey, Luce? Can you hear me? Because I can hear you, and I'm not going to stop until you're mine, I promise to never hurt you or let you go again.

Can you wait for me?

Can you hear me?