CAUTION: This fanfic contains explicit scenes and language, so don't read it if you can't handle things like that.

01

Stirring trouble

should i continue this or leave it as a oneshot?

Imagine having everything you could ever wish for.

You just outstretch your hand, and the whole world is within reach. You want a Ferrari? You get a Ferrari. You want to spend a month in Paris? You spend a month in Paris. You want a penthouse apartment? You buy a penthouse apartment.

How fun would that be? Owning everything you ever thought of, never looking at the price tag while ordering something from the menu, or when you're buying clothes. Wouldn't that be amazing? You could literally buy half of the people in your town, along with their families. How would that feel? Would it be perfect?

I should know.

I think that the sound of the alarm clock ringing will follow us all in hell.

That's probably where it comes from. The screams of suffering souls and the laughter of the devil watching us crawl out of bed must be what wakes us up every morning. I cursed whoever came up with the idea of people getting up with this hellish ringing, and waved my hand around until I finally reached the alarm clock to silence it.

Still feeling that familiar thumping in my head, I forced myself to open my eyes, and closed them immediately when the unwelcomed sunrays almost blinded me. My memory of last night was still a bit hazy, and I couldn't recall what I'd done for the most part of it.

Thinking about how I'd be late for class yet again if I don't hurry, I groaned loudly and decided to finally face the day. But I didn't face the day.

I faced a girl.

Here in my bed, legs entangled with my own, hair scattered across the pillows, and arms groping the blankets, was some girl I have never seen before. I slightly jumped up in surprise, still not quite sure how I was supposed to react in situations like this, even though I've been in many like it.

I quietly shifted positions, carefully removing my legs from underneath her own. She didn't stir, and instead continued that ugly loud snoring she'd been doing a while now, and drooling on my pillow. Note to self: burn it.

I somehow managed to get up without waking her, clutching my head as if that'd stop the horrendous pain I felt. Walking away from the bed with the sleeping brunette, I couldn't help but notice all the things scattered around my bedroom. I saw stockings that probably belonged to her, draped across the lamp on my desk. There was a really really short skirt sitting on my armchair, and I saw some sort of skimpy t-shirt thrown on my plant.

I was looking at the door one instant, and looking at the floor the next. Rubbing my backside that got injured during my fall, I looked under me to see what made me slip and fall down like that. My hand rose up the object I picked up, and I felt the excitement bubble up in my stomach.

Leopard-print panties.

My eyes scanned the small piece of cloth, soft to the touch. It looked so small I could probably wrap it around my finger and some sports would still be left uncovered. Ignoring every rational thought in my head, and instead surrendering myself to my instincts, I brought the item to my nose for a sniff. What the hell am I even doing…

Hearing the grunt of my unwanted guest, I threw the panties away like they burned me, and ran out of my room, to hide in the master bathroom. I slammed the door shut behind me, not even sure why I'm running away from the girl who by now knew perfectly well what I looked like naked. Oh yeah, I was naked. But my body wasn't the only thing I noticed in the mirror.

Bite marks. All over my damn torso. Oh well, at least she had the decency not to leave marks on my neck, because that would've been harder to hide. My eyes fall upon the scratch marks on my abs, and I make another mental note, not to sleep with her again.

I put on the spare shirt and jeans I keep in the bathroom for emergencies like this, and leave it, pretending not to notice the bra hanging on my shower door.

Going back into my bedroom, I saw that she was still asleep. Deciding that if I woke her up I would have to face the consequences of my actions, I just left a couple of hundred dollar bills on the desk in case she was a pay-to-play kind of girl, and left my apartment in a hurry.

Screams of pleasure. Hands running down naked skin. Clothes tossed to the floor. Fists pounding on the bathroom tiles. Moans. Fingers running through long hair. Shrieks. Sounds of skin hitting skin. Gasps. Perverted words.

Cigarette smoke. Skirt being pulled back up. Splashing water on face. Short 'goodbyes'.

I watched as my newest 'friend' picked up her bag from the bathroom stall we had just been 'playing' in, as I puffed out clouds of smoke from my mouth. She smiled seductively before leaving the men's bathroom at the school, legs still trembling from before. I cocked my head to the side, glad that this bathroom was locked since the toilets weren't functioning. But for every lock there's a key, and for every key there's a Dragneel.

My uncle owns this school, so getting it was pretty easy.

That's how I get all the amazing grades I want, and I don't even have to try.

The minute I heard my 'friend' slam the door, I relaxed a bit. I don't know why, but I always relax a bit, after my partners leave me alone. I don't want to spend an unpleasant conversation with them, only to grow to hate them even more than when we began.

The second she is out of sight, I completely forget about her existence. What colour was her hair? How did her voice sound? What does she want to do in life? Does she have any siblings? What is her favorite subject?

None of that matters.

She doesn't matter.

I've had countless one night stands, and not one of them has ever meant something to me. And it never will.

I threw away the cigarette bud from the window, and looked at myself on the mirror before walking out of the bathroom. I am handsome and I know that. Girls adore me. It doesn't take more than a glass of wine and some smooth talk to get them to go to bed with me.

Life is so easy.

"Dragneel."

I almost let out a groan as I entered the classroom, fully aware that I was late for like twenty minutes. I slumped down in my seat next to the window, and got ready for the lecture my professor was going to provide.

"How many times do I have to tell you—"

I tuned out after that, satisfying myself with looking outside the window to emphasize just how much I cared about what he had to say. He kept rambling on and on, and most of the students got angry too, since they know that I will get away with it at the end of the day. Just like I always did.

I watched the class outside play volleyball in the sand since they had P.E. My eyes scanned the girls, watching them bounce around to hit the ball. I relaxed in my seat, tuning out of the class because I didn't need to study to pass my exams. While my attention stuck to a pretty busty girl in the front of the red team, jumping around to score some points, I couldn't help but notice someone standing on the side and watching them. It was a somewhat weird person, and I couldn't tell if it was male or female, probably because he or she was crouched down, drawing something in the dirt, with a hat covering their hair.

I squinted my eyes at the person, but couldn't see anything from way up here. But after a while, the person got up, and trotted off towards the school's gardens, where the girls' ball had fell previously. I noticed that the person in question was a girl, granted her long blonde hair. I noticed that right after she brought the ball back to the girls that were playing, she was attacked. I mean, literally; one of the girls pushed her on the ground.

I was confused, but it didn't concern me, so I shrugged and looked away.

You have to grow up sometime.

"It's Natsu Dragneel!"

"Look! Natsu!"

"Oh my god!"

Already used to the rise my presence brought when I walked down the hall, I brushed off the remarks and whispers I heard coming for every direction imaginable, and ran an impatient hand through my hair as if to signalize that none of their chatter got to me. Of course I would be treated that way, since I'm this school's top of the list boyfriend candidate. Only I don't do relationships. But just kissing, messing around, sex, that was right up my alley and everyone knew it.

Girls gasp, boys cringe, but everyone looks up to me. There isn't a man inside these walls that doesn't want to be in my place, and a girl that doesn't want to be in the place right next to me.

Feeling my chest swell up with confidence, I slammed the door to the cafeteria to greet my followers.

But what I greeted was a loud thud and drop in front of me. I came face to face with a weird-looking person. She had a bowl on her head, soup dripping down from the edges and onto her hair. She had some sort of sauce splashed on her torso, and the red substance seeped through the fabric of her baggy white shirt, small drops of it sliding down all the way to her shoes. And last but not least, a sandwich lay flat on the floor, opened up for the whole world to see its intestines.

It didn't take a genius to figure out I opened the door and slammed it in her face.

Loud fits of laughter erupted from all around the cafeteria, and I almost felt bad. Almost.

I started laughing as well, watching her wobble around herself, waving her small hands in front of her so that she could understand what was going on and what had just happened.

"At least get that bowl off her head, Natsu" I heard someone shout in mid-chuckle from the far back of the cafeteria, and I did her a favor. I lifted up the bowl so that she could finally open her eyes. But I opened mine.

Even though I could clearly see soup dripping down her forehead, parsley on her nose, and noodles tangled in her hair, it was a fact that she was irresistibly beautiful. I even paused for a moment, my hand still holding the bowl I lifted from her head. And that's when I noticed something else falling down her cheek, mixing with the soup. Tears.

She slapped my hand away before I even had the chance to say anything, and ran out of the cafeteria. While I was trying to place it in my head where I'd seen her before, the students in the cafeteria approached me one by one and congratulated me for something I didn't realize I had done. They kept saying things like 'the best' and 'amazing', but I still couldn't understand what had happened.

I strolled over to the table in the center of the hall, greeting my friends as I casually slid down in my seat. They were still talking about what happened, and Sting—one of my bros—couldn't help but interview me.

"This is the first time you've ever picked on that slob, and you did it perfectly," He snorted, "As expected from our bad boy Natsu."

"I just don't understand why she's the target of everyone's anger," said Rogue, as he took a break from reading some sort of book, "You're all acting like a bunch of morons. It's not her fault she's like that."

"Like what?" I asked, and all heads turned to me.

"Seriously?" Sting choked out, shaking his head in disapproval, as if this was something written in the students' handbook, "Nobody likes her. She has like, zero friends. She's always quiet and trying not to stand out. People even say she talks to herself." He popped a fry in his mouth, "Fucking creepy, if you know what I mean."

"So she said something aloud when nobody was there and you make her a schizophrenic?" Rogue countered, "I think you're the ones who need medical treatment."

"Why the hell are you taking her side? Everyone is either bothering or ignoring her. And after today, she got what she deserved." The blondie huffed, as if saying his argument held more weight than Rogue's, "Even Natsu hates her."

I didn't bother to correct him since I didn't even know the person, and just dug in into my burger, completely not interested in whether the girl from before was somewhere crying her eyes out. Hey, how does this make it my problem? And plus, judging by what Sting said earlier, she was used to it. One more prank won't cause her much harm.

I thought she was super pretty when I saw her, but now that I heard the rumors about her, and seeing that she was a full-on freakshow, I decided to stay away.

"What about her?" I heard my comrade comment about the brunette walking in front of us. I looked her up and down, not quite in the mood to be chasing after girls. Even though it's mostly the other way around when they find out how rich I am. "She looks nice", he assured me.

"You're looking at her ass."

"Her ass looks nice." He replied right away, and I can't help but laugh, which caused the girl in front of us to speed up a bit. We had just finished our last class, and I was eager to go home and sleep, since I didn't quite get to rest last night.

"Hey Sting," I called out to him, watching his blonde head cock to the side in a questioning manner. "I need to stop for some coffee man, I'm fucking tired."

"Ah," he shook his head as if disapproving of my late-night activities, when he was the same kind of guy. "Well we can sit down somewhere. I know a good coffee place not too far from here."

I followed his blabbering figure as we arrived before some sort of coffee shop. I glanced towards Sting, who walked in like he owned the place. We walked up to the counter, and although I could hear some strange yelling from the back of the shop, I dismissed it and ordered an Irish coffee. While the bartender was preparing our drinks, we scouted the area for victims.

One creepy dude reading what looks like a week old newspaper.

A mother and daughter cheerfully sharing bites of their cakes.

A couple seated by the window, splitting a milkshake with two straws, and talking about something.

An old lady trying to count the money in her purse.

Two girls drinking Frappuccinos, and giggling about something they were looking at on one of the girls' phone. I gave Sting 'the signal', which basically was cocking my head in the direction of our target, and he nodded. We took our drinks and made our way towards their table, watching the girls stop giggling to eye us suspiciously.

"Hey there," Sting took the lead, and I smiled as an added bonus. "Mind if we join in?"

The girls exchanged glances, and I took this time to study them.

Backpacks slanted on the back of their chairs, books taken out on the table. I recognized them to be highschoolers, by the type of material the books were covering. Powdered faces, lipstick stains on the paper cups, mascara grouping up on their eyelashes to form uneven piles of multiple layers they had previously applied, and too much eyeshadow for a lazy Monday afternoon. Good, so they had low self-esteem and had to hide behind make-up. Newest telephone models, branded clothing, styled hair, manicured nails; daddy's little girls. Which means they want us to think they're hard to get, but they're the easiest pray.

Push-up bras, lace sticking out of the overly tight tanktop, short skirts barely covering their spray-tanned legs, lips pursed in welcome. Could this be any easier?

"Sure, go ahead," they reply almost right away, and I can't help but smile at Sting's smug expression. Looks like he saw through them just as I did.

"Don't mind if we do," I sat down on one of the free chairs, and after fifteen minutes of talking, and us paying for their coffee, we pocketed two pieces of paper torn from their homework assignment, which contained their phone numbers.

Deciding that we should walk them home because he's such a nice fellow, Sting left along with them, with the message to remember where they live for future reference.

I wasn't in the mood for things like that right then, seeing as though I had had plenty excitement over the day. But with the cute black-haired one's number in my pocket, and Sting's photographic memory of her exact location so I can go there when I feel like it, I felt quite proud with how the day was unfolding, and was ready to go home.

The sight of yesterday's boxers greeted me from the floor when I entered my apartment. I almost forgot about the girl I kind of left hanging in my bed this morning. I walked into the bedroom, glad to see that she had long since left the premises. My eyes darted to the place where I had left her some money earlier. There was a note.

"You left me money? I'm not a whore. I'm a bit offended."

But she still took the money though. Girls…

"You have my number written below. Call me anytime ;)"

There was no name signed, so I had no idea who this person was. But like I said countless of times before, I really didn't care. If I wanted to 'play' with her again, I had the number, but since I don't even know what she looks like, I don't particularly want to do it once more. Some people might say I'm using girls, but I'm not. They let themselves be used. And how is that my problem?

I rubbed my temples, and went in search for an aspirin. I had no idea if I even had any. Last time I restocked on medicine was like half a year ago. Since living alone also has its cons, it can be a bit challenging at times, but as long as you invite anyone to sleep over, it's not as hard and lonely to manage anymore. That's mainly why I let girls sleep over at random, but the morning greetings fuck me in the head. Every now and then a smart one comes along though, and she disappears before I even wake up. That's how I like them.

I need a maid or something. But I tried that already and I ended up sleeping with her. It became awkward the next few days, when she kept finding random girls' clothing around the house and realized I'd been with different people. She apparently built up an idea in her head that we were together, when I wanted nothing to do with her except that one time.

Maybe if I find someone weird and unattractive it would work. My friend Gray had once told me to get an older lady as a maid, but older people just creep me out. So I was still waiting for some stupid dolt of a girl with 0% sex appeal to come up. Someone like the weirdo I'd encountered today.

She looked cute at first, but I saw her again later, walking out of the nurse's office with a towel on her head. She kept her gaze low and didn't even notice me staring from across the hall. Her clothes were somewhat dry, but the stains were clearly visible. I pitied her. A girl like that will never get a boyfriend. She'll be lucky if a guy ever kisses her, period. I would do it even if I was high or drunk. Her eyes were so wide with fear and I think she trembled. The others pointed at her as she walked down the hallway and laughed but she didn't say a thing. I hate people like that. People who don't stand up for themselves. Disgusting.

But why am I thinking about her?

I jumped on the huge bed in my bedroom, ignoring the ringing in my head which reminded me I wasn't in the best condition.

I felt horrible as I dragged my feet along the school's walkway. My black Audi R8 Spyder was parked in front of the gates, a few girls stopping to stare at it and hope that they'd be riding in it one day. Probably. I won't reject any of them. We're just teens having fun, right? Nothing wrong about that?

I pushed through the crowd hurrying to get to class, and rubbed my head again. I hadn't had a decent amount of sleep in weeks, and it was probably getting to me. The dosage of alcohol in my veins wasn't doing me a favor either, but at least I was free of extracurricular activities and I didn't need to think about that as well.

Deciding that class could wait, a took a turn towards the vending machines to get myself something to dampen my dry throat. I clicked the button next to the canned espresso, thinking that that was just what I needed to kickstart my day. Ignoring all the people who pushed past me in the halls, I searched for a private spot to drink up and refresh. My memory flickered to the thought of our school's hottest staff member. The nurse. She liked wearing short skirts and liked the attention they gained from male students. She was open to flirting, and maybe today, she was open for something else.

Ignoring the little voice in the back of my head telling me to just lay down and rest, I made my way to the office where Dr. Sexy was probably at, and knocked on the door. When I noticed it was open, I entered, but to my great dismay, there was nobody there. I decided on a whim that I could maybe use a few extra hours of sleep, and jumped on one of the beds stretched out across the room. All the beds were divided by curtains, so I was hidden from view of any patrolling teachers.

I left the coffee on the bedside table, deciding that it would be best if I drank it after I woke up, and let myself be comfortable.

The pressure on my forehead told me that someone was here. I was careful enough not to blink my eyes open from the surprise the sudden touch caused me, and instead tried to think who it might be. Alright, I think that the last thing I did was fall asleep in the nurse's office, and I was probably still there. The hand touching me was soft and small, so I figured it was a girl's hand. I swallowed hard. It's just the nurse. The hot nurse, to be precise.

"How long are we going to pretend I'm sleeping?" I asked seductively, and opened my eyes.

An ear-piercing shriek almost caused me to fall off the bed, and I jumped up in surprise, not expecting something like that at all. My eyes focused on the girl standing a few feet away from me, clutching her hand like something burned her. Before I got to say anything, something hard and wet smacked me on the face. Heh, that's what she said.

But seriously though, did she just throw a wet cloth at me?

I directed my gaze from the cloth in my hand towards the person trembling in the corner of the office. I got up and moved the curtains to open up even more, so I could get a good look at her. It didn't take me long to recognize the weirdo who's lunch I ruined yesterday.

Before I even got to ask her what she was doing here, I gave her a once-over. She had her hair pulled back and hidden under her nursing cap. The oversized white shirt from yesterday was replaced with an even bigger light pink sweater, and she had these weird sweatpants on her, which I think were a few sizes too big for me even. No sense of style whatsoever.

Relieved it was only her and not some rampaging teacher, I ran a hand through my hair and relaxed back onto the bed, my eyes not leaving hers for even a moment. She stood unmoving, but her shaking stopped.

I motioned with my hand to tell her to come over, but she hesitated. "I don't bite," I said, and her small steps started toward me, "Often". She stopped immediately and I couldn't help but laugh. I realized that she'd been trying to cure the fever I didn't even notice I had, so I guessed that I should let her continue what she was doing.

She fumbled with the bottles on the counter, finally holding out a spoonful of some gooey shit I was supposed to drink. "No way." I swatted away her hand.

"It will help you get better," she mumbled, and I realized that this was the first time I ever heard her talk. Her voice was quiet and a bit squeaky. She tucked a loose strand of her hair behind the cap, and tried holding out the spoon again. I thought for a moment, and shrugged. Only after I swallowed it I realized what she was trying to pull.

"Did you poison me?" I asked loudly, watching her cower back.

"N-no!" She stammered, looking around for some escape route.

"Then why the fuck are you in here, wearing that stupid hat and shit? And who gave you the right to treat me?! I'm not even sick!" My accusations kept flying through the roof.

"I work here instead of the old nurse that quit a week ago!" Explains why I saw her run in here when I made a mess of her yesterday. "And it was my duty to help you recover, so I gave you medicine." She straightened her shirt, this time looking a bit more confident, "I can assure you I know what I'm doing when it comes to pharmacy." Some determined glint in her eyes made me believe her and drop down on the bed again.

We sat in silence for the rest of the time, and I kept watching her brand the bottles and put them away. She scribbled something in a notebook. I was bored. She was here. Why not try my luck? Even though she's a creep and I want to stay away from her, it doesn't mean I can't have any fun watching her think she has a chance with me.

"Hey blondie," I smiled, my hoarse voice peeking her curiosity. She looked up from whatever it was she was writing.

"I have a name," She mumbled shyly.

"Is it… Gorgeous?" I finished off with my signature grin, watching her cheeks redden. Ha. Too easy. "So what are you doing after this?"

"I'm going grocery shopping, and then home to do homework."

"Oh no you're not", her eyes widened in confusion.

I'm like a mousetrap, just sitting silently and waiting for her to trap herself.

"You're coming with me."

[A/N]: How was it?

THIS IS A ONESHOT PROBABLY since I'm not getting a feeling that people will like rough stuff like what I'm planning to write about it in the future. I mean, it's okay and all but is it really worth continuing?

Tell me what you think in the reviews: oneshot or more chapters?

Also: should i rate this M or leave it as T? (it won't get too sexual lol)

with keys, through flames! aye!