Author's Note: Hey hey hey! First Fanfic here and reviews are always appreciated! ^_^ This is going to be really short, but it's only a start!

Prologue:

Senior year was supposed to be the greatest thing ever. My parents always told me that senior year was the 'golden year'. It was supposed to be all smiles and laughs and happiness. In a word, perfection. So with all of these 'facts' swirling around in my head, how was I supposed to set my expectations low enough for this? I glance at the boy next to me with only my eyes. Asleep. Why me? Why me of all people? Sigh. Please allow me to explain my sad, two-week journey with you.

"Wait, wait, wait, you're moving?"

"Yeah, I'm really sorry. Are you mad?"

"N-no, of course not, I'm very happy for you, Lu-chan."

"Thanks, Levy-chan… that was my dad. He said I have to finish packing."

"Okay, just make sure to call me before you leave."

"I'll make sure of it." That was the last I heard from Lucy, followed by a click and a long, never-ending dial tone.

My best friend is moving away just like that. She didn't even warn me or anything. Sigh. I picked up my calendar and drew a path with my finger to the day.

THE day.

This special day was none other than the first day of my senior year in high school. We were supposed to get through this together, Lucy and me. I thought about it for an approximate thirty seconds when I realized that I couldn't remind her of that seemingly insignificant promise. I could never be the one thing that stopped her from going to her dream school.

First of all, it had a substantial writing program, which was what Lucy had been searching for since she was thirteen. In addition, the school's name would look amazing on a college application. How could I hold her back from that?

I'm proud of her, I really am. I just don't know how I'm going to make it through this year without my one greatest friend.

What is that terrible beeping noise?

I tossed over, lazily opening my eyes to the familiar blinking red numbers.

Alarm clock….

7:00, my same wake-up time for the past three years. I quickly threw on whatever clothes I could find, combed out my messy blue hair and trudged down the stairs.

"Hello, honey," my dad greeted, peering over his eyeglasses.

"Hi," I responded half-heartedly, seating myself across from him at the table.

"Is my princess ready for the first day of school?"

"Not really…."

"Oh, why not?"

"Dad, I already told you, Lu-chan isn't going to school with me anymore."

"That's right, I'm sor-," the slow rumble of the bus engine silenced my father. I sprinted out the door without so much as a goodbye (or breakfast).

Attempting to rush through the bus doors, I didn't realize that someone else was trying to do the exact same thing. Being the petite person I am, I was easily knocked to the ground by the opposing force, my knees hitting the hard sidewalk.

"Ow…." I said quietly, examining the blood trickling down my shins. The culprit in question turned around, only to say, "Watch where you're going, little girl." Then he walked into the bus.

Little girl? What a jerk…

I edged my way down the bus aisle, noticing that the seat Lucy and I usually sat at was now occupied by two girls.

No need to worry, Levy. Just find someone and ask to sit by them. No big deal.

"Levy, we need to get going," the bus driver prodded. Feeling the pressure of eyes on me, I forced my legs to collapse.

"Hello," a voice next to me said strongly. I flinched, and then shifted my head to face the owner of the voice (and her strikingly red hair). I recognized her. Erza Scarlet; she's been on the student council for as long as I can remember.

"H-hi," I responded shakily.

"I'm Erza Scarlet, soon-to-be student body president."

"I'm Levy, Levy McGarden." I looked down and saw that the hem of my dress had begun to absorb the blood on my legs, creating red splotches on the orange fabric.

"That looks pretty bad," Erza commented, inching her head closer to the wounds.

"It's just a little scratch," I lied, trying not to wince at the stinging pain I truly felt.

"How did that even happen?"

"Uh, I bumped into him." I gestured towards the general direction of the guy who basically pushed me out of his way.

"The one with the long hair and piercings?"

I nodded and glanced over, only now realizing how many metallic studs were imbedded in his face. I tried to count how many there actually were, but lost count after eight.

"I wouldn't waste my time if I were you. Just try to avoid him."

"Why is he so angry anyways?" His face had a seemingly ever-present scowl as he gazed out the window with a far-off look.

"He used to attend a rival school of Fairy Tail Academy, Phantom Public School. Last year, some guy decided to go burn the place down. He was arrested, but the school didn't have nearly enough funds to rebuild everything, so many of the students were let into surrounding schools here in Magnolia. Of those schools, Fairy Tail was one of them."

"So why doesn't he just go to a different school? If I hated something that much, I'd try my hardest to change it."

"I don't think it's that simple. I don't know much more about him, but I think there's more to him than meets the eye. I think maybe that's why he has such a rough exterior."

The bus suddenly came to a stop, and everyone stood up and began filing out. I immediately walked to the office to retrieve my schedule for the semester. Seeing that I was placed in Physical Education first thing in the morning wasn't a very pleasant surprise, but I tried to overlook it and focus on the positive.

The first day was as normal as first days go. We didn't actually go to our classes that would happen tomorrow, and to be honest, I'm not looking forward to it. That's NOT NORMAL.

I decided to walk home to clear my mind and start thinking straight. The air contained a subtle hint of heat, making the atmosphere comfortable.

Without bothering to tell my dad how my first day went, I locked myself in my room and picked up my diary. For once, I had absolutely nothing to write about, nothing at all. Then, I thought back to the early morning and looked to where my skin had been forcefully peeled off.

After five minutes, my entire diary entry became centered around the supposed 'bad boy'. Tomorrow would be better… and eventful.