Author's Note: So, this is my first fan fiction. Please don't let that discourage you from reading because I need your help! I'm still getting used to how this site works with uploading and all that, so I may need to come back and reformat, etc. This is an AU, so some of the characters may be OC because I feel in the real world some of their personalities would have to be a little more subdued, but I love these characters so much! Please let me know what you think! As I mentioned in my profile, I have a very stressful job, so updating may be hard for me. I'm really sorry, and I promise I will work hard on it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or any of it's characters.

Chapter 1

Lucy blew on her coffee before taking a small sip. She winced as it still burned her tongue a bit. She looked up as the door in front of her opened again, letting in a gust of hot, humid air into the coffee shop. It was the middle of the summer, and she had ordered a hot beverage. She knew it was strange, but there was something about iced coffee she couldn't get behind. Coffee was meant to be hot, not served with ice cubes. She sighed as she watched the sunburned man walk up to the counter and relaxed back down in her seat. It wasn't him.

She was meeting her boyfriend, Sting to have "The Talk." They had been dating since their freshman year of high school, and it was now the summer before their freshman year of college. Four years was a long time, too long, if you asked some. Lucy had met Sting when they were in the same English class, and she had fallen head over heels for him when she looked into his deep blue eyes. Every thing about Sting screamed sexy; everything from his messy blonde hair, to his sea blue eyes, all the way down to his toned abs. He was also on swim team and baseball team, making him one of the most popular guys at her school. His swim time was so fast, people had started calling him "The White Dragon" because all you could see was his light blonde hair streaking through the water.

Lucy couldn't believe she had had the fortune of picking up his dropped pencil that day in class. They had been a couple ever since. Sure, the other girls sometimes gave her a hard time about having such a good looking boyfriend, but Lucy knew they were just jealous. Sting was a sweet guy and a great boyfriend. At least he had been. Something changed last year. Last year, Sting was made captain of the swim team, and if she thought they were popular as a couple before, she was wrong. Their status skyrocketed. They were invited to every party, every lunch table, and every study group. It had taken an emotional toll on Lucy. She knew these people were not really her friends. She could hear the gossip and convoluted insults said behind her back, but Sting loved it. He thrived from it. He had become the center of attention at Fairy Tail High. If he was king, she was queen, and she was starting to hear some things about "her king" that disturbed her. He was going to parties without her, and hanging out with people, girls in particular, that she did not know from Sabertooth High.

Don't misinterpret, Lucy knew Sting was his own person and could do and go where he wanted, but he had stopped calling her and texting her. An update from her boyfriend every now and again would be nice, which is why they were meeting at the coffee shop. Lucy sighed again. She did not know if they were going to break up, go back to being friends, or smooth all this over and have great make-up sex later. Since things had changed between them, she really did not know what to expect from Sting anymore. Lucy began to tap her foot as she glanced at her phone. He was fifteen minutes late. Not a promising start to a conversation about communication.

The door opened again and there he stood, in all his glory. He was wearing an orange shirt, which showed off his amazing tan from being out at the pool. He ran a hand through his blonde locks as he glanced around the room, giving his hair a sexy, disheveled look. He eyes widened and he smiled as he met her eyes in recognition. Lucy gave her head a small shake to clear her mind and tried to remember why she was here. Sting's charm was not going to work on her. They needed to talk. Sting walked over and pulled out the chair across from her without ordering anything. He obviously thought this meeting was going to be short. Good sign or bad?

"Hey," he said, still smiling at her. "Where were you last night? I thought we were going to meet up at Cana's end of year party. You missed on hell of a night." Lucy suddenly was having no trouble remembering why they were here.

"I texted you and told you I couldn't go. My dad came back from his business trip last night and I needed to have dinner with him. I invited you to come over and eat with us, but you never texted or called me back." Lucy crossed her arms over her chest, making her body language clear that she was not happy with him. To her surprise, Sting's smile did not falter.

"Yeah, I may have been a few drinks in at that point. I seem to recall a message from you now that I think about it…" Lucy snorted. Of course he had been drinking. This was another change that had happened in the last year. Lucy had had the occasional beer at a party, but Sting took drinking to a whole other level. She had tried talking to him about it, but he only told her that was what people expected of a jock like him and he had a reputation to uphold. The first time Sting had gotten drunk at a party, he had driven them there and she had to find them a ride home since his car was a stick shift and she only knew how to drive an automatic. It had been one of the most embarrassing nights of her life. He promised her it would never happen again, but that was when Lucy started to go to fewer and fewer parties, and when she did, she met him there and drove herself.

"Well, Sting, I'm wondering how much you think of me if you can't be bothered to call or text me. It's happening more and more, and there are some nights I wonder if you made it home at all, or if you are lying in a ditch!" Lucy's voice rose up at the last part, her anger bleeding through.

"Wait, this whole conversation is because I forgot to text you 'Goodnight' a few times? Come on, Lucy. Be serious." Lucy scoffed and looked away from her.

"Sting, seriously. I feel like I don't know who you are; who we are. What is going on?" Sting looked back at her. This time it was his turn to sigh.

"I don't know, Lucy. We grew up, we changed."

"But, are you happy now?" Lucy wanted to know. "I mean, in this relationship."

"Well, if I was I don't think I would have slept with that brunette last night." Lucy's heart stopped and her breathing halted. She must have heard that wrong. Did he just admit to cheating on her? In the middle of a coffee shop? This was not real. It was not happening.

"What?!" She managed to squeak. She needed him to repeat what he just said and confirm that she has misheard him.

"Wait, I thought that was why were here. I knew Levy saw. Levy must've told you I got drunk last night and slept with someone else, right?" Sting raised his eyebrows. Lucy still couldn't move. This was all a dream. Some sort of sick and twisted nightmare she was having.

"No. No, she did not tell me that. You did what last night?" Lucy was trying to stay calm. They were in the middle of the coffee shop, in a small town. The moment she lost her composure, they would be the gossip of Magnolia.

Sting ran his hand through his hair again. "Yeah… Lucy. Look, I'm sorry, but it's over. It has been for a while. I thought I could ghost you and you would get the picture, but I'm seeing other people."

Lucy's hand underneath the table was curled up in anger. She gave four years of her life to this self-centered asshole? How many people knew what was going on and didn't tell her? How many of her "friends" had looked the other way as Sting slept around the school? She took a deep breath and tried again to remember their surroundings. Screw it, Lucy thought. With Sting's reputation, they probably already were the talk of the town. She stood up, the chair grinding against the floor behind her. She took her cup of coffee and tossed it in his face. She knew it was very 90's television, but at this moment, she did not give a "flying flip" as her mother used to say. She was pissed, and she wanted him and the world to know it.

"What the hell, Lucy! That's hot!" Sting's face and neck were turning red from where the hot mocha had splashed him.

"Now you know what it feels like to get burned, ass wipe," she replied as she marched out of the coffee shop. Onlookers watched in horror as she slammed the door behind her, fuming. As angry as she was, she had to smile to herself. This would be the story she always told when people looked at her strangely and asked why she ordered hot coffee in the middle of summer.