"Stop sitting around, stupid!" Gajeel yelled.

Gajeel walks slowly up the stairs, which lead to the stage, and he's caring metal chairs on his back. Veins pop on his forehead, his back is beginning to give up on him.

"Awe, poor Gajeel. Are those chairs too heavy for you?" I mocked him, standing up from my position on the stage floor.

"Shut up and help me already!"

"Alright, alright. Sheesh!" I ran behind him and up the first few stage steps. I picked up some of the chairs and brought them up to the stage.

Gajeel sighed in relief, "Set them over there." He pointed behind the red curtains.

I walked over to the location, when I glanced around the cafeteria. The scenery nearly caused me to drop everything. I swallowed thickly.

A gorgeous blond sat cross legged on a desk. She wore a long sleeve button-down flannel shirt and black skinny jeans, with red converse sneakers that she took off and placed on the floor. The bond's hair laid messy on her shoulders, while Levi played with the rest of her hair behind her. (Levi is the youngest and smallest girl in the grade, however she's the smartest. Gajeel has a crush on her (shh))

Then they began to smile and laugh. She's far away but I can still hear her memorizing laugh.

Suddenly I caught myself staring at her. I can't help it she's so beautiful. I felt a warm feeling in my stomach, it feels like butterflies but more.

Without a warning my hands felt empty and a loud bang was herd.

"Hey Flamebrain-" Gajeel froze, "don't tell me. You better not be staring at her." He punched me and picked up a couple of the chairs I dropped. Then he walked a few inches to the crate, to place the chairs inside.

"Hey-what are you talking about?" I asked, curious and confused about his statement. "And who is she?"

"I saw you staring at her." Gajeel snickered.

"So what." I crimsoned a dark shade of red, turning my head around to avoid eye contact.

He smirked, "Haha, so you were!"

"Shut it!" I blushed.

"Whatever, well she's a new student, in tenth grade just like us. Top of her classes and an excellent artist." He paused for a second and took a deep breath, "You know you can't like an actor, you know the rules. Plus she's out of your league."

I do. Rule number two, "Never fall in love with anyone who's not in your group (especially not actors)." It's right after number one, no eating during practice. (:P irony)

(There actually isn't an actual rule book however, we, as a theater society, have come up with rules. There are four sets of groups in this society.

First are the actors, and of course they are the 'superstars'. They think of themselves as the higher ranking ones, who are popular, and rule the school.

Second, there is the stage crew. That's where I come in, I work as a stage assistant, and we are in charge of all the technology, ighting, cameras, etc.

Third comes the artists. Most of them are shy geeks and hipsters, however they always have top-notch grades. They are in charge of all the art work, costumes, makeup, decorations, and all the other pretty things. You'll always catch one in the hallways painting on the walls or anything in that manner.

Fourth are the directors. Directors create the scenarios and scrips of each play. The type of plays we form are thanks to them. Directors are consisted of mainly the seniors and teachers.)

"So what? Are they going to stop my heart from beating this warm sensation?" I asked smirking.

His eyes widened. "Well, you know you're going to regret it. Then I'll say 'I told you so.' I bet she's just like the others."

I bent down and regained my grip on the chairs. I began to carry the chairs to their rack, "Stop slacking around!" I teased him while placing the chairs along each other, totally ignoring his comment.

"Why you-" he began to boil, sticking his arm out as if he intends to hit me.

"Come on, don't be like that. I'll tell Levi you're being mean to me. We don't want that, now do we?" I said while I turned around to walk down the stairs and ignored his tomato face.

I sailed down the stairs about to tell Levi we finished placing the chairs away. However Gajeel was still fixing one chair so I leaned against a wall to wait for him.

When Gajeel finished I just had to take one quick peek at the blond before we leave. Darn, she's just so beautiful.

And her smile…

"Hey Gajeel, you never told me her name." I complained.

He sighed.

'Lucy Heartifilia' I thought in awe.