She stretched out on her bed, her long fingers digging in the soft covers of the mattress. She glared daggers at the ceiling as an attempt to prevent herself from crying. With a sigh, she pulled her blanket over head and she pulled her folded legs toward her chest.

The skies were cloudy and dark, it was raining, and the wind felt like it should be wild. From afar, you could see that the sun rose happily but that happiness was thwarted by the weather. The raindrops created a moving melody to the half-asleep blonde. It made her think of a song her past lover sang to her.

She winced. 'Past...lover?' She frowned at the weather, cursing it and soon after, she fell asleep.

The sakura trees bloomed radiantly. Its branches swayed with the wind, giving off a soothing effect. The sun later on was exposed and the light made the sight even more breathtaking.

A certain blonde was enjoying the scene, her hair flowing behind her and her cheeks were beautifully painted pink. Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around her figure, causing her to jump. When she turned around, she sighed and hugged the person back.

"You scared me, Gray." She said, nuzzling into his neck's curve. She pulled away from him. "Why did you call me out here? Is something wrong?"

Gray took a step back and let his bangs cover his eyes completely.

"Well," She continued, facing the nearby river. "I can wait... Just pinch me if you're ready, okay? You know me when I'm imagining scenes for my novel." She smiled and towards him again, only to be shocked.

She shrieked, grabbing articles of clothing that were unsuccessfully blown away by the wind and shoved them to the nude teen. Her carefree expression went 180 degrees at the scene. "What the fuck, Gray? I told you not to strip in public! How many times do I have to tell you that?"

He stared at her, as if what she was saying passed in the left ear and went out immediately at the right ear. But the latter was true. "Huh?" He said, and that enraged her more.

She pulled out a whip from god-knows-where and started making cracking noises. The poor black-haired teen trembled under her gaze. He started sweating buckets and he had an urge to pee, scared of the blonde's wrath. "Luce, I'm sorry I really didn't understand. I swear I didn't!"

"How the heck is that supposed to make me feel better?"

He grabbed her and pulled her closer to him, her breasts banging hard against his hard chest, but she payed no attention to that as soon as his cool lips met hers. "How about that?" He asked, catching his breath. He noticed the blonde; her eyes were half-closed, her cheeks grew warmer, and she was quiet-and he took her actions as a yes.

"So, Luce. About what I was supposed to say..."

"Hmm," replied the blonde, who was still coming out of her fantasy.

"I think we shouldn't see each other anymore."

She sat up from her bed, panting and crying. She noticed that she was clutching something, then she realized...she almost suffocated herself with her own pillow. She laid herself back on her bed, and she clutched the pillow to her chest.

The dream was real and so it left deep wounds in the heart of the blonde's; it was never healed since she kept reliving it in her unconscious state. There were nights that she woke up, screaming and her lips were bloody from her biting them. All the maids were especially worried about Lucy, but whenever they brought the topic up, she dissolved it with a wave of her hand. Her father, on the other hand, appeared to show no interest in his own daughter's problems.

There was a knock on the door.

"Umm, Lucy-sama, breakfast is served on the long table. Also, Jude-sama said that he needs to talk to you in his study after you eat breakfast." The doorknob turned and the door swung open, revealing the head maid, Spetto-san. Lucy shot up and roughly wiped off her tears. "Are you okay, Lucy-sama?"

"It's nothing of your concern, Spetto-san." She replied politely and smiled. She turned her back at the worried maid, and headed to the bathroom.

She turned on the faucet of the shower, and slowly soaped her body. She tilted up her head, letting all of her thoughts go, but her dream earlier kept creeping to her thoughts. Tears started flowing once again, and she turned off the faucet when she was sure that she was free from any suds. She stumbled out the shower area and she went in front of the bathroom mirror. She brushed her teeth, and went back to her bedroom, where she changed into her school uniform.

She continued to the dining area, where abundant choices of food were artistically designed by the maids and the chefs. She muttered a silent 'thank you' while passing by them and sat in her seat, which was at the other end of the long table. Opposite of her seat was her father's, where a neatly folded newspaper and a cup of tea positioned at the exact centre of its coaster sat. Her father always gave her a lecture about becoming a real lady like her late mother so that she would be worthy to marry a prince from far away and to carry on their family's riches. She would always scoff whenever that subject was brought to light, and her father would always get angry, so she would be sent back to her chambers.

After she finished eating her breakfast, she headed to the corridor where her father's study was located, and she stopped before a gigantic, mahogany door. She knocked three times and breathed out, "Father, I shall enter". The door opened and revealed her father, his face full of wrinkles because of old age, and white strands of hair that blended magnificently in his ash blond hair. His forehead was rested on the huge glass window that provided light to the study, and it proved as a perfect reading area. He turned his head towards her voice and smiled sadly at Lucy. She was surprised at her father, for the only facial expression that he showed her ever since her mother died was his serious, business-minded face.

"Lucy," he began, and Lucy stiffed at his voice. "are you okay?"

She felt numb when her father asked her a question that he never asked. She felt suspicious. She glared at her father and spat at him, "Why are you trying to get me to marry a man I won't even love? What, do you think I'm so stupid to think that you wouldn't dare to use a fake expression to fool me? I don't care about the family's riches, and I most certainly DON'T care about you!"

"Wha- Wait, Lucy!"

"Don't come after me!"

She turned her back at her father furiously and stomped out of his study. She returned to the dining area, grabbed her school bag, and stomped towards the family car. The driver fumbled with his keys and successfully started the car. The car soon stopped in front of her school, Fairy Academy.

She propped up her arms on her elbows and she rested her chin on her palms. Her health teacher entered, and sat on the teacher's chair. He took a long breath, rummaged in his pockets, and brought out a pipe and a matchstick. He started smoking and told the entire class to turn to page 46 of their health book. The entire class sweat dropped.

"U-u-umm, Wakaba-sensei..."started a student. "Isn't smoking bad? And illegal within school premises?"

Wakaba raised an eyebrow at his student. "I'm not a student. Now go and open your darn books."

Erza spoke up, standing straight and stiff. "Sensei, according to our student handbook, section 3, paragraph 8: Teachers should be a walking example to all of the students of Fairy Academy, inside or outside of school premises. Section 5, Paragraph 2: Illegal activities such as SMOKING, gambling, drinking of alcoholic beverages shall not be tolerated, no exceptions. Also, we don't have health books, and this is not your period. This time should be Math period, just in case you were wondering." She finished, smiling sickeningly sweet at Wakaba-sensei. The aura around her was vividly menacing, but her words and her mood seemed to do nothing to make the teacher back down.

"What if I wanted it to be my period?"He answered. Erza's nails dug deep in her table, and the entire class was frozen stiff. No one talks back to Erza, and he should've known better. Not too long later, her eyeballs turned purely white and she smiled, showing off her especially sharp fangs.

'If I remember clearly, I never noticed that she had those,' thought the entire class.

A blinding light filled the class, and once the room's brightness returned to normal, all they could see was an unconscious and pale Wakaba.

Moments later, it was time, the entire Math period has ended and Lucy sighed happily, rejoicing that there's no Math for today. The bell rang and it was finally lunch break.

As she entered her classroom, class 3-A, their school president was scolding a certain stripper. Their school president was a red-head, she wore glasses and she had a short temper; majority of the students fear her, especially if her cake or glasses are taken away from her.

"Class pres!" called out Levy, the best friend and fellow bookworm of Lucy. "It seems he was caught walking to school in his boxers. About 14 of the girls that witnessed him are in the infirmary, I guess they've run out of blood from nose bleeding." She giggled, signalling that she has finished.

"Levy-chan, I told you already not to call me that..." Lucy hugged her best friend. She put on her best smile and skipped towards their school president. "Erza, let him go already. Look, he's at the brink of fainting."

Erza sighed and fixed her glasses. Gray shivered once he saw the menacing glint in her eyes. "I guess it can't be helped, then. I'll let go of you just this once, the next time you'll strip again in public, I'll punish you myself." Then she turned to Lucy. Gray saw this as an opportunity to escape from the sight of the terrifying red-head and turned away, without muttering anything like a thank you to his saviour. Lucy felt a sharp pain in her chest and she tried her best to not let it show.

"So, Lucy..."purred Erza. Erza had only a few friends (Lucy was one of them), since she was naturally shy and her armour was her being nonchalant about everything. Lucy knew this but she just can't help being scared of her friend. "Have you checked the attendance yet? Remember to give me the log book when you're done, okay?"

She nodded. "Everyone is present, except Natsu Dragneel. I don't know what's his problem is, but he has never been present...even at the first day of school. Erza, aren't you really close with him?" Erza nodded. "Also, Jet was late this morning. How ironic, he's even the champion of the world marathon event." She gave the black log book to Erza, which she gladly accepted. She muttered something about killing people from 3-B for not giving their log book for three months and left.

At that moment, girls from 3-B were chattering loudly about a famous singer. "You know Yuusuke Haru? He's so~ hot!"; "Oh, Winter? Yeah, he is! You know he has a World Tour? It started since a week before our first day of school and I heard today was his last day in the WT. Japan's his last stop..."; "Aww, man! I wish it was a weekend, I would totally go to his concert."

"Winter?"Lucy asked.

"He's a really talented singer and a super smart person!"Levy answered. "Some girls think he's hot but I really don't think so.. Here, look." She pulled out a poster from her bag. The guy was slim, he sat on a wooden stool, and held a beautifully polished guitar. He had pointy, messy black hair, amber eyes, and slightly tanned skin.

'Yuusuke Haru, huh?'

"For all I know, he could be gay or something."

"No, he's not! Anyway, can I read your book? I'm so excited."

"Sure." She handed her a thin, red book.

"Thanks! I'm just so happy that you got over Gray. How do you do it?" Levy babbled on, and stopped at a page, speechless. "Ahh. I can see the stress from the breakup got killed...with the characters in the story. Isn't this supposed to be a romantic/comedy? Why do they have to die?"

And so, Lucy was scolded for two straight hours, Levy didn't even care that the teacher was bothered by her loud argument with her best friend (who was busy writing several apology letters).

The bell rang twice, signalling dismissal time. When they left the classroom, Levy fumed (yes, she's still that angry) and so Lucy made up an excuse to cover up her real intention, to give the apology letters in the faculty room.

"Sorry, Levy-chan. I really need to go to the restroom." Levy kept on insisting thus Lucy said, "Oh, come on, Levy-chan... Surely you don't want to hear my bladder erupting, now, would you?"

The thought of it made Levy feel sick and Lucy successfully fled.

She walked down the corridors and passed through a tight passageway. She entered the room and bowed deeply in front of all the teachers that her friend had ignored cruelly. After the teachers accepted her apology, she sighed and skipped along the corridor. As she passed by an intersection of corridors, she noticed a flash of pink. Curious, she paused to see if it would appear again, but seeing as there would be no reason for it to, she returned to her destination.

The blonde reached her best friend and noticed her staring far away, as if something big had happened. Levy smiled at Lucy, and pulled her by the arm.