I really want to let you guys start the story, but, real quick, this will be going up every Wednesday, and my other story, 'Stars Were Meant For Light,' will only go up Saturdays now. Sorry! But I have things to do and couches to sleep on! So, see you next chapter.

Unexpected Love; Chapter 01: Secrets

Sting's P.O.V

"It's Sting!"

"Will you sign my shirt?"

"Could you sit with me at lunch?"

"Please, be my boyfriend!"

"I love you!"

Ugh, I thought. Fangirls. They are annoying. Some famous people enjoy the undying attention you get. Some famous people completely despise it. I am in the latter group.

I am Sting Eucliffe. 17 years old; A model, an actor, and the most popular guy at Fiore High. And although the fangirls annoy me, I wouldn't tell them – mostly because I didn't want to damage my reputation.

Of course, everything I heard earlier, I hear everyday. And, just like everyday, I smirked at them, causing most – all – of them to start daydreaming, signaling my time to escape.

I quickly made my way down to the East wing – heading to the cafeteria. It was lunch, and I usually end up having no time to eat, due to fangirls. I took a left – even though it was the long way to the cafeteria; I heard nothing, meaning it's empty. And empty means no fangirls.

I was wrong, though. I saw a girl – as in singular – but that means she would try to get me all by myself. I tried to pass her, but she shut her locker, and walked towards me.

Crap, I thought, I'm going to have to deal with her now. But then something crazy happened: she walked past me. And I know she noticed me, because I saw her move to the side a little; as if to try not to bump into me. Usually it would be the opposite.

This confused me, so I did the only thing I could think of: I called for her, "Wait!" I said. She turned, and tilted her head, as if asking 'what?' "Do you know who I am?"

She smiled, "Yeah," she answered, "Sting Eucliffe, right?"

"Yeah, but why aren't you trying to get my attention – like all the other girls?" I may sound weird asking this question – but this was crazy.

While waiting for her answer, I analyzed her: she had golden-blonde hair, smooth, pale skin, was average height – for a girl, at least – and all in all: she was good looking.

She giggled, "I'm not like most girls." She replied, "In fact, I'm probably the only one who acts the way I do. But, if you don't mind, I have to get to lunch." And with that, she turned and left.

"Wait!" I yelled again. And, just like before, she turned and tilted her head in a questioning manner. "What's your name? You know mine, so it's only fair."

She giggled again, "Lucy."

"No last name?" I asked jokingly. I saw her mood sadden, ever so slightly.

"I only give it to people who are my friends – close friends. Sorry." And that time, when she turned, she left completely.

Why am I so intrigued by her?

Lucy P.O.V

The bell rang, as I was closing my locker. My thoughts were lingering on a few things – did I have to work today? Was rent coming up? And why the 'great' Sting Eucliffe talked to me earlier. I was wondering why, because I'm nothing special.

I am Lucy Heartfilia – though only a few people know I'm a Heartfilia. I'm 16 years old, a runaway, former Heartfilia Heiress, and completely normal in any other way. Well, almost completely normal in any other way.

As displayed earlier, I didn't swoon over Sting, and try to get his attention. I didn't try to seduce him, or try to make him mine. I just completely ignore him.

Some people may call me crazy, but that's just how I am. He may be famous, but he hasn't done anything to me or with me – excluding earlier – so I have no reason to try to be 'friends' with him. Sure, he was devilishly handsome – nobody could deny that. And, sure, he works to make a living – and makes a lot from his style of work. But besides that, he's a normal person. Goes to a normal school. Has a normal personality. Has friends. And enjoys himself.

But, back to reality, I had to make it to my new math class. And by 'new,' I mean: according to my past teacher, I was too good for my own good, and was pushed up from a junior's math class, to a senior's math class. Of course, I was proud of my achievement, but I'm a little self conscious about myself – I don't know what to expect. I heard some seniors are pretty mean, so I hope I get put in a nice class.

I was turning the corner in the hallway, when I bumped into someone. The impact had me falling and I landed on my behind.

"Oww," I complained, "Sorry." I followed with.

"It's alright." A male voice responded. A male voice with no emotion in it. I looked up to see what the man looked like. He had messy black hair, which covered some of his face, dark red eyes, and, seeing as he's taller than me and I hit his rock hard chest, was well built. I instantly knew who it was: Rogue Cheney.

Rogue Cheney was another famous person who went to Fiore High. He is one of Sting's friends and fellow actors.

But, being the abnormal girl I am, I didn't start fangirling. Instead, knowing that he's a senior, I started asking him for help. "Hey, do you happen to know where Mr. Clives' senior math class is – I just got moved into that class, and I don't really know where it is." I admitted shyly.

"So," he started, "You're the new student he's been talking about. Follow me," He said, "You're lucky, that's where my next class was, anyway."

"Thanks!" I said, while giving him a smile. We were walking in silence – which was surprising. I was surprised that nobody was in the hallways we were taking. Nobody to hold Rogue up, meaning that I wouldn't have to hear some of the weird requests he might get asked.

That silence was soon broken by Rogue. "Your parents must be proud." I froze once he said that; sadness replacing my once happy face. He seemed to have notice. "Are you okay? Did I say something?" He asked, yet he remained emotionless.

"No… Nothing." I lied. "Could you just give me directions to the class – I have to use the bathroom."

He seemed to believe me, and gave me directions. I thanked him, and went to the bathroom.

I soon reached the bathroom, which was empty. And when I did, I broke down – tears started streaming down my face. All because of two words:

Your parents.

Sting's P.O.V

I was sitting in Mr. Clives' math class, waiting for Rogue to arrive. Fangirls were swarming around me; like they were moths and I was a flame. And then the door opened, Rogue walking through it. He took his usual seat next to me, and turned to me.

"Sting," he said, "I met the new student – it's a girl."

Great, I thought, more pests in the class.

"Don't worry, Sting," Rogue said, "She's different – she didn't start swooning over me. In fact, she seems completely different. I can also tell she's hiding something."

Doesn't swoon over famous guys? Completely different?

"Quick – what does she look like?" I questioned quickly, while ignoring the screams of the fangirls. A part of me was telling me it was the girl from earlier – Lucy. Another part was hoping it would be her. And, yet, another part wanted to know what she was hiding.

No doubt she was hiding something – Rogue's hunches were never wrong.

"She had blonde hair, a nice figure – undoubtedly beautiful." He said, and before I could speak, he continued, "I never did get a name, though."

And then, the bell rang, signaling that your time to switch classes was over. And, like usual, Mr. Clives walked in just as the bell rang.

"Okay class," He began, "As you know, we are expecting a new student to join the class," He scanned the classroom, "But it seems she is running late." Then he muttered, "Glad it's not just me who runs late."

"What's her name?" Someone yelled from the back of her class.

"Well, her name is-" Mr. Clives was soon interrupted by someone.

"WAIT!" Was heard from the hallway, and the door soon opened, with a blonde girl running in. She seemed to be running. He knees were bent, and her hands were on her legs. She was also panting and her head was down. "Sorry I'm late, Mr. Clives." She apologized.

"That's alright," Mr. Clives replied, "Why don't you introduce yourself."

She lifted her head and smiled, "Sure!" And it was none other than her. "I'm Lucy, glad to meet you guys."

"Good; why don't you take a seat next to Sting." It sounded like a statement, more than a question.

She looked around the class, and I could see the surprise in her eyes when she saw I was in the class. "Okay." She said weakly. I could barely hear it, though, over the complaints of the girls in the class.

Lucy's P.O.V

While I was walking towards my seat, I could hear the verbal complaints.

"Why does she get to sit next to Sting?"

"It's so not fair!"

"She's just a juniors – she doesn't deserve it!"

Geez, some people can be so annoying, I said inside my head.

"ENOUGH!" I heard Mr. Clives yell, "She'll sit where I say, and next person to complain will get detention. Now," he said more calmly, "Why don't we take time to get to know Lucy, while I take a nap."

I deadpanned. Take a nap? I thought I was going to learn something in this class. But, as soon as he said that, all the girls started swarming Sting and Rogue. So much for getting to know me, sounded in my head, Well, at least I can get some peace and qui-

"You," I heard someone say. I looked up to see none other than Sting and Rogue, and hear the resurfacing of complaints. "You owe me." Rogue said. And before I could ask him why, Sting actually did.

"Why does she owe you, Rogue?" Sting asked.

"She owes me for helping her find the class and ditching me in the hallway." Rogue answered.

"Fine," I replied hastily. I wanted to finish talking to them as quickly as possible, so I could stop hearing the fangirls' complaints. "What is it you want?" I asked.

"I want you to tell me your secret."

"Secret?" What could he mean by that?

"Don't act dumb," he said, rather harshly, I may add, "You have a secret. Why do you hide your last name?"

Shoot, he knows something's up. I can't let him know about my family. Sadness started taking over my features again. "Fine," I spat, "But it's personal. So meet me after school – in the abandoned classroom, on the third floor." I more so whispered the last part.

"I'm coming, too." Sting said.

"Why? Isn't one person finding out enough?" I asked, it taking all my energy not to yell. I really didn't like telling the story, and I was already on the verge of tears again.

I never got an answer, because the bell rang.

Sting's P.O.V

It was now after school, and Rogue and I were heading to the abandoned classroom. Of course, the fangirls causing us to run a few – ten – minutes late.

We entered the classroom, after making sure no one was around. I opened the doors, walking in before Rogue. It was dark in here; a few old desks scattered here and there. I saw Lucy sitting on the old teacher's desk.

I looked at her, and something was off. I examined her features, and tried to see what it was that was off. And then, I saw it: her eyes were puffy and red. Only one thing came to my mind, and that was that she was crying.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked, my voice laced with worry.

She looked up, "Oh, hi… Yeah, I'm always like this when I tell the story." She smiled sadly.

"Well, tell us." Rogue said, monotonously. He's my best friend, but he should be nicer every once in a while.

"The reason I only go by Lucy, is because I don't want people to know my real last name." She paused, "My name is really Lucy. I am Lucy. Lucy Heartfilia."

"Heartfilia? Aren't they one of the richest families in Fiore?" I asked.

"Yup," she said, "But… I ran away a year and a half ago."

I glanced at Rogue, even he had surprise written on his face. Before Rogue and I could interrogate any further, Lucy continued speaking.

"The reason I left after you mentioned my parents, Rogue, is because I ran away, due to my father. And my mother… She's dead." And after she said that, I saw tears rolling down her cheeks. But she didn't stop there, she still told the story. "We used to be a happy family. But when my mother passed, my father turned cold. He stopped treating the workers as family; he stopped having fun; he stopped paying attention to me. I couldn't take it – I was alone. No other kids to play with. Nobody to care for me." She gave a dry laugh, "Well, there were some, like Ms. Spetto, but still. They had to work most of the time."

"So, a year and a half ago, I took ten-thousand jewels and ran away. In fact, I doubt my father noticed until one of the workers brought it up. I ended up here, in Magnolia, and got a job at a restaurant. I was lucky when I got that job – I was just about to run out of money." She dried her tears then. "I still work at the restaurant, and have to work there today… TODAY! Oh I forgot! I got to go! My manager said if I keep coming in late, that I'd lose my job! Well, please don't share my story… please." And with that she left, running out the door.

"I never knew she had it rough…" I said out loud. I then got up and ran out of the room.

"Sting!" I heard Rogue yell.

I kept going, though. I don't know why, but something's telling me to help this girl. I couldn't just let her go. I felt bad for her.

So, I kept running, with a new resolve in mind:

I was going to help Lucy Heartfilia.