Okay, guys, my break from updating is over. But, I know you weren't expecting this story to be updated first. Well, there are a few reasons for that.
One: This was actually the only thing I had been able to write. I know, not much - it's even shorter than usual. I wasn't feeling the motivation. Again, review and give me ideas and motivation!
Two: Scheduled updates seem to be winning the poll (which ends at the end of the month), and I know how I will update if it does. I will mention it if it wins, and then this will make more sense. For now, until the poll is over, I will just be updating at random.
Sorry for such a short chapter, but please (try to) enjoy.
Unexpected Love; Chapter 07: She Was
Lucy's P.O.V
Rushing down the hallway to get to class on time, I started thinking about Natsu. His name sounds so familiar. Maybe I heard people say mention his name – I mean, news of a new student with pink hair sounds like it would spread fast.
Pushing those thoughts aside, I rushed through the door for my English class. I glanced at the clock, as I made my way to my seat in the center of the room, and sighed in relief when I noticed I had thirty (30) seconds to spare.
I put my book and notebook on my desk, while I grabbed a pencil out of my bag.
Soon, the teacher, Mr. Conbolt, started to speak. "Okay, class, today I'm going to cover something elementary." He turned around to face the chalkboard, "Most of you are probably wondering what that is. Well," He turned back around, "It is what you should use when you group people. An example is when you use 'me an you,' when you should use, 'you and I;' or vise-versa."
I inwardly groaned, I already know this, though. He kept on speaking, "I thought that you guys would know this by tenth (10th) grade. I'll give you some examples from the papers you guys wrote earlier this week. Example one, 'Me and Stephanie went shopping.' It should be: 'Stephanie and I went shopping.'" He sighed, "Or this one: 'Him and her went to the store.'" He shook his head, "She and he. Is that so hard!"
Soon, after realizing that was all he was going to speak about today, I zoned out. It's not that I don't care, but I'm a straight A student in English, so there's hardly any point in listening to this, since I already know it.
Okay, so I need to get a new mattress. I heard that there's a sale somewhere in town, maybe they sell some mattresses. Or I could go to the actual mattress store. I could order and they would bring it within twenty-four (24) hours – so by the time Michelle, Sting, and I sleep. Unless, miraculously, Sting's gas leak is fixed quickly.
My train of thoughts was broken by someone placing a note on my desk. Huh? I unfolded it, after making sure the Mr. Conbolt was still focused on the board.
Did you hear about the two new celebrity students who just came here?
From, Lisanna
Yes, Lisanna and I were in the same class. We usually talked before class, but, seeing as I came in with barely enough time to spare, we couldn't today.
I quickly made sure that the teacher wasn't looking, before writing
No, but could we please talk about this after class?
-Lucy
Folding the note, I gave it to the person next to me, and asked them to get it to Lisanna. I glanced back at the board, before glancing at Lisanna. She smiled and nodded.
Smiling, I turned back to the board, happy that I had friends who understood.
Sting's P.O.V
"I see." Rogue said after I finished explaining Lucy's situation. "Personally, I suggest you just keep an eye on her and Minerva. Of course, Minerva would stay out of Lucy's way if you were with her – she doesn't want to harm you. But, if you were with Minerva, you could try to find out what she's planning. Either way, though, there's still the chance of failure."
Nodding, I grabbed my phone out of my pocket to check the time. The time was seven-thirty-five (7:35AM). "I'm gonna head off – see you at second period." Rogue nodded, and I was on my way.
Rogue and I had three classes together – second period, (Earth) Science, fourth period, Math, and sixth period, P.E (Physical Education). Sixth period was the end of the day, so Rogue and I would just stick with each other after that.
We also had the same lunch period, if you counted that as a class.
Along my way to my locker, which was at the west side of the school, fangirls kept on, well, fangirling. I may be used to it, but I'll never like it.
Soon, I started to think about Lucy's errands we'll be doing this afternoon. More so, what exactly are we doing? Maybe I should've asked. School hasn't started yet, maybe I should call her? Wait, I don't have her number! I'll have to get it later, after school.
As I went closer to the senior side, less and less fangirls were around. That's strange? It's not like I don't enjoy the change though.
In the distance, I saw a crowd of girls. And said crowd was near my locker. I walked forward. "What's going on?" I asked nobody in particular.
A girl turned around; before she started squealing, "Sting! Oh! Well, there's a new student here, and he's a celebrity… And has the locker right next to yours."
"Thanks." I unconsciously said. But, by the time she was done speaking, her squealing had gotten the attention of all the fangirls. I mean, of course they would come to me. I am the sexiest person in Magnolia – or, most likely, all of Fiore.
I pushed my way through the crowd, trying to see who this new student was. When I got through the crowd no one was there. Damn. Just who is this new student?
I guess I'd have to ask around. I wouldn't ask these fangirls, no – asking one attracted the rest.
Before opening my lockers, I decided to get myself some extra room. Turning around, I started speaking, "Ladies, do you mind giving me some space?" With a smile and a wink, they dispersed. It was as if I was the ruler of the whole female population in Fiore High – save a few people.
After opening my locker and grabbing my copy of: 'Fiore's History,' I started to make my way towards my history class.
Lucy's P.O.V
It was now third period – my art class. Today, we weren't learning anything new; we were just finishing up our abstract art we started to make a few days ago. Our art teacher, Mr. (Reedus) Jonah, believes you shouldn't be rushed in art, and gives us an ample amount of time.
We were working alone, but I was waiting for somebody to arrive. Who is this somebody? Well, I have no clue. All Mr. Jonah told me is that there's a new person in our class and since there's only today left on our project – and seeing as I'm already done – he wants me to help the new student. But they seem to be running late. To be exact, they seem to be running fifteen minutes late.
The door soon burst open, and a familiar pink haired guy entered, panting. "Sorry, Mr. Teacher guy… I… Couldn't find the… Class."
"I'll let it slide this once, Mr. Dragneel, mostly because it's your first day. Now," He pointed at me, "Go sit next to Lucy – she'll be showing you the ropes."
Natsu looked over at me, and grinned. I couldn't help but grin back, even though I was confused. He said he was a senior, so why does he keep getting put in the junior classes?
As he made his way towards me, something unexpected happened. People – the girls, really – started complaining.
"Why can't I help him?"
"Why should you? I should help him!"
Stuff, like that, was said. I tried piecing everything together. Familiar name… Girls complaining… Is he… Famous? I wasn't sure! Maybe Lisanna would know, but I didn't have time to talk to her after class, like we had planned.
You see, Mr. Conbolt had ranted so much, he lost track of time. Of course, the bell rang, and that helped him… Sort of… He had kept us a little after to hand back the papers he had been going over.
Back to the topic at hand, if he was, it would make some sense. But, even though he's a nice guy, I'm sick and tired of knowing famous guys. I've known Sting for a day, and I could barely handle the glares from his fangirls.
But… Maybe he's not famous. Who am I kidding, there's no denying it with the evidence I've gathered.
"Hey, Luce!" Natsu said, as he took the seat next to me.
Trying my best to ignore the famous factor, I greeted him with a – nervous – smile, "Hey, Natsu! But, aren't you a senior?
He nodded, "But, apparently, my art skills aren't 'up to par.'"
I've never heard of anyone not passing art – mostly because art is about expressing yourself. Are his skills really that bad?
"Well, don't worry, Natsu! Mr. Jonah judges on efforts, so you'll make it!" I wasn't lying either. Natsu seems so optimistic; he's bound to pass this class.
After a few minutes of working with Natsu, I found myself proven wrong. His skills weren't up to par. But, he doesn't seem to care – which is a good thing.
But, no matter how much I tried to ignore it, I couldn't get over the fact that I still wasn't sure he was a celebrity.
Taking a deep breath, I decided to ask him, "Hey, Natsu?"
"Yeah, Luce?" He replied with.
I breathed in again, "Do you, you know, happen to be… Famous?" Even though I made it blunt, there was really no other way to ask that was reasonable.
He made eye contact with me and nodded, "I'm a singer. I thought you knew. Everyone else seems to notice…"
Shaking my head, I said, "I didn't know. In fact, I only came to realize when people started complaining." I laughed, a little, at how obvious things become with the simplest things.
"So," He said, "Are you only gonna be friends with me 'cause you know who I am?"
Shocked that he would say that kind of thing, I smiled and shook my head, "Nope. I'm friends with people for who they are on the inside, not who others think they are." I swallowed, "That's something my mother taught me."
"She seems like a great person." Natsu said.
"She was." Those words came out of my mouth before I knew it. But I did know it would spark a lot of questions from Natsu.
So, yes, short but left at a kind of cliffhanger. In fact, what I have planned next will have all of you freaking out! If I go through with it... Anyway, try guessing.
That's it! But, I want you guys to tell me how fast you want to have the 'happy couple' get together. I'm planning on taking it slow, but, if enough people want it sooner, I'm willing to change it. But, keep in mind, that it would make the story much shorter.
It's your choice!
~Peter
