WARNING: I DID NOT PROOFREAD THIS! I wanted to get the chapter up, so I decided not to. Nothing should be too major, though.
"Look, it's Clay Face," someone whispered in the hallway. Lucy tightened her grip in her books and walked down the hall faster. After she switched her books, she could just go home. It had been a week since she came home with Gray.
"Careful, if she looks at you, you'll turn to stone," another whispered. Lucy found her locked and quickly dialed the combination.
"I hear she got a perfect in the math exam."
"No way! Is she really that smart?"
Just like her old school. Lucy threw her books into the locker. She quickly checked her list. She made a list if what books she needed to take home, so she wouldn't forget any when she went to leave school. It was nerdy, but it helped her. Seeing that she needed no books, she zipped up her backpack. When she stood back up, her locked was slammed shut. She squealed in surprise.
"Hey," Gray said, leaning against the wall of lockers. As smiled faintly, glad that it was just him. She thought it was someone trying to bully her.
"Hey," she breathed out. She still couldn't believe that the hottest guy in school, in her mind, talked to her. No, begged to talk to her. She picked up her backpack. She was about to swung it around her shoulders, but he grabbed it first. Her eyes went wide as she watched his put the strap around his shoulder. He was the first guy that she ever saw out a pink backpack on, and still keep his smirk.
"You know, I miss carrying a backpack," he said. "I don't do homework that I don't finish in school, so I don't have to carry one."
"Can I have it back?" she asked, holding her hand out. "I sort of have to go home now."
Instead of putting the backpack in her hand, he put his free hand on her's. she blushed as he laced his fingers between her's. "If we go out someone, I get to carry it longer, right?"
Lucy felt her face heat up. "D-do you really miss c-carrying one that much?" she asked nervously. She could feel her hand start to sweat.
"No, but if it means a date with you, then yes," he said. She blushed even harder. "So lets go somewhere." He dropped their hands, still intertwined, and started walking. She kept her head down, avoiding everyone's stares and glares.
He dragged her outside to his motorcycle. Two other motorcycles were parked on either side of his. Loke was sitting on his, smoking a cigarette. He was eighteen, after all. Aries was in the back, her face red. Gajeel sat on his, talking with Juvia, who was standing beside him.
"Hey, guys," Gray said. He finally let go of Lucy's hand. He opened the extra compartment on the back of his bike and threw her backpack inside. He tossed the helmet to her. She fumbled with it before securing it in her hands.
"What's with Blondie?" Loke asked. Smoke poured out of his mouth as he spoke.
"I have a name," Lucy said, putting her hands in her hip. Her helmet was resting between her right arm and right hip
"Just asking," he said, putting his hands up. He flicked the ashes off of his cigarette.
"Seriously, though," Gajeel said. He never saw the girl before, so he was suspicious. He noticed that Juvia was bothered about something.
"We're going to hang out before group. Got a problem?" Gray asked. Loke looked away and took a puff if his cigarette. He may have been the leader of the group, but even he knew not to mess with Gray.
"So she's crazy?" Juvia scoffed. "I thought something was wrong with her, but I didn't think she was that fucked up."
Lucy's eyes widened. Juvia called her out right in front of Gray. Would he defend her in front of all of his friends? It turns out, he would.
"If you sat one more awful thing about Lucy, I WON'T hesitate to punch you in the face," Gray said, clenching his fists. "I don't care if you're a girl, or my friend. No one makes fun of her and get away with it."
Lucy was surprised. Natsu said the same thing about Juvia making her cry. She put her helmet in and rugged in the back of Gray's shirt. He looked over his shoulder. He was just close enough to see her sad face. He sighed and clipped her helmet. He silently got on his bike and drive off.
She was still afraid of riding his motorcycle, but she still rode it. She just hugged his waist tight and closed her eyes. The only thing that kept her riding with him was that he made her feel safe, just like Natsu.
X
They ended up driving around the whole time before group. Lucy didn't mind, though. She wouldn't admit it, but she enjoyed getting to hug Gray for a few hours. At group, they were just as quiet as usual, but they would steal glances at each other. Every time he would look at her, she would blush. Every time she looked at him, she would blush once he noticed. John noticed. He assumed that they were getting closer, which was good.
When Lucy left the library, Gray was right beside her. He was planning on driving her home. She kicked a rock along the sidewalk as he unlocked the helmet. Recently, people's helmets were getting stolen, so he chained his to the seat.
She looked up and saw two people walking towards her. The first man looked like he was in his early thirties. He had long black hair and red eyes. The boy beside him looked around her age. He had blue eyes and spiky blonde haired. He looked pretty hot. Lucy blushed at the thought and looked back to Gray. He was trying to free the helmet.
She looked up again and saw te two men closer. The man with dark hair locked eyes with her. He smiled wide. She took a step closer to Gray, who was oblivious to the situation. The man walked a little faster towards her. In a few strides, he was hugging her.
"Get off me!" she yelled, kneeing him in the stomach. He coughed and let her go. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" she yelled. Gray finally looked over.
"Sorry," the blonde man said. Lucy blushed. She didn't think he would talk to her. "Dad likes to act before speaking. My name is Sting Eucliffe, and this is Rogue Heartfilia."
"H-Heartfilia?" Lucy stuttered.
"God, you knee just like Layla," Rogue said, clutching his stomach. "You're her daughter, all right."
"What's going on?" she asked. She didn't know she had an uncle. Well, he looked young, but she assumed. What she really wanted to know, though, was how she was related to Sting.
"Allow me to explain," Rogue said. "I am your mother's adoptive brother. I left at the age of eighteen. I don't even remember why, now. Grandine just contacted me last week, and we organized our stay here."
"Our?" Lucy asked, trying to hide the excitement in her voice.
"He means me too," Sting said. He smirked at Lucy's smiling face. She was pretty attractive. Luckily, they weren't related by blood.
"So, you must be Natsu," Rogue said, looking at Gray.
Lucy gasped and quickly jumped in front if Gray, grabbing his wrists. "I am nothing like that dumbass," he hissed. Rogue and Sting flinched.
"Gray, calm down," Lucy said. "He's never met him before, okay? He meant no harm." She could still feel his blood boiling. "Do I need to get John?" He instantly calmed down. He did not want to hear John's happy song.
Sting coughed awkwardly. "Well Grandine sent us here to get you, so..."
"Of course," Lucy said, letting Gray to. She turned around and smiled. "Let's go." She walked towards Sting. "See you later," she said over her shoulder.
They walked a little ways down the street, since that was all the closer they could park. Lucy's face lit up when she saw the old Mustang.
"There are only two seats," Rogue said. "You'll have to squeeze in."
"Is this really your's?" she asked in awe. Rogue agreed. Sting coughed and pointed to himself. She giggled. Her uncle was trying to show off. She wouldn't ruin that for him. They got in the car, and there really wasn't much space. She was sitting between Sting's legs, which she didn't entirely mind. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his face against her neck.
Sadly, the ride had to end. They all got out if the car, and entered the house, finding Natsu chasing a small boy, who Lucy remembered to be Romeo.
"What's going on?" Sting asked. Wendy came running over.
"Romeo and I were playing, and I was the princess. Romeo was the prince. He hugged me to bring me to life, instead of being gross and kissing, and Natsu started chasing him!" she yelled, throwing her hands in the air.
Lucy laughed. It was adorable how they hugged instead of kissing, since they thought it was gross. They were ten, so it made sense. "Natsu!" she yelled. "Gray's here! He wants to take me on a date!"
Within seconds, Natsu was standing in front of Lucy. Wendy smiled and ran off to play with Romeo, who was no longer being chased. "Where is he?!" he asked with a loud voice.
Lucy sighed and put her hands on his shoulders. "Natsu, just let them play. They aren't even interested in dating, so don't worry about it. You can play the protective brother in a few years. And Gray isn't here. I just tricked you into coming over here."
"He realizes she was just with him, right?" Rogue whispered to Sting. Sting shrugged. They weren't sure what the big deal was. They learned that the hatred was two sides, which made them more curious.
"Rogue!" Grandine called. "Will you come help me?" Rogue sighed and went to the kitchen to help his sister. "You too, Natsu!" The pinkette quickly left.
"So, uh, are you staying in Natsu's room?" Lucy asked, scratching the back of her neck. It was pretty awkward to be left with Sting.
"Yeah, and I hear you have to stay with Wendy," Sting said. "I bet that's fun."
"So much," she said, rolling her eyes. "I can't play my music because she will hear it; I can't have my laptop in there because she may use it; I can't even leave a bra on the floor! I have to put every single piece of clothing away, out if sight! Isn't that stupid?" She blushed, noticing what she just said. She groaned and buried her face in her hands.
"You know, I would let you keep your underwear on the floor," Sting said into her ear.
"Are you attempting to flirt with me?" she gasped, fake shocked. It was clear that he was.
"That depends," he said, crossing his arms. "Are you interested?"
Lucy bit her lip and looked away. She thought a moment being looking at the floor. She let out a sigh, then snapped her head up. "Maybe a little." She held up two fingers an inch apart.
"Then I'm flirting a little," he laughed, putting an arm around her shoulder, walking to the living room.
