Lucy's POV

(A/N: I really hate having Lisanna be the antagonist, but I need someone to play the bully role and Lisanna if often the bully in NaLu fanfictions. I considered doing Mira, but then realized that Mira shipped NaLu so the entire thing would be pointless)

I noticed the school was nearing and I quickly stared at the floor. It was the only way of avoiding the stares of everyone else. Even so, as I walked through the school gates I felt everyone staring at me. I heard the hushed sounds of gossip spread through the students.

"I heard she slept with five different guys over the summer."

"I heard that she works part time as a prostitute for money."

"B*tch."

"Slut."

"Whore." I expected tears to fall down my cheeks, but my eyes just stared emotionlessly at the floor. Then I heard the snickers of them. They were basically your classic high school mean girl gang, and always mixed with the jocks and cool kids. My high school was basically the same old stereotypical high school that you thought only existed in movies. Well, guess what? You're wrong. In my thoughts, I forgot where I was going and found myself bumping into something. Something soft. I quickly pushed myself back and found myself face to face with her. Lisanna.

"Oh, look the little whore decided to come back for the sequel." she smirked evilly, "Well, how was it sleeping with five guys." I just stared at the floor. "Hey, are you mute?" she asked. I didn't move. "Looks like we got a mute whore. You know what they used to call people who were mute? Dumb. Why don't we take this dumb bimbo to where she belongs," she smirked, looking back at the rest of her group, which seemed to nod in unison. The all pushed me inside the school. I didn't argue, that would only make things worse. The walked over to a random locker and shoved me inside, sure to lock me in. I wanted to cry, but crying shows weakness. But who's here to see. I let out all of my emotions. The locker inside was extremely barren, in fact, it seemed unused. The pitch black was able to conceal my tears until I saw a bright light fill the darkness. My misty eyes met a set of onyx eyes. It was the same guy from before. The one with pink hair.

"Hey what are you doing in here?" he nearly yelled. In the state of weakness, his harsh voice forced more tears out. "Hey, why are you crying?" he asked. I quickly wiped away my tears and put back my emotionless face. I fumbled out of the tiny locker and looked at the ground in front of Natsu for a bit.

"Sorry," I forced out, "I promise it won't happen again," I stated. No emotions crossed over my voice.

"I just wanna know why you were in there in the first place," he asked. I looked away from him.

"This never happened, OK? You did not see me in your locker and you sure as hell didn't see me crying," I tone of sternness flooded my voice. He nodded. I began to walk away.

"Hey, what's your name?" he asked. I turned around and faced him.

"In here I'm called a lot of things, whore, slut, bimbo, idiot, mute, dumbass, prostitute. Pick your favorite and get it over with," I stated harshly, my pace speeding up away from him. Why did I show him emotion? I thought I had broken myself.

Natsu's POV

Her words echoed in my head as I walked to my class. In here I'm called a lot of things, whore, slut, bimbo, idiot, mute, dumbass, prostitute. Pick your favorite and get it over with. I felt bad for her, she was the same girl that I saw from before. She looked...really pretty up close. I felt bad for her, but Gray told me that those rumors about her were true. I'm not taking any chances. My eyes followed her as she walked through the halls, I was heading the same direction as her. Everywhere she went students avoided her like the plague and called her the same names that I had heard before.

"Bimbo."

"Slut."

"Whore." Everywhere she went. I wanted to send them all evil glares, but I was new, meaning every move I made could make or break how people thought about me. And I didn't want to end up like her. I eventually figured that she was heading to the same first period as me.

Time Skip brought to you by Happy's Fish

Lunch came around pretty quickly. I walked into the cafeteria noting the setup of the area. There were tons of circular tables, each with about 8 chairs each. This created a bit of a messy feel for the cafeteria but I didn't really care. I was scanning the room for her, in particular, her black hoodie. My eyes raced around the room like lightning but I couldn't quite find her. Out of nowhere I heard a familiar voice call me over,

"Yo! Natsu! Come sit with us!" Gray yelled across the room. I looked over to his table, which was filled with boys, some wearing their jerseys, and others sporting a letterman jacket. I can't turn down him. By now I had figured out that Gray was classified as a jock who spent a lot of time with this group of cheerleaders, consisting of his biggest fan, Juvia Lockester. She was a pretty girl who had light blue hair that she left messy under a fluffy blue hat. It complemented her well, however Gray always acted as though he weren't interested.

"AGH! Get off of me!" he yelled from across the table. Juvia was clinging to his arm.

"Oh my darling Gray!" she held on tighter. Eventually, he was able to swat her away like a fly. I kept looking around the room for her.

"Yo, are you OK?" Gray asked, concern flooding his voice. I nodded.

"What was that girl's name from before?" I asked.

"Bro, don't get into that mess," he responded. I looked at him, a stern look filling my eyes.

"I asked you a question," I pushed. Probably the wrong move, but he ignored it.

"Lucy Heartfillia, but half the school doesn't know that," Gray answered. A few of the people sitting at the table started to ask questions.

"That's her name?"

"Isn't that the name of the family that was really rich?"

"She's spoiled and a whore?" I found it funny how everyone in school made fun of her, but half of them didn't even know who she was. I remembered the name Heartfillia from when I was little. My dad used to talk about business deals with them. I'm going to find her.

"Hey, I need to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back," I pushed myself out of my chair and walked towards the exit. I searched around the entire building for her, eventually finding her, eating alone on the roof. When I walked in, she ignored me for the most part.

"Hey," I greeted. She returned the greeting with silence. Didn't even bother to look me in the eye. "What happened before, and how did you end up in my locker?" She stood up, throwing her trash away, and walking towards the exit.

"The same thing will probably happen tomorrow if you're lucky it might happen today at the end of school too," she responded coldly. She was about to walk out of the room when I called out for her,

"Wait!" she turned around, still staring at the ground.

"Is your name Lucy Heartfillia?" I asked.

"Why do you care?" she retorted.

"I just wanna know," I responded, curiosity taking over my body. She nodded and proceeded out the door. I relaxed my body and walked over to where she was sitting. The bench was a bit red. I wondered why.

The rest of the day was a blur, all I wanted to do was go home. I didn't see Lucy at all the rest of the day, but that didn't really matter. As soon as the final bell rang I rushed out of my seat and raced to my house. As soon as I entered I realized that no one was home. I ran upstairs and headed straight to my computer, placed on my desk. I entered in the search bar, 'Heartfillia' and tons of results popped up. 'Family becomes richest in Fiore' So that was true. But what would the richest family in Fiore be doing in a town in Magnolia? And surely if she was that rich she would have a mansion or where nicer clothes. I kept looking until a certain headline caught my eye. 'Mrs. Heartfillia and Mr. Heartfillia killed when Mr. Heartfillia attempts to kill his wife and his daughter' That's why. I kept searching, the light from the computer shining onto my zombie-like face. 'Amy Carroll adopts the young Heartfillia' I kept scrolling finding one more news article, 'Amy Carroll dies to Cancer'. It explained nearly everything. I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming guilt. Then I got an idea. Maybe I can go to her house, and talk to her. I decided to settle on the idea, and rushed outside, walking a few doors down to the one I saw Lucy walk into. I knock on the door and wait patiently. Finally the blonde answers. She's out of her hoodie and in a t-shirt which was covered by the same black hoodie and jeans. She looked...pretty.

"Hey," I greeted again. She didn't answer. "I was thinking, maybe we could become friends?" I asked straightforward.

"Well, you thought wrong," she stated, "Why don't you go talk to Fullbuster, he'll probably tell you more things about me, if you're really so desperate?"

"Because I don't think they're true," I stated.

"Well, they might as well be true, 'cause you sure as hell ain't getting any answers from me," she was about to slam the door on my face when I pushed my hand against her.

"I know what happened, to your mom and dad, and to your guardian, and I just wanted to say I'm sorry," I sympathized.

"Don't say sorry for things that aren't your fault now leave!' She then slammed the door on my face. I didn't argue against it. Why won't she take help?