Warning to people who HATE swear words: There's profanity in this chapter! I'm sorry!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail!

(Because if I did, NaLu would totally be happening right now!)

Dear Journal,

I want to disappear, disappear, disappear!

Okay, so maybe my last journal entry had you (who am I talking to?) thinking my life was going smoothly at last.

Well, that's not the case.

The truth is this: nerds NEVER have it easy.

A nerd does something incredibly embarrassing (dumping food on Most Popular Guy #1 and telling him he's a HOT bishie), then the popular society of school will never let you live it down!

On the other hand, if someone nosebleed-inducing does something like that, it'll probably forgotten by the next day.

(Except the nerds will remember it.)

So, I came to school today, and I DID NOT by any means, expect for everything to be solved.

And I was right.

Unfortunately.

Girls walked by me, whispering VERY OBVIOUSLY.

You'd think spending large amounts of time in class talking their freakin' heads off, they'd learn how to whisper CORRECTLY…but, you know, they failed at that.

Anyways…since I had already experienced a VERY bad time in the cafeteria the other day, I decided to avoid it.

I grabbed some granola bars from my backpack and headed to the library – a sanctuary.

Or it was supposed to be, anyways.

I was making my way towards a table in the back of the quiet room, when someone stuck their leg out.

Being clumsy, I failed to dodge it, tripped over it, and landed on my face.

I heard my black-framed glasses skid across the ground as they slipped from my nose (oh, I forgot to mention that I wear glasses).

I wear glasses.

Around me, snorts of laughter rose into the air.

"Ohmigosh, that is SO freakin' lame!"

"Wasn't she the one who TOTALLY chatted up Natsu?"

"Yeah."

I pushed myself up off the ground, and stayed in a crouching position. Without my glasses, I could not see a thing.

My hands couldn't find them.

They were probably far away.

And nobody was going to help me find them.

A wave of despair washed over me.

"Who the f*** did this?"

I looked up.

All I could see was a red blob.

"Erza," a voice said weakly. I looked over to wear it was coming from.

A smear of black and yellow.

"Sting?"

The red blob named Erza moved, turning towards the blonde smear apparently called Sting.

Sting equals bee. Bee equals yellow and black. Seems appropriate enough.

I heard laughter.

"Rogue, you told him to do it, didn't you?"

"So what?"

It was the black blob.

"You can be such a b*tch sometimes," Erza huffed. Her red glob of hair seemed to get closer.

"C'mon, get up, Blondie."

"M-me?" I asked.

"No. Your stuff. Yes, you. Get up already!"

I got to my feet, and blinked as I realized Erza was picking up my stuff for me.

She handed me something that felt a lot like my glasses.

"Well? Put them on."

I did as she told me, and immediately, y world became a lot clearer.

I spotted Sting, the blonde guy, and Rogue, the black-haired boy.

Rogue…Cheney…was laughing his ass off, but Sting looked guilty.

He sat off to the side, and gave me an awkward look as I stared right into his eyes.

"Rogue, shut up before I stick your foot into your mouth," Erza snapped.

The laughing immediately stopped.

The redhead looked at me.

She was absolutely beautiful.

Her scarlet, flaming hair fell down from her head in cascades, and her uniform was worn properly.

The buttons were all buttoned, her gray skirt was the appropriate length, and her vest was wrinkle-free.

She wasn't wearing her uniform in a revealing style like most other attractive girls I knew.

She was dressed according to school regulations.

Even NERDS don't follow dress code – sometimes.

I felt strangely like a convict in my pink sweater – replacing my school blazer.

The black sneakers (with white shoelaces!) on my feet suddenly didn't feel so cool now that I was standing next to someone as scary as this woman.

She blinked.

"What are you looking at?"

Uh, you. And your perfectness. You and your perfectness.

Erza looked at me some more.

Finally, she turned to the two boys behind her. "C'mon you guys. We've got a football meeting to attend."

I watched in miserable silence as they left.

And my day wasn't over when school was finally dismissed.

My parents urged me to help my cousin – Michelle Lobster – on her first day of opening her new shop.

She sells clothes for both guys and girls that are ALL homemade.

Michelle is amazing.

Her store is located in the mall, right next to the cinnamon bun place and the place where they sell pet products.

Michelle decorated the whole space she bought for her business. It looks very posh, and it's attractive enough to pull in teens and young adults. Maybe even some older adults.

When I walked in, she smiled at me all cute-like, and said, "Please put this on, Lucy."

She held up a pink, frilly outfit that had a white cat's tail – with a pink bow! – coming out the back.

The sleeves were puffy, and the stockings were lacy and the shoes were clunky and pink-y and girly!

If that wasn't horrible enough, in her other hand, she showed me something that made my whole face become wet with sweat.

Cat ears. White, fluffy, and soft kitten ears.

I stared at the head contraption in horror.

"You want me to wear…all of that?"

Michelle gave me a gargantuan smile. "Oh, Lucy, hon, I sure appreciate your help!"

"You want me to wear that?"

"Now, I've still got some clothes to put out, but there are still several articles of clothing people can look at."

"You want me to wear that cat get-up?"

"And I heard from Aunt Layla that you already know how to use a cash register, so go ahead and use it when somebody decides to make a purchase."

"Cat costume. Are you seriously suggesting that, I, Lucy Heartfilia, should wear a cat costume?"

"And there is a list of things in the store if anyone asks you questions…"

"Did you really give me no choice but to wear that?"

"And if you need anything else, just call for me."

"Uh…"

"Go ahead and use the bathroom to change into this. It'll pull in customers."

She shoved the bundle into my arms, and I choked back tears as I approached the restroom.

"Oh! Lucy, you look SOOO pretty! Pink is definitely your color!"

I frowned.

I looked down at myself.

It still looked horrible.

My mouth opened to ask Michelle if her sight was all right.

She came over and started to stroke my ears.

"You're so cute! Now go out there, and help some people!"

I reluctantly did as she told me and positioned myself at the cash register.

My instinct of "sink into misery when all hope and happiness is crushed" was immediately clipped onto 'on'.

Not long after I had decided to lay me head down on the desk, I heard voices.

"Come on, you guys! The clothes look SUPER cute!"

I snapped my head up.

Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no, no, no, NOOOO!

Sue. Lisanna. Wendy. Erza. Gray. Gajeel. Sting. Rogue. Mirajane. Hughes. Mary. Loke. Natsu.

The whole gang.

Oh…the coincidences that happen in life!

They waltzed into the store, and I quickly ducked behind the desk I was behind.

All right, breathe, I told myself.

"This place seems…cool," I heard Natsu saying. I could already feel is smexiness.

"Sure…I'll get back to you when I find a shirt I LIKE," Gray snorted.

I clutched my hair. What was I going to do?

Another group of voices.

This time, I didn't recognize them.

"Oh, my goodness," I heard a girly, high-pitched, and NASALLY voice. "This place looks, like, so LAME."

"Totally," another annoying voice replied.

"It's like, the tragedy of clothing stores."

Three people. Three girls.

I bit my lip as I continued to hear them denouncing Michelle's store.

"What is this top made out of?"

"Garbage?"

A bubble of laughter. I could hear Natsu's group somewhere off to the left.

"Oh my gosh! Isn't this just, like, a fake version of Mavis Vermillion's clothing line?"

"Ohmigosh! Now that you say it, like, like that! You are SO totally correct!

"I heard all of these clothes were homemade!"

"No wonder they look so f*****g hideous!"

They started to cackle with laughter.

"I bet if I ripped this thing to shreds, nobody could even tell the difference."

And then…

I heard. The unmistakable cloth-y sound of someone tearing a shirt.

Michelle's HARD work of preparing for FOUR MONTHS. Ripped to shreds by the (most likely) painted, manicured, and pampered hands of these –

"Hey, b*tches!" I screamed, jumping up.

Two brunettes, and a girl with green hair turned to look at me.

"Put the f*****g shirt DOWN!" I cried, grounding my nails into the table.

"What the f*** is she wearing?" one girl asked.

"What am I wearing!? Look at the sh** you're wearing! If you had worn that 'ugly piece of trash' you're running in your hands, then you would have looked a whole LOT BETTER!"

"What is wrong with you!?"

"What's wrong with me!?"

I squinted behind my glasses. "The real question is…what's WRONG with your FACE!? There's something stuck to it…oh yeah, it's called UGLY!"

The brunette jerked back in surprise.

"Yeah, you better be surprised b*tch!"

She frowned.

The green-haired girl yelled, "I'll tell my daddy you've been yelling at us, and he'll have your place shut down!"

I growled. "My 'daddy's' Jude Heartfilia and he OWNS this mall, you weirdo."

They looked at me, their mouths wide open.

"That freaking ugly girl is the DAUGHTER of my dad's boss!?" the greenette screeched.

"The 'freaking, ugly' girl is my friend."

I turned my head to the left of the girls, and almost went adlfhvhabkdj when I realized it was Natsu who had spoken up.

The three females stared as they examined his hotness factor.

"Um…"

"I think you should leave," he said coldly, his expression becoming icy.

They opened and closed their mouths like fish out of water.

I don't know what took me over, but I said…

"You better listen to that piece of sexiness and GET OUT!"

Finally, red in the faces, they scurried out of the store, wailing about hot guys and embarrassing moments.

Natsu turned to me, and broke out into a grin. "That was awesome."

I didn't answer. I was too busy staring down at I was wearing, reviewing what I had just said, and then realizing that I had just called Natsu 'a piece of sexiness'.

This was it. I had a good fifteen years of life.

It could all end now.

Why was I exaggerating?

I had just called Popular Guy #1 HOT again.

I was thinking that he was the whole package of sexiness, and not a piece of it.

I admit number two is off topic.

He was smiling.

"You DAD OWNS this MALL?!"

I turned, and looked at Sue.

"Uh, did I say that? I meant that I'm MAD that my DAD doesn't own a HALL in this MALL."

I wanted to hit myself.

Nice cover-up Lucy.

"Your father's…holy cheese on crackers!" Gray said.

"Heartfilia! We should have seen it!" Loke cried.

"I can't believe your dad is the richest guy around this prefecture…" Natsu said at last.

And then I did it.

I took the phone on the desk and hit myself unconscious.

I'm kidding.

I passed out.

And I woke up in my bedroom later.

Michelle was looking at me.

"I'm going to lose some customers."

"Oh."

Surprisingly, though, she GAINED customers.

It turns out those three girls were terrorizing shops all around the mall.

They'd rip up expensive t-shirts and pants.

They abused their power of having famous businessmen for dads.

According to Levy, they're in BIG trouble.

Now, Michelle's store – Imitatia Styles – was booming with business.

All the other stores cheered her for the bravery of her staff member who stood up against the bullies.

The dads of the girls apologized to Michelle and gave her funding money.

In the end, everyone was happy.

Except for the girls.

And me.

Everyone found out whose daughter I was.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you about it, dear Journal!

Except they didn't treat me differently.

I was still known as the girl who dumped food on Natsu Dragneel.

Except there was a slight change.

The rich girl who dumped food on Natsu Dragneel.

Yes.

My life is very exciting.

Cana was cracking up.

Levy cheered me on.

Natsu kept smiling at me.

I'm a mess.

But he's still ashajdjsdjfklad.

This is Lucy – rich girl, nerd, and dumper of food.

Life has gotten more and more eventful lately.

Signed,

Lucy

All right, I was writing this chapter when I realized...in chapter 2, I forgot to mention Loke when Levy was naming all of them off! I put him in the description but I forgot to say what he did! He's also a football player! I guess you already knew that though!

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