This story will be in Natsu's POV Keep in mind, he's mute for a while. I'll try not to make it super cliche... No promises..

Looking out the window became a habit for me, especially during history. Daydreaming of my life in the future…

Booooooop!

The bell rang and I gather all of my belongings and walk out the classroom.

Crash!

I meet the ground face first. Who is it this ti-

"Sorry, dude," the school player, Loke, spoke, offering me a hand to help me up. I took it.

It's ok, man. At least it wasn't on purpose. But next time, I'll bash your face in. I wrote to him. I picked up my belongings and walked to my next class, language arts. I feared this class because of her.

I sit down in my seat near the window. I hated my spot since she was a few rows up.

Who's "she"? The one and only, my crush, Lucy. Lucy Heartfillia. I have to watch her flirt with her boyfriend Damn- I mean… Dan.. Straight.

I'm positive Dan hates m-

Oh speak of the devil.

"Hey, Lu-lu!" Dan calls out. He catches my eye. "Well, well, well if it isn't Mr. Mute."

Dan was one of the selected few that knows I'm mute, others just suspect that I'm unnaturally quiet.

Today was already horrible to start with, but now it's horrible. We were doing popcorn reading.

One of Dan's Fangirls picked him, while he chose, well… you can guess.

"Popcorn…" he caught my eye and had a smug smile. "Popcorn, Natsu."

I almost broke my pencil when everyone stared at me. The tension was heavy in the atmosphere. When I get that little piece of-

"Aren't you going to read, Natsu?" my teacher asks.

She doesn't know, I realized. I thought all my teachers knew.

I can't… I write down.

"Why not?"

I'm a mute. Now my whole class knows, I bet you by tomorrow the whole schoool will.

"…" Dear Lord the tension is killing me. SOMEBODY SPEAK UP!

"Well, uh. I thought you never wanted to talk.. Well then. Dan, choose someone else."

The rest of the period I was glaring daggers into Dan's head, hoping he would spontaneously combust.

Class ended, and as I walked out I could hear the whispers and stares.

"He's the mute-

"Wow, pink hair? Probably gay-"

"If he wasn't mute, I would totally date him-"

I'm only concerned about the last two comments I heard.. Tears of frustration threatened to escape, but only one fell.

I also failed to notice the look of one who longed to comfort me…

Wow my first Fanfiction.. This chapter is depressing…and short.. The next one'll be longer promise! 3

No flames pls! Don't forget FFE! (Follow, Favorite, and Enjoy!)