The cat opened it's mouth again.

"I mean, I'm just saying. I would never lock my friends out and instead play on my phone."

"CATS AREN'T SUPPOSED TO TALK." I screamed, wondering if the cat will reply back. Not going to lie, I'm a little freaked out right now. Okay.. A lot freaked out right now.

"And it didn't." The cat didn't open it's mouth this time, but the voice still spoke, even louder this time if I may add. "Come on, Lector."

The cat ran past me and jumped into the unknown mans arms. Now knowing that the cat was not talking, nor supernatural, I realized the voice came from above my head. Now, here's a brief explanation on the rooftop. There's a tiny room which covers the stairs, and apart from that, no walls and just rails. I carefully looked above my head and saw blond hair. I quickly stood up and looked at the man who was sitting pretty on top of the roof's roof... Weird sentence. But any who..

"How long have you been there?"

"Enough to know you'd rather spend time on your phone than your friends." He said, feeling smug.

"That's not true." I defended myself.

"Uhuh, then care to explain what you just did there..." He dragged it on, then paused to add this 'dramatic effect'. "Blondie?"

He then jumped off the roof and landed swiftly beside me. He carefully placed his cat down who ran around in two circles before laying down and keeping his gaze on us.

"You're blonde too you know." I muttered, hoping he'd hear me.

He was quick on his feet and stood in front of me, his arms extended either side and trapped me against the wall.

Not having any experience with this all, I did what I saw on almost any movie I watched and screamed bloody murder.

He brought his arms back to cover his ears from my screaming and bent over. Taking this as a chance, I kneed him right in the place where the sun doesn't shine, he groaned in pain before falling forward admitting defeat. I flipped my hair, feeling accomplished. Another win for Lucy!

Yeah.. No.

Rewind back to when I screamed. I only made it half way before the man covered my mouth with his hand. He moved towards me and whispered in my ear, "another move and I'll rape you." (My little monster)

I nodded and he slowly removed his hand away from my mouth, and placed it back against the wall. His lips curved upwards, forming a half smile, half smirk. He closed his eyes and began to move his head closer then mine.

He was going to kiss me.

No.. No.. No! I can't lose my kissing virginity like this. Literally, my first kiss went a little like this.

I tightly shut my eyes and rapidly shook my head, squirming in his cage. But.. I was in defeat and had no where to go or anything to do. I gave up and waited for his lips to touch mine. I could feel his breathing, and just when there was one millimeter between us, he stopped. I opened my eyes and squealed while he retreated back.

He began to laugh and picked up his cat to look back at me. I took a moment to breathe in and out like they do in yoga sessions to calm down my heart. If I had a doctors stethoscope (The thing doctors use to hear our heart beats) It would probably sound as if my heart just ran a marathon.

I sighed, "well.. Don't you know how to make a good first impression.?"

"Don't you know how to make a good blog?"

I was flabbergasted. There was about a thirty second pause of awkward silence, in which, I used the time wisely and studied his appearance. He had messy blonde hair which poked out every direction, he had mischievous, sharp, blue eyes, a scar above his right eye and a body of a Greek God. It was easy to say that he was appealing to the human eye.

"You're not from here, are you?" I asked.

"Was it so easy to tell?" With his appearance, he would never be seen hanging around me on his own free will. Either he got dared, or he's new. "I'm a transfer from Sabertooth. I'll be leaving at the end of the semester."

I pressed my back against the wall and sat back down, the man followed my moves, taking a seat beside me. I took out my phone, "how'd you know?" I asked him.

"Well, I was up here hoping to get privacy.. And then you showed up. Couldn't help but take a look at what you were doing, so I watched you from the top, trying to not get noticed."

I took in all the things he said, let it sink in and summarized it. "In other words.. You basically stalked me."

"No! I was just watching you for a socially unacceptable time while staying hidden so you can't see me." He said without thinking too much.

...

"Just admit you stalked me"

"Don't think so high of yourself blondie, the sentence sounded a lot better in my head."

The sentence sounds a lot better not existing.

I unlocked my phone and scrolled through all of my hard work that had gone into that blog. It took me three years to make that blog perfect, and three minutes to destroy it.

"So.. Who are you gonna tell?"

He cocked his head to the side, not understanding what I was saying. It took him a few seconds to realize and stared at me with shocked eyes.

"Well, that's stereo-ist." He announced, offended.

"What am I supposed to think. You'll profess your love and we'll run into the sunset together?!"

"I don't actually mind the second-"

"Just tell me who you're gonna tell."

"For Mavis' sake, I'm not telling!" He cried.

"Pinky promise?" He gave me the 'are you serious?' look, un-amused with my stretched out hand and held out pinky. However I didn't flinch or take it back, so he gave in and locked pinkys with mine.

"I take my pinkys very seriously."

"Me too."

"Game on. If you spill, you owe me a lunch at Taco Bell."

"If someone finds out your secret before I spill, you owe me a frozen yogurt."

"Deal." We said in unison and shook hands with each other. I locked my eyes with his intense stare, trying my best not to waver.

"LUCE, WE'RE COMING TO SAVE YOU." A shout came. It was followed by a sudden banging of the door, the person trying to unlock it to get outside.

"Levy, hurry up!" It shouted again.

"If it didn't work last time, it wouldn't work this time!" She shouted back at him.

"Fine." Natsu huffed. "Just gonna have to kick it open." I heard his footsteps retreat back as full panic went into my mind. I looked at the still unnamed man with worried eyes, but he only looked amused. I sprinted to the door, taking the key out of my pocket and opening the door before Natsu could hurt himself.

As the door screeched open, Natsu sprinted towards it, with no time to stop, flying mid-air while expecting the door to have still been shut. Unfortunately, the only contact his leg made, was with the ground after harshly falling.

Looks like he was going to get hurt either way.

I offered him a helping hand in which he took to get up. He dusted himself off before his eyes met mine and widened. "What happened?! Are you hurt?! How'd you get here?! Why'd you ditch me?!" A river of questions came flowing from his mouth, that was soon to be interrupted by Blondie's cough.

Natsu examined the man, trying to size him up which half worked as Blondie was taller. He let his glare do the talking, but the man wasn't at all fazed and instead sent back a genuine smile. "Who the hell are you?" Natsu asked.

"Sting. Sting Eucliffe. I'm a new student of the school. Transfered from Sabertooth, actually. Lucy was showing me around the place. Final destination."

I made quick eye contact with Sting and thanked him for saving me.

"Why did we hear you scream?"

"I-I.. I saw a.. I saw a spider." I lied. "Massive one actually. Really hairy too. It was quite pretty in a way. Reminded me of you. I mean, you're not hairy. Well, you are, since you're a man. Or guy. And you're not pretty either. But you're not ugly as well. What are we talking about? Spider! Oh.. Yeah. I have cibophobia. It's a fear of spiders. Ha.."

Natsu sighed. "You really expect us to believe that?"

"Cibophobia is a fear of food, spider is arachnophobia." Levy spoke from the background.

We get it, Levy. Now is kinda not the right time for your smartness.

"What were you really doing?" I felt Natsu's eyes glaring lasers through my own.

I mentally broke down, unable to talk, not knowing what to do. That was until a hand laid on my shoulder, trying to comfort me.

"Fine you got us." Sting started off.

I inwardly shook my head, not wanting him to tell them the secret. At least you get Taco Bell?

...

NOT WORTH IT!

"We were playing truth or dare and I dared her to sit on the railing. She didn't do it so I started tickling her and she screamed to try get me to stop. Happy?" His lie was flawless and totally believable. In the corner of my eyes, I saw Natsu's relax and let out a tense breath.

We were cut short by the bell and I quickly grabbed my stuff before heading off to creative writing.

Crap, creative writing.

I haven't even started writing my argument in any way. As I walked to the class, a bunch of thoughts were scrambling through my head on what to do. I'll just tell her I was having difficulty.

But what if I get an F?

Oh, the hard choices in life!

I entered the class to see Mira already there on her desk. She smiled at me and went back to reading her book. I took place in my usual spot and quickly got out my paper, trying to brainstorm some ideas.

Normally, I'd work in a nice quiet place. But the class started filing in with the loud chatters of students. Not being able to think, I shoved the paper back into my bag, which I forgot to put back into my locker.

We sped past the attendance and Mira wasted no time on getting the papers back.

Surprisingly, everyone handed their assignment with no trouble. I swear the universe has it out to me. Barely two minutes had past before she came upon my table.

"Lucy?"

I gave her my best smile, "I haven't done mine. In fact, I'd been having a lot of trouble with it."

Mira didn't react the way I expected her to. "You got until Monday." She gave me a warm smile and I smiled back. She started walking back to her desk, but stopped half way as a guy who I recall named Jackal coughed loudly, hiding a word within. *Cough* "Favoritism" *Cough*

He was followed by many others, who made it less obvious, using the same harmful words.

"Nerd."

"Slut."

"Geek."

"Lucifer."

"Freak."

"Teacher's Pet."

"Manipulating Freak."

By the time those words left someone's mouth, I bowed my head, not looking anyone in the eyes.

"ENOUGH." Mira's voice boomed through the class. "Jackal, you seem confident. Let's see what Jackal wrote shall we?"

Jackal turned to his friends, showing them a toothy smirk. "Mira, you said you'd do it anonymously. You'll keep to your word, won't you?"

I wasn't looking, but I knew Mira still looked confident, as she knew something he didn't. "Anyone want to rephrase what I actually said?" The class remained silent until a soft, gentle voice spoke up. "You said they'll be anonymous, as long as we stay good."

I kept my head down, and listened carefully.

"Correct, now let's read your paper. Unless you apologize."

Jackal, however maintained his cool and kept silent.

"Here we go! Jackal. Okay, very short. You're topic is.. Drugs.

Drugs shouldn't be illegal. They help us kids, how else would Elf-Man look like that."

The whole class gasped, as he made fun of Mira's younger brother in her classroom. However, she had no change of emotion.

"Get used to the new generation, you know you want to try it. I did. That's how my spot on the soccer team is secured. Signed, Jackal."

The class whispered about his papers, his so called friends doing the same and laughing about it.

"There's three things wrong here. One. Drugs don't help you guys one bit. Two. You spelled your name wrong. Here it says, J-A-C-K-A-L. I believe it should be J-A-C-K-A-S-S. You jackass!"

He pushes his luck and her patience even further by responding. "What's number three? Or are you stupid at maths just like you are with being a teacher?"

"Number three. You are out of the soccer team and out of my class. To the principle's office. Now."

To say he was furious was a total understatement. He shoved through the class and slammed the door shut. Talk about anger issues..

Mira sighed and walked back up to her desk to face the full classroom. "You're last assignment, was poetry. You all wrote something goofy, or just copied from Dr Seuss. As a teacher, it was a major disappointment. I'd love to read you Lucy's one, she actually tried.

They're coming, they're here. Put on a smile.

Tell them you haven't seem them in a while.

Fake your happiness, until they leave.

Just smile and nod, they're easy to deceive.

You bid them goodbye, they say we'll talk again.

But you both knew, that was the end.

Just a small conversation, and people get bored.

They leave you behind, left to be ignored.

So where will you go next? What will you do?

The next option is completely up to you.

But if your friendship does, however grow.

They're bound to always leave you and go.

And now you're back to being all alone.

Without a place to you can call home

Beautiful right?"

I looked up to see the class nodding.

"You all joined in on making fun of your classmate. And when the one who you followed got in trouble... You didn't even take a chance to back him up. That's detention for all of you."

The class didn't fight back and accepted their actions. Some people even turned my way and apologized, which I awkwardly accepted.

"Great, now that that's out of the way. It's back to creative writing. Hands up if you read this blog by a girl named Celestia."

My heart began to beat fast, every hand shot right up into the air, no one left out. I looked at Mira, who seemed completely oblivious to me sweating like a dog who had just ran away from an army of bionic cats that were born from Donald Trumps hair, thus making them more evil.

"We're going to be writing blog posts like her. Does anyone know why she's so popular? Since we all know about her, start from Sherry, right row, going down, then to the second row bottom to the top. Continue the pattern, last person should be Lucy."

Sherry, took out her phone, logging into the blog to emphasize her point. "She's hot. And, I'm not lesbian, I got a boyfriend. But if you saw her dance video.. She's hot. Massive hit for the guys."

Everyone nodded along to her words. People gave their short answers like,

"She's a teenager like us."

"She's funny."

It was kind of weird to hear those compliments in real life, rather than on the comments. Then came me.

I let out a shaky breath. "She lives in our generation... She posts stuff that people relate to, anyone can relate to. That's what makes her different from people posting about how awesome their life is. She puts a twist on an average life, to show, it can be fun. You don't need to be a spy, or bathing in money to do things. That's what makes her unique."

By the time I finished, the class checked their phones and slowly nodded, agreeing.

Mira looked at me, "well said. I'm going to read you guys a post from her.'

This one was posted about a month or two ago.

Oh my Mavis.. Guys, I nearly died. I fell straight in, the water surrounded my bottom as I flailed my arms feeling stuck. I cried for help, but no one came so I knew I had to do this on my own. After a lot of trial and error. And I mean a lot.. Like.. A lot. I finally got out. No, I wasn't drowning, I fell into the toilet.. Again.

-Celest."

A few people chuckled, and I cringed at the memory. I was stuck there for about 15 minutes before figuring I could use the bat we kept in there for some help. You can laugh at me, but imagine being stuck in the toilet for that long.

"So, you're assignment is, starting from now. You can go to her blog, read some of her posts during this time. After that, you must find five things that relate to you, and write a post on your experience. You have to include the "Hey guys." and "-Celest" to make it seem realistic. Just don't actually put Celest in, put in the username you want."

The class cheered happily and instantly started. However, I took out my notebook with a goal to at least start on my late assignment. However, I was still stuck.

"Need some help with that?" A voice asked me. It was the girl from earlier, the one who stood up for me. I think so anyways, I didn't look up during that time. But they had similar voices.

"Yes please." I turned my eyes to look at her and my jaw nearly dropped. She was tiny, like.. Tinier than Levy tiny. She had blue hair, tied into ponytails with red cat-ribbons decorating it. She wore a red and white jacket with an orange bow tie, a black skirt and knee high blue socks. She had big brown eyes and everything about her was just..

"Cute.."

She blushed and sat down with me. "Hi I'm-" She didn't need to say anymore, I knew who she was.

XOXOXO

Lucy's Schedule! (I do not go to America.. Or High School.. Haha.. So I do not know how to write these. I can assure you I'm at least 13. So sorry for not knowing how to do these.)

First period: Drama. Teacher: Kinana. CWATCAW: Natsu, Levy, and Sting.

Second period: Biology. Teacher: I don't even know anything about this one.. Ha.. Ha.

Break Time~

Third period: Chemistry. Teacher: Macao. CWATCAW: Natsu, Sting, Wendy, character yet to be revealed...

Fourth period: Study hall. Teacher: Wakaba. CWATCAW: Sting and character yet to be revealed...

Lunch Time~

Fifth period: Creative Writing. Teacher: Mira. CWATCAW: Character yet to be revealed... And Sherry.. If you guys remember her from Chapter 6.

Sixth period: P.E. Teacher: Gildarts. CWATCAW: Gajeel and character yet to be revealed...

Home Time~

XOXOXO

I don't know how long or how many periods there are. I don't live in America either! So I don't know when Holidays start or how long they are. Also, I finished Summer Horror Camp, will be out with the next chapter. Why? BECAUSE WE REACHED OVER 100 FOLLOWERS. I know some of you may be like.. "Meh, this person has 2k." Yes.. I know. About Summer Horror Camp.. Who do you want to be in it? Natsu and Lucy are a definite. So I need two more ships to be in there. Name which other four characters I should use, review it down in the.. Reviews. Last notice.. Senpai noticed me. Checkmate-13. Check out her stories... See what I did there? Why is this author's note practically longer than the story? IDEK, GOODBYE.