~Lucy's POV~

"Let me guess, you have to cancel?" I mocked as I heard my cellphone ring. Natsu's caller ID popped up. My fingers hopefully grazed over the smudged screen. "Hello?" I questioned, preparing for disappointment.

"Hey Luce!" I could just imagine that toothy smile.

"Hey," I replied bluntly. "What's up?" I wrapped my free hand over my stomach, staring at the floor.

"About our date tonight," he paused, his tone becoming suspicious. "I have to cancel again." I readjusted my phone against my ear, hoping his words weren't true.

"Okay." I balled up my fists with anger. That wasn't the first time he'd cancel, it wasn't even the second. "You know if you don't want to see me anymore, just tell me because this is crap." The anger in my voice slowly started to rise.

I don't even know what's been going on with Natsu lately. He's just been super dodgy. Skipping my calls, not answering my texts, always making excuses for our dates.

"No no, it's not that. I've just been slammed with homework lately." I didn't believe him, not one bit.

"That's what you always say." He hesitated, static filling my ears. I rolled my eyes. This was unbelievable.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise." He said slowly, his tone saddening.

"We'll see," I scoffed. "Well have fun doing homework tonight." I rashly ripped the phone from my ear, immediately ending the call. I threw the phone down on my bed, pacing around my room.

Was this even worth it anymore? I felt like a toy. He played with me to his hearts content, now he's not interested anymore. It's a Friday night, why the hell would you be doing homework?

I've decided. I'm not going to sit around anymore waiting for him to be interested. I slipped on some running shoes, grabbed my ear phones, and left my tiny dorm. It was dark outside, the time closing in on eight.

My thoughts we just extremely jumbled. I just needed to run and clear my mind. The cold wind whipped across my face causing my nose to run. After about 20 minutes, I found myself in front of the Alpha Delta frat house.

I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, my breath trying to catch up. I ripped out my headphones, a new noise replacing them. I heard the low hum of music, bass so loud that it caused my hand to tremble.

Lights shone through the little windows, students obviously partying. Not as much trash littered the front yard, but red cups were still scattered around. Wow that really looked like homework. Before I even knew it, tears were springing to my eyes.

He lied to me.

I took off in a quick jog towards the house. I shook away the tears, anger replacing sadness. I passed a few students who called out to me, but I ignored them.

I entered the house and pushed past a series of drunken bodies. I knocked people out of my way without even thinking. I was a whole different person when I was angry. The music was being drilled into my ears.

I nudged past someone especially hard, but was soon stopped.

"Woah, Lucy!" Sting said as he grabbed my shoulders. "Be careful where you're going." His touch caused my skin to spring to life. Electricity was sent down my arms. I stared down at the floor, not allowing him to see how upset I was. "Are you okay?"

I lost it. The tears I had somehow managed to hide, suddenly escaped. My head shook on it's on. As if the music had completely stopped, I heard Sting's voice perfectly.

"Come with me." He grabbed my arm lightly and tugged. I was guided through the crowd of people, my hair cascading down in front of my eyes.

As we started to drift away from the crowd, the music seemed to distance itself. The volume had decreased significantly as we headed up the marble steps.

My sobs became more audible with each step away from the speakers. We passed by the golden plaque stating we were on the third level. The tiled floor began to swirl, my eyes becoming blurry. The hallway's sheen wall paper was eloquently designed, capturing my attention.

Sting still had a tight, but comforting grip around my wrist. He opened the large wooden door. His room was just where he said it was, first door on the third floor.

Surprisingly, his room was quite clean. Clothes were packed into basic tan drawers, the bed's striped sheets were made, and the floor was clear. Posters of bands, some that I didn't even recognize, were lazily taped against the wall. His shoes were lined up under the farthest window. And I thought I had a lot of shoes. 

Sting set down his cup on top of the dresser, his Alpha Delta hat sitting their silently. He lead me over to his bed, eyes locked on me. I was too embarrassed to even look at him. Why must emotions be so difficult?

"Alright, what's going on?" As we sat on the bed, I peeked up at him. His blue eyes pleading for an answer. My throat felt so scratchy and hoarse. I covered my mouth as I sobbed, staring down at the bed sheets. 

"I-I don't even know." It came out as a whisper, barely audible, but Sting heard it. He pulled me into a hug, my nose connecting with his grey and white sweater. He smelled like cologne with a mix of smoky wood. 

"It's okay Lucy." His long, buff arms wrapped around my back. One hand remaining on my head, smoothing down my hair. I couldn't lie that it wasn't comfortable, but it was nothing compared to Natsu's hugs. 

"H-He lied." It came out as an exasperated cough, but once again, Sting understood it all.

"Natsu?" He questioned, his chest rising and falling. I backed away suddenly, actually making eye contact with him. I nodded slightly, my head falling back to the floor again. 

"He's just been super dodgy lately," I paused. Sting rose his hand and carefully grazed his thumb across the surface under my eye. I didn't really take much notice towards it. "He won't answer my calls and cancels every single one of our dates. It makes me feel unwanted, and I hate it." My sobs came to a halt, but I still wanted to cry. 

"What an asshole." Sting said with a smirk on his face. It wasn't a captivating smirk, but more like an angry smirk. His comment caused a little laugh to escape my lips. 

"He said he was doing homework tonight, so I decided to take a run to clear my mind. I passed by the place and saw that there was a party going on, and instantly knew he had lied."

"Who does homework on a Friday night anyway?" He questioned, giving me a sarcastic look.

"Right?" I sighed, shaking my head in disappointment. "That's why I look like this." I gestured to my scrappy running clothes, instantly feeling uncomfortable. 

"You still look beautiful. Doesn't matter if you're in running clothes, or crying." I suddenly felt very insecure. I blushed, looking away from him. 

"T-thank you." I stumbled my words, a ping of compassion running through my heart. These are the words that made me melt; made me weak. 

"Sorry, that was unnecessary." A light tint of pink appeared on Sting's cheek. He nervously scratched the back of his neck, a toothy grin spread across his face. 

"No, it's okay." I showed a small smile, my face still incredibly flushed. 

"Um," he cleared his throat. "I'll talk to him about it, don't worry." I nodded. 

"Have you seen him tonight?" I asked as I bit my lip, eager for a hopeful answer. 

"I saw him earlier today, but not since then." I knew I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up. I'm so used to disappointment now, I should've expected it. "Sorry," he replied, seeing my hope disintegrate. 

"I'll be fine." I replied bluntly, tearing my gaze away from him. "I'm probably just gonna go home for the night." I stood up from the bed, Sting followed my actions. 

"If that's what you want, but you can always stay here if you need to." I whipped my head back towards him, my face flushing once again. I saw a slight glimmer of hope in his eyes. For a split second I actually considered saying yes. 

"Thanks for the offer, but I'll be fine." I rose my hand to politely decline his offer. "Thank you so much for everything tonight." 

"Anytime Lucy," he smiled. I headed towards the door, grasping the handle. His arm stopped the door from opening, his chest appearing eye level. 

"I'm sorry Lucy, but I have to do this just once."

He kissed me. 

On the forehead.