Old Friends {Sting x Reader AU}

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It wasn't long after that the photo was leaked and going around the whole school. When Sting had found out, he was fuming, and so was Rogue and Minerva.

"I can't believe this!" Sting yelled, pacing. "That bitch!"

"Calm down, you idiot!" Rogue scolded him.

"Who the hell took that picture?!" Sting held his head.

"More importantly, why were you kissing her!?" Minerva hit him.

"She surprised me, it's not like I wanted too!"

"You need to text Y/n, right now." Rogue advised him.

"Oh god." Sting stopped freaking out, and started a new freak out. Panic. Anxiety. He took out his phone and tried calling you, but was sent straight to voicemail. "Cmon... pick up."

"You don't think she saw it, do you?" Rogue asked.

"Knowing Yukino, she probably has." Minerva sighed.

"Great, just great. How am I going to explain this to her?"

"Just tell her what really happened." Rogue told him. "Honesty, man."

"Maybe let me try to calm her." Minerva suggested. "I'll head over now, I think it's better for it to be in person."

"No, if anything I should go." Sting said, pulling his keys out of his pocket.

"Or, we wait for her to cool off and then you talk to her when you get home." Rogue said calmly.

"Or you wait until the end of the day and she just boils more." Minerva crossed her arms.

"What do I do." Sting said, his voice sounding defeated.

"Send her a text explaining yourself, and then see her afterwards." Rogue smiled weakly. "Everything will be okay, Sting."

"And what if it's not?! I'll lose the love of my life!"

Rogue took a deep breath, not quite sure what to say or how to reassure his best friend. Just like Sting, he felt powerless in this situation.

Sting would hurry and send you a text, quickly explaining the situation and giving you a heads up that the both of you would be having a conversation. But Sting thought that you were still at his home, not at yours.

You at your house crying to no end. It seemed like there was no end in sight. You were angry, sad, and your vocal chords were shot from all of the screaming you did. Thank god your mother was still on her trip so she didn't have to see you like this. She would have been so disappointed to see you crying this bad over a man. No, a boy.

Shortly after you heard a knock at the door and was extremely confused. But then you remembered what Gray had texted you. You didn't think he was serious; leaving school so early to bring you ice cream.

You managed to walk down stairs and opened the door for him. He wore a weak smile, and had a grocery bag of a few pints of ice cream. "I forgot to ask what kind you liked, so I just got all of them." You laughed, but it was obvious that you were still crying and wiping away tears. You moved to the side so he could come in, and he did just that, taking his shoes off at the door.

"You really didn't have to." You said, sniffling, trying to control your emotions.

"But I wanted to." He smiled, and placed the bag on the counter, taking out all of the pints one by one. "Here; take your pick first. And then we can talk, if you want. You walked over to the counter, and scanned all of the choices he had brought. There were probably a good seven choices, but one of them was your favorite flavor. You chose that one, happy that you were getting your favorite ice cream, but still felt lousy.