At Magnolia High, everyone steers clear of the cool kids. They're practically royalty - adored, feared, and, in the infamous heartbreaker Gray Fullbuster's case, resented. But sometimes the image people have for the world to see is really just anoth...
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content warning — homophobic slurs
Friday. 12:22 PM. Cafeteria.
The first half of Friday was, by far, better than the first half of Thursday had been. At least, in Gray's opinion.
Friday. 7:10 AM. Gray's room.
Gray awoke to silence. Peaceful, calm, silence that wasn't filled with the nightmare that the Stargaze ringtone had become for him ever since choosing it as his alarm tone. But if his room was silent...
"Shit!" Gray yelled, shoving his covers off and doing his best not to fall onto the floor as he jumped out of bed. He'd overslept - by forty minutes. Guess he wasn't gonna make his zero period today.
As he rushed through what was probably the shortest shower he'd ever taken in his life, he knew that oversleeping was a consequence of staying up until two in the morning texting Natsu. When he had finally gone to sleep, he knew he would be tired in the morning, but even now, as he got out of the shower, he didn't deny it had been worth it.
Once he'd finished getting ready, and had just adjusted his glasses, he heard a knock at his door.
"Hey, asshole, I got more contacts yesterday if you want to use some," Stella shouted. "I know it's not the prescription you need, but still-"
"While I greatly appreciate the gesture, Queen Asshole," Gray responded, opening the door to talk to her. "I don't need them."
"Oh, so your boyfriend finally convinced you to wear glasses again?" Stella smirked.
"Fuck off, he's not my boyfriend!" Gray yelled as he slammed the door shut.
"Whatever you say, dickhead!"
Gray took one last look in the mirror that hung on the wall beside his closet. He adjusted the front of his shirt slightly before picking up his backpack and heading out to the kitchen.
"Yo, I saved you the last bagel," Stella announced. "Now hurry the fuck up!"
As Stella bit into one of the two pop-tarts she held, Gray got the remaining bagel out and popped it into the toaster. He leaned back against the counter, backpack dropping to the floor beside him.
"So," Stella swirled around in one of the stools at the counter island, her mouth still full of the blueberry pop-tart she was eating. "You're friends with Natsu now."
"No shit, Sherlock, how'd you figure that one out?"
"I'm just saying. It seems like you guys are pretty close for just being friends for half of a day."
"Do you have a point?"
"Remember how quickly you and Lyon became friends?"
