MADDI PWNS ALL

Your line is drawn at dusk,
At dawn it's gone and considered brusque.

I won't stop screaming at the top of my lungs,
until you spread your venom on my tongue.

Objection and Rejection,
makes my skin thin and my heart thick,
which really only means this hatred was quick.

I only now noticed and realized this,
nothing will ever be solved by a trivial kiss.

Your touching hand, cold and brief,
only causes me a little of that horrid grief.

The brisk spinning sensation is now at an end,
and now, right now, there is no more to mend.

You are no more than a false step,
I'm no more than a horrible wreck.

You're leaving urgently out the doors,
While I'm still crying on these floors.

It's fine, it's all over now.
It's fine, everything is done now.

Scene Kid

[x] You know what sXe and hXc actually mean.

[x] You have a obsession with dinosaurs, robots, and/or Pokemon.

[ ] You idolize Jeffree Starr

[x] People have called you scene before.

[x] You spend at least an hour getting ready to take pictures of yourself; bahahhaa.

[x] You have a mirror pic

[x] You enjoy going to shows

[ ] You only go to shows for the sake of going to shows, not the music; fuck yeah.

[x] Your hair is/has been multicolored.

[ ] You accessorize your hair with kiddie barrettes and bows.

[x] Fashion is one of the most important things that define you.

[x] You mosh. Sometimes.

[x] You often mix vintage with modern.

[ ] Your picture captions are sad lyrics to sad songs.

[ ] All of your friends are scene.

[ ] You don't know many of the people on your friends list in person; buzznet probably.

[x] You take angled pictures of yourself.

[x] You enjoy photography; how does this have anything to do with scene? D:

Total: 12.
 

Prep

[x] You pop the collar; fuck yeaah xP

[ ] You wont go near the Goths; blahhh that's mean.

[x] You own at least one thing from a designer store.

[x] You are very clean cut.

[ ] You are squeamish

[x] People have called you preppy before.

[ ] You never leave the house without putting on cologne/perfume

[x] You have a lot of money; <3 fucckyuhz.

[x] You know who LC is; hell yeah.

[x] You watch shows like The OC, The Real World, The Hills, and Laguna Beach.

[x] One favorite stores are Abercrombie & Fitch or American Eagle Outfitters.

[ ] You're afraid to set foot into Hot Topic.

[ ] (Girls) You carry a purse wherever you go.

[ ] You need to wake up at least an hour before school so you can get ready.

[x](Girls) You do not leave the house without make up.

[ ] You are content overall with how your life is going.

Total: 9.
 

Band Geek

[x] You have played an instrument before.

[x] You still play an instrument.

[x] You are/were in regular Band.

[x] You are/were in Jazz Band.

[ ] You are/were in Marching Band

[ ] You've never dated anybody outside of Band.

[ ] Most of your friends are in band; cool ones anyway.

[ ] The band room/band hall is your second home.

[x] You enjoy listening to classical music on occasion.

[ ] You aspire(d) to be a Drum Major.

[x] You've made out with somebody on a band bus or at a band competition.

[x] You have trouble getting your non-band friends to go near the band room.

[ ] Band is your favorite class; hell naw.

[x] You have been to band camp.

[x] You walk in step with all your friends.

[ ] You talk about band constantly.

[ ] You know that American Pie has got it all wrong; fuck I wish it was like american pie haha.

[x] You rap music.

[ ] Marching Season is your favorite time of year.

[x] When you go to football games, you don't really pay attention to the game itself.

[ ] Your favorite jokes are band jokes.

[ ] You know it's not about the bloods and the crips: it's the brass and the woodwinds; LMFAOO.

Total: 11.


Theatre Geek

[x] You have seen a school play.

[x] You have seen a Broadway musical

[ ] You like to act.

[ ] You have participated in a school play.

[ ] You have participated in a play outside of school

[ ] You have gone to the Thespian Conference (State or International or both)

[ ] You get P'ed off when people make that thespian, did you say lesbian?

[ ] You have been stage crew/lighting/etc

[ ] You know that you cannot touch anybody else's props.

[ ] You have played in the pit orchestra for a musical.

[ ] You have been to a cast party.

[ ] You are in a thespian troupe.

[x] You often sing show tunes at the top of your lungs.

[ ] You know who Idina Menzel and Johnathan Larson are

[x] @ one point in your life, you were obsessed with RENT.

[ ] You do not have a personal bubble.

[ ] You actually understand Shakespeare.

[ ] You know how to put on stage make up.

[ ] You have been a lead.

[ ] You met a lot of your better friends through theatre.

Total: 4.


Overachiever

[ ] You participate in a lot of extracurricular activities.

[ ] You have a part-time job.

[ ] You have straight As.

[ ] You are in mostly honors/IB/AP classes.

[ ] You do not procrastinate.

[ ] You have scored a 5 on an AP test.

[ ] You do not have very much down time.

[ ] You are very organized.

[ ] You always have a thousand things going on at once.

[ ] You are in a long-term relationship.

[ ] You aspire to get into an Ivy League School.

[ ] In your extracurriculars, you hold leadership positions.

[ ] You are/were on Student Council.

[ ] You are/were the class president.

[ ] You are/were a class officer.

[ ] You are/were the Salutatorian for your class.

[ ] You are/were the Valedictorian for your class.

[ ] People have told you that you didn't have a life.

[ ] You are getting/have already received the IB Diploma.

[ ] You cry when you get anything lower than an A on anything

Total:  0.

 
Slacker

[x]Your grades are slipping.

[x] You always wait until the last minute to do big projects.

[x] You do a lot of things half-assed.

[x] You are an overall procrastinator.

[x] You tend to do your homework when you're watching TV.

[x] It takes you ages to turn your job applications in.

[xxxx] You are often late to school/work.

[x] You don't turn in a lot of your work.

[x] You spend the majority of your time watching TV, or going on the computer when you could be doing something more productive.

[x] You sleep in past noon on the weekends and during the summer.

[x] You do not get out of your pajamas unless you have to leave the house.

[x] You could walk, but you'll just drive.

[x] You have fallen asleep during class before.

[x] Friends have called you lazy.

[x] Life is hard when you lose the remote & you have to walk a million miles over to the TV and change the channel.

[ ] When you hang out with your friends, the majority of your time is spent playing video games or doing something where neither of you have to stand up.

[x] You have eaten an entire pint of ice cream in one sitting.

[x] You have sat through an entire running marathon of a show before.

Total:17.

 

Goth

[x] Your wardrobe consists of mostly black things.

[ ] When you have the money, you shop at Hot Topic

[x] You have/want to get a tattoo.

[x] You have/want to get a piercing.

[x] You don't get along with your parents.

[x] You have/want to dyed/dye your hair an exotic color.

[ ] You've styled your hair in liberty spikes.

[x] Sometimes you ponder the meaning of life

[x] You like to write dark poetry.

[x] You are into S&M.

[ ] You have a pair of oversized black pants.

[x] At one point in your life, you liked Foamy, Happy Bunny, Emily the Strange, and the Happy Tree Friends.

[x] You listen to grunge.

[ ] You have/had a messenger bag with buttons up and down the straps.

[ ] You will only date other Goths.

[ ] You don't really care what people think about you.

[x] You like black makeup & nail polish.

Total: 11.

 

 

Nerd

[ ] You actually study for tests and quizzes.

[ ] You have straight As.

[ ] You haven't had any luck with the opposite sex.

[x] You are into WoW, Magic Cards, and Halo.

[x] You overanalyze jokes to the point where they aren't funny anymore.

[ ] Your mom buys your clothes for you.

[ ] You actually answer the questions in class.

[ ] You sit front row center in all of your classes to get the best learning experience.

[ ] You miss school during the summer.

[ ] You wear your pants at your waist.

[ ] You prefer sweatpants to jeans.

[ ] You have a pocket protector in your shirt with pens and a calculator in it.

[x] You let cute boys/girls take advantage of you & copy your homework in hopes of getting noticed.

[x] You've noticed some of the spelling and grammar mistakes in this survey.

[ ] People always cheat off you during tests.

[x] Parents pack your lunch for you every day.

[x] You wear/should be wearing glasses.

Total: 7.

 
Garage Band Junkie

[ ] You play the guitar.

[x] You have been in a garage band before.

[x] You're still in a garage band.

[ ] You think your band is going to make it big someday.

[ ] You play shows almost weekly.

[ ] You play the drums

[x] You sing/sang vocals for a band.

[x] You write your own lyrics.

[ ] You spend hundreds on amps and microphones.

[x] Your band has a page.

[x] You have been in multiple garage bands.

[x] You have changed the name of your band at least twice.

[ ] You have participated in a battle of the bands

[ ] Your band has been signed.

[ ] You have taken guitar classes at school.

[ ] You have played at the same venue multiple times.

[ ] You would rather make it big than have to go to college.

[x] You have musical talent.

[ ] You have groupies.

[x] Youve made t-shirts and other apparel for your band.

Total: 9.


Gangstaaa

[ ] You actually are black.

[x] You know who the bloods and the crips are

[ ] You wear doo-rags.

[ ] You actually grew up in the ghetto.

[x] You can freestyle; every momentoo of my life XD

[x] You drive down the street blaring your music.

[/] Your ride is pimped out with stereo boosts.

[x] You can break dance.

[ ] You say nigga a lot.

[x] You talk too fast for people to understand you.

[ ] You are pretty chill with life.

[ ] You wear your jeans oversized and below your ass.

[x] Old school rap is the best.

[x] You know that Tupac will never die.

[ ] You wear bling.

[ ] You have/want a custom grill.

[ ] You have custom rims on your tires.

[ ] You are actually in a gang.

[ ] You are always big pimpin

Total: 7.
 

Emo

[x] You often have trouble convincing people that you aren't emo.

[ ] You comb your hair over one of your eyes.

[x] You flip your hair often.

[x] You have dark-rimmed glasses.

[x] You have hurt yourself on purpose.

[ ] If you're a boy, people often complain about your pants being too tight.

[ ] You don't really smile too often.

[x] You blog often.

[ ] You never smile in pictures.

[x] You listen to Thursday and/or Sunny Day Real Estate.

[x] You're too much of a to be a goth

[x] You own a lot of band t-shirts.

[x] You go to a lot of shows.

[ ] It doesn't take very much to make you cry.

[ ] You have played all the Emo Games

[x] You have worn black eyeliner before

[ ] You own a bandana in which you wear in your hair

[ ] You have dark hair.

[ ] You love the emo song

[ ] You say stuff like "I feel like my heart's being ripped out."

Total: 10.
 

Skatepunk

[ ] You own a skateboard.

[ ] You have been skateboarding since you were in grade school.

[ ] You have gotten many injuries from skateboarding.

[x] You know that World Industries and Element aren't just clothing lines.

[x] You have vandalized public property.

[x] You have TPed/egged somebody's house before.

[x] You have been yelled at for loitering.

[ ] You have gotten in trouble with the cops.

[x] You listen to punk rock.

[ ] Chicks on skateboards are hot.

[ ] You stick it to the man.

[x] You own skater shoes.

[x] You watch MTV2, not MTV.

[ ] You enjoy crude humor.

[x] Screw school, lets do crazy stuff

[x] You know that there are other pro skaters out there besides Tony Hawk.

[ ] You pretty much live at the skate park.

[ ] Hygene does not concern you.

[ ] Skater boys are attractive.

Total: 10.
 

Metalhead

[x] Most people are scared of your music.

[x] A lot of the bands you like have violent names/titles/lyrics.

[x] You hate emo kids.

[x] You have gotten kicked out of a public place multiple times before.

[x] Slipknot isn't really metal.

[x] You appreciate really good guitarists of any genre.

[ ] You hate pop and rap.

[ ] You spend all your money on music-related stuff.

[x] Scene kids are fun to laugh at;bahaha.

[x] You will become friends with anyone if they like the same bands.

[x] You curse a lot.

[x] You can name at least five subgenres of metal.

[ ] You wore black converses before they became emo.

[ ] At least one of your favorite bands thinks they're vikings.

[x] You also like classic rock, such as Led Zeppelin and Pink Floyd; lovee pink floyd.

Total: 10.

Project Drama [Part 41]

Recap: I was still locked with no control.

Jessica’s P.O.V

I breathed erringly and I was probably over exhilarating. English class was awfully quiet. Bethany sat beside Blair but didn’t copy down her notes like she usually did. I sat on the other side of Blair paying no attention to the teacher as I just continued to think with unorthodox.

“Jessica – what do you think Dr. Hannibal Lector’s intentions were?” Ms. Adams asked me knowingly.

I looked up abruptly. “Uh…” I started. “His intentions…for…” I ran off my sentence dully. Ms. Adams head went down and she sighed looking up at me. “Hannibal Lector’s intentions in general for being a cannibalistic killer?” Ms. Adams nodded her head. “Well, even though he was a psychiatrist – he definitely had psychological problems in his brain and probably had very intense manic depression – leading to killing people who couldn’t be trusted. But the cannibalism he participated in would probably be a cocky ruling for a ruthless defeat.”

Ms. Adams smiled and agreed, “Yes, Jessica, I think that was Thomas Harris’s meaning for his character.” I did a dull smile back. “A,” she responded with my grade. When I get this depressed it probably wasn’t abnormal for me to be getting good grades.

The bell rang. I got up from my desk quickly grabbing my binder and books.  “Jessica,” Blair spoke quietly. I looked at her with a dumbfounded expression. “That was a good statement.” Before I could reply she seeped out of the classroom quickly with Bethany following behind.

*

I was laying down in my large bed pacing my fingers down the frame…I hated thinking this much. All of this drama got too much inside my head. I didn’t like the feeling of repeating what I seen.

But the trial was tomorrow. I loved Claire she was one of my best friends. Even though I didn’t agree all of the times of her harsh matters…she was still good inside. She was even changing when she met Spencer. She was changing a lot! I couldn’t understand what happened clearly. But Claire did hold Blair and me to gunpoint. That was a cold, hard fact. That was the most upsetting thing I have ever witnessed in my life. I played her words over and over in my head.

You know what you did.

Why would Claire ever want to kill me and Blair? We were her best friends. We had never – BLAIR?! She must have done something to her! Tell her lies about something I’ve said – she – it was her fault.

My feet sprung from the bed walking myself away from my room, down the stairs, out of the front door – my feet were stumbling forwards. It was all Blair’s fault! I found myself at Blair’s front porch. This was all her fault, this was all her fault, this was all her fault, I kept thinking intensely.

“Oh hello Ms. White,” Butler De Jana answered the door quietly bowing. “Are you looking for Mademoiselle Vaness?” I nodded my head calming down a bit. “Oh she just went to a bookstore with Butler Randolph. Would you like to wait in the living area for her?” I nodded my head and followed her through to Blair’s living room. “May, I get you anything to drink? Black coffee, perhaps?”

I shook my head and replied, “No thank you, De Jana, I only intend to talk to Blair for a little bit. It wouldn’t be proper to have coffee when I’m leaving so soon.” She bowed nodding her head and leaving me alone. “De Jana,” I addressed. She turned around and bowed again. “Since when does Blair read books?” I started to find it odd that she would be going to a bookstore…with her Randolph.

“Oh yes,” De Jana looked down and answered, “She has been acting quite differently lately. It is probably Gerard’s impact on things. Haven’t you noticed she’s become nicer and more pleasant to be around?”

“You know what? I’m going to be going now. The matters have been resolved.” I smiled walking out through the front door.

Change of impact? Yeah, right!

Hayley’s Williams P.O.V

“You realize it has only been three months since we’ve known Miss Hayley Williams?” Alice smirked. Zac nodded his head in agreement. “So she might be a killer? I mean she’s already done all these drugs and what not?”

I gave her a dizzy look. What was she trying to do to me? “Alice,” Zac persisted.

“What? Seriously, I mean her parents probably know about it too and do nothing about it.”

“I think I’ve been closer to being killed then to be killing someone else,” I disclosed with a strong impulse.

Alice sighed loudly. “Are we supposed to give you sympathy for that? You already have your whole family, don’t get greedy!”

“What do you mean?”

She rolled her eyes. Zac interfered, “Don’t mind her. She’s just becoming a little more hostile now that December is coming up and basketball tryouts are soon. Hey, Hayley! You should try out for the girl’s basketball team. You and Alice could be together all the time!”

“Who said anything about Hayley even into sports? She only likes drugs, remember?” Her words deepened into harsher words.

Zac grabbed her wrist and whispered something I couldn’t make out. I started, “Alice is right. I don’t like sports very much. But I am an excellent dancer. You know ballroom dancing? Alice, I could try teach you because you were quite uncoordinated at last Friday’s debutante rehearsal. You do realize the cotillion is tomorrow? Oh I forgot you have no one to go with!” I smirked.

“Hayley, that’s mean,” Zac spoke.

“Yes, I should be gentler to those who have never even been kissed.” I smirked again. I was definitely doing a good job at this.

“Alice, I have an idea! We can dress you up and show you up at the mall then so many boys will be coming to ask you out to the cotillion everything will be definitely splendid!”

Alice rolled her eyes and responded, “Thanks for your intentions but no guy says ‘splendid’ anymore.” She rolled them again.

“No, Alice, Zac’s right we could get Beth’s best friend Blair to dress you up. I mean look at how much she changed her? Maybe a miracle could happen!” I smiled replying rudely.

Zac shook his head. “That wouldn’t be fun! Let’s go buy you a dress, right now!”

“Sure thing,”

Project Drama [Part 40]

Recap: I love P.E!

"Zac, Josh - captains pick your teams, Josh goes first - six on each team, including yourself." The guy P.E teacher said...I don't know what happened to the girl.

Josh nodded his head picking out his players, "Gerard," he pointed, "Jessica," he winked at her, "Bob and Ray," and then he looked toward me, "Oh and Alice!" I got up going toward Josh's side and he whispered to me, "So glad you're in our gym class now. No offenses but you're really good so you can't go on Zac's team." I nodded and did a weird grin. I was happy to go on Josh's team...Hayley wasn't on mine.

Zac frowned. "Why'd you take Alice? You know she's really good!" Josh smirked and the guy coach rolled his eyes hurrying him up. Zac got the rest of the players (including Hayley) and they rushed to the other side. Zac's team got to serve first.

Amy was serving first and I was up to the front and Hayley was right beside me just on the other side of the volleyball net. I pushed Bob moving him to the other side so I was lined right up with Hayley. I smirked at her and she did the same. I looked over at Zac and he was just smiling at me...awe. Amy served nicely...too nicely it went over me and I bumped into Ray well I was backing up to slam the ball over the net so maybe if I'm lucky it'd go over it banging Hayley hardly in the head. Anyways, Josh ended up bumping it over the net.

Jessica was serving now and she wasn't as good so it was easy to slam over and hit Hayley. I chuckled a somewhat devilish chuckle. "Sorry, Hayles you were just...getting the way you know?" I smirked to myself. Her eyes were squinting and Zac went to ask she was alright but I just laughed to myself. Now Zac went to go serve it. "Back up," I pushed Ray back more. Zac was a good at volleyball...not as good as me, or Josh but good well fairly.

Zac served it very good, I was very, very proud...he looked really - nice well doing it. He did it so sly. A second later I found myself slamming the ball over the net but accidently hitting Katelyn. I came underneath the net apologizing but Pete took it from there. "PENALTY," the judge yelled.

"Focus, Alice..." Josh bugged me. Zac served again and I slammed it over very hard and this time it did slap Hayley's leg making her fall immediately. He gave me a hi-5. "So...you have a beef with Hayley?" Josh smirked widely. I rolled my eyes with a chuckle. Josh is such a loser... "Oh wait a minute I see what's happening," he said as he began to serve the ball as I rotated. "You," he got it ready, "like," he swung it over, "Zac!"

I stopped quickly. "WHAT?"

"Alice look out!" someone screamed I looked over and I could see the big white volleyball coming right in between my eyes. I opened my eyes and all I could see was a vicious Hayley, shocked Josh and an adoringly - no I mean a worried Zac.

Anabelle's P.O.V

"I'm going to be very stupid if we - you stop running," I noted with a half smile - half defense. He rolled his eyes and smiled not taking the 'will-you-ever-stop-running' jocular tone. "I mean even you are skipping a lot of school, doesn't that bother you? What about Gerard and Pete?"

He laughed. "School's old news," he said jokingly. "I do see Gerard and Pete but they seem like they have their hands full at the moment."

"And you're okay with everything that's happened?" I popped out the question I have been dying to ask him. It was so quick I didn't even realize it.

He hesitated and then turned around and continued to make a new macaroni salad. "No," he spoke quietly - it was barely a whisper. I didn't push the subject any further. "You don't eat very much...but you do love to sleep," he smiled.

I rolled my eyes. "That's all you've noticed?" I muttered.

"You brush your teeth on the other side of the toothbrush and then you use the brush to clean off the toothpaste from your teeth afterwards. You hate my driving and shake whenever you realize I'm accelerating 100-200. And we have the same love for Debussy, Morrissey, and The Smiths."

I nodded my head a little overwhelmed. But it helped it me in someway overcome my lost feelings for my friends and parents. Whenever I missed them all I'd have to do was get Joe's smile and the hole in my stomach was filled - overflowing.

"I still need to figure out everything...everything we have to deal with when we get back. Well, basically I just have to deal with...you."

I shook my head and replied, "Then you shouldn't be around kidnapping people." My sentence was half serious and half jocular.

"No, I mean the propinquity between us has to stay because with your hapless character - life at school isn't going to get any better about the whole kidnapping thing. Which I still don't trust you..."

I rolled my eyes and retorted, "Your nescience have been showing greatly in Palm Springs. Maybe you need to take me to New York and we'll get everything settled out."

"Do you want to go?" I shook my head quickly. He was just willing to sacrifice any hope for me? "We can in a heartbeat."

"Joe," I addressed quickly. "No, you need to figure out everything."

He nodded his head pouring the macaroni salad in two big bowls and handed me one. He gulped down it quickly, as I just took my time. "My mom found about the mafia thing with my father..." he started looking downwards. "She is now clinically depressed," his voice was definite. "But I can't take care of her right now. If I do, she'll just get hurt." This was about the first time I have ever saw Joe in this state. It somehow made me feel better.

"How is that?"

Joe answered pushing his macaroni salad aside, "Once she finds out that I was helping him and I kidnapped you...all of this will fly off the roof for her."

"Then...then don't tell her! Just comfort her. Like tell her your father just did it because he wanted his wife and kid to have a flamboyant life." He smiled nodding his head. "As for me," I started to smirk, "tell her I'm your girlfriend."

Joe smiled widely with his eyes widening. "R-Really?" He stumbled. I nodded my head. I did like Joe...I couldn't hide that fact. His face went acute. "But I still don't trust you..."

"Then let's go back to Newport! We can go see your mother." I said happily.

"You're so full of it."

*

"I can't believe we made it to Newport so fast...you need to learn to drive." I retorted. He rolled his eyes and I could feel the vibration of his hand shaking violently on my sweater. I put my hands over his. He looked at me wide-eyed. "Joe, everything will be alright eventually. We look pretty convincing so I wouldn't worry about it."

"Yes," he agreed opening the door quickly. We quickly met the maid. "Hello, Maid Sherry. Where is Mrs. Trohman?" She looked down and pointed towards the living room. He grabbed my wrist tightly and dragged me there. "M-m-mom...?" I slowly peeked into the living room and saw a beautiful women sitting down with her arms over her knees with black make-up dripping from her eyes and two knives right beside her with little bits of blood trickling down from her wrist. She looked exactly like Joe - just being a woman. Her hair was beautiful chocolate brown and her eyes were dark too. "Mother," he ran over to her lifting up her chin. His mom put her arms over his shoulders hugging him tightly. "Everything's going to be okay, never do this again!" He looked over on the mere table where a large wine bottle stayed smashed. "You can't drink with your anti-depressants!" Joe turned to me summoning me over.

Then we did exactly what we planned and I can't believe it worked so greatly. About two hours later I found myself sitting in Joe's baby room looking at his baby pictures with his mother. Yes, I was officially Joe's 'fake' girlfriend and we lied to her immensely. But I was glad because seeing anyone in that much pain would give you pain. "This was Joe when we first took him to the Amazon Amusement Park. He had so much fun with me and his cousin. Oh if you were with him, darling you two would be the cutest!" I smiled widely.

"I'm happy if he's happy and you too." She grinned happily giving me the biggest hug and a tear fell down from her face.

"I'm glad Joe has found someone so nice. He's always been the one to attract horrible young girls - girls so revealing."

I saw Joe come in through the door. I give him a thumb up...we officially pulled it off. He smiled coming over to us and giving us white tea. "Anabelle's parents are out of town, mother, Leila," he winked at me (Leila was his mother's name).

"Wait!" His mother stood up quickly backing away from the two of us. "Anabelle...is the girl from the news! She was kidnapped along with the Mischa girl who died and the Hayley girl."

I looked at Joe quickly and he gave me a terrified look. My expression was probably looking completely placid right now. We didn't think of this. "Yes!" Joe started. I looked at him confusingly. "That's how we met. I found her in a dark alley way. But she was too scared of facing the Newport News and her parents on her horrible experiments. So I took her to Palm Springs for awhile...and we got to know each other. But then I insisted on going back to Newport."

Leila nodded her head understandingly and then came and hugged me tightly. "I feel so bad for you, going through all that!" I nodded my head and smirking to Joe. "Well, we must all go to her parent's house and explain things. They can talk to the reporters and news people." I smiled to Joe and he looked down madly. 

But the truth was...I still wanted to stay with Joe. Of course I missed my home life, parents, Andy, Katie and more friends. But...I would lose Joe... 

"It's okay, even when she goes home...she'll still be over, very often and she's still under my watch and she's still my girlfriend." Joe explained putting his arm around my shoulders and tightly keeping me by him.

I was still locked with no control.

Sorry for not posting in ages. I don't expect comments anymore. o___O I don't like this new journal system either.

So I was thinking when Project Drama ended I wouldn't be doing a second season I'd probably just let it go. So I'm going to do a new story (I will still do PD) with new people, basically a whole new storyline!

I'm not sure yet the character names or anything just sign up and I'll pick people (basically everyone who signs up). I don't know if it'll be a fanfiction or not one...I want different bands. Even though I don't like All Time Low people seem to enjoy their fanficts and maybe The Academy Is...? Or just an original fanfiction.

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Project Drama [Part 39]

Recap: Yes, I liked Trohman.

Bethany’s P.O.V

“Hey, Alice do you know where Gee is?” She shook her head she seemed in a hurry and I could hear her crying when she got outside talking to somebody. I felt bad about not really caring about Alice’s feelings but we weren’t that close even though I’d been living with her about two months. I preferred Mikey because we’d talk about universities/colleges, bands and new TV shows. Alice barely talked to me she was caught up in her own world. “MIKEY! WHERE IS GEE?!” I called up the stairs.

“Beth, I’m busy,” he said coming down the stairs. “You should try at Blair’s or something. She went to see Emily in Juvie and she was pretty emotional after, trust me I heard her on the phone,” he stopped drinking out of the milk carton, “sorry, I’m really thirsty and all this homework and college preparing. It’s a bit disgusting I know, I always got mad when Gee did it.”

“So, he is at Blair’s?” I nodded my head almost ignoring everything he said. His expression completely changed almost ticked off. “Sorry, Mikey just…yeah, we’ll talk later. When are you going to see the college councilor?”

“Oh thanks, soon,”

“Sweet, got to go, bye,” I interjected running out the door with a medium-sized, circular-shaped purse. Blair had taught me well. I got into Sara’s yellow Porsche and drove to Blair’s. Mikey ended up being correct because Gee’s new Chevrolet was in the driveway and Ms. Vaness’.

I knocked on the door slightly and Gee did answer. “Hey, Beth…Bethany. Blair is in a bad state right now. Um, a really bad state. I’ve never seen her cry before, at all. She never cries! I’m really worried.”

I nodded my head. “I’ve never saw her cry before either. Did she just get back from the Juvie centre?” He nodded his head. “I don’t know…um,”

“The only thing I can think of is Jessica. But she wouldn’t like the idea of meeting her very much.”

“Don’t be so sure, Gee. They were both held at gunpoint, together and Emily is both of their friend also, Claire. So I think it’s quite inevitable.” I exclaimed.

Gerard nodded his head agreeing and he let me inside pulling out his cellular device on the way dialing in what I hope was Jessica’s digits. “Jess, hey, yeah. It’s me Gee. Uh, um…Blair. She’s crying. Yeah, she saw her. Did you? Why? Okay. Then never mind. Can you? Please? You need to see her. No, Bethany can’t. Please? Thank you,” and then he hung up.

“Maybe I should leave,” I stated. “Jessica’s coming over and I don’t want to stir up anything. She hates me…I’m sure.”

“Jess doesn’t hate you. She doesn’t hate anyone really. Maybe she just dislikes you a bit,” Gee frowned saying. “We should both go let them clear things up. Let’s just go for lunch.”

I gasped. Well, probably not in reality…hopefully I didn’t. That would be major embarrassing. “Y-yeah, sure.” I agreed automatically.

“Blair sweetie,” Gee called and he led me upstairs to the library room. She was lying in a pile of large ancient reading articles and thin rabbit-coloring novels. It looked very unusual. “This is horrible,” he whispered to me. “Jessica is coming.” Blair stopped crying abruptly but she didn’t say a rude comment or anything. She silently got up from her pile of books and walked to the next aisle and threw more books on the floor falling into them. “We’re going to leave,” he said kissing her on her forehead and she nodded.

It was perfect timing because right when we got out of the door Jessica showed up.
“Is she in there?” She asked quietly. We both nodded her head and in about ten seconds, not even enough to get to our cars we could hear Jess bawling. So we knew we left those two in the right hands.

*

Gerard and I took different cars because he came in his Chevrolet earlier so we just went into ours. We were going to go to Polar Palace an ice cream place nearby our home but we wanted to go for lunch. I’m not bragging or anything but we went to a very expensive steakhouse called The Keg. It was way better compared to the ice cream place and it was so nice inside. Nice flowing white lights went around the restaurant. But the waiters were very…hot. No, it was like all girls and they were all 20 Newport young step mom’s dating your 40-50 father.

“This must be really hard on Blair,” I started first making conversation. He nodded his head looking at the menu. “Your best friend wants to kill you and then your other best friend kills her. Did they find out why Claire wanted to like slaughter them?”

Gee shook his head putting the menu down. “Well, they think Emily was apart of a gang thing or something and maybe Claire. But they found Blair and Jessica innocent because they thought they might be apart of it but there was ten bodies found dead. Seven unidentified men, Kevin Trohman, Spencer Chamberlain, Tyson Ritter and Claire Miller. They think Emily killed of them.”

“Well, how stupid are they? Obviously she didn’t. She’s very small and skinny and I heard the guys were buff and Joe’s Dad and Spencer and Tyson?! She’s lucky she didn’t get killed. I think there is no way she could kill ten big people. No. It just doesn’t work.”

“Well,” he started.

“No, she didn’t do it. There is absolutely no evidence she killed any of them except for Claire.”

“She killed Claire! That’s horrible! That’s something nobody can forget! I’m glad she’s in Juvie I hope she gets sentenced murder and get’s sent early to prison or house arrest or something!” He replied rudely almost yelling his voice limiting the capacity of the room.

I looked down not replying and the waiter came with a sneer on her face, “Keep it down!” Then her face became a happy smile again. “What can I get you two? Our lunch steak combo for two?”

“House salad,” I told her dully.

“Same.” He said quieter looking down. She nodded her head taking our menu’s giving us our coke we asked beforehand.

“Sorry,” I spoke quietly still my head facing away.

“No, I should be. I shouldn’t have got mad…you could be right.” I shook my head. We didn’t say much after that it was just like a long moment rewinding and rewinding every minute and it never stopped. “So school starts tomorrow?” He tried to make conversation again. “Are you going?”

I didn’t reply thinking about it for a moment. We got a week break after what happened and the press got a hold of the story. I nodded my head and asked him, “Yes, are you?”

“Well, I think Sara will make us. She doesn’t want any of us missing school. She doesn’t get into the Newport Sun gossip does she?” I shook my head grinning at the thought he smiled. I felt the warmth and then I felt comfortable again.

I nodded my head. We got our appetizers from the Russian waiter and I tried to keep up the conversation so difficulty I said, “Alice has been acting weird lately.”

“Do you think something was going on with Blair?” He started totally ignoring my statement.

“Um…? No.” I answered awkwardly.

“Well, she seemed different at the Masquerade. I mean overall, she seems nicer…to anyone but Jessica that is well, was before all this occurred. What did the press say about Emily and Joe’s father?” Gee stated asking me too.

I shook my head thinking about it. There were so many different stories I didn’t know what to make of it all. “The major published story in the Newport Sun was that Emily was working in an undercover gang with a leader unknown. I guess Joe’s father was a victim of the gang. He got scammed or something and Emily was making him pay. Then Claire was trying to save them but Emily killed her. But Emily’s defense is that she saved Blair and Jessica because they were held at gunpoint from Claire.” I exclaimed the plot I read in Newport’s newspaper.

“Well, first of all, Claire wouldn’t hold her best friends at gunpoint.” He said firstly and then after a long moment quickly continued, “Secondly, Emily ‘saw’ Claire kill Tyson and when she ‘saw’ Claire try to shoot Blair and Jessica she immediately thought it was vengeance of some kind which is outrageous because I know for a fact that Blair and Jessica wouldn’t have done something that horrible to make their best friend almost shoot them!”

“Just their theory Gee…”

He prompted, “So then what was going on with Blair beforehand, guilt of some sort? She left the Masquerade earlier when she won the queen spot. I was just standing their all by myself until Josh mentioned to me she left early because she wasn’t feeling good and winning the queen spot at Madsen dances are really big to her and she wouldn’t let ‘being sick’ bring her down.”

“She did mention her father was staying home a lot and spending a lot of time with her. Well, her mother on the other hand usually stays home always goes out and leaves to Los Angeles and San Diego. But she never said anything more of it.” I disclosed.

Gerard did a small nod with a disorganized expression on his face. “That’s not like Frank to miss work. He hasn’t missed work for a good ten to eleven years. He’s a famous lawyer and private investigator…he never takes his mind of his cases.”

“Well, I’ve only seen his once. When I went to pick up Blair…he did look disoriented.”

“We should go over there and see what’s going on with Jessica and her.”

Alice’s P.O.V

“Can you two just talk? Everything is fine now. I’m back. Everything is all good. We can all go back to being best friends. You know like in the beginning?” Hayley carried threw. She just wouldn’t let Zac and I not be friends. “Ah, please?”

I rolled my eyes abiding, “Well, usually friends believe other friends.”

I could tell Zac was resisting but he blurted out quickly, “Usually friends don't lie/push other friends in their pool.”

“You’re kidding, right?” I sighed loudly at Zac. This was definitely all his fault, I thought to myself.

“OKAY YOU GUYS,” Hayley passed on the subject quickly continuing, “No more fighting! I had enough. What exactly are you fighting over, me? I’m back. It’s over!” Zac and I both started to mouth something but Hayley hushed us quickly. “First of all, Zac football season is over. You have volleyball season to worry about. Second of all, Alice there is no need to bring up the past.”

“AND get overly aggressive!”

“HA!” I rolled my eyes and started to dispute.

 “Overly aggressive?!”

Hayley disputed, “STOP! WHY DO YOU GUYS ALWAYS FIGHT?! Just slow down for a second and let me speak! Everything is over and down with!”

“NO,” I interjected and I stopped not knowing what to say and the words just slipped out of my mouth almost like I had no control over it, “YOU HAVE A BIG DRUG PROBLEM!” Hayley paused her eyes patrolling up. “I mean, like we need to get through it. Together.” I somehow hated Hayley at the moment but then I felt sorry for her too. I always hated Hayley since Zac and her started going out. It wasn’t jealously or anything…I don’t think so. No, why would I be jealous? Zac is just my best friend.

“SO SHE BRINGS UP THE PAST!” Zac screamed. It was so loud I had never heard Zac speak so loudly and so meanly…not even to Josh. I went completely speechless and silent. I put my face into my knees and I started sobbing. I kept replaying his response over and over again. I could feel their eyes just watching me. “I’m – I’m,” I could hear Zac’s quiet footsteps coming fast toward me. Then I felt his arms move my upper body up and he squeezed me pulling me toward him sitting me down on his legs. I tried to break him off me but he wouldn’t let go. I wrapped my arms around him too.

“It’s okay Zac…” Hayley said. I ignored her not letting him go. “She needs to stop bring up the past.” Her voice was annoying me. It was cutting into a pure spread of joy throughout my body. It was deleting the joy and making the happy consciousness start to release.

“I’m sorry,” Zac whispered. I slowly let him go with a smile and we both got up from the floor of the school’s library. We both ran to the center of our distance and I jumped on him giving him a friendly bear hug.

“We are never fighting again!”

He grinned widely and agreed, “Never!” I turned my head to see Hayley’s face and his reaction and I’m not even lying it was full of hatred. You made Hayley jealous! Ha, ha, ha, ha! “We should go to the arcade!” Zac celebrated.

“Free period should be over in,” the loud bell rang through my voice. “Now...”

Zac smiled widely. “This is great! Now that we all are in the same P.E class! It’s so great you changed your schedule, Allie!” I did a small grin. I hated P.E…so much! Now with Hayley…where did this hatred come from? She was just jealous because Zac liked me more. I smirked to myself at the thought.

We grabbed out text books. We were definitely all late but it was gym so we just had to change very fast. Hayley and Zac went one way (which worried me…for some reason) and I went the other running to our lockers quickly to put back our text books. They weren’t running just chatting about God-knows-what. Why was I so mad? I mean it’s not like we were fighting over Zac or something…I definitely wasn’t jealous.

When I got to P.E class I could see Hayley and Zac giggling together and then they separated. I hurried into the girls changing room. “Hayley,” I said with basically a fake smile. “I am so glad that Zac and I got over our little fight. I wouldn’t worry it was definitely not about you,” I emphasized some words, definitely ticking her off. I continued, “I mean why we would fight over you? It was just some emotional things we were going through.” I could see her facial expression change more then slightly. “It’s what people do when,” I thought of some more words to drive her insane, “they are so close you know? Or maybe you wouldn’t,” I grinned widely, “I’ve been best friends with Zac for a long time.”

I quickly threw on my clothes in a stall and nudged her in the shoulder with a very wide smile. I love P.E!

Project Drama [Part 38]

Recap: Emily with a gun in her hand.

Emily’s P.O.V

“Mrs. Karen, our lawyer, thinks she can get you out on self-defense. It’s just so stupid you’re in here. Can’t they let us have you until the hearing?” My mom rambled on. “Frank Vaness and Bakery’s are all going to hear about this! I could just imagine the press has a good copy. Listen, sweetie I need to tell you something a little unpleasant but you can’t get mad, okay?” I nodded my head. I’ll probably hear it anyway, I thought. “The policemen at the scene suspect it was you that killed the two boys and Kevin Trohman. They think you were in some gang squad that came from Idaho.”

“What?” I felt tears run down my face. “How could they think I killed them?” I shook my head. “Mom,” I whispered, it didn’t really matter if the social worker at my table heard me my voice was just too weak to carry on, “I saved Jess and Blair. Didn’t they tell you that?”

“Sweetie,” Jennifer (my mom) said quickly, “I haven’t heard from Jessica or Blair.” I cried more. “I’ll come and see you when I can. I’m just so busy Emily it’s hard to come visit you all the time in Juvenile Detention. I need to go hire a maid, take Amber to her ballet recital, and go pick your Dad up from the airport. I have to go though, sweetie, see you when I can,”

“Wait, did my Dad,” but she had already hung up.

A small, petite lady walked in the barred doors. She had jet black, choppy, short-cropped hair and beetle eyes with bright red lipstick, a black pencil skirt and a white collar shirt. “Mrs. Addison, there is visitor for Emily Morrison.” My social worker (Mrs. Addison) nodded. “Would this be her?” I nodded then. “Come with me, my dear,” the lady was exceptionally nice making small talk. “You’ll only get 5-10 minutes for visiting hours. But I’m sure we could arrange more time later. Then I’ll get Stewart to settle you into a room.” I nodded my head again.

“Who are they?” I spoke quietly shaking.

“Um,” she replied looking at a stack of papers she was holding in her hands shuffling them around repeatedly. She answered finally a particular white sheet of paper, “Blair Vaness, daughter of Frank Vaness.”

She put in a room where all the other delinquents were. I could see Blair and her hair straightened and brushed down with a pearl black headband and a white leather coat and white pair of jeans that were skinny at the bottom.

“Hey,” I greeted her sitting down at a table and motioned for her to sit. I smiled but she just looked completely glum. “Hi.” I repeated.

Blair looked down awkwardly and shuffled with a stack of playing cards in her hands. She dealed a game of 31 and was silent for a bit until her mouth opened at she whispered quietly, “I don’t know what’s good or bad anymore.” Her voice almost got louder each word. “Emily, y-y-you saved m-m-me,” Blair stuttered shivering, “Y-y-you k-k-killed Claire.”

I frowned unhappily. “Not you too…I had to, Blair, I had to. I didn’t want you and Jessica to die. She killed everyone. She killed Tyson. I saw her kill Tyson then hold you guys down at gunpoint.”

“Why would Claire try to kill us?”

“I don’t know,” I spoke truthfully. “She killed Tyson and she was about to kill you guys. I’m not letting that happening. Maybe she had an adrenaline rush or something and went too far.”

“Guard, I want to go,”

“Please Blair,” I pleaded, “You’re all I have left. My mom doesn’t believe me! I can see her disgusted face every time she looks at me! I saved you!”

Blair started to cry abruptly getting up, “I can’t believe you Emily, I just can’t right now. You and Claire are confusing me. I don’t know what was going on. I just know you killed Claire.” She looked down shamefully.

“She was trying to kill you and Jess! I couldn’t let her do that to you! She killed Tyson too! I don’t know what was going through her mind, I just know…I just,” I stopped starting to cry too and the next words that came out of my mouth were the A.B.S.O.L.U.T.E truth, “I just know I didn’t want to lose my best friends.” I stated and cried heavily. I got up, knowing I had to whatever I could to make her to believe me.

Blair came around the table putting her arms around me and squeezing me and tears fell on my shoulder. A long moment later she removed them. “I’ll come to your hearing.” Then she walked away. I couldn’t ask her anything else. She needed the answers more then I deserved or needed them. It hasn’t hurt that much knowing I killed Claire Miller. But I think now it has finally kicked in. I wanted to ask Blair where Jessica was and if she was coming to see me but for some reason it seemed too greedy. I got Blair. I killed Claire, my best friend. I was lucky enough I wasn’t already in prison. I was so lucky I was only sixteen going onto seventeen.

“Hello, Emily, it’s time to go see your room,” the little lady spoke coming to greet me again and I already knew something.

This was going to be the worst time of my life I have ever had!

Anabelle’s P.O.V

I already knew what had happened to Joe’s father, sort of. I didn’t bother to watch the news. The same thing happened to my father. He was shot. I definitely knew the vital signs.

“Joe, stop it, please,” I pleaded quietly. He was shuffling around with his black tie. “May I ask what this occasion is?”

“Death,” he responded sternly making no eye contact. “My father died.” He looked away awkwardly grabbing something in one of the many show cases.

“Somebody shot him,” I said truthfully and maybe a little more seriously then I’d hoped to take on which made Joe feel uncomfortable.

“My ex girlfriend,” he answered and sneered.

Emily Morrison?

Shut up!

My first intention was to start historically laughing but that didn’t seem to fit in the situation. Then I ended up with, “Emily Morrison?” I was pretty much speechless…his ex-girlfriend killed his father? Maybe there was a secret affair of some kind. “Then you have no use for me,” I spoke my voice quiet and cold almost sad.

I liked being kidnapped.

“What?” Joe questioned with his eyebrows up. I didn’t answer because I knew it was a question. “Uh no,” he answered, “you are definitely staying with me.”

“No use, even I can see that. I could tell the whole world and all you’d do is run away and come for piece by piece.” I replied dully.

“If I run away you do too. So just remember,” he came out of the shoe closet coming close to the bed I was lying on (constantly) and continued, “Wherever I’m going,” he got closer, “you’re going.” He cradled my face and watched my eyes closely. “I can’t leave though. They’d understand and they’d be too prepared when I, we run away and I they’d keep a close eye on me and I’d have to keep a close eye to him.”

I stopped. “You honestly want to run away your whole life? You don’t take anyone else’s feelings into consideration? I like you and everything Joe I just can’t run forever.” I stopped again knowing I slipped some things out…a big thing.

“You do?” That’s all he cared about and all his ears wanted to hear. He grinned. “Well, we’re not running away. We definitely have to take trips every now and then but don’t worry about anything else.”

*

“Los Angeles?” I tried. He shook his head. “How are you so calm with all this? Isn’t it a bit too overwhelming? Would your Dad want you to keep me on a lockdown?” I asked frequently.

His expression changes almost every few seconds usually solemn, smirk or a smile. “No, he would’ve demolished you all ready.” Joe smiled with his teeth so I’m taking that was just dark humor.

“Demolished? That’s a really aggressive term.”

“We’re going to Palm Springs,” he ignored my question starting on something else. “My dad booked out a hotel room for the three of us and probably you,” he smiled, “so I told my mom I needed to get away for a bit. You know like stop talking about my Dad?” I nodded my head.

“Yes, sorry. I just like to know things…”

“I’ve noticed.” Joe smiled not bothering to look at me. He accelerated to 90 and it bothered me. I hated his driving. He went too fast and it always made me feel sick after a car ride and we usually go out of Orange County or outside of Newport. “Isn’t this hard for you?”

“What?” That was a dumb questioned.

“Well, I’m technically the only person you see everyday and all the maids, butlers, hotel managers, keepers, valet parking attendants. I mean parents or your friends?”

“Yes, but I don’t have a choice.”

Then he was silent and I realized the conversation had dropped. He put on some quiet Debussy and we were pretty quiet the rest of the way. I slept on and off. Joe didn’t tell me when we were here I just realized it because he ended up picking me up over his shoulders and laying me in a very comfortable bed. Then I was definitely unconscious after that.

*

“Wake up,” he whispered. I opened my eyes abruptly to find Joe lying right next to me holding my face so he could analyze it somehow. “I made salad and pasta. But you look very tired. I should just,” He got up.

“No, please stay here? I had a nightmare,” I interrupted. “Please?” I pleaded. He laid back down beside me putting my arms around his waist. I didn’t really know what this was. We were friends. Even though I confessed something to him but I don’t know what he thought it meant. Like the friend way or the other way? I was too tired to ask any other questions I just nestled my head in the middle of his shirt burying it underneath the blankets.

“Good-night,” he kissed my forehead and I defiantly fell asleep after that. Yes, I liked Trohman.

I should post soon. I'm really getting into it. I didn't really like Anabelle's P.O.V but I hope Jess does anyways. I mean Joe's father just died shouldn't he be more sad? ...Well, I can't change it now. XD Buzz.
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Project Drama [Part 37]

Recap: For a clue…

Claire’s P.O.V

“Hi,” I rolled my eyes. “I’m not supposed to be talking to you.” I chuckled at Jessica. She squinted her eyes. ‘Huh,’ she said dully. “You AND Blair have been getting on my nerves lately.”

“Claire, I am just trying to ignore Blair and stuff and I don’t see how you and Emily should be involved with our fights because Blair has obviously taken this way too far. She told to Gerard that he had to make Josh break up with me! Well, she failed!” She shot.

I sighed. “I don’t want to hear about it. You guys are so annoying. Emily has been getting on my nerves too. She thinks I’m somehow afraid of Spencer Chamberlain. Seriously, what is up with that?” I just walked away after I responded to her petty comment.

I felt a breath on my neck I stopped annoyed. Sorry, Jessica I just don’t want to deal with Blair’s and your bullshit right now, I thought to myself.

“Hello, Claire,” a whisper warmed my back and ear. I turned around suspiciously. It wasn’t Jessica. “You look frightened.” Spencer. What brilliant timing?

“I’m not,” I sneered.

He nodded his head. “Okay then?” Now he was uncomfortable. I think…he was invincible, emotionally. “Sorry, did I catch you at a bad time?”

“No, I’m sick of Emily saying I’m scared of you. You’re just some (probably not rich) guy who came from a shit hole!” I snapped fiercely.

“What?”

I laughed and continued, “You know what I mean Spencer. It’s just so annoying they think they finally have something over me. Nothing. I’m still Claire.”

Spencer nodded his head. “Right, you’re right,” he turned me around putting his hands around my waist.

“What are you doing?” I said surprisingly quietly.

“Nothing,” he whispered in my ear kissing my neck. “Nothing at all,” he lied and started squeezing me and pulling me somewhere.

I hope to God a hotel room.
No, I hope he gets the heck off me.
I want him to pull me away, and I don’t want it to be because of Pete.
No, he doesn’t own me, and I don’t even like him!

My conscience kept pulling me different places. Nevertheless, I let Spencer do it all. Oh and I did end up in a hotel room.

“So you,” he spoke quietly, “are,” through kisses, “scared of me.”

I giggled denying, “No, that’s what everyone thinks.”

A big bang came our eyes shot open. The only thing I could think of was, ‘Jessica or Blair.’ They couldn’t see me –

“ARE YOU CLAIRE MILLER?” A menacing voice spoke. It was a large man, African-American with a black mask over him. I looked at Spencer and stupidly he nodded his head. I hit him lightly on the head giving him a what-the-hell kind of look. The guy ran over grabbing my hardly on my forearm but then picked up me and put me around his shoulder.

“HEY!” I could hear Spencer’s voice. “THAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” The man carrying me roared grabbing Spencer by the neck almost dragging him.

*

I couldn’t see anything for the next half hour. It was mostly all darkness. I just know Spencer had a tight grip on me. His arms were cradling me. We were in a storage closet or something…I’m not even sure.

A light came on abruptly and it hurt me eyes and I rushed into Spencer chest hiding my face away.

“Well, isn’t this cute. Fairly annoying though don’t you think? I thought the parents in Newport Beach were quite drama-filled but these teenagers. Oh wow.”

“What are you talking about?” I heard Spencer mumbled. I got pushed by a strong hold and I opened my eyes adjusting them to the bright light. We were in a storage closet. The menacing man who took us before had Spencer by both arms.

A ringtone came on it was Spencer’s…it was ringing when we went into a hotel room. The man talking to us (it was so bright I couldn’t see him very well) had his immediate attention to the cellular device.

“It’s Tyson!” Spencer yelled. He stopped, knowing immediately he shouldn’t have said anything.

“Thank you.”

I didn’t even hear the noise. It was too much for me too handle. I just know I immediately started sobbing quietly.

“Well, he’s gone,” the man said. Spencer he was dead… “Answer the phone. Why don’t you talk to this Tyson guy for us, Miss Miller?” I didn’t even ask how he knew me name…he definitely had his ways.

I grabbed the cell phone and I freaked out I didn’t know what else to say. I just screamed telling him that Spencer was dead…calling the police. It was the most stupid thing I have ever done. I told him I was in a storage closet and he said he was coming…and I think they wanted me to do that.

“Excellent.”

How did they even know what he was saying?

I continued to sob right after that. I couldn’t handle just sitting there watching Spencer’s dead body lay on the floor. Dead. He was dead. I couldn’t even grasp the meaning. Spencer Chamberlain was dead. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Oh were not. I believe your friends Jessica White and Blair Vaness did it, they are your friend’s right?”

“What do you mean?”

The man chuckled coming out of the only darkness in the room and my eyes didn’t need to adjust to the image.

It was Joe Trohman’s father.

“They’re just pretty greedy and disrespectful teenagers aren’t they, Claire? You know the missing girls on the news Anabelle Hurley and Mischa Barton? Mischa Barton was found dead if you didn’t read in the newspaper…if you even do read.” Mr. Trohman chuckled to himself. “They both killed her. What a tragedy…and Mischa is somehow connected to us,” he implied the large guys all around him, “we were trying to get Hayley Williams but my son did some mistakes…you know him right, Joe? I believe you dated his best friend.” He smiled showing his teeth and then continued, “But we didn’t get Hayley Williams because Jessica White and Blair Vaness killed Mischa and let Hayley go. Let out some bad news to the press. They connected you to the situation and I really wouldn’t like to do this,” he ruffled with something shiny that reflected in the mirror. It was a knife. I didn’t even need to see it.”

“CLAIRE, ARE YOU IN THERE?!”

Mr. Trohman smiled. “Right on cue,” he agreed to some guys comment.

I didn’t say anything but I got made to squeal a yes and tell him nobody was in here.

“I’M COMING IN!” A man slowly stepped to the door opening it for him. “I COULDN’T CALL THE POLICE THE RECEPTIONIST SAID THE LINES WERE DOWN AND THE RECEPTION ON CELLS DON’T WORK ON THE BEACH SOMEHOW!” He hollered.

“Do you know him?” Mr. Trohman said and the African-American menacing man grabbed Tyson and Tyson looked at Spencer and I started crying. His face…I could never forget it.

“There’s someone outside the door,” some man panicked sort-of.

“Well, look!”

The man followed the instructions and looked outside but came in unsuccessful and I there was my shot. I grabbed the gun that was unoccupied from the menacing man that went to look outside. Stupidity. I aimed it at Mr. Trohman and I shot it. I didn’t think about it at all. I just did it. The sense of power and adrenaline ran through my weak body.

Surprisingly, none of the other man had any other weapons. I aimed it all of them. Tyson looked completely shocked and his cries stopped. “Leave, all of you. Your boss is dead. You all know now what I’m capable of.” None of them listening but I shot them all. Except for the one who was holding Tyson? He left very scared. He was skinny one anyways.

“Claire, you…”

“Shut up,” I interjected. “Stay right there,” I had the gun aimed at him as he dropped to the ground.

“Claire I have been looking all – what are you doing?” Blair.

“Claire I can’t believe – Blair – wait – Claire? What are you doing?” Jessica.

“I’m going to have the most fun time of all.”

“What are you doing?” Jessica asked backing away grabbing Blair’s arm. “What are you doing, Claire?”

“You know what you did,” tears dropped down in my eyes.

“HELP!” Tyson squealed from the room. I held up the gun in the storage room and I shot him. Then I put the  I put my hand up holding them both at gunpoint. Tears fell but I knew what I was doing.

Bang. A big jolt of pain shot through me, dark red blood splattered to the all over me and I fell to the floor. The only image I could see was…Emily with a gun in her hand.

Project Drama [Part 36]

Recap: It wasn’t time.

Katelyn’s P.O.V

Thump. I ignored it. Thump. Thump. I turned around shifting my eyes to the windowpane. I saw Pete’s dark eyes in the dark background of the trees and vibrant sunset.

“Katie, come out,” his whisper radiated.

I got up from my desk (browsing on my laptop) to the window and stood their silently looking at him unbearably and then opened the hatch quietly. “Um…Pete, what are you doing here?”

“I want you to come to the Halloween dance.”

His voice tore out a ringing questionnaire in my mind. Then I felt like I didn’t hear him clearly and shook my head. “Why?” I questioned feeling it was obsessive need to.

“Um, no answer…” he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “Can you just come, with me?” I looked at him blankly and then shook my head automatically. “Please, Katelyn? We might as well go…”

“I can’t I’m – I’m not aloud.”

“What? Wait why not?” He asked his eyes squinting.

“And anyways, I can’t go to the Masquerade. I just don’t belong there. I haven’t even been to one since grade nine.” I continued. “Anabelle is missing and my parents don’t want me to be missing and you know my mother suddenly just disappeared…they suspect things.” I exclaimed more clearly.

“Please just come with me,” he pleaded. “Haven’t you ever snuck out before?” I didn’t reply. “It’s easy. Just slowly come out of the window.” I sighed. “Come here,” He instructed and I just stood there. “Please?” and his eyelids turned liquid and his face stopped sighing down.

“Yes, ok, ok, fine.” I finally agreed and a smile rose from his face and I couldn’t help but smile back.

He stopped lying down so he could look at me more clearly. “I’m very persuasive as you can see so we’ll do this the other way I didn’t intend to do. How about you go get dressed and I’ll meet you at the doorway.”

“Get dressed? At the main doorway?” he nodded his head leaving me to it. I looked down at my navy-colored jean-ripped shorts and tank top.  “I don’t even have any costumes!”

First instinct: Anabelle. Nope. Second instinct: Beth or *Bethany. Nope. Third instinct: I don’t even have a third instinct.

“Katie, dear, someone’s at the door,” Andrea said almost quietly so she wouldn’t wake up Chris. “You know you’re not aloud to have friends over. So why are you inviting company?” Then I could hear Pete’s persuasive voice twist and I ran into Andrea and Chris’s room (Chris fell asleep in the guest room –it had the most comfortable bed-). I ended up not going as anything just wearing a short cropped black flimsy dress and she had matching black heels to go with it. I didn’t feel too good about going into Anabelle’s room and taking her white mask for the Masquerade because she was planning it for awhile. [http://www.instablogsimages.com/images/2008/02/06/tara-subkoff-black-dress_5965.jpg] [http://www.unitedmask.com/Masks/images/Fancy_white_Masks_VX6150ST.JPG] I was just a little bit mad that it wasn’t a REAL Halloween costume, because I knew for a fact nobody would actually wear a costume. “Katelyn…” And I knew the voice so I was ready to go…I put on last touches and found accessories that I would probably never wear before in Anabelle’s room. I peeked through the corner and I could see a small connection between Andrea and Pete and he saw my eyes peeking and smiled. “You can go out…” she rolled her eyes. I smiled running down the glass staircase.

“Thank you, thank you,” I kissed her forehead grabbing Pete’s hand. He laughed. “That didn’t take very long…you are persuasive.”

“Well, I did get you here,” he chuckled agreeing. “I might say you look very…ravishing?” I giggled. “Sorry I was trying to be a gentleman.” I rolled my eyes with a small smile.

He was literally a dream.

My hand was clasped in his and neither of us bothered to let go. I don’t know how sudden or fast this was but we both seemed to let it go. It all started with a small party I got dragged in to by Anabelle and Andy with a little help from Beth and Gerard after Gerard coaxed her into it and then Rochelle I think made it really happen although I needed to find out answers but she left. “So…is Claire going?” He nodded his face turned into almost a solemn expression but it soothed into a calm sincere one. We were in the car by this time. It was a very nice one but the attractiveness wasn’t concerning me.

“Don’t worry about her. She’s the past. I literally do not know why I dated her. There is nothing to her…you know I just got made into it. She was apart of the Blair-Jessica-Emily thing going on and most of my friends having dated all of them so I was pressured into dating Claire. It was terrible…”

“So why did she break up with you?”

His eyebrows furrowed up and his eyes immediately squinted quickly questioning, “What? What do you mean? I broke up with her.”

“That’s not what she said to everybody. ‘I just couldn’t take his constant jealousness. It was especially cheesy when he kept constantly crying after. He just wouldn’t stop…’” I quoted her.

“I broke up with her…for reasons that are seriously obvious.” I nodded my head and by that time we knew that this conversation was over.

He started with a new topic but it seemed to not come over all the tension in the (I think black or dark grey) car. “I really shouldn’t be going to this thing. I’m not really liked by everybody. Blair, Emily, now Beth and especially Claire…”

Pete chuckled the corners of his lips turning up into a small smirk or grin. “Forget about them…you look beautiful.”

“I know you told me,” I touched his nose giggling he laughed. I remarked, “And you are looking very handsome, Pete.” I giggled again. We pulled up at the Harrison Hotel. “And now were here,” I sighed quietly but he heard it.

“It’ll be fine. If things get bad…we’ll go to Starbucks or stay on the beach away from the drunken teenagers. But you know the beach might be pretty packed.” It was only 6 and people were piling on the beach, mostly boys. We went into the hotel and there was way, way, way more people then on the beach in front of the hotel. I didn’t know who any of the girls were…hence the mask idea. But most revealed when talking to me because I didn’t bother to put mine own…Pete already knew what I was wearing. “I saw Josh outside I’m going to get him and ask where everybody is. I’ll be right back, don’t be so tense.” He smiled and fingers slipped away from me and he took off his jacket part of his outfit and now he just wore navy-colored jeans and a brown shirt on. All the other guys were wearing tuxedos.

Blair’s P.O.V

“She’s here,” Bethany whispered. “She took off her mask and she’s not wearing it.” I nodded my head calmly looking around. “Over there,” Bethany pointed out. I saw her. The long technically frizzy hair and not pretty blue eyes and she were wearing the most grotesque dress ever. Seriously, brown? Shit brown? It went up too high. Her knees seriously…she couldn’t even pull it off. Claire did flawlessly but not her nope not her…she was annoying me so much. Her shoes were seriously two month’s ago Marc Jacobs. Trust me anyone with REAL fashion would know that.

“She should get a better dress if she wants to be someone,” I remarked rudely. Bethany and a low monotone Claire chuckled.

“Oh just ignore Jessica, Blair. Don’t even look at her…” Emm spoke coming from behind a bunch of jocks on the football team celebrating their winning season. Nobody was really into football anymore now that volleyball season was starting which was way bigger in Newport Beach because of all the volleyball netted beaches.

“I’m trying,” my voice struggled. “I need tea…I’ll be right back.”

I got around to all parts of the lobby and they had NO Tea. I ended up yelling to Rayna and Rheagan about it but they understood why I was so mad, really.

Two large hands came and covered over my face and my immediate reaction was a terrified one and I ended up throwing them off of me immediately. I turned around looking at whoever it was fiercely. “Oh hi, Gee, sorry.”

“Ouch,” he winced.

I pecked him lightly on both sides of his cheeks and then on his lips. “Sorry Gee I seem over-paranoid. I thought Jessica had nobody to go with you know since her and Josh got back together. It seems she came along.”

“Well, actually…” I looked at him puzzlingly and I squinted violently. “Josh didn’t break up with her…” My eyes widened and he stopped me before I could react putting his hand on my curly brown hair softening it. “Yes, I know you wanted them badly to break up but I think you just need to let whatever you two are arguing about go. It’s petty and foolish and my little Blair can do better.”

“So then Gee are we getting a hotel room together tonight?” I changed the topic. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and mumbled a low, ‘Um…’ I continued, “So I wouldn’t be getting in my business. If you change your mind you can text me!” I walked away angrily pushing through anybody who got in the way until I finally got to someone strong enough to knock me over.

That pushed me over the limit. “Sorry, I am so sorry,” I heard a voice mutter.

I jumped up looking around so no one saw and thank God the music was too loud and I, Blair have finally not caused a big commotion. “SERIOUSLY, YOU CAN REALLY HURT-,”

“Of course it’s you,” he rolled his eyes. Frankie… “You shouldn’t be pushing into people like that! Literally, Blair you are just asking for it!”

“Well, you shouldn’t push people back then! No, I’m having a bad day and it’s Halloween and I don’t need to get bumped into so hardly!”

“You know what I’m happy I pushed into you so hard! You very well deserved it! Seriously, Blair I heard you have a new little toy you can influence to do your own dirty deeds!” Frankie snapped.

I sighed heavily. “You know what you should shut up Bethany isn’t a little toy she was actually a friend…”

“Yeah, so before she was in your little clique she was your friend? I think not. I think she was your own personal homework buddy! You know what I’m not doing anything for the squid project! Nothing…absolutely nothing!” His voice seemed almost violent.

“You know what? YOU SHOULD SHUT UP!” I finally blown up pushing him.

“I should shut up? MAYBE YOU SHOULD SHUT UP!” He pushed me harder.

A hard voice spoke, “Maybe you should both shut up,” and I stood beside Frankie looking up at a huge, muscular Security Guard. He pointed toward the lobby doorway. “Out, now! Both of you!”

“BUT I’M BLAIR VAN-,”

He interjected fiercely, “I DON’T CARE WHO YOU ARE! GET OUT! NOW!”

I sighed quickly walking out through the lobby door and I could hear feet thumping behind me…those annoying little footsteps.

“GOOD GOING IDIOT! YOU KICKED US OUT!” I hollered my voice now louder outside. It was somewhere around 8 now and there was still a bit light the sunset almost gone.

“I GOT US KICKED OUT? YOU’RE THE ONE WHO STARTED THE YELLING!”

I pushed him more, “YEAH RIGHT LIKE I DIDN’T HAVE A REASON NOT TOO!” He rolled his eyes his eyebrows completely furrowed together and his face fire red and his eyes shot daggers. “YOU THINK YOU’RE SO SMART BUT REALLY YOU’RE JUST THIS GAY EMO KID FROM A RICH FAMILY!”

“Yeah, ‘cause you know your richer then me. YOU THINK YOU’RE SO RICH AND POPULAR BUT IN REALITY YOU’RE JUST A COMPLETE SNOB! YOUR PARENTS ARE BASICALLY IN DEBT!”

I stopped. His eyes stopped looking at mine and he looked down abruptly. “Wait, what?” I questioned confused.

“Um, nothing.”

“In debt?”

“Nothing…I wasn’t supposed to slip out. I’m sorry for saying that. It’s not true.” But for some reason I could see the truth in his eyes and I knew for fact he was lying. “I’m sorry. You aren’t a snob…” he said apologetically.  “Really sorry…” he continued trailing off into a deep, worried stare, “You are very popular…way more popular then me in every way. I should envy you.”

I could see in his eyes he was throwing fake words at me. “Tell me, please,” I said almost begging but my face and voice was completely calm, serious and a little bit off guard.

“I am sorry…really,” he spoke promising.

I nodded my head. “Me too, you aren’t emo…that’s just a stupid label. You are smart too…really smart. If I didn’t have you for a Biology partner my life would be over.”

“More,” he smirked.

“Hey, you’re talking to me here that am very nice for somebody like me.” I laughed and he did his chuckle but it wasn’t as weird and light as before. He sat me down on the sand. “Can I…can you…what do you mean?”

He mouthed something but then snapped it shut. “I just nothing…actually I think I should start leaving. I promised my parents I would do this thing. I will um…bye.” He said getting up quickly waving good bye with a worried grin and I couldn’t get anything out by then.

I opened up my cell phone. “Hi, Beth? Yeah, leaving now. Tell Gee I’m not mad at him…just I have to go.” I called a cab quickly after leaving back to my empty house. It would’ve been easier to have my car. But I thought I would be drinking. Well, that didn’t happen, did it?

When I got home I searched around the house. For a clue…

Just on Christmas Eve. In Project Drama Christmas will be right after this Halloween shit going on. Lmao. ;D I'm a little slow on that.

Project Drama [Part 35]

Recap: I am not getting married to Josh Farro!

Anabelle’s P.O.V

I woke up. My head was spinning. It was always spinning! I couldn’t grasp it all still…yet. I had a million questions to ask. But if I asked them it seemed as though I wouldn’t get answers. Joe was the only lead I had.

“Finally up again,” he chuckled.

“I need to leave this room. It’s getting insane.” I told him shaking my head pulling out my ponytail. “I keep having headaches.”

He nodded his head agreeing, “Okay.” I looked at him confusingly and my expression was all I needed to say. “You could have just asked.” Joe chuckled again.

*

When I thought I had a moment to run away I could see his shadow darkening mine. He chuckled seeing my expression. “Perhaps, you’d like some coffee?” He tried. I nodded my head carefully grabbing the coffee he armed me. I wasn’t about to touch his hot fingers…I’ve been through that before. His hand went over my forearm where my white wool sweater was so I didn’t feel his fingers or anything.

We were walking somewhere through the hot air of California. He wasn’t being careful. We were in public walking together so at any moment somebody (police) could come up and shoot him and take me to a much safer place but he didn’t seem to be cautious. His interest was on the beautiful blue ocean as we were walking by the road and bridge. “Let’s go swimming,” he decided looking down below from the bridge. “I’ll meet you there.” He smiled looking down below. “Or do you want to jump with me?” He offered. He was going to jump into the water. It was like he was almost giving me the chance to run away.

“What do you mean?” I basically understood clearly so there was really no need in asking.

“I’m jumping in. You can go around the bridge.”

But no matter how much I wanted to run away from him (because I could at any moment) my body wouldn’t let me. I had to stay with him. It’s almost like he knew I wouldn’t leave… “Um…” he chuckled. Then Joe started to stand on the bridge top. He bent down and put his hands around my waist pulling me up beside him on the bride top. I overlooked the ocean below me.

“Are you sure?” He tried but he already knew the answer. I didn’t even bother replying. He clasped his fingers between mine and then we both let our feet slip. I couldn’t feel his hot fingers on mine when we fell into the water. It was a split second we could feel the air against our skins. It felt almost amazing to be free. Even though I wasn’t really free…basically trapped in Trohman’s world.

We both opened our eyes in the water looking at each other and you could see his smile clearly. He held both of my hands (intertwined in his) and we flew up breathing in air. I could here is velvet chuckle and he sprung my hands over his neck and I gripped it as he carried me through the water and into the shore and laid me on the sand. He was only wearing skinny pants (not jeans) and I was wearing a skirt so nothing heavy. He basically already saw my under garments (when I am wearing them and when I’m not). I sat up putting my hands over my knees and looking at the sand on my feet. Joe sat beside me looking somewhere else.

We both sat their on the dry warm sand looking at the pale blue sky and white-coated clouds. The sun went west leaving us to look clearly at the clouds. There was nobody really at the beach. No surfers or wake boarders just a family of four twenty yards away.

Joe and I sat their silently for a good ten minutes just lying down on the sand close together. Our hands were still clasped tight together (I wouldn't really let go of him). “Let’s go,” he picked me up and hung me around his back running. We went to back to Joe’s red Nissan that we parked outside of Starbucks. It wasn’t a far walk (he carried me anyways) just about four blocks. I didn’t want to ask where we were going but it sort of frightened me when I saw the “Exit Newport Beach” sign and I turned my head seeing, “Welcome to Newport Beach.” We were going out of town somewhere. He was going pretty fast too.

“Where are we going?” I finally decided to ask.

He answered lightly, “Los Angeles, of course.” Joe smiled laughing.

“I’m not even going to ask…” I told him. He laughed shaking my leg and continued on the road.

He stopped speeding when we got out of Orange County. In small towns he sped just for the thrill. “So ask me something,” he told me quizzically.

“What do you mean?”

“Ask me something,” he spoke simply. “There are probably a million questions you are dying to ask me. So ask me them.” He saw my expression and continued, “Even though some don’t require an answer.”

“How come I’m with you? How come I can’t go home? How come were going to L.A? How come you let Hayley go and not me?” I wondered (finally out loud).

I expected to hear a chuckle but he just grinned. “Umm…you have to be with me. You can’t go home. L.A is better then Orange County. We tried to let you go but you basically came to me running back.” He laughed after. “More descriptive?” I nodded. “Well, you have to stay with someone besides people you know or like,” he laughed more, “so I wanted you. You can’t go home because you know more then the rest. Mischa is dead (by accident don’t be mad) and Hayley was released but she doesn’t know anything. I feel like L.A today. Orange County has too much drama. Basically already answered question four and yeah, I just like swimming.” He laughed more. “Do you have anymore?”

“How come Hayley, Mischa and I were even taken away? Why? Why did this happen to us?”

He nodded his expression dead solemn. “Like I said before some questions don't recquire me to answer.” I didn’t reply. I left it at that. As much as I wanted an answer I knew he wouldn’t answer.

“We’re here,” he announced. We stopped at the most amazing house I’d ever saw.

It was glass.

It was all made of windows and glass. There was a big river in front of it full of big large fish that swam in them. They started to jump high (so I could see them).  He carried me again through the house and everything was basically a neon orange and aqua. Joe put me down on the orange counter. He peered in the fridge and pulled out orange juice.

“So we’re just staying here? Don’t you have school?” I muttered.

He nodded his head in response. “Yes, but the Halloween Masquerade isn’t going to be that amazing.” I looked down with a frown. That was the only thing I was looking forward to. “Don’t worry Anabelle, it will honestly be the most horrible, boring thing Madsen would do. They have one every year. Besides, everyone goes to Tijuana today to meet some author guy…he wrote Hannibal Rising or something. I was barely there for half of the English classes.”

I has more confidence now that Halloween Masquerade was going to be a total failure and I only just transferred to Madsen so little time ago so I wasn’t supposed to do the whole Hannibal Rising thing in English class.

Our day mostly just consisted of lounging around. We did mostly everything together. Joe gave me a lot of freedom. Seriously, if I wouldn’t to some how run away I would definitely be able to but I had this feeling that I just couldn’t. I basically stayed with him throughout the day clinging to him at his every move. I helped him cook, clean and we watched a lot of T.V it was unbelievable. We critiqued everything on T.V and only settled for Infomercials. Joe and I were inseparable in the weirdest way. It seemed as though it couldn’t be as any other way.

I had to stay with him, at all times.

Rheagan’s P.O.V

“So…I don’t get it. I dress up in some fancy Kelvin Klein dress and then put a matching mask on so nobody knows it’s me?” Rayna tried.

I rolled my eyes. “No. Yes. You wear a fancy dress and put on a mask to hide your identity and then you have to wait for your prince charming. But that’s only if you get through the trip today. You go to Tijuana then you can go to the Halloween Masquerade.”

“So this is at our Dad’s hotel…the one right beside the beach. We could have a total party! Like hotel rooms for us all and then we can get like mega drunk at the beach and come back to them!” It probably took her forever to think of that…and I blamed myself for giving the time to make up her mind if it was excellent plot or not.

“Can’t you just drop me off at the local club or something?” Her voice trailed off looking away in the black Volvo.

I shook my head. “Dad wanted us both to do this. It’s a very mind-changing experience, Rayna. You really need one. Maybe you’ll get a life-changing experience that’ll do us all a favor!” She rolled her eyes chuckling.

We were a bit late when we arrived to school but it was okay. It was Halloween today and it was a Friday so today was supposed to be a really good day. I did really like the Hannibal Lector series so I was pretty beat so meet Thomas Harris. But something inside of me felt numb.

I could see a bad picture on the front lawn of Madsen. (I could immediately spot out my ‘posse’). I laughed to myself of the emphasized word. Alice was clutching Bella tightly and Hayley was in between Alice and Zac. The two looked very annoyed at each other. Then Nicole was right beside Zac miserably talking to Patrick.

When I parked in student parking Rayna hopped out immediately running toward Emily, Blair, Bethany and Claire. Nicole and Patrick met me at the doorway entrance (by a numerous number of texts). Both looked severely pissed off.

“I never saw you after Rayna’s party at your hotel! What happened?! I couldn’t find James either. He better not be hurting you,” Patrick challenged.

I giggled and I questioned what he meant. “Yeah, I was – we were trying to get a hold of you all weekend! I need to talk to you about Josh. Yeah, what happened to James and you after? You don’t want to end up like I am…”

I giggled again but this time at Nicole and Patrick. “Nicole do not worry. We can defiantly talk and Patrick no, he’s not hurting me. We’re actually just getting more serious.” I responded.

They tried to talk but I immediately hushed them and we walked over to where Alice, Hayley, Bella and Zac were. I didn’t even want to ask what happened to Alice and Zac because they were not obviously talking. Nevertheless, Bella ended up explaining the whole story to me and Hayley was just trying to talk to them both but nobody would say much to her.

All of the English students were waiting impatiently outside of Madsen on the front lawn in the courtyard everywhere. I was thanking God when the buses finally arrived. I ended up sitting with Nicole and Patrick the seat in front of us. I heard the whole story of Nicole and Josh getting locked in the closet. I thought it was all faith in someway. They can’t just accidently get locked in. Not possible…

Patrick was just too over-worried about James and me and for the most part of it I thought he was scared he was going to lose his best friend. He didn’t trust James and I thought that was very rude but his morals were good in a way and I thanked him the very much that he’d even think of the future.

As for James and me…I ended up making Nicole move up to Patrick so I could talk to my James. It was almost like all the times I’d talk to any of my friends just way more romantically involved. He made me a mixed tape and showered me in kisses the whole way there. When we were looking around Tijuana I was basically only looking at him. His short dark brown hair and smoldering pure green eyes…they were pretty breath-taking. It was amazing that I didn’t buy an Orange Julius because if I didn’t I would’ve never met James. Oh and he quit Orange Julius. I told him I thought it was cute and he shouldn’t have quit but he just laughed and said he was over it.

Anyways, the book convention wasn’t that much fun. When we finally got to meet Thomas Harris I was surprised I didn’t just fall asleep in James’s arms. 

Thank God I didn’t because I’d probably fail and who knows – maybe not even go to the Masquerade. But overall, it was pretty much the worst trip ever.

Even though James is the most amazing guy I have ever met. We couldn’t stop arguing over the silliest thing ever. He wanted an active sex life and I wanted intellectual relationship. He was still obsessing over the fact I wouldn’t have sexual intercourse with him at Rayna’s party. It was definitely the worst place I’d have my first time. He just didn’t realize it mattered to me and I didn’t want to have it in the worst place ever. Now he kept coaxing me to do it tonight in a hotel room. As he saw it was another chance to ‘make him feel better’.

It wasn’t time.

Project Drama [Part 34]

Recap: Then things got too far.

Nicole’s P.O.V

“Nicole, Nicole, Nicole,” an annoying voice tugged my skinny long-sleeve shirt. “I need to talk to you come here!” I turned around and there was Josh. Of course there was Josh preceding me to hide away with him instead of staying in public. I opened the door he was peaking in from and grabbed his arm as he led me down a dark closet he turned on the lights and it was a dusky living room with a plasma T.V. “I’m going to do it.”

“Do what?” I said annoyed. I wanted to get back to the party even though I was barely enjoying myself.

He sighed. “I’m breaking up with Jessica, tonight.”

“I don’t care.”

“What why? I had a long thought about it…” his eyes trailed away for a second. “We’re obviously not getting an abortion anytime soon and you don’t want to do adoption which I don’t see is a problem I’m going to have to…break away from my life with Jessica.”

I chuckled and then remarked, “That’s sweet.” But then my voice became solemn and my chuckle became dark, “But I know the only reason why you are breaking up with Jessica is because she is no longer in the top clique.”

“Yeah, and I have a child with you.”

I didn’t say anything because I knew there was way more reasons. But all of that was way beyond my control. I just decided to question him instead. “So then how come were hiding down in this trap door or whatever it is?”

“People are already saying your pregnant and I’m the father…I think somebody most have saw us together and you’re going to start getting fatter. I just…what are we going to do, what are we going to do? I’m freaking out here. This is not supposed to happen to me! I’m not supposed to have kids until I’m thirty.” He snapped freaking out slamming his head in the wall pacing through the largely sized closet.

I sighed my face flushing a cheery tone. “You don’t think I’m freaking out? You could deny it in a second and somebody will believe you! I have no excuses no proof no anything because I will get bigger month by month and I can’t do anything about it. So why don’t you stop thinking about yourself for once, Josh Farro and start thinking about somebody else for a change! Besides, who would want a kid when they’re thirty! Then it’ll be ten when you’re forty. I’m seventeen so it’ll be fourteen when I turn thirty.”

“What is that a pro? Our kids guy friends are going to have crushes on you because there young or something? Do you honestly want to raise this child, seriously? ‘Because I’m not doing it but I have to stay with you apparently for the time being!” He yelled. “I’m out of here! Leaving now!” He stormed running to the door fumbling around with the doorknob.

“Here let me try!” I said angrily. I fumbled with it too and I think it took us a long time to figure out it was actually locked. We turned to each other eyes wide. “So we’re locked…” I tried to stay calm but the deluge in my face appeared.

His eyes widened grabbing the doorknob and trying to unlock it. He yelped, “UNLOCK THE DOOR!” I rolled my eyes. Obviously, we weren’t getting out for awhile.

“So about our child…I’m thinking Andrew or Andrea…if we have a twin boy and a girl,” I teased my anger releasing to the point of psychotic chaos and hysteria.

“Don’t even joke about that, seriously,” and the tone of his voice became solemn so instantly shut my mouth. “We’ll name the children after you because you’re just the one who made everything work out so smoothly…Nicole and Nathan perhaps?”

I sighed. “Like you’re doing anything to prevent this from happening, I mean I don’t even want children! I mean especially with you, seriously.”

Josh laughed his eyes looking down. “Look at us, worrying about a child we just made. That’s so very ideal. You know no matter us both have to go through this. It’s only the second month and were already thinking of baby names…we’ll probably have to get married.”

I started to giggle he was making perfect sense and the reality shot through my body. “Marriage?” I said unbelievably. “We won’t have to get married, will we? That sounds a little insane.”

“Well, isn’t that usually what happens? If the baby’s daddy decides to stay with the mother,” he pouted rolling his eyes, “then usually they end up getting married. Then the move into a trailer park and have twenty more kids who all have reading disabilities because the mother was drinking during pregnancy.”

I thought what could happen…

“Hey Andrew, can you pass a condom?” Josh asked Andy. I rolled my eyes. “HURRY UP!” he yelled. “We’re not waiting all day. Some people have to make a living to feed you tonight!” Andy looked at him frightened. I think Andy was our son…he was six. Yes, he was six. Then Amy was six and they were twins. Natalie was our little blonde-haired daughter…but I didn’t even think she was mine and she was five. Jay was me and Josh’s child and he was five-years old. Then Zach was our newborn baby and I was pregnant with a girl (I just found out on the ultraviolet test) and we named her Asia.

“I’ll get you one.” I said giving Amy the Kraft Dinner box to pour in the pot. I went to through the drawer through condoms and threw him one miserably. I picked up Natalie and Andy then laid them on the couch turning the channel to G-rated cartoons because they were on sick-related ones that Josh put on earlier. I went into my bedroom which Josh was engaging in sexual intercourse and looked through the dresser drawers furiously. “Where did you put the tin foil and needles?”

I could hear his moan sickening in through my head and the children screamed. “Somewhere by the television set,” he responded. I nodded my head looking at them disgustedly. “Want to join? She said she’ll pay extra.” I looked at the helpless teenaged girl and her eyes widened.

“No, I just need some heroin and then I’m going to bed. How much money does she have?” I hollered from across the trailer. I unwrapped the tin foil and grabbed the cigarette.

“I don’t know,” Josh admitted. “She better have at least sixty dollars or else this ones going with the rest.”

I nodded my head. I could careless about the girl. She’d be running off somewhere safe back to her parents and we’d just be wanted more. I lived a life of hell everyday and she just has to live it once. It was probably even pleasurable to her…

I could hear Zach crying from in his kennel. I wanted to help him the most. His life was going to be hell and he was only one month old and he resided in a dog kennel and drank contaminated milk. It all started to sink in so fast. I could hear Andy and Amy fighting over the television shows. I could hear Natalie in a corner crying and slapping her bruises harshly so she wouldn’t feel the pain. I could hear Jay tapping his feet at the edge of the bed where Josh and that teenager were doing unimaginable things. I could hear Josh’s frightening moans. I could hear the teenager drizzle.

The voices screamed inside my head and I couldn’t help anyone of them. I grabbed the rest of the heroin and ran into the bathroom opening the window finding the razors. It was over.

It all drove into my head. It was all a possibility. It could all definitely happen. At that very moment I wanted to hurt Josh so bad. I don’t know how I could stand locked in this door with him and I sure as hell know one thing.

I am not getting married to Josh Farro!

Project Drama [Part 33]

Recap: I was flawless.

Bethany’s P.O.V (continue)

“How’d she get so skinny?” Emily asked obviously dazed. “You didn’t give her surgery did you? Liposuction?” Blair rolled her eyes shaking her head.

Claire smiled (I have never seen her smile a genuine smile), “That reminds me! We have to get you boyfriend!” Blair, Rheagan and Rayna nodded their head robotically. “You will need a boyfriend.” Then Emily took a moment and finally nodded her head.

“There is a wide assortment of boys at Madsen,” Blair told me knowingly. “But you are one of us now so most of them don’t even matter. I was thinking about the two new guys from Oklahoma and somewhere else…they look like a perfect chance because they’re brand new almost a prize.” Her glassy voice trailed on.

Claire and Emily exchanged a tortured sort of glances I could not quite understand but Emily stopped me from speaking and spoke quickly, “I don’t think Tyson and Spencer are the best choices.”

“Well, that Tyson guy was pretty hot,” Rayna, agreed with Blair quickly.

“We all have the same class with both of them.” Rheagan started to agree. Which I did not understand so much because she did not like her twin sister Rayna at all that much.

“Beth do you know where Blair-,” the moment I was most curious about. What did Gerard think of my new look? “You guys have a new friend? Where is Beth and Jess?” His eyes looked at me blankly but I think he was talking to Blair. His mouth hung wide open and his arms snapped down to his side with his cell phone in hand.

Blair smiled instantly knowing she did a great job. “Look away from this masterpiece that’ll clearly blow your mind, here I shall show you the brand new Bethany.”

His jaw clung up and his cell phone dropped abruptly. “Bethany? Do you mean Beth? Beth Claireson?” Blair rolled her eyes frantically searching his confused, dazed expression and then she nodded her head. “Beth?” She sighed. “Bethany…you changed her.” Then Gerard looked down figuring this out quietly whispering to himself. “Where’s Jessica?” He repeated again.

“We got rid of her.”

Rayna’s P.O.V

“Dad please do not listen to her petty attempts at stealing your cash.” Rheagan spoke clearing her throat violently and quietly signed holding up a musky newspaper flyer.

I rolled my eyes at Rheagan turned toward our dad Anderson and said, “Well, father, it’s not stealing. I mean it’s quite horrible, I just moved back to Newport and already were having problems with jealously issues because clearly, I am the one who needs this money most of all.” Most of it was a lie. Nevertheless, Anderson did not understand that.

“Sweethearts, please do not fight. It disappoints me.” He said shuffling papers. “Now I have to fly to Japan in about an hour so Preston will be driving you and your supervisor.”

“But Dad you promised-,” Rheagan started.

Nevertheless, Anderson interrupted abruptly, “No buts, now your mother should be boarding the plane right now she’s going to Los Angeles for a spa treatment sort of thing and don’t worry Preston is in charge.”

“But-,”

He held up his finger to shush her and continued, “Your credit cards on the table. I got two new platinum ones and do not do anything your mother or I would not do. Now bye, sweethearts and tell your mother I love her too,” he kissed the top of our heads. “Oh and, you two birdies better not skip the Mexico trip in your English class. I talked to Ms. Adams and I will like to see passing grades on your exams in a couple of months. So anyways, like I said do not do anything your mother or I would not do. I love you two ever so much.” Moreover, he flung out the door.

I got up quickly from the counter chair and grabbed Anderson is platinum leaving Rheagan to grab our moms. “Okay so we should start the party at about like seven tonight. Can you hire someone to keep Preston occupied?”

“No, Rayna! We are not throwing some kind of party. Patrick’s coming over tonight and watching movies with me were not having some big party!” She snapped.

I rolled my eyes. “Can you lighten up a little? Our parents are both out of town at the same time and all we have to babysit us is a stupid butler that cannot even speak English! Grandmother, is back in Sacramento. Besides, who cares about that nerdy little dork anyway? What is he in band or something?”

“He can speak English he’s just Mexican you idiot! Well, it just so happens I care about that dork.” She sighed heavily her face turning a violent tone of magenta.

“Whatever,” I said uselessly, “I’ll just throw a party at the hotel. I am going shopping right away, Emily’s coming to pick me up with Blair, Claire and Bethany. So yeah, cover for me.” I walked out slamming the door before I could hear her peep something unreasonable.

*

“See,” Emm, pointed quickly, “those are both of the new kids!” Everyone turned including me to see the two odd-looking boys from Oklahoma and North Carolina. “That one, Tyson, from Oklahoma he doesn’t seem like he likes me. Everybody likes me.”

Blair rolled her eyes and giggled. “Oh chill out, Emm, you’re right everybody does like you. So why wouldn’t he like you? You just can’t make exceptions like that so quickly.”

Claire looked over furiously at that kid from North Carolina. “Yeah, I don’t know I agree with Emm. Spencer does not seem to like me either and he pushes over my books all the time. Like he even makes me pick them up! Bitch.”

I laughed uselessly picking at my salad. “Well, why don’t you invite them to our party tonight?” I said acknowledging Rheagan who sat beside me pissed off. Emm and Claire shook their heads quickly. “Ok, I will then.” I got up from my seat and I heard their useless, ‘please don’ts’ but I ignored them walking over to the two boys who laughed looking at the group of my girls. “Hey you guys are the new kids right at Madsen High?” They both nodded their heads still laughing. “Cool. Want to come to my party tonight at the Harrison Hotel?”

Tyson laughed and looked like he was about to open his mouth to say something negative but Spencer interrupted him before Tyson could say anything, “Yeah, we will. When is it?”

I grabbed a note through my purse that gives them all the information. “See yeah,” I said casually walking away back to the group. “Okay so yeah, they’re coming.” Emm and Claire exchanged worriedly glances.

*

“You know what the best part about this party is?” I told Bethany as she awkwardly drank her punch. “Everybody can run up to their own hotel room and I don’t have to clean it up.” She spit out her drink giving a ‘ewe’ face as he lips curled down and ran away from me. I smirked. She was wearing

Emily’s P.O.V

I sat down miserably in the big penthouse suite. Rayna got one for Bethany, Blair, Claire, Rheagan, Nicole (some girl Rheagan insisted to bring), her and mine. Nevertheless, it was obvious none of them were coming back to it. Rheagan and James were getting very close. Therefore, I would not be surprised if she did not come back to the hotel room. Breaking up with Joe was the worst idea ever.

“We brought some people for you, Emm,” Blair and Rayna came in. “Some for Claire too because she was worrying we’d leave you two in the penthouse suite alone. Like that would happen. Rheagan might come back…but James ended up coming so we have no idea. Plus Beth will be with somebody.”

Two tall skinny people came behind Blair and Rayna. I saw the two new people. Spencer and Tyson. I felt excessively uncomfortable around Tyson. For Claire it was vice versa. A shy, struggling Claire came behind Spencer giving me the most frightening look ever and I exchanged it with the same. For some strange reason we were afraid of them. The only people who stood up to us. She said Spencer was the same way to her as Tyson was to me.

“We thought these two would be the best fit,” Blair said with a wink and Rayna laughed.

I rolled my eyes. Tyson caught it and laughed, “Why don’t you go have some alcohol, dear?” My face went more serious then it was already. “Oh did I catch you at a bad moment?” Spencer chuckled.

Claire sighed leaving the room and Spencer mumbled something I could not quite get and followed along behind her.

“You’re intimidated by me,” he told me and did a low chuckle. There was no denying the tremble in my eyes and I quickly nodded before he could carry on. “Isn’t that a surprise? I’ve heard around the gossip in Newport…and you and your posse are, I hear, the most popular thing at Madsen?”

“Well, isn’t that exactly your intention?” I finally spoke my voice like ice not bothering to answer the second question.

He chuckled again. “Isn’t that everyone’s intentions? However, they are too much of coward. But I don’t see anything to be scared about.” It looked like he could see right through me. He spun away from me observing the hotel suite. “I’m not scared of you.” Tyson’s words depended and he meant exactly that. “I don’t know how somebody could. How do you manipulate them?”

“I don’t,” I replied uselessly. “They just are because I’m friends with Blair and Claire. They’re the manipulative ones.” He would laugh in the background and it started to get my mad and I finally burst, “I am just in the background, ok!”

He nodded his smirk fading. “Uh,” he said his voice awkward, “Never mind, just never mind.” He got up from the bed he was sitting on and spoke fastly, “Why don’t we go get a drink?”

“Now you sound hypocritical.” I told him with a smirk.

Tyson chuckled. “Is that a yes?” I mumbled a low and unappreciative, ‘fine.’  Honestly, that was the only time I would have ever said yes to anyone who was the biggest jerk of all time.

*

My voice slurred when I spoke and everyone blurred. Tyson had his arms around me and all I could see were dinosaurs.

His laugh sounded different and non-obedient and for one thing, even though my thoughts were very blurred, I did not like it – not one bit. He grabbed my wrist tightly and sprung me through the dance floor, taking me to the side nibbling on my neck. Nevertheless, I did not want to stop doing that. When we hit the floor the elevators I beeped the buttons repeatedly and he chuckled. “Let me help you,” he said pulling his hand down but his hand did not go for the elevator button and more went on the lanes of my body. When the door opened you could see (I swore it was) the math club coming out but then more geeks went in. “Screw this,” he spoke kissing me more violently and grabbed me closer to him and we opened the door taking the stairway. That was much more difficult than I expected for when you are drunk. However, Tyson was very in control for a drunk and ended up picking me up bridal style running down the stairs. We did not go into the hotel suite that I shared with Claire, Rheagan, Blair, or Bethany. I guess Tyson had connections somehow also.

Tyson…did…yeah, well, we had sex.

-

Okay, did say I was drunk? No, I clearly was not and he was not either. This is how it really happened:

FLASHBACK

I looked at him annoyingly and he rolled his eyes with the same smirk as he sat on the barstool, “Do you want me to buy you some tequila shots?” He asked and I sighed. He chuckled. “Two tequila shots,” he told the waiter and laughed turning me around the barstool so he could have a look at me.

“Like what you see?” I told him. My grin I intended to wear did not come and I had an annoyed expression on my face, I could feel it.

Tyson chuckled his clock-as voice spoke, “No, I was just seeing how much brain damage you have.” I punched him in the shoulder and he chuckled even more. The bartender gave us the two shots and handed her one, I shook her head. He left his hand out and I grabbed my hand placing it in it. “Just one?” Tyson pleaded and I downed it beforeheI could say anything else. “How many shots does it take to get your drunk?”

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” I wondered with his smirk.

He nodded his head and admitted, “Yeah,” I sighed. “I want to see how drunk you can get.”

Seriously, Emily, you are first class and he is acting as if he is scared of you.
Emily, be nice. He is the kind of person you should be dating.

My conscience set in my mind. “That’s the only shot I’m having,” I told him truthfully. “I seriously, don’t want to get drunk because well, I NEVER DO!”

Tyson’s face went solemn. “Uh…want to dance?” However, he did not wait for me to answer he quickly picked me up and dropped me off at the middle of the dance floor I could hear Shwayze with Shad playing Corona and Lime. He started singing a little embarrassed of knowing the lyrics, “Baby will you be my Corona and Lime?”

It was edgy. We would talk about the weirdest things I would never talk about but seriously it was crazy.
Then things got too far.

FLASHBACK

Project Drama [Part 32]

Recap: “I’ll give it a try,” he promised.

Jessica’s P.O.V

My knuckles pressed into the pillow cases and I looked at the telephone occasionally pulling the cord my way. I didn’t know who to call. No, I didn’t know who to call and what to say. I needed to call Blair and explain…I needed to call Shaant and explain…

FLASHBACK

“I love you too,” I spoke my voice uneven. He smiled his beautiful smile with his hair going down and swifting slyly and he kissed me on the forehead leaving the gym.  He waved when he was about to close the door and I waved back guiltily.

That was it. That was where I was drawing the line. Why was I foolishly gazing into Shaant’s unspoken eyes hugging him so immensely and intensely? If anybody saw us they’d immediately think we were a couple. It was just a simple quick attraction I had to him that had to be quickly removed because as beautiful as he was – Josh was my boyfriend, and Shaant Hacikyan wasn’t. My liking to Shaant was nothing compared to the way I liked Josh since the beginning of school. Shaant was also the reason why me and my best friend, Blair were fighting. She was probably right.

Jessica White and Shaant Hacikyan don’t go together.
Jessica White and Josh Farro do, in the popularity scale.

There was only one thing I could do. I spun around and I waited. I waited for Shaant to come out of the boy’s locker room. He was last one coming out. Perfect.

“Shaant we need to talk, now.” I spoke fastly emphasizing the, ‘now’. I motioned him to walk  more closer to the gym door so if anything happened I could quickly run out if I couldn’t handle thing but I could.

No, I couldn’t – that was a lie. Once I gazed into his perfectly coordinated green eyes I was taken. He put his hands on my forearms steadying me and gripping me tightly so I couldn’t walk away.

“You’re right, we do need to talk.” He agreed. “Jessica, I think,”

“I think that we,” I started to go.

He put his finger to my lip and interjected, “I need to tell you first it’s very important and if I don’t get it out now it won’t come out alter and this will be stuck in my chest until we go to college.” I nodded my head letting him go but I was scared – I read this in books too much – he better not say what I think he’s going to say. “We’ve only known each other for a month, but I think it’s been the best month ever. I don’t smoke anymore, Jessica, I don’t drink anymore either. Why? It’s all you. You’ve changed me. I think that’s a good thing. I tried to drink at Gerard’s cousin’s party but once I realized you didn’t it wasn’t my thing anymore.”

I had to leave, now.

But before I could even try to leave he tightened my grip and then what I didn’t want to happen, happened. He placed his irrevocable, warm, pale pink lips on mine so immensely I couldn’t turn away. We stopped for a breath but he did it again and I didn’t stop it – I couldn’t. Well, he probably wouldn’t me in anyway.

But the unexpected happen. There stood Blair shocked and apparently in an apologetic state. But that all changed in a matter of seconds.

FLASHBACK

My hands shook. I replayed what happened three times more. My fingertips quickly dialed Shaant’s number. I breathed twice making sure I was still alive. I was still breathing heavily and uneven but that would just have to hold on for a sec. But a minute later I found my finger tips pressing, ‘cancel.’ Then minutes later I re-dialed the numbers over and over again. But when I phoned counting up to five times, I heard the phone ring.

My hand shook. I thought the pros and cons up quickly in my head of answering the phone. But I was out of my control. I picked up the phone and answered quietly, “H-hello?” My voice stuttering uncontrollably.

“Umm Jess…” a voice that instantly caught my head in relief made my breath calm down. But then two seconds later I figured out that it was a person who stood at the line of Shaant. It was probably for frightening to talk to her. Yes, it was Blair. “We need to talk. My mom left to L.A yesterday and my dad told me I should get out of the house because he was going to be busy working and I might distract him with my weird overall calmness and quietness. So, can we meet up at Placate Cafe?” I nodded my head and waited to see if she would hang up right away like she always did. But it was just silence on the phone. After a long moment she prompted certainly impatient, “Well, is that a yes?”

“I said yes,” I replied confused, “I nodded my head.” I giggled realizing a mistake I always did with anybody. Blair hung up laughing.

So I was going to Placate Cafe to talk to Blair, I thought. It was an overall good thing. We did need to talk. It was stupid why we were fighting. But it was my fault but it was hers too. I knew exactly why she was mad at me. Every time I re-ran the situation in my head I understood it more perfectly and clearly.

01.    Blair was mad because she thought something was going on between Shaant and me.

02.    Blair was only mad about that was because Josh was more popular than Shaant. She didn’t want to break the popular status apart or else I’d become a geek.

03.    There was something going on with Shaant and me.

04.    Josh was clueless about the whole situation.

*

“Black coffee and green tea,” the waiter placed the drinks in front of us. She handed Blair the green tea and me the black coffee. We sat speechlessly sipping our drinks.

“So…” I started looking away quickly as she looked up. This was much harder than it’s ever been talking to Blair. There was so much running through my mind and probably more in hers. I could see the picture in her mind of what she saw. It was what she saw but if she was in my mind she’d see clearly what I saw.

She breathed loudly and then put her hand up when she finished gulping a sip of her green tea and responded, “We need to talk, obviously. I’ll start.” I was glad she was willing to talk first. I didn’t know what else to say. Blair continued, “So I talked to uh – well, - someone that day,” – she awkwardly spoke emphasizing the day in a weird way – “and they said we just needed to finish this petty argument. Because we were fighting before because – I’ll just go out and say it – I didn’t want your popularity scale going down if there was even some kind of connection toward Shaant which there clearly is,” I opened my mouth and squeaked the beginning of the first word I was going to say but she put up her hand hushing me and continued quickly, “So I knew you – of course I knew – that your last period was PHYSICAL EDUCATION and I was going into the gym to apologize so we could finish the argument and then…you know what happened.”

“Can I speak now?” I hiccupped. She nodded her head looking away in disgust of her last sentence. Seeing the expression made me guilty but also angry. “First of all, there is a connection toward Shaant and me. Second of all, Shaant did kiss me. Third of all, what the hell is the popularity scale?” Blair rolled her eyes about to explain but I continued interjecting, “I like Shaant, okay?” I finally confessed it. It felt good at first but the look on her face made me regret it. “I was going to tell him them this crazy connection going on between me and him had to quit because – well, I thought that I liked Josh more but after he kissed me in the gym – which you witnessed – it made me…wonder my options.”

“THERE IS NO OPTIONS!” She spoke loudly lowering her voice after. “The popularity scale,” she explained, “is something that you should know already. We’re on the top of it and Shaant is too average for you to date. You don’t see me walking around and just kissing random guys who are not in the popularity scale!" Her tone got angrier and more aggressive by the second. “YOU CAN’T DATE SHAANT! WHY WOULD YOU EVEN LIKE SOMEBODY LIKE THAT?!”

“LIKE THAT? WHAT DO YOU MEAN LIKE THAT? WHAT DO YOU THINK HE’S GAY OR SOMETHING?!” My tone got more aggressive too. “YOU KNOW WHAT!? LET’S NOT TALK ABOUT ME HERE, WHAT ABOUT YOU? FRANKIE…MAYBE?!”

Her eyes adjusted her body shaking. She stood up frantic. “Frankie? Frank? Frankie Iero? You are obviously joking,” her trembling voice attempted to calm down. “I think we’re getting way off subject here.”

“So you are into that band nerd?” I said it harshly you’d think she’d proud of me.

“I DON’T LIKE THE STUPID BAND GEEK! I’M HIS BIOLOGY PARTNER GET OVER IT!” Obviously not. We haven’t fought like this for a long time. “I think you need to calm down and remember why we’re here. You. Shaant. Josh. Me. You like Shaant. Shaant likes you. Josh likes you. You think you might not like Josh?” She crumbled the words together probably not making sense in her mind because it sure didn’t in mine.

“You like Frankie. Frankie doesn’t like you.” I snarled. “Maybe you should just go get Josh for your Biology partner and you wouldn’t complain about the popularity scale!”

“I don’t like Frankie! And excuse me, EVERYBODY likes me! If I asked him out right now he wouldn’t be able to breathe!” She snarled back at me temper rose. “Maybe you should just go make out with Shaant again in PHYSICAL EDUCATION!” Her comeback hurt but it didn’t stop me to snap some more.

Eventually it turned ugly. We got kicked out of the Café and nothing was resolved. It was like Evanessence all over again but worse!

Shaant was next.

Beth[any]’s P.O.V

I transformed. I do not know how I do not know when but suddenly I was choosen. Okay so the first part was totally a lie. I knew how.

Jessica was one I should thank.
Shaant is the one I should thank.

Blair rather plays a roll but barely.

If Shaant had not mysteriously came into Jessica’s life and do whatever he did (I was too busy enjoying my beautiful raise of popularity to listen to the story when Blair was telling it) I wouldn’t be sitting in this wonderful position I sat at now.

There was a weird unspoken connection between Blair and Claire so I never knew what they were talking about it was clear and obvious that Jessica was no longer apart of this clique. Nevertheless, her and Josh were still going out which seemed weird. Emily did not seem somewhat worried. The only thing she cared about was being skinny, I thought to myself. It always occurred to me that Emily and Jessica barely talked and I was forbidden to even call Jessica Jess atleast once. No idea why, though.

I sat at the lunchroom table with the anorexic Emily ‘Emm’ I was aloud to call her now, Claire the blonde and Blair the bitch and I wasn’t to be called, ‘Beth’ anymore it was morely my full name, ‘Bethany.’ However, there was one problem.

“So,” Emily started flicking her fire orange, hazelnut brown hair. She looked up at me with a puzzled expression. “I can’t believe you’re replacing Jess,” she said trufully.

Blair snapped her fingers her eyes shifted toward Emily furiously. “Number one; don’t talk to Bethany like that. Number two; were not calling her Jess! Number three, you’re getting fatter.” The subject quickly tossed to Emily’s weight and she forgot all about it, which I think Blair, intended to do.

*

“I was thinking maybe a cat,” I could hear the mumbling voices from in the backyard. Blair smiled stopping me before I entered the pathway. She opened the door and gave me a signal to wait. Emm, Claire, Rheagan, and Rayna were going to be the first people to see my new look except Blair of course she was the first to see it.

Then I heard Blair squeak, “Are you guys ready for Bethany’s new look?” I heard mumbled, ‘yes’s’ and mumbled, ‘do not care’s’ well only one from Emily. “Proceed.”

My feet daggered forward. I was so completely different. The regular straight-cut bangs and ends were not dangling beneath my chin wonderless chocolate brown curly locks were there but there was supposed to be white blonde with black streaks and turquoise extensions. My bangs were not straight-edged both they were to the side and my wardrobe was completely different. Most of my freckles hid carefully but some were showed making my skin look flawless. That is what I was now, flawless. I tried out the words in my head. It was the best feeling ever. I was wearing at least fifty-thousand dollars. Blair came hurriedly forward and with her Polaroid camera, she snapped a picture and motioned everybody to clap. Everybody looked amazingly at me. Blair handed me the photograph to look. I was flawless.

“She’s beautiful,” Rheagan was the first to speak her (a picture of perfection) blond locks flew to the side to the wind but for once I wasn’t feeling self-conscious with myself I kept repeating to myself I was as pretty as the model-like figure that stood by me. That was something that spread my confidence out. I was flawless.

Project Drama [Part 31]

Recap: “Like I’d ever want to talk to you ever again!”

Anabelle’s P.O.V

I opened my eyes looking around. I couldn’t think clearly. So many thoughts rushed to my head. I was in a horrible state of mind. I was defiantly in a sanitary place now. It was Newport Beach house, defiantly. My breath froze and I inhaled trying to hear the mischevious sounds.

“Anabelle,” A glowing velvet voice caught my ears. I looked down perhaps making that glowing voice leave away from my brain. Yes, just like expected – it did not even a 2.7 percent part of it. It was still as velvet as ever with a crystal edge. “You’ve finally awoken. You’ve been sleeping for a good fourteen hours already. I thought you were dead!”

I sighed for far too long looking at my left to see Joe the glowing voice of my nightmares standing tall yet short. My small voice spoke, “Am I ever going to get to go home, now?”

He smirked. “It all depends. Probably not, but I’m sure you’ve already guessed that.” He went near the big T.V that was in front of the king-sized bed I currently lay on. It was totally his house. Joe turned on the news chuckling every couple of seconds.

I tried to shut out his voice watching the news. “The kidnapping at Frank Vaness’s gigantic yacht party to San Diego wasn’t a safe ride for three high school students on September 28^th. It was brought to our attentions when Mischa Barton, Hayley Williams and Anabelle Hurley were missing. Newport News has brought some good news and some bad news. Hayley Williams got back to her house late yesterday afternoon with her clothes torn and black cole on her face and damp, muddy hair. We talk to the Williams’ family who just moved from Wisconsin to Newport Beach this year. Apparently Hayley was in a black dungeon barely having vision. She says she can’t remember where but she can defiantly remember how. Stay tuned.”

“Y-you let her go?” I mumbled shivering. He nodded his head wrapping blankets over me. “Yeah…” he looked away shamelessly.

“Back on Newport News,” the commercial stopped (it only being one minute). “The bad news of it all is that Mischa Barton was found this morning in her local alley way – deceased.  We don’t know how it all happened we just know that it did. How did it happen? Well, she’s been shot – four times.”

I backed up to the back of the bed looking at him with complete utter fright. He was going to kill me, for sure. Maybe he just wanted to torture me or something!

“No, I won’t kill you.” He looked down and then got up and turned off the T.V. “Quite frankly, I didn’t know Mischa was killed. Anabelle, it wasn’t me…I’ve never killed someone before.”

“Then what is all this?” I asked suddenly feeling a lot braver then I felt. “Kidnapping Mischa, Hayley and me? Is this all joke? Is somebody setting you up to this? Where you intoxicated? I just want to know what’s going on!” I demanded.

“My father,” he explained, “he’s…quite the father.” He said it all in a question like I was supposed to know by his six words. Luckily he continued, “Hayley’s mother used to date him, and as my dad is as rich as he is now is taking this so-called ‘revenge’ on people. If he ever caught he would be quickly assumed to something else nobody would even believe it’s him. Anyways, like I said Hayley’s mother used to date him and he cheated on her in high school…my dad has quite a good memory. So what better way to torture her then have her daughter get killed…but I saw you…and it was my fault that I let Hayley and you go. You were too dizzy and were dark for a long time I knew it would be easy to let the two of you go. I don’t know what happened to Mischa though. But I saw you fall when I was chasing after you because you defiantly knew it was me and I couldn’t let you know what happened.”

I grasped every piece of information carefully and when I tried to put it together my throat, head, gut and part on my body hurt so bad. I responded with the sound of me throwing up all that McDonalds. Joe went out of the room for awhile and came back with soap products spraying and cleaning everything I threw up on quickly before it could stain. When I threw up I made sure it went on the floor and the comfy blankets I’ve been sleeping on.

I began to feel drowsy from throwing up and eventually I fainted.

*

I awoke quickly later with Joe right beside me. I shifted my eyes toward the alarm clock on his dresser and it was 2: 17 PM late in the afternoon.

Joe smirked as usually and spoke in his velvet voice, “You fainted…then went to sleep for a long time.” He handed me a glass of water.

“Shouldn’t you be at school?” I questioned not knowing what else to say.

“No, I shouldn’t.” He answered. “It’s not like I’m going to let you sit here all day when your sleeping. ‘Because eventually you end up waking up and I never bother to lock the doors and windows.”

Bella’s P.O.V

I knocked on the door quickly taping my feet loudly hoping Alice would hear me. I could hear loud music coming from Mikey’s bedroom, Beth’s bedroom and I was assuming Gerard wasn’t here but she’d eventually realize I was in there with him which annoyed me.

I could hear even louder Distillers in Alice’s room but finally I just opened the door widely and there was Alice crying in her bed shaking all over in her under garments. The computer chair was knocked over and her huge C-D collection was lying all over the floor her clothes were shuffled out of her walk-in closet. Sum it in a couple of words: her room was a disaster.

“Uh, Alice, baby?” I asked coincidently bringing my clean wipes for her written-on walls with most likely washable markers. “Holy shit. What happened, bb? You’re room it’s…destroyed. Wait. You wrote on the walls,” I looked around. I went up closer to them reading all of the writings most of them were lyrics and…oh my gosh.

Zac, why is it always Hayley?
C’mon I’m better then Hayley.
WHY WOULD YOU EVEN PUSH ME IN THE POOl!?

“We keep fighting! We never fight!” She finally talked. I went to her computer turning off the metal and thrash music. Then I went and sat beside her on her bed clutching and petting her blonde locks.

“What happened, Alice? Please tell me. Can I at least look at you?” She slowly put up her head. I cradeled it in my hands she looked awful. Alice rarely used make-up just thin eyeliner and that was about it. But it looked like she put on loads of mascara, thick eyeliner all over her eye, red lipstick and smashed tomatoes and potatoes all over her face. “What’s with all the make-up? Why are you crying?” All of the make-up was of course smeared by her heavy raindrops.

She exclaimed what happened with her and Zac well I sat there feeling bad for her poor bedroom and quite pissed because Zac was the inspiration for this so-called, ‘masterpiece.’ “I’ll be right back, bb.” Alice just continued to cry and went out of her room making my way across the hallway to Mikey’s her brother. I tapped on the door hardly.

I could hear footsteps coming quickly he opened the door and spoke in an annoyed voice, “WHAT DID I SAY GEE?! DON’T BUG ME! I’M WORKING ON MY COLLEGE APPLICATION!” I giggled and that’s all it took before he got up and apologized in stuttered sentences.

“It’s ok Mikey,” I giggled again reassuringly. “I need help,” I asked pleadingly. His eyebrows curved incredulously. “With Alice…her and Zac had a horrible fight about Hayley and stuff. We need to cheer her up. I’d ask Gerard but he’s probably out or something. I never saw him when I came over and I could hear your blaring music…”

“O-oh y-yeah,” he shivered. “I’m sorry about the music…”

“No,” I laughed, “I meant that in a good way. I like your music. I just wondered if you’d help because you are her older brother. But if you have to continue with that college application then I quite understand.”

He nodded his head an optimistic smile spreading out on his peach face reconnecting with his white-black-rimmed glasses. “Yes, I’ll help Bella.” I smiled giving him a small awkward hug.

*

“C’mon Alice! Cleaning always makes me forget about things. We’ll blare pop music, everything will be alright. Mikey turn on those C-Ds I got.” He flipped through the old pop bands and eventually went to the more embarrassing ones. He went from Aqua, New Kids on the Block, Nsync and eventually got to Sixpence None The Richer and Imogean Heap. We decided to play a mix of Ashlee Simpson’s L.O.V.E and Boyfriend. But we ended up listening to Britney Spears for most of the time.

Mikey and I made Alice do most of the cleaning. She dusted the hard-to-reach-areas in the kitchen with this swiffer Mikey had to go buy because it’s the ONLY thing Alice would use since her and Zac used to watch the commercials. This seemed like a bad break-up situation…but worst. Mikey and I vaccumed and dusted the living room. Alice pretty much did everything else including the dishes which Alice hated doing no matter what.

Sara came home later kicking us out and giving us money to go to the movies or do something ‘constructive’ that Alice and Mikey’s parents would approve of. We ended up going to the small replay-cinema theatre and saw ‘Forgetting Sarah-Marshell’. But when we entered the theatre we ran into the last possible person in the world Alice would want to see. Zac.

“I’m uh going to get popcorn!” Mikey spoke with an unsteady voice.

“Same here, I need some maynards,” I agreed running away from Zac and Alice as we could hear them yell in the empty theatre. Silently, we went into the line both getting reeses pieces instead of what we were originally supposed to get.

I shook rolling my eyes telling Mikey, “I don’t want to go back in the theatre!” He nodded his head agreeing solemnly.

“How about we just leave?” He suggested. I nodded my head this time in agreement. They probably wouldn’t even notice us anyway, we thought about going to the arcade but that didn’t happen. We just left to Beth’s house where Mikey, Alice and Gerard were currently residing in. It was weird because Mikey and I hung out, for the first time. I was supposed to go a various concert with him. But all thanks to Alice that didn’t happen.

“So which college were you applying to?” I curiously asked, remembering yelling at him and laughed at the though. He looked down on the floor of his bedroom and their sat tons of notes scattered around.

“Well, at that particular moment I was applying to University of Pennsylvania. But I also applied at all the other ivy leagues. But I’ve token a special interest in Pennsylvania and Brown.” He answered rubbing his thigh.

My eyes widened. “Pennsylvania and Rhode Island? You’ll be all the way in Providence and Philadelphia!” I unsteadied for a second. My breathing went even. “That’s just quite far,” I calmed down continuing, “away from Newport.  What do you want to get a degree in?”

He chuckled unsteadily. “Well, I was just – my parents want me to go to an ivy league. I want to go to Academy of Art. To create uh something…” he trailed off embarrassingly.

I exhaled my breath with a sign of relief. I lacked posture when I was around Mikey and I gained a liking to him when I was here before with the ‘popular kids’ playing spin the bottle. “To create what?” I asked skeptically.

“Comic books,” he scratched his neck. I smiled. He caught my gaze and grinned.

“That’s what I really want to do but my parents would like something else – anything else. They suggest getting some kind of degree in writing and then get a major in English Literature. I just want to write and draw graphic novels or comic books. But,” he looked down not sure to say what he was going to say or not – I could see it on his pale face, “nevermind.”

I placed my finger below his chin moving his head up to look in my eyes, “Tell me,” I spoke in an alluring voice, making sure I wasn’t being demanding.

When I removed my finger he dropped his head but replied in a quiet tone, “But I’m also taking an interest in being a – musician,” he said it in a shamefull way but I didn’t say any way how it should be. “A bass player, actually. I’m in my friend Frankie’s band. But the problem is we don’t have a lead singer and kind find one.”

My face turned to awe. “A musician?” I spoke amazed. “Lead singers are always the hardest to find. Find people who are willing to do drums or guitar they most likely are better at vocals. Like your brother, even maybe? Can’t he play guitar? I bet you he’s better at singing.”

Mikey laughed really hard. My face turned up at him my eyes cold. He stopped abruptly looking in them. “I don’t think Gerard has any hidden talent like I don’t know, vocals?” He did a small laugh but stopped quickly before I gave him another hard, stone look.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. “I have to go,” I said immediately not explaining why just getting up off of his double bed (unusually small for somebody who lives in Newport) and went to the door not bothering to wait for a good-bye.

But there was a sudden firm grip on my wrist. Mikey stopped me and I could hear his low whisper behind me. “I’ll give it a try,” he promised.

ALTERNATIVE
[x] Breaking Benjamin
[x] Paramore
[x] The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
[x] Linkin Park
[x] The Academy Is…
[x] Coldplay
[ ] Three Days Grace
[x] Yellowcard
[x]30 Seconds to Mars
[x] Say Anything
TOTAL SO FAR: 9

COUNTRY
[ ] Rascal Flatts
[x] Carrie Underwood
[ ] Leanne Rimes
[ ] Garth Brooks
[ ] Dixie Chicks
[ ] Kenny Chesney
[x] Tim McGraw
[ ] Faith Hill
[ ] Shania Twain
TOTAL SO FAR: 11

“EMO” MUSIC
[ ] Hawthorne Heights
[x] Panic At The Disco
[x] From First to Last
[x] Senses Fail
[x] Underoath
[ ] Something Corporate
[ ] Hit The Lights
[ ] Silverstein
[ ] Dear Whoever
[xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx] Chiodos
TOTAL SO FAR: 17

INDIE♥
[x]The Hush Sound
[x] Eisley
[xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx] Death Cab for Cutie
[xxxxxxxx] Dashboard Confessional
[x] The Killers
[x] Yeah Yeah Yeahs
[x]Hot Hot Heat
[x] Gym Class Heroes
[x]Franz Ferdinand
[x] Modest Mouse
TOTAL SO FAR: 27

METAL
[ ] Slipknot
[x] System of a Down
[ ] Disturbed
[x] Metallica
[x] Guns n’ Roses
[x] Lamb of God
[ ]Slayer
[xxxxxxxxxxxx]Atreyu
[x] Killswitch Engage
[ ]Avenged Sevenfold
TOTAL SO FAR: 33

POP
[xxxxxxxxx] Teddy Geiger (You read my mind)
[x] Ashlee Simpson
[ ] Kelly Clarkson
[ ] Jesse McCartney
[x] Avril Lavigne
[ ] Pink
[ ] Natasha Bedingfield
[x] Mcfly
[x] Jonas Brothers
TOTAL SO FAR: 38

SCREAMO
[ ] job for a cowboy
[x] drop dead gorgeous
[x] blessthefall
[xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx] the devil wears prada
[x] bring me the horizon (meh not too much)
[ ] dance club massecure
[ ] preschool tea party massecure
[x] Scary Kids Scaring Kids
TOTAL SO FAR: 43

RAP
[x]nas
[ ] Paul Wall
[ ] 2pac
[ ] mims
[x] Ludacris
[ ] Lil' Jon
[x] Outkast
[x] 50 Cent
[ ]  birdman
[x] three 6 mafia
[x] lil wayne
TOTAL SO FAR: 49

SKA
[ ] Rancid
[x]The Aquabats
[x]Sublime
[x]No Doubt
[x] Reel Big Fish
[ ] Mustard Plug
TOTAL SO FAR: 53

MODERN ROCK
[x] Taking Back Sunday
[x] All American Rejects
[x] Motion City Soundtrack
[x]Angels and Airwaves
[ ] Evanescence
[x] My Chemical Romance
[ ] Drowning Pool
[ ] Green Day
[x] Blink 182
TOTAL SO FAR: 59

CLASSIC ROCK
[x] The Beatles
[x] Led Zeppelin
[x] Black Sabbath
[x] The Rolling Stones
[x] The Who
[x] Pink Floyd
[ ] Meat Loaf
[x] Queen
[x] Poison
[x] AC-DC
[x] Journey
TOTAL: 69.

See...I like ALL kinds of music! :)

I trembled in the seat I picked. Who was I going to get seated with? I’ll tell you one thing. It better not be with him. Anybody else I was fine with. I could even hold up with that athletic guy for the rest of the year but I didn’t want it to be him. If I said anything mean he’d probably crush me into a million pieces or come with an axe when I’m sleeping and stalk me 25/8.

My worst nightmare expected. Usually I had better luck and I’d probably go with the small, scrawny guy which wouldn’t be bad. He’s actually pretty cool. I had to sit beside him, but that loud new girl and that loud wannabe gangster. So in French class this wasn’t entirely bad.

The first year was what I thought was the worst.

In my second French class I realized I was just suddenly attracted to this inconsiderate, rude, annoying person. I was lovestrucken. Not in the kindergarten-crush type. The worst part of it is that I constantly questioned myself, “why? Why him? He’s not even a little bit drool-worthy.” I probably thought he had a crush on me with his constant questions. The stupidest ones ever. “Are you a bad girl?” Out of no where thinking I smoke pot or something by the way I glared terribly. Every single moment of my life I wish I was about 2.7 percent nicer before I realized it.

The second year got way more excessive and tedious.

Maybe he did have a crush on me before but it probably soon wore off when I didn’t get any nicer. I realized I was now in all of his classes and I realized I never did stop _______ him. I’d always like somebody else for a moment but if just for a moment I got to talk to him over the stupidest thing I’d tremble and yep, that other boy fell right out of the picture. They might have re-entered a couple of times but they never stayed permanently like he did. It was an instant feeling of embarrassment whenever I talked to him even if I didn’t even do anything embarrassing.

When summer came, I knew this wasn’t going away.

I saw him on the streets and pretended I didn’t notice him at all but I’d make sure I talked to him. Other then that I always saw his screen name on my computer. I tried to talk to him constantly. I told him everything. No, silly not EVERYTHING. I did tell him all of my deepest secrets and all of my past boyfriends, girlfriends who I’ve liked and everything. The nicest I’ve ever saw him. He accepted it. But I never could tell him that I in ____ with him…I wanted to so many times but I couldn’t. The words wouldn’t slip out no matter what.

The third year was chaos and I couldn’t handle it.

It was all this year. We weren’t in the same classes. We grew further apart yet I clasped for a change to talk to him at least see him. We didn’t hang out with the same people or like the same people for that matter. He’d be playing football or soccer or whatever sport it was that season. I’d be on the other side of the school with my fiends gossiping about whatever happened that week. On the outside I was listening but I’d really be glancing and seeing if I could hear his voice from the other side of the world. I didn’t need my glasses to see him. I knew right away.  In the first two weeks of seeing him again an hour each day I only talked to him twice. Barely once.

Now I’m about to kill my insides.

Project Drama [Part 30]

Recap: The day went by quickly.

Emily’s P.O.V

“So it keeps getting exciting this year at Madsen High! I have two surprising news,” Ms. Adams spoke loudly hoping to get our attention because we were all routy; “We have three new students today.” Claire, Rheagan, Blair, Jessica and I straightened up looking around the room. “One from Olkahoma and Philadelphia…Spencer Chamberlain from Philadelphia has decided to join us and Tyson Ritter from Olkahoma has also decided to join us. Stand up please boys?”

Two tall boys about the same height rose from their seats and went up infront of the classroom. The one from Philadelphia – Spencer had shoulder-length hair that was a pale orange color sort of kind of reminded me of Shaant Hacikyan but not too much. The other one from Olkahoma – Tyson had silky-looking bushy brown hair and was quite tall also with very, very, very nice blue eyes with a tint of green.

They didn’t say anything. Tyson did an awkward but cute wave and went back to his seat Spencer said hello and then did the same. Ms. Adams smiled awkwardly but continuing, “Our third new student is actually from Newport Beach and sisters of Rheagan Bakery. I’d like to introduce Rayna Bakery!”

I twitched my eyes for a moment and looked over at Rheagan, “Rayna? What the heck you never told us you had a sister!” A skinny tall girl went infront of the class smirking. She had long, choppy black hair with pink, red, blue, purple streaks everywhere and she wore red lipstick. Rayna was wearing tight skinny jeans and a bright blue belly shirt revealing her gut which she had a piercing on her nabel, lip and nose.  Rheagan looked away shamelessly.

“Yeah, call me Rain.” She corrected Ms. Adams then looking down at her long black-painted nails. Everybody nodded their head.

“I didn’t even know you were here!” Rheagan complained talking to Rayna.

Rayna ‘Rain’ smirked tilting her head coming to sit behind Rheagan. “I sort of snuck behind you before you managed to come to class.” She chuckled. “Who are you friends?”

“Emily,” I introduced putting my hand out. She quickly shaked it. I normally would be quite afraid or make fun of girls with multi-colored like that and excessive black eyeliner but Rayna looked pretty cool. Claire quickly gazed back to Rain. “This is Claire,” I introduced her too pointing my finger at Claire and then I introduced Jessica and Blair as they stared away from eachother.

“Okay, okay everybody stop chatting! I have a surprise!” We all rolled our eyes and some people yawned. “We will be taking a field trip to Mexico! Tijuana actually!”

“What?” I said excitedly.

“Yes, that’s right were going to Mexico to meet Thomas Harris the author of Hannibal Rising. They’re having a Hannibal Lector convention on all the books there and we’ll get to meet him and do what not.” Then more people yawned again. One person shouted out, ‘do we have to go?’ Ms. Adams rolled her eyes replying, “Yes, it is mandatory and it’s for a good percentage of our grade.” Another shout came from the same guy ‘Bob Bryar’, ‘I don’t care!’ Ms. Adams got a bit aggravated continuing, “Let’s just say if you don’t go you will not be able to attend the Halloween Masquerade.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not going,” Rain explained dropping her bag down chuckling. “Like I care about a Tom guy,” She chuckled again.

“You have to,” Rheagan furiously spoke, “it’s worth half of your grade you’ll get kicked out again. Besides you won’t be able to go to the Halloween Masquerade!”

“You got kicked out of school?” Claire asked curiously.

Rain nodded her head in an attitude. “Yeah, it was no biggie.” She looked over at Rheagan chuckling more, “I’ll still get into the Halloween Masquerade. Isn’t it at the Harrison Hotel?” Rheagan nodded sighing. “Exactly our dad owns it like I won’t be able to go in.”

I laughed. “It’s going to be so awesome; we get to have our own hotel friends with twelve girls.”

“It sounds gay,” Tyson the new guy spoke from the back ahead of me. His eyes shifted back upfront. I didn’t say anything else.

“Just like you,” Rayna stood up for me.

Tyson nodded his head with a chuckle and then turned back to me with a smirk. “What’s wrong babe?  Did daddy not give you enough attention?”

I looked away and he turned back in his seat. How come I couldn’t say anything back?

[Okay so the following might be a bit confusing but you’ll see how it works it’s like a mixed up P.O.V between Alice, Zac and Hayley.]

Hayley’s P.O.V

I vigioursly slammed open the door. “Mom?! Dad?! Lana?!!? Brian?!!?” I screamed. Two fumbling footsteps came down the stairs in no time I felt exhaugsted and I dropped to the ground breathing heavily.

“Hayley! Oh dear, thank God praise the Lord you’re home! What happened oh my gosh?! I’ve got phone the police tell them what happened! What happened?!?” Lana panicked and then quickly dropped her knees to the ground and threw her arms over me squeezing me tightly almost making me choke. Brian straight away went to the Kitchen grabbing three jugs (approximently eight glasses of water in each jug) and handing them to me. I gulped one down keeping the second closely intact.

“There were these three big guys wearing all black and one small shiny guy – I was like in a black dungeon sort of thing…it was terrible. We were eating dirty McDonalds and warm contaminated water!”

Lana got up quickly grabbing the first cellular device she could find and started dialing in numbers which was probably our whole family and then the police.

Alice’s P.O.V

The answering machine came up again. Zac just wouldn’t answer my calls or anything. This time I put my name under private caller he answered but right when I said hey he hung up, again.

I wasn’t just going to wait around the house after school waiting to see if Zac was returning my calls, I thought. I opened my window climbed out and went by the pool jumping the fence into Zac’s yard. I looked down in his window and there he was just sitting playing some solitare game in his big spinny chair. I tapped on the window three times.

“Zac! Open up! We need to talk! It’s about something very important, Hayley!” Zac rolled his eyes and sighed coming to the window and then he helped me in.

Zac’s P.O.V

When Alice came in I went back to my chair playing the regular Solitare game Josh stole from Jessica’s locker then eventually gave it to Joe and Joe didn’t know what to do with it, so he stuck it in Emily’s locker and then Jeremy snooping around got it and then he left it here. “Well, hello? I have to talk to you about something and all you’re doing is just sitting there playing some solitare game that isn’t even yours!”

I rolled my eyes. “It’s not Jeremy’s either so does it really matter? I’m all ears hurry up say what you’re going to say before I get bored,” I spoke rudely.

Alice raised her eyebrow and began, “You’re sitting there hating me for nothing! I’m sorry but I had something more important to tell you then your stupid football tryouts! And you know what? I HEARD YOU GOT CO-CAPTAIN YOU SHOULDN’T BE SO MISERABLE TO ME!”

“THAT’S CO-CAPTAIN I WANTED TO BE CAPTAIN ALICE!” He yelled. “You know what? This is going no where leave right now! Go through the window and go back to your house. I don’t ever want to speak to you ever again.”

Alice sighed angrily she stormed out through the window and began to walk away but she began to rewind herself going down to her knees by the window. “I’m sure you wouldn’t want to hear this but listen Hayley’s been kidnapped. Haven’t you been wondering why she’s not returning her calls and you get her parents crying voices on the answering machine? DON’T YOU EVER WATCH THE NEWS?!”

My eyes widened but then Alice stormed out and I couldn’t get her.

Hayley’s P.O.V

I quickly got up drinking the next jug and I lay down on the couch waiting for the police to come in. I heard small taps and I immeditately knew who it was. I ran to the door dropping my jug on the floor as the water quickly ran out of it. I opened the door and optimistic tears streamed down my face. “ZAC! I THOUGHT –,”

“So Alice was lying to me again! You’re not kidnapped! She just wanted me to apologize to her well, too bad. I am never talking to her again! Like look she’s probably making you cry and stuff. That’s terrible and horrid and I can’t believe Alice would do something like that! She’s probably just jealous because I’ve spending more time with you and not her!” Zac said firstly.

“No, Zac but-,”

Zac hushed me and continued, “You don’t have to explain for Alice she’s the one who’s pulling us apart. She’s just jealous because I have a girlfriend and she’s dateless all the time! Just because I’ve been her best friend for ages doesn’t mean I don’t have other things too in my life!”

“But Zac-,”

“I’m going to talk to her right now!” He stormed out.

Alice’s P.O.V

I paced around my room in anger. I went through my window now pacing around my pool. I couldn’t have been more frustrated at this very moment. Zac was being so self-ish and inconsiderate! I know that’s a real girl thing to say but it was so true!

I heard a muffling noise come from over the fence into Zac’s front yard. That was probably him now coming to apologize for me being right and for him being so stuck up!

“ALICE!” He called over. I didn’t reply. Then he hopped over the fence not immeditately seeing me he went to look inside the window. “We have to talk!”

“Hello?” I greeted saying it like he was dumbfounded. WELL, HE WAS! He turned around looking at me on the other side of my pool. “Do I hear somebody begging for an apology?”

He glared. “Apology? Yeah, I hear you begging for an apology! HAYLEY ISN’T FRICKEN’ KIDNAPPED! You liar! How stupid and mean can you get? Just because I have a girlfriend in my life right now doesn’t mean you have to be all jealous! Like I won’t still hang out with you!”

“Hayley IS kidnapped! HAVEN’T YOU SEEN IT EVERYWHERE?”

“For your information I just saw Hayley at her house and I talked to her! I can’t believe you would do that to me! To Hayley? She’s a human being too not just some toy you can – can do stuff with!”

Zac’s P.O.V

“Excuse me,” she interlude surprisingly, “Hayley is kidnapped! Maybe you’re just seeing ghosts are something you gay little MAMA’S BOY!” She laughed after. “Yeah, you know what cry over everything! Like remember for Christmas you cried when Josh opened his present and got a new football from me? Then you opened you’re present from and it was a football and a volleyball? How self-ish can you get?!?”

Anger really got to my head this time I came around the pool not saying a word and then I quickly pushed her. “That’s for calling me a Mama’s boy!” This time I elbowed her and she fell in the pool. “AND THAT’S FOR SAYING I CRY OVER EVERYTHING!”

She rubbed her eyes coming by me then she grabbed my legs making me lose my grib and fall to the ground. “THAT’S FOR PUSHING ME!” Then she pulled my legs more (which I had no control over) and I ended up going into the pool too. “AND THAT’S FOR PUSHING ME INTO THE POOL!”

I splashed her more really pissed off. “WELL THAT’S FOR PUSHING ME TO THE GROUND AND POOL!”

“Like you didn’t deserve it!” She splashed me again going up through the handle bars at the side going out of the pool. “You are so immature!”

“Well, you are so immature and you deserved it!” I quickly made a comeback getting out of the pool. “I’m leaving! I never want to speak to you again!” I stomped away.

“Like I’d ever want to talk to you ever again!”

Yeah, for the new casting calls I have to re-do it. The sudden inspiration to do All Time Low and CIWWAF wore off. 0_0 Since NOBODY I repeat NOBODY gave me a good idea what to do for the video...I'll have to decide for myself. I was thinking the first Newport party. There was alot of drama. But it will be like a split episode...with mixed P.O.V's and some with no drama at all *cough* Patrick crushing on Rheagan *cough* lol. =D Hope you liked this chapter, anyways. NEWS: PD is officially 108 pages now. xD Rate the drama 1-100. =] I rate it 56. Be honest no 100000000. Lol.

Cheerio, Maddi.

P.S I need help advertising, can you help?

So I was reviewing some old fanfiction and it's all in my head but it's a start. And that's all you need right? So basically of course, I need people. I was thinking just Project Drama was all I needed and then I'd quit buzznet but I think creating this fanfiction will make me not do it. I hate abandoning things. xD

Okay so I don't know about bands yet so I need help choosing. Here are the bands I WILL NOT DO:
Panic At The Disco.
Fall Out Boy.
Paramore.

I'm okay with Cute Is What We Aim For, The Academy Is... and yes, difficulty just for Victoria All Time Low. I will do them even though I will probably regret it later.

So yes, I think it'll just be CIWWAF and All Time Low and TAI. Everybody is nineteen or eighteen, like it or not. Lol.

Okay I do this for all of my fanfictions I give you characters. There is only going to be 6 spots.

Name ideas:
Allie Palmer - Alex Gaskarakarsharth.
Elizabeth "Eliza" Monteith - Jack Barakatkakatkatktkaarack.
Olivia Jinx - Shaant Hacikyan.
Della Bast - William Beckett.
Missy Bast - Sisky.

I can always change the boys names so don't worry. I really don't have a thought out plan for their characters. I just know that: Allie has black hair and blue eyes, Eliza has fire red hair with white blonde and black streaks and she had hazelnut eyes, Olivia has white blonde hair with pure green eyes, Della has dark long, long (to her waist) brown hair with dark brown eyes (almost look like black..AHHH) and then Missy has bergundy short choppy hair and straight cut bangs and light blue grey eyes.

Application:

Name:
Which character you want?
Do you want to change the boy..like with anybody not listed up there? (Rian or something)
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BY THE WAY, I'm sorry to say I have the Della Bast reserved.