Chapter 1
Lindsay's POV
There's only 2 more weeks left of school until summer vacation! Then there's only fun in the sun and playing at the beach all day. But before I go any further I should tell you a few things about me:
1. I'm a VERY complex 15(16 at the end of the month) year old girl. It's in your best interest if you don't try and figure me out without me explaining a few things first.
2. I've been told that my physical appearance goes with my personality a bit. I'm 5'8.5" tall. I have blonde hair and its pitch black underneath(I dyed it if you haven't guessed already), I have deep blue eyes, I wear a little makeup sometimes like some eyeliner and mascara, and I wear darkish colours nowadays.
3. Music is my life. I play a bunch of different instruments and do covers of my favourite songs and put them on my YouTube channel. I'm pretty popular if I do say so myself. I sing, play cello, string bass, bass guitar, regular guitar, piano, keyboard, a bit of violin and viola, and drums.
4. I listen to a wide variety of music. I listen to Black Veil Brides, Sleeping With Sirens, Evanescence, R5, Punk Goes Pop, Blood On The Dance Floor, Jesse J, Katy Perry, Glee(I don't care if you say that they're not a band, I love their covers), P!nk Ke$ha, Avril Lavigne, Taylor Swift, Maroon 5, Rihanna, Daughtry, Green Day, One Direction, and so many more that I can't think of off the top of my head. Yeah but mostly the first few now.
5. I've got a bit of an attitude. Some people might say that 'a bit' is something of an understatement. I say bitch please this isn't your monologue. Yeah I can be a bit of a bitch at times. My parents say that I'm a 'problem child' and that I've 'lost my cheery Fangirl self'. Well news flash guys, people change.
Anything else that I can think I'll just number it randomly along the way.
Anywhore, the bell has just rang and I'm headed to my locker to get all my stuff. I unlock my locker, put my books in my BVB bag, grab it, and head out to find my friends.
"Lindsay!" I hear someone call me. I turn around to see one of my friends, Brendan Muszinski, running towards me and his other friend, Peter Peterson(that really is his name. Parents must hate him), following behind. They're always with each other no matter what. They have the exact same schedule, except Brendan has Pre-Calculas for math and Peter has Algebra 2. But they have it the same hour though. Also, Brendan's in orchestra with me and Peter has an elective that hour. So it all works out.
"What do you two want?" I asked them smiling slightly. "I have to go meet up with the Tonns and Deaton for a project at my house."
"Miranda...needs you..in the auditorium." Brendan explained in between pants. "It's important. Like, MEGA important."
I didn't want to go meet up with the Tweedles so agreed and let them lead me to the auditorium.
Miranda was standing in the middle of the stage lightly strumming a guitar. She looked up at our entrance. "Did you forget again?"
Shit. "Oh right." I facepalmed. "Sorry. But you remember Im in a group with the Tonns and their wannabe." I walked up onto the stage with Peter and Brendan flanking me in case she hits me for being late again or making fun of the Tonns and Deaton again. That girl can can throw a punch. Seriously it hurts like a bitch on steroids. "You know how they are."
"Yes Lindsay I do. But that doesn't give you the right to make fun of them." She's the one that keeps me in check and the only person I can't mess with. Anyone else better watch out. "Remember you used to like Andrew and Evan. What happened to that anyways?"
"Ughh! Don't bring up me crushing on them." I cringed. "I honestly don't know what made me like Thing 1 and Thing 2."
"Call them by their names." Miranda told me. "You also used to be good friends with them. But that part was kinda their fault though. So what if they didn't like the new you."
"Yup. So are we gonna do this or talk about the douches that are my group in Drama?" I smirked and she started strumming the guitar.
All of us at down next to her. As I was about to start singing, someone interrupted. "Lindsay Orosz! C'mon we have a project to do and it's due Monday!"
"Yeah! You can scream lyrics by your emo bands later!"
"Right now we have to do this skit,"
"Or else we'll fail!"
My jaw clenched at every sentence they said. Peter and Brendan whispered, "Oh shit. Now they're gonna get it. Right when they stereotyped her."
I got up and turned towards the back f the auditorium where they were standing, giving them my best death glare. "Lindsay don't do anything that you'll regret." Miranda warned me.
"You think that because I dress like this and have me hair like this that all I do is scream out lyrics and listen to 'emo' bands?" My voice started to rise in volume. "Then boy are you wrong. I listen to all different kinds of music so don't you dare stereotype me!"
I grabbed my bag, said goodbye to Miranda, Peter, and Brendan and walked over to them. "Let's just get this over with. The sooner we get this done, the sooner we never have to speak with each other again." I walked out into the parking lot with them following me.
I don't turn 16 until the end of the month so Evan or Alex have to drive. They're twins. Tall, about 5'11", with brown 'flippy' hair, blue green eyes with specks of gold, and tannish skin. Then there's Andrew Deaton. He's about 5'10", with dark brown 'flippy' hair, pale skin, and dark brown eyes. All three are as annoying as they are attractive. Which is a lot. But you didn't hear the part about them being good looking from me.
Anywhore, the Evan drove with Andrew sitting shotgun and I was stuck in the back with Alex. I actually don't mind Alex. I was good friends with him ad he didn't really do anything bad to me like the twits in the front holding hands. Yeah Andrew and Evan are together. I saw it coming and called it first. Honestly I did. Shipped it hard too. I called it Avan.
Eventually we got to my house. I still don't know why we decided to do this at my house but we did. Maybe it was because I got grounded a lot and my parents wanted to 'keep an eye on me' all the time. They're really annoying.
As we walked inside and started upstairs to my room, my parents stopped us.
"Hold it right there, missy!" My father called. "We have some news for you."
"Tell your friends to go upstairs whisk we talk." My mother told me.
"They're not my friends, mother." I told her for why seems like the thousandth time. She's trying to get me to be friends with them again. And some some reason she thinks its my fault that I'm not friends with the Tweedles.
"Well you should be." My mother said as we walked into the other room. "They're very nice boys. Especially since two of them are together."
My parents have always been weird on the subject of gays, bis, and lesbians. It's like they're ok with it by they're at the same time not. "So what was this 'news' you need to tell me? I have to get to work with the lovebirds and Mr. Third Wheel up there ASAP. So lets get this show on the road."
"Lindsay, be nice to them!"
I rolled my eyes at them. "Just get on with it."
"Ok." My father started. "Lindsay. Your behaviour lately has been a bit extreme and worse than usual. We thought that all this was just a phase. We thought maybe you would start to grow out of it by the end of the year but it only seemed to get worse."
"Yeah what's your point?" I mumbled.
"There's also the fact that you're always making fun of Alex, Evan, and Andrew. And for no good reason." My mother added.
"I have plenty good reason." I mumbled again.
"There's no reason to be mean to people." My father told me.
"Tell that to them." They ignored me that time.
"Anyways, the fact that you're friends with the Montgomery Brothers. Why them?" My mother asked me. "Chris isn't AS bad as Mical, but Mical does drugs and is a whore."
"There's no proof of that." I quickly defended one of my best guy friends.
"And Chris is gay and Mical bi." My mother said. Told you they were weird about that.
"We've had enough of your attitude and of your friends." My father said to me. "Which is why you'll be going out to California," HOLD THE PHONE! "to live with cousin Chrissy for the summer."
My eyes widened to the size of baseballs. "WHAT THE FUCK!"
"Language, Lindsay!"
"You can't do that!" I screeched at them.
My father ignored my outburst. "You'll be leaving on Saturday." He said calmly.
I had to think of something. There was no way I was going to me them send me away like I was in need of rehab. "But, I'll miss finals."
"We talked it out with your teachers and the principal so you can take them the next few days." My dad told me.
"But what about my birthday?" This was actually important to me. "Would you make me miss something so important with my family?"
"We'll send you your presents." Mom told me. "Now go upstairs and tell your friends the news and that they have to leave."
I turned to go upstairs and paused. "Will I have to do the project with them?"
"When's it due?"
"Monday."
"No. You don't have to."
"Then I guess something good came out of this." I said as I walked up the stairs. I walked into my room to see Alex playing on his phone and Evan and Andrew flirting. "Guys get out. I'm no longer doing the project."
"What?! Why?!"
"I'm being sent to California on Saturday. Parents orders." I informed them on everything.
"That sucks." Alex said to me. He actually seemed sympathetic.
"Yeah. She gets to get out of it while we still have to." Andrew said.
That pissed me off. "Just get the fuck out Pale Face, Hippy, and Sideburns."
The lovebirds just glared at me as they walked out. Alex gave me a look that looked like sympathy and something else.
I walked over to the window and watched them drive off.
I hate my life.