Laney's PoV

It was another day for me to overcome. Everyday, to me, seemed to be a struggle. Scooping out $2 for Kin, arguing with Kon that I'm a girl, not a boy, dealing with Corey's obliviousness, and trying not to lose my temper with the entire band, since they act too reckless with their 'cheese games' and Corey's 'crazy ideas that just might work.'

But, apart from those things annoying me, another obstacle has popped up: Trina. Just when I thought she was too busy with winning Nick Mallory, she decides to make my life more of a living Hell.

Maybe I'm not as tough as I may think I am. Wait, I am tough. But… Why is she the only one who can break me?

She's never really been a threat to me, mostly to Corey, since he's always bothering her to get lyric's. But now, she is a major threat. After about a week, my life's already been made into a living Hell. I actually feel like she's killed me, and her demonic soul has cursed mine into going to Hell, where the devil will torture me more.

I haven't told Corey, or anyone about this problem. They'll think I'm faking my tough personality, when really, what Trina says to me, really hurts me.

"I, like, heard Corey's been making ugly new posters for an audition; totes, an auditioning for a new bassist for Garbageband! Since he's, like, finally realized that you suck at playing that weird instrument of yours!" That was something that got me worried. Lately, my mind has been full of Trina's remarks, and it's caused me to space out during band practices.

Corey keeps asking if I'm alright, but I deny him, and say that "I've forgotten a few keys. Homeworks been taking my time, sorry, Core. I'll get the keys memorized for you tonight."

Of course, that was a lie. I didn't need to memorize my notes: I knew them perfectly.

Trina was the one who I was remembering.

"Lanes."

I looked to my side, letting my attention wandering back to Corey instead of Trina.

"Come with me," I raised an eyebrow suspiciously at him. He sounded concerned and , either way, it wasn't going to be good.

I followed him to the living room, inside of his house, which was warmer than the garage. It was the ending of Summer, so it's now a bit more chilly. Though, it still feels like Summer, considering the boys keep eating ice-cream off of the ice-cream truck, which now comes around everyday.

"Lanes, what's been going on lately?" I frowned at that question. It was upsetting.

"Nothing. Why do you ask?" I say swallowing a bit. Hopefully, his oblivious-self would come to his surface, and save me from having to tell him everything that Trina's done to me in the past week.

"You've been more… silent, than usual." he said.

I looked down, not wanting to look at his amazing blue-eyes.

"Uh…" I needed an excuse. 'Uh...' is not an excuse.

"Plus, you don't even sing your lines in rehearsal, and you're spacing out, not playing the right keys, or anything!" he continued. I felt horrible.

"First off: I can't really sing 'cause of my sore throat, and second: homework has been stuffing my mind up. Stupid Linear Relationships in mathematics. Hehehe…" That sucked. I come up with the worst excuses.

Corey raised an eyebrow at me, suspiciously. "If you had a sore throat, why didn't you tell me? I have a full packet of Halls (Don't own!) that I bought last year. And we have the same classes, so you know you can start coming over do homework, right?"

I quivered at 'Halls.' I didn't like the cherry flavour they put in it, and plus, all it did was make my mouth all fuzzy. Though, I did like the idea of doing homework with Corey, and his house. More time to spend with him. Plus, if we finished early, we could play games and joke around with each other.

"You okay, Lanes? Your throat bothering you?" Crap. He saw I was deep in thought, and once again, his obliviousness mistakes me for having a sore throat… Everything today sucks. No, everything this week sucks!

"N-No, I was just think-" he pushes a finger onto my lips, shushing me as I start going red.

"Don't say anything, Lanes. You'll wreck your throat, and never be able to sing again!" he fretted.

He's cute when he worries too much.

"Core, that won't-" Shut-up, Laney! Once again, he shushes me.

"Shhh! You never know, Lanes!" he warned again.

"Whatever," I say.

"I'll go get you a Hall," he says before zooming off.

I just fall to the ground. Lying on my back, shutting my eyes, tightly. Why'd he have to confront me? Now, I probably have to eat a disgusting Hall, right in front of him. Maybe I could just run out of the garage, and come back the next day, with the excuse of my Mum needing me to do chores. Or Trina pissing me off while the twins were bragging about cheese, too busy to notice her…

Corey comes back a few seconds later, and doesn't see me on the floor, and trips. He ends up head-butting me. Hard. I seethed in pain while KIn and Kon are laughing their cheesy butt's off at us.

I open my eyes, only to see Corey, smiling shyly. "Sorry, Lanes. Are you okay?"

"No, I'm not okay! I just head-butted bad enough, and this weeks been crappy enough, already!" I snap, pushing him off of me and stand up, storming off to the couch, and flopped down on it. I wasn't one of those girls who'd storm off to their rooms, bawling their eyes out while screeching, "You don't love me!" or "I hate you!"

Kin and Kon stop laughing, while I feel something fairly light land on my lap. It was a yellow Hall. I grab it and sniff it before putting it in my mouth.

That was after I noticed that it was Corey who gave me the Hall… How could I not of said 'Thank-you'?! I turn my head around, but he wasn't there… Instead, I heard footsteps going upstairs. It was obviously Corey, considering Kin and Kon were sitting on the stage.

I look at Kin and Kon, and give them a light smile. They stay expressionless. I felt like the world hated me. I felt like Corey hated me, when I loved him with all my heart…

I lay down on the couch, laying on my side while I shut my eyes. I needed a nap. Even if this was Corey's garage, I wasn't walking home. It was the middle of the day. (Plus, my house is haunted.)

Before I know it, I daze off into a dreamless sleep…