Mo's POV~

"This is NOT working!" Stella exclaimed, removing her left hand from the neck of her guitar to point at our new drummer. "And it's all her fault!" I sighed. How the heck did this all happen?

Flashback

I hurried to the bathroom after Bubba dropped me off, pressuring me into more extra credit yet again. Life after Lemonade Mouth's affair in New York was not so good. I found Scott with Jules again, and I made clear with him that he would never get me back after that. Obviously he was kicked out of the band as well. A couple months later, Charlie and I were practicing late, one thing led to another, and now we're something like the star couple of Mesa High. Wen and Olivia had that title, since they had gotten together shortly after our major concert. After school started, however, they broke up, deciding to go back to friends. I still don't think Wen has gotten over it, poor guy.

Two days ago, Charlie was riding his bike to school, and he lost control and fell down a steep hill. I remember crying outside the emergency room.. He is still there, although he will be okay. He will be able to drum in about a month, since he thankfully only broke his right arm and two ribs. However the Halloween Bash is coming up in a week and a half, and we still haven't found a new drummer… If we don't soon, Brenigan will give our spot to Mudslide Crush… And we don't want that! Oh my, what are we going to do?

I grabbed my lip gloss out of my bag, and put my yellow cardigan in it, revealing my black camisole with a belted lilac skirt with ruffles. As I applied the product to my lips, I noticed a girl doing the same thing, only with cherry red lipstick. I recognized her from several of my AP classes; in fact she sat in front of me in AP Calculus. Her name was Jenny Dawson, I remembered, her twin brother was Mike Dawson, a linebacker for the varsity football team. She had a boyish figure with short, dyed red hair. Last year I would see her in the hallways and Ray or Jules would comment on how she looked like a lesbian. I didn't think that, in fact I thought she looked great in androgynous clothing. Today she was wearing an old bowling shirt with the name Eddy emblazoned on it with dark blue skinny jeans and old Converse.

I went back to concentrating on my face, but my thoughts drifted back to the band's predicament. Where on earth were we going to find another drummer? I sighed, and the sound of silence ringed in my ears. A girl who had finished washing her hands left, however the sink began to leak.

Plip, plop… plip, plop… Plip, plop… Just as I was about to turn the sink completely off, another noise filled my ears. It was Jenny; she had begun to tap her stick of eyeliner to create a beat with the watery sound. Her foot followed suit to produce a low pounding. I began to hum along with the song that she generated, when all of the sudden, a rush of déjà vu hit me. This was just like that destine day in detention, and in fact… Jenny was always tapping like this. Her foot, pencil, fingers… Could it be…?

"Can you drum?" I demanded, stopping the red head in her tracks. She looked at me with an odd look.

"Uh," She started, not knowing what to say. "Look, Mo, I know you probably miss Charlie and everything, but I don't think I can fulfill your… fantasies like him-"

"No!" I exclaimed, a blush hitting my face. I totally did not think she would take it like that… "I mean… He can't go on stage for the Halloween Bash, and we really need a replacement drummer… So, can you?" She stared, unsure of what to say for a while. She started to shake her head, and I was afraid she was going to say no.

"Please!" I begged, rushing toward her. "I'll help you with your Calc homework," I could tell she was struggling with it, by the few glances I took of her test grades over her shoulder. She took this into consideration, and smiled at me.

"Fine," She agreed, and I squealed in excitement. "But! I refuse to drink more than one of those lemonades a day… Not a big fan of lemons." I smiled.

"Of course,"

Jenny's POV~

I entered my first Lemonade Mouth band practice nervously. I know full well how popular the band had become, and honestly, I had no idea why they were still bothering with high school. I suppose the band was a little on edge on the moment. While I didn't bother with gossip, I did overhear what had happened after they returned from New York. Between Scott and Mo, Wen and Olivia, then Mo and Charlie… I had vowed ever since I started playing drums that if I were to join a band, I would never get myself in a relationship.

I went past the few rooms in the brand new music hall, and entered the enormous auditorium. Mo immediately greeted me.

"Jenny!" She yelled, pulling me into an embrace. "I was afraid you weren't going to show!"

"Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence, Mo," I laughed nervously. Truth be told, while I dressed offbeat and sometimes wore outrageous makeup, I'm incredibly self-conscious. I hear what people call me. My brother, Mike, sticks up for me, but really, we both know being called a lesbian wasn't as bad as them finding out the truth.

"We're just really desperate for a drummer is all," A male voice spoke from behind me. I turned around to face the source, and was greeted by beautiful green eyes.

Now, normally I wouldn't say this about Wen Gifford. I had a class with him when I was in middle school, and let me tell you, the kid is cocky. However, I guess puberty had been kind to him. He was still a soulless ginger, however I had to admit that the red hair looked great on him, tufts sticking out here and there. His jaw line was well defined, his pale complexion spotted with tawny freckles. He wore a light blue and orange plaid shirt half buttoned, to reveal a v-neck white tee. I recognized the red skinny jeans he often wore, before snapping out of the trance I had gotten in, afraid he'd think I was checking out his package, or something like that.

"Well, I'm not making any promises!" I let out with a breath. "I'd prefer to think of this as like… an audition. I've never actually played with other people."

"Well, let's see what you got," Stella, the new girl, challenged. I nodded, and delicately took a seat behind the drum set. I began with a simple beat on the snare, and then started to add several other beats with the bass and floor tom. If there is one thing I can brag about with my drums, it's my ability to copy a beat by sound. So I used it to my advantage, beginning to play the intro to their song "Here We Go"

Olivia quickly began to sing along, and I caught a smirk on Stella's face as she picked up her guitar to join in. Soon enough, the whole auditorium was pounded with the music I had started. At the ending of the song, I laid my drumsticks down, and let out an enormous breath. I really did that? I proud feeling swelled in my chest.

Mo and Olivia came over to me, congratulating me. "You're perfect!" Olivia proclaimed, smiling wide. "You're so going to do great at the bash!" Mo nodded furiously in agreement.

"I gotta admit-" Wen started, setting his microphone down to approach me. "You were pretty amazing. How'd you learn to do that?"

"I'm just an audio learner, I guess," I shrugged. He nodded at me, and I smiled slightly.

"Well, let's see how well you sight read," Stella said, handing me papers with messy notes all over them. "These are the tabs that Charlie made for the new song we're working on. He wrote them with his left hand, since his right one is broken, but they're… somewhat legible."

I stared down at the papers in my lap. I could barely make out anything; they just looked like scribbles a four-year-old put down. How the hell did they expect me to learn from this? I didn't even know they made tabs for drums. I glanced at the title, and I instantly feel bad for Wen. "Moving On" Now I didn't know Olivia that well, but personally I would hate having to play a song that was about me. I stole a glance at the boy, and I could see a flush on his face as he scratched the back of his head, almost ashamed.

"Well, um," I began hesitantly, but was cut off by the trouble making teen.

"Practice it at home, and we will see how it is tomorrow," She smiled at me. I couldn't tell if she was trying to be mean or was just that dense to other people's emotions. Judging by her band mate's exasperated expressions, however, she assumed it was the latter. I sighed, and stood up to get my bag and leave. The group had already begun to shuffle out, lifting their mascot drink into the air. I watched them leave, and wondered if anyone could ever fit in in such a close-knit group of friends. I went back to staring at the messy papers, and exhaled deeply.

What had I gotten myself into?

A/N: Well, that's the first chapter. I feel it should be mentioned that I LOVED OliviaxWen in the movie, but the OC just kind of came to me. To go with the theme of the movie, Jen does have some issues with herself, although they're not as family-centric as the other characters seem to have. She is NOT a replacement for Charlie by any means, so please don't think that's what I am doing. And if you're looking for a story where the original character fits in right away, lets just say this isn't for you… Hope you enjoyed it!