So this is my first story. Again. So please give me any constructive criticism you deem necessary.

Anything you may need to know:

Okay, so is pretty much just about some of the single PJO characters I could think of, the ones that are like dead minor charcaters, and it's one of those famous band goes to high school. Bianca diAngelo isn't dead, because she's too awesome to die. Also, Travis and Connor aren't twins, but Connor is nine months younger. Cuz I hate it when people say they're twins, but I need them to be in the same year. And yes, Jason, Leo, Piper, and Reyna will be included. Anyone want me to do Leyna? Or not? Caleo? Anyone that you want to be evil? You, like when people make Rachel horrible. But I'm not gonna make Luke horrible. He's also too awesome for that. And anyone called Linda Matthews, or David Preach, please do not take offence.
Pairings:
Main:
Travis x Katie
Connor x Lou
Malcolm x Bianca (She's a feminist, but not like the Hunters.)
Drew x Will
Kayla x Mitchell
Minor:
Percy x Annabeth
Thalia x Luke
Jason x Piper
Beckendorf x Silena
(More might be added later on in the story.)

Chapter 1

Drew

"Blah blah blah..." Linda Matthews, our manager droned on. Well, that was what I heard anyway. Not that I was actually listening to a single word she said. She was as boring as her name, which was enough to make me yawn. I sighed, and opened my small clutch, and pulling out a small mirror to check my make up. It was impeccable, as expected. I looked gorgeous. I was part Asian, and had lightly coloured skin. My eyes were slightly slanted, perfect almond shapes that were the colour of molten chocolate, glossy dark hair that cascaded down my back in perfect ringlets, and a perfectly slender figure. My white leather mini skirt complimented my skin tone, and the black top that I had paired with it showed off my slim hips.

"Drew!" Linda yelled at me, and I sighed exaggeratedly, taking my time shutting my mirror, putting it back in my bag, and clasping it shut.
"Yes?" I drawled sarcastically, drawing the word out.
"Were you even listening to a thing I said?" She snapped exasperatedly, and I could tell she was getting fed up.
"Of course," I said sweetly," You were just talking about boring stuff that I have absolutely no interest in."

"I think you might be interested in this, Drew," Katie told me seriously. Katie was pretty too, but in a different way to me. I was beautiful in a bold, in-your-face, obvious kind of way. Katie had deeply tanned skin from the hours she used to spend gardening, and her hair was light brown, usually pulled up in a pony tail. Her eyes were bright forest green and she was wearing black leggings and a green silk top.
"Why?" I asked incredously. Surely, after all the time we've spent as a girl group, she understands that I really wasn't bothered most of the time.
"Because it concerns you," Kayla rolled her eyes. She too, was bewitching. She had golden hair that was naturally wavy, and was streaked with even lighter blond from the sun. She had sky blue eyes and was wearing a light blue sundress that stopped about an inch above her knee, and complimented her eyes.
"Hmmmm," I pretended to consider," I'm intruiged. Tell me more."

"You dropped out of High School to chase your career," Linda repeated dryly," All of you did. And you had to make do with various tutors."
"And you're reminding me of this because?" I sighed dramatically, flipping my shimmering hair over my shoulder and adjusted the killer heels on my feet. Being beautiful was seriously hard work.
"Because I think that it's about time that you and the girls went back to school, if only for a year."
"What?" I shrieked. Hey, don't judge me. It was fun, being famous. I could pull any guy I wanted.
"Told you she would freak," Bianca called out from where she was slumped ungraciously across an armchair. She looked like some kind of dark angel. She had pale, olive toned skin and deep brown hair that was so dark, it may as well have been black. Her eyes actually were black, like endless pits of nothingness. She was dressed in a black skirt, and a purple top, sort of like my outfit but with no leather, and she had matched it with fishnet tights, heavy black makeup and black ankle boots. She looked gorgeously gothic.

Lou was quiet. She had white blond hair which she had dip-dyed blue, and eyes that looked almost purple. She was quite short, and delicate looking, as though she was floating. She wore grey skinny jeans and a sweatshirt with a quote from some Harry Potter book, with black low topped Converse on her feet. She was probably mulling our situation over in her head.
"We're celebrities," She finally spoke up," Won't we be harrassed by fans?"

Linda shrugged," You'll be fine. People will eventually get used to you being there, and soon it'll just be a part of their everyday lives."
"What about our career?" Kayla questioned," Won't it just drop?"
"You'll still have concerts and stuff on weekends," Linda replied," Or your career will be ruined."

"It's going to be ruined anyway," I snapped," School? Please hon, we all know that it's over rated."
"Your education is important," Linda growled back, and I could tell that she was getting seriously irritated of my attitude," You should be pleased, and not so ungrateful."
"What're you going to do?" I taunted," Send me to my room?"
"I'll drop you," She said, calm as anything.

There was a long, suffocating silence in the room, and my heart rate suddenly picked up in worry.
"What?" I choked out," You can't do that!"
"I think you'll find I can," Linda smiled," The girls would do fine without you. The only differance is that you won't be famous anymore."
"Fine," I muttered, sulking," I'll do it."

"I wasn't giving you a choice, Drew."

Damn it. She had hidden behind a boring exterior of incredible boringness, whilst inside she's a manipulative bitch. I hated her. (Hmmm, I wonder who else I like that? :P)

MALCOLM P.O.V

We trooped down to the hotel lounge, as our manager, David Preach, had requested a meeting with us. I had no idea what it was about, and that annoyed me to no end. Yeah, I was a control freak, and I couldn't stand not knowing anything. That was a pretty accurate description of me.

David was already waiting for us, and let us pause for a moment more for me to give you some imagery of him. He was quite tall and lanky, with a droopy moustache, dull eyes,moved to America from England a few years ago, and he seemed to be at least sixty. He refused to let Travis and Connor call him Dave, no matter how much they badgered him, and to be honest, I had no idea how he had become manager of one of the most famous bands of the modern era. He still listened to bands that were old fashioned in the eighties. So he's kinda outdated.

Okay, so let me give you a quick introduction. I'm Malcolm (insert surname here), keyboardist for the band Innocence Has Fallen. Yes, we were listening to Mayday Parade when we were choosing names, and any dedicated fans of them would know what song. Anyway, the other members of the band are Will Solace, who does lead vocals, although we all sing, Mitchell (insert surname here), who plays bass, and Travis and Connor Stoll who play drums and guitar. We're pretty well known, and we take our inspiration from bands like You Me At Six, Mayday Parade, Secondhand Serenade and The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. If you don't know them, then I strongly recommend that you search them up. Pure genius.

"What's up?" Travis asked as soon as we entered the lounge, where David was already waiting for us, his mouth set in a firm, straight line.
"I have a proposal for you all," He said, immediately getting down to business.
"That went well last time," Connor muttered, and was rewarded with what I can assure you was a very intimidating glare from our manager. Well, last time he had had a proposal with us, it included changing our loook from normal teen band to... Urgh, it disgusts me to think about it. Lets just say that I think old David had been listening to all his old bands a bit too much, if you know what I mean.

"Anyway, I'm suggesting that you return to school."

There was a long pause, then we all burst into laughter.
"I didn't know you were one to mess about," Will sniggered, his blue eyes flashing.
"Yeah, I always thought you were a wrinkly old killjoy," Mitchell agreed. But at David's stony glare, he quickly stammered out," That, I, er, love of course. Just perfect."

"I was being serious," David explained," In fact, it's not much of a proposal. It's more like, you are going back to school, I don't care if you like it or not. You've got to have some sort of intelligance. You can't be thicker than Joey Essex. That would be bad publicity." (No offence to Joey Essex, btw. If you don't know who he is, he's this guy from English TV who thought that Jesus' mother was called Zesus. Self explanatory, I think.)

"What about fans?" I yelped as we all burst into conversation," They'll be crazed if we go to school with them! And, for your information, I have high intelligance already. "
"We're doing fine without school," Travis frowned," And who's Joey Essex?"
"Pffft, who needs education?" Connor shrugged, not looking thrilled by the idea.
"But what about our career!" Will cried, joining me in actually asking an intelligent question. In case you haven't guessed, I'm probably the smartest in the band.
"School sucks," Mitchell grumbled.

We were all speaking at once, and I saw the employees shooting us glances from the bar across the room. And old couple, clearly rich enough to stay in a hotel like this, were shooting us disgusted looks, irritated by our rowdiness, and the volume of our protests. But hey, none of us were exactly keen on the idea.
"Fans will get used to you," David began, carefully sifting through our harmonies in search of questions," You'll probably have to suffer through a few weeks of fans dogging your every step, taking photos every five seconds, hugging you, asking for autographs, but when you've endured that, it's all okay. "
"Sure, because it's not like we'll mind being slaughtered," Connor mumbled sarcastically. David overheard him.
"That's the spirit!" He answered delightedly.

"When do we start?" I asked cautiously, imagining that he'd say in at least a month or so.
"On Monday," He replied matter of factly.
"What?!" I practicially jumped through the roof," But today's Saturday! That means we only have a day to prepare!"

And there was a slow smile on our managers face. I could have sworn that he enjoyed seeing us in such an agitated state.
"Have fun."

So there you go. First chapter completed. Please review and answer the following questions to help me along with the plot:

Should any characters be able to scream? (As before mentioned, more like Austin Carlile or Oli Sykes.)
Any songs one of the bands could sing? (I have a few ideas, but I'm struggling more with the girls.)
Other Pairings?
Any characters, or OC's to be evil? (Excluding Rachel and Luke.)