Dear Readers,

This is my first Zevie story and my first fan-fiction story! I am so excited. Some of you may recognize my username from reviews (I love to review), but this will be my first story (and what better day than on Zevie day). I am thrilled to become a part of the community! Please enjoy. 3

Chapter 1: How to Rock Fresh Meat

Stevie's P.O.V.

Fresh meat. That's how Kevin described it . . . or him. Today, finally, something interesting was going to happen: there was a new kid. He just started this morning, but the rumors had started weeks ago. Don't ask me what they are; I do my best to not pay attention.

"Hey, Loserberry, if you stare any harder you might blow up!" Kacey Simon, Queen of the Perfs, called to me. I suddenly realized that while lost in thought, I had been staring at the Perfs. Trust me on this, if I had not been so out of it then, I would be doing the exact opposite, avoid looking at those stuck-up, rich girls that had nothing more to worry about than their manicure. Personally, they made me want to hurl but to the rest of the school they were goddesses. I gave Kacey a death glare and then finished putting my books away in my locker. I turned and started to head to my table, a.k.a. the worst table in the courtyard, and then 'fresh meat' walked in. He wore a gray guy tank, a blue plaid shirt, and some worn jeans. He had jet-black hair, a serious expression, but kind eyes. He was kind of cute, okay, I get it, but just because I'm tomboy Stevie Baskara, doesn't mean I can't look . . . anyway, what really grabbed my attention was what he held in his right hand, a ukulele case . . . interesting. I watched on as he tried to find a place to sit.

"Hey, I'm Zander, I'm new and-", but before he could even finish his sentence all the kids at the table had vanished. I walked up to him and put my hand on his shoulder . . .

Zander's P.O.V.

Before I could even get out the next word all the kids fled, and before I could even react I felt a pressure on my shoulder.

"-And I'm not that judgmental", a girl wearing combat boots, black skinny jeans, a simple red blouse and a beanie stepped up to my side. Her hand was on my shoulder. I moved my body to face her and she took back her hand, and for some reason I wished she would put it back.

"I'm Stevie", she smiled and held out her hand. Since when do people shake hands? I guess I had a weird look on my face because her smile faded and she pulled back her hand.

"Well . . . I like your ukulele case", she said trying to break the uncomfortable silence I was causing. I looked down at my case it had a big purple "Z" on it. Just her coming up to me was odd enough, but now, I knew she was different.

"I'm just surprised you didn't think it was for a mini guitar", I smirked.

"You really have never met anyone with a brain, then" she laughed. I chuckled, she was kind of cute.

"Brains aren't my type."

"So, you're the kind who likes to flirt around but can never go on more than one date with the same girl?"

"Yeah, that's me"

"You do realize that you basically just said you're incapable of commitment" she grinned. She was different than any girl I had ever met before, that's for sure, but no one can resist the Zander charm.

"Y'know, I hang with a lot of girls, but I've never met one as special as you."

"Dear God, you need help." I guess she can resist it. "Come sit down with us." she started, while turning and walking away.

"'Us'?" I questioned as I followed her to a far-off table, right next to the garbage cans.

"Zander, meet Nelson; keyboard, Kevin; drums-"

"And you?"

"I play bass, primarily. But I can play guitar, piano, cello, and violin."

"Wow."

"Yep. Well, we are the music outcasts", she said casually, clearly seeing that as a fact rather than a matter-of-opinion. She sat down and I quickly followed her lead.

"Kevin, Nelson, this is 'fresh meat'." As she introduced me, I began to realize what was happening; I was being . . . accepted. Simultaneously, they said, "Welcome to the band, 'fresh meat'."

I hope you liked it! Thank you for reading. I normally go to bed really, really early (I live by Benjamin Franklin quotes), but I had to finish and post this for Zevie day. Please review, and happy Zevie day!

Sincerely,

Aspiring Writer 3