We need more of these two, people. Do you not see the chemistry? I do.

This is going to be a collection of stories revolving around none other than the power couple we all know and love:

Ray and Stella

Title: Payback

Character(s): Stella Y., Ray B., Olivia W., Mo B., Charlie D., Wen G., Scott P.

Summary: Jealousy is evident in the lead guitarist of everyone's favorite band. Mo and Olivia have a creeping suspicion that Ray is the cause.

Pairing(s): hinted Ray/Stella

Genre: Gen

Rating: K

Stella's cheeks were burning red as she watch Ray hit on every girl that walked into the cafeteria through the double doors. She clenched and unclenched her fist around the can of Mel's lemonade in her hand, it left a deeper dent with each compression. "He's such a jerk." She scoffed, turning to Mo and resting her chin in her palm.

"Someone's jealous." Mo and Olivia sing-songed, sharing a knowing glance as Scott, Charlie, and Wen snickered in the background.

"I'm not jealous." Stella grunted, propping her feet on the empty chair beside her, her eyes narrowed.

Olivia tucked a strand of blonde behind her left ear and said, "Whatever, Stella, you say the same thing every week. It's getting kind of old."

Stella gasped, insulted. She let out a frustrated sigh, shaking her head. "He's mocking me, seriously. I just know it."

Wen snorted, picking up a french fry and sticking it in his mouth. "What makes you think that?"

"He thinks he's so amazing. So...so perfect! Well," she paused, standing up. "I'll show him!"

The group watched in horror as the rebel marched over to Ray. Her pride was gonna be her downfall someday. It was painfully obvious that she was jealous.

The jock hadn't shown any interest in her, at all. They weren't going to deny that this was going to be an interesting resolution.

Ray raised an eyebrow as Stella approached him. "Can I help you?"

"Just who exactly to you think you are?" the half-Asian snapped, jabbing a finger into his chest.

Ray's blue eyes beamed with amusement. "Excuse me, crazy lady, I have no idea what you're talking about."

Stella only got angrier. "Don't play dumb with me, jock strap! I know the game you're playing."

He stared at the shorter girl and pushed her finger away, an arrogant smirk crawled its way onto his face. "Fill me in, oh wise one." he said, sarcastically.

Stella's face flushed and her glare deepened. How dare he mock her! "I'm done with you picking up everything with boobs-"

"Except you?" the cocky blonde laughed, holding his stomache.

"Shut up, Beech. You disgust me." Stella huffed, turning around. Ray grabbed her shoulder before she got too far, making her turn to face him instead. "What?"

the girl whined, now irritated and somewhat embarrassed.

Ray grinned. "If you wanna go out with me, all you've got to do is ask."

This simple (stupid, stupid) statement made Stella nearly go weak in the knees. Damn his charm. He knew how to push every single on of her buttons.

She pulled out of his grip ad scoffed. "Don't flatter yourself, Ray."

"I could say the same, Yamada," he retorted, emphasizing her last name.

Stella's heart dropped the tiniest bit. "God, you're so arrogant! That's your problem! Too much freaking pride."

"So? What are you gonna do about it?" He challenged, crossing his arms and raising his eyebrows.

"Nothing."

"Wait...what?"

Stella smirked, leaning towards him, just so.

"Two can play at that game." And with that, she walked away.

She made sure to flirt with every guy she saw on her way back to her table.