Guess what? Since I got so many encouraging reviews for my Rayella one-shot, I decided to give a chance on writing a Rayella chapter-story. This story depends on all of you; since the fact that I'm still working on my Starlie story! So my updates on this story will be all on the reviews I get and if you guys, you know, like it! So let's see how it goes…

By the way, this is an AU (alternate universe) which means "Lemonade Mouth" never happened and Ray isn't the popular jerk like in the movie! LOL enjoy!

Disclaimer – I don't own anything minus this story!

Chapter 1

"Beech after table 7 I need you to clean table 3 and 2!" shouted Ray's manager from the back of the fast food restaurant. Ray Beech, also known as total geek of Mesa High—from what the kids at school call him—shot his manager, also known as Jeffery Banks, two thumbs up with a quick "Gotcha!" and started finishing off on a table.

His job was very simple: clean tables; play the part of a waiter—occasionally—and throw away trash. Pretty gross huh? Although that might have been true, he honestly didn't care. Like he always said to his best friend, "Any job that pays works for me."

He finished off on the table and dusted off his hands absentmindedly on his kaki pants. He collected the cleaning products and moved them to the next filthy table. He sighed quickly and checked his watch. Almost finished for the day. Come on Beech you can make it! He encouraged himself.

He then picked up the all the dirty plates and silverware and walked his way to the back of the restaurant where the sink and dishwasher were located.

As he walked to the back, his manager stopped him and said: "Finish off table 3 and 2, then I need you to serve table 9." His manager pointed to the designated table. Ray, without looking back at the table, nodded silently and continued his journey to the back.

Once he completed with that he made his way to the next table and began cleaning. As he scrubbed down the table, from the corner of his eye he was able to see a figure standing across from him; analyzing him.

He let a light smirk appear on his face and looked up to be met with doe brown eyes looking at him questionably.

"What's up, Olivia?" he nodded, smiling at his friend. Olivia White, Ray Beech's partner in crime since first grade. Also know as his best friend. He didn't have many close friends—considering his title in Mesa High—but he and Olivia had known each other for almost forever and since then they'd clicked.

She smiled at him with her arms crossed in a cool manner "Hey…" she replied casually. "So how much longer 'til you're done with work?" she asked leaning her hands on the cherry red table he was cleaning.

Ray rolled his piercing blue eyes at the blonde, but nonetheless smiled. He stood up straight and threw the white towel, he was cleaning with, over his left shoulder and stared thoughtfully into space as if contemplating on an answer.

Let's see…clean table 3. He looks down at said table making sure it looked decent enough and checked! it off his mental list. "Um I need to clean another table then serve a table. This means, I should hurry up before the people at the table start getting anxious."

"You mean much like the last time?" she asked him with a playful smirk while tilting her head a little to her right side. He rolled his eyes once again, and chuckled "Exactly." He stated giving her a wink before starting quickly on the next table leaving the plates on the last one.

"Hello? Get the plates!" he heard her exclaim from the previous table.

He eyed her pleadingly as communicated with his eyes: "Please take 'em to the back?" she looked at him like he's ridiculous, but then threw her hands up in an exasperated manner, and picked up the plates.

He laughed quietly to himself, gotta love her. He finished off the last table and brought the plates to the back. He went to the back and saw Olivia putting all the dishes in the sink. He couldn't help but laugh at her facial expression.

She shot him the deadliest of glares and he lifted his hand up in surrender. "Sorry…"

"You are so lucky—" he cut her off "That you love me? Love you too." He said playfully wining a slap on the arm. He just laughed it off and shakes his head. "Okay I have to serve a table then we can go, alright?"

"Fine whatever." She said smiling. They both made their way to the front of the restaurant and he picked up a small notebook to write down the orders.

Okay boss said table number 9. He looked at mentioned table and smiled. Okay time to play the role of a waiter. From where he was standing he could see a female figure in the booth he was designated to serve so he walked up to her. He noticed that her face was downwards; looking at her phone.

"Hello, I'm Ray Beech, and I'll be your waiter for today." He said with a half-smile. Well the smile was pretty compulsory, so yeah. Her head shot up not realizing that someone had already walked up to assist her. "Beech, huh interesting last name." she remarked thoughtfully.

Her remark had been completely drowned in his ears and his mouth almost flew open. He had never seen such a pretty girl. She had the most chocolate eyes he'd ever seen. He felt as if he could drown himself in them.

She cleared her throat, trying to gain the attention from the man—not knowing that he was giving plenty of attention. He shook his head seeming to have woken up from his mini daydreaming and feigned a smile. "Sorry… J-just um tired."

She nodding seeming alright with the excuse and smirked "Hi, I'm Stella Yamada." And he has never heard a more perfect name.

Yes, I know, it's short, but it's only the introduction! I promise the following chapters will be longer! ;)