DISCLAIMER~ Apparently I have to do this to myself but no, I don't own anything of the Harry Potter series; all but those few characters and plot lines that will be in this story :3 UNEDITED- sorry for any grammatical mistakes..
God, I hate newbies.
My lip curled at the arrogant, thick-headed brunette boy in front of me. I had asked him nicely not to throw spitballs at me during class, and I had tried to be nice when he shoved my bag away and sat in my seat on the bus.
They're so ignorant.
His, presumably, new friend ( who looked terrified and was sitting in front of us) was shaking his head frantically and trying to get him to move.
Smart boy.
Said New Kid refused.
Stupid boy.
Seeing a pattern?
The bus's chatter had died down and the other students were looking on curiously as I glared down at- what was his name? Oh yea; Brandon- in annoyance.
"Listen kid- you really need to learn the do's and don'ts of this place, and I'm not just talking about the girls." That earned a few collective giggles from the others. "But either you move your sorry, scrawny little butt or I'm gonna whip it seven times till Sunday and you won't sit for decades." I glowered quietly and Brandon snorted unattractively.
"No, you listen, you fat, ugly, troll ," the onlookers gasped worriedly at his words, "I'm new and I'm claiming this -!"
I didn't let him finished before I grabbed his shirt and heaved him up, tugging us nose-to-nose.
"You messed with the wrong girl, Brandon." I hissed and turned my head, piercings glinting. "I don't give a damn who you are but I will not hesitate to hurt you, got it? Just ask this lot." I flicked my head towards the gang of sniggering boys up the back of the bus, all of which shut up instantly as they caught my glare. " I will kick your tiny, un-dropped balls so hard they get stuck in your throat an you will choke to death!"
The look on his face was priceless and I let go of him, standing tall as I watched shim scramble away.
"Everyfing all righ', Annie?" I smiled at the elderly bus driver, Charlie.
"Yea, Charlie- just being called fat, ugly and a- what was it? Ah, a troll by the new kid. Creative, In'ne?"
Charlie stiffened visibly and turned to Brandon, who instantly tried to shrink. "Ge' off mah b's." His thick Scottish accent became thicker as his voice boomed, though he was speaking at a normal tone.
Brandon tried to protest. "But how else am I-"
"Are ya deaf? Ge'! Off! Mah bus!" Charlie bellowed like a wounded bull and I settled into my chair, watching the terrified brunette scamper off like a startled rat.
See, I was like a daughter- or grand daughter, if you will- to Charlie. He and his wife Lori spent a lot of time and effort looking after me when my godparents couldn't be bothered. This happened a lot nowadays.
"No one insults mah li'l girl and ge's away wivvit." Charlie grinned toothily at his mirror as he started up the bus, chuckling heartily while the engine rumbled to life. I smiled gratefully back and put my earphones in, pulling out my phone and messaging my friends.
~The Sass Cat~:
Yo, band prac still on with you guys?
Momma Jinxx Xp-
Yea, Jamie & I r still ^ 4 it 3
~The Sass Cat~-
Sickers. Jaaaack, what about you?
Jackie-Chan luffs chu:
Yis brew. Ur place?
~The Sass Cat~
Damn right. See you there.
Turning on my music and tucking my phone back in my pocket, I shifted my body sideways and drew my knees up. I tipped my head back onto the windowsill and yawned quietly, closing my eyes against the warm sunlight as I waited for my stop.
"Yea," I grinned as I stepped off the bus, " thanks Charlie!"
I crossed the road and jumped the fence, too lazy to walk all the way around my house.
Lea, Chelcie and Jack were already waiting, leaning against my shed door with guitar cases or, in Lea's case, drum sticks in hand.
I waved and grinned but it faded as I looked around. "Where's Jamie?"
Someone spoke from behind me and I startled. "Father son trouble." I spun around at Mike's voice and scowled. Jamie and Lea were twins, but their parents split up not that long ago. Their dad took a turn for the worst and got a little messed up. My stepbrother spoke again as he looked down at his phone.
"'Parrently he'll be here any minute though. Tell Vicky I'm going to Andrew's, will ya?" I rolled my eyes at my step brother and nodded.
"Sure, but I'm making pizza for dinner."
"Cool. We're getting sushi."
I gaped at him in disbelief before huffing and turning to the shed door. I took the key from around my neck and unlocked it, throwing the old roller door wide open. Light flooded into the makeshift music room and dust motes spun in the air.
Lea and I's hand painted banner, boasting Moment Of Impact (the name of our band), had fallen at one corner and she ran to fix it with a pout.
"Hey, wait up!" A familiar voice yelled as we turned to see Jamie vaulting over the fence and pelt towards us. He stumbled to a stop when he reached us and bent over, panting for breath with his hands white-knuckling his knees. As he straightened back up and pressed a hand to the stitch in his waist, I gasped and pulled my sleeve over my hand.
"Jamie, you're bleeding." I pointed out stupidly and dabbed my sleeve as gently as I could against his split lip, cleaning the blood away and frowning at the beginnings of a black eye.
Jamie softly knocked my hand away and waved me off. "I'll be fine."
Lea stomped her foot angrily. "This has to stop! Can I talk to Mum about it?" She stressed angrily.
Jamie shook his head quickly, his brown hair flopping. "I'll sort it out, I swear. Just... just don't make her worry."
"But Jamie-!"
"Drop it, Lea. I said no."
Lea sighed and tugged on her blonde bangs, pulling her hair back into a ponytail restlessly.
"So... Band prac?" Chelcie prompted from behind us and Jamie gave her a lopsided grin, glad for the change of conversation. Lea nodded and threw a drum stick in the air, stumbling as she caught it again and making us laugh. The heavy tension eased a little.
"I figured out a riff for that Into The Night song, Aria." Jack called, pulling his electric guitar from its case.
"Sweet! I s'pose we should start with that one then, sound good?" I looked around as Lea started to bounce on her stool excitedly.
"Then can we do Renegade? I finally got that drum pattern right!" She whined. I laughed and nodded while Jamie passed my guitar case to me from its stand.
"Thanks, Jay-Jay." I dodged a half-hearted slap and chuckled.
"You're lucky I don't hate you, Annie." He grumble and I poked my tongue out at him, kneeling and clicking the clasps on the case open, pulling out my beautiful guitar. The red-to-black ombré paintwork glimmered familiarly and I twanged the perfectly tuned strings a few times, grinning and tossing the shoulder strap over my head an pulling my sparky purple hair out from underneath it.
I hooked it up to our dual amp with a broken screech and slid a microphone into the stand in front of me, chucking one to Jack and Jamie grabbed one himself, setting up their own guitars while Chelcie check up the sound system and tech-y stuff that I really didn't understand too well. Lea impatiently tapped the bass drum with her foot pedal.
"C'mon, Jack!" I whine impatiently as he fiddled with his guitar strings. He rolled his eye at me and struck the opening chords, spurring me into the harsh scream that introduced the song.
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I drained the last of my water bottle and waved to Lea as she skipped away energetically, leaving me to pack up the shed. Jack, Jamie and Chelcie had packed off to who-knows-where.
I folded up the stands and tucked them away, turning off the mostly useless, dim lights and tugging the rusty roller door down again and turning the key.
I pulled my bag onto my shoulder and headed towards the house. Food. I need food. No, I need pizza. Pizza sound good.
Lost in my thoughts of pizza, I didn't notice the two other figures in my kitchen as I started whistling.
The whistle spiraled into a high pitched screech as I oil in the scene before me.
Jack, innocent blond little Jack, had Jamie sitting on my kitchen table, the little bastard pressed between Jamie's open legs and kissing him fiercely.
On my kitchen table.
WhereIwasAboutToMakePizza.
"Oi!" I shrieked, gaping at the oblivious boys. Jack stumbled backward and Jamie nearly fell off the table.
"Shit, sorry Aria!" Jack cringed and Jamie covered his mouth and blush with his wrist, sliding to the floor and sporting awkwardly tight skinny jeans while stuttering aimlessly.
I contemplated exploding and put my hands on my hips, deciding to let it go. Not as much mess that way.
"Honestly, you two, hygiene! My pizza goes on that table!" I huffed. Jack looked astounded and Jamie's eyes bugged.
"Oh don't look so surprised. You've been making Heart-Eyes Howell at each other for weeks." I snorted.
"Uh..." Jack started." Bad timing, I know, but can we ask you a massive favor? Jamie can't go home with these." He pointed sheepishly to Jamie's hickies and I looked between his gaze and Jamie's embarrassed blush. "Wait wait, lemme guess. You guys want to stay the night, don't you?" They both nodded and I slumped.
"But... Ugh. I have to share my pizza." I started grumbling under my breath a they thanked me and shook an accusing finger at them. " If any loud sex wakes me up in the middle of the night, you're both dead!"
Jamie squeaked accidentally and I ignored it,"Now help me with this pizza!"