Hi. This is the second chapter. Yeah, enjoy and thanks for clicking on this.

Skylar's POV

After these past few weeks, Dante's has become like a second home to me. I was currently at Dante's with Stella discussing her next gig. "And Dante said we could play here!" I smiled, "That's great, Stella! I seriously hope you guys get a record deal one day. You guys are amazing." She smiled.

"Why, thank you." I laughed, "You are very welcome." we laugh and pay for the pizza. "We should get back to my place, the rest of the band is probably already there." she says to me. I nod, take the pizza box from her and get in the car.

After the last bell rang, we all went to Stella's house for their practice. I was just in the corner finishing a song I had been working on since I broke up with a jerk back home. Long story.

And, no. I'm not Taylor Swift. But he was a bigger ass than Ray. And that says a lot. Once we got back to Stella's house, I grabbed a slice of pizza and continued my song.

I used to think one day, we'd tell the story of us.

That sounds totally like me. I quickly jotted it down and took a bite of my pizza.

How we met and the sparks flew instantly. And people would say 'they're the lucky ones'.

"Watcha doing?" Mo's voice says from behind me. I quickly shut the notebook, "English homework!" I scream. She giggles. "I'm in your English class, we don't have homework." she sits next to me. I smile at her innocently.

"We don't?" I ask in a stupid voice. "Nope." she says popping the 'p' and taking my notebook from me. I don't even protest as she reads through it, "You're a songwriter?" I smile sheepishly.

"I guess it runs in the White family, because this is good." she says. "Really?" I ask happily. "Of course." I smile gratefully. "Thanks." she smiles at me, "No problem, Skylar."

Olivia walks over to us and asks what we're reading. Soon enough everyone knows that I'm a pathetic little loser who likes to write songs. Just kidding, I'm amazing.

"You write songs?" Charlie asks, I just nod. "Cool." he replies before coming over to check the lyrics. I'm not embarrased that they know that I write music, but because they're reading the lyrics.

"Are you almost finished with the song?" Wen asks, "Yeah, I just need like two or three more verses." he nods understandingly. "I think it runs in the family." Olivia says giggling and snorting.

Wen laughs at her snorts, "That's what I said." Mo told Olivia. We spent the next half hour laughing and talking. I got up to go get another slice of pizza. When I got back, they were all back to practicing and I went back to finishing my song.

*The next day at school*

I walked through the halls and into the classroom that I dreaded the most. Third period. You know why? Because it's calculus. And because Ray is in the class. Shocker right?

I absolutley hate calculus. Not because I'm not good at math, because I am, but it requires so much thinking. I'd rather be eating. But then again, I'd rather eat than do most things anyway.

"Hey babe." I felt weight drop onto my shoulder. I turned to my left and saw Ray with a smirk on his face. I wanted to slap it off of him. "Fuck off." I say before taking his arm off me as if he was contagious with the flu.

"Oh come on, babe. You know you like it." I gagged at his comment and he laughed. He just loves to annoy me! "Please, shut up." the late bell had rung just as I took my seat. Unfortunately, Ray decided he'd would like to sit next to me for the day. A girl named Victoria that I had befriended earlier that week smiled at me with an apoligetic look on her face.

She knows about my hatred for Ray. Why doesn't she come save me? "Why? You know you love talking to me." Ray stated putting his feet up on the desk. This guy just didn't have any respect what-so-ever.

I hate to admit it, but after these few weeks I've gotten used to Ray. It's annoying me. But, just because I'm used to him means I like him. Because I don't, he's still an arrogant ass.

"Has anyone ever told you how big of an ego you have?" I asked him, shooting him a look. "Many, many times." I shake my head at his answer, I was just about to reply before Mr. Lee looked up from his desk and scolded us, "Mr. Beech and Mrs. White, I'm warning you to stop your talking or you'll have to face the consequences." I nod.

"Yes, sir. It won't happen again." kiss ass. "You are such a teacher's pet." I mutter to him. "I don't have to be, they love me anyway." I scoffed, maybe a litle to loudly, "Ray and Skylar, I'm giving you your last warning. You've already disrupted the class twice. Don't make me have to talk to you again." I roll my eyes, thankfully he didn't see, "Sorry, Mr. Lee." Ray says.

"You need to stop talking to me." Ray whispers, I almost laugh but hold it back. "You're practically begging to get in trouble, Beech." I reply. He smirks, "If I do, I'll make sure to get you in trouble as well." I roll my eyes again.

"But, I'm not doing anything. You keep talking to me, regardless of all the consequences." I say. He half smiles, which makes me feel really weird inside I can't tell if that's bad or good, and says, "Well, you're making the decision of replying." He's right. Why am I even talking to him?

"Well, if I didn't reply, you'd still make the decision to annoy me." I replied. "I don't annoy you." he says. "Of course you do." I reply. "No matter how hard you try and deny it, you know that you enjoy my company."

I scoff again, "You wish." he smirks. "Mr. Beech, Mrs. White. I've had enough of you're talking. Detention for both of you." Ray just smiles, "But, Mr. Lee. I have soccer practice-" the way he says it pisses me off. As if the teacher would let him off that easily.

"You're right, Mr. Beech. Mrs. White however, is still in detention." he said writing it on a note. "What the fuck?" I say, without thinking. "Language!" he says to me. "That's not fair, Mr. Lee. He was the one talking to me, and I know I made a mistake by responding, but he talked just as much as I did. So, it's only fair that he gets the same punishment." I say calmly. I use to do this all the time when I got in trouble.

Instead of throwing a bitch fit, I calmly explained why I was right. And, not to sound bitchy or anything, but things usually went my way. "You're right. Mr. Beech, coach won't mind if you miss just one practice. Detention for both of you." he waves his hand as if to dismiss the subject.

I sit back down and expect Ray to glare at me for earning him a spot in detention. Instead he smirks and leans in way to close for my liking and says, "You just can't get enough of me, can you?" I roll my eyes. The bell rings, I grab my stuff, and run out of the classroom and into fourth period.

*Lunch*

I dropped my things on the lunch table and sat down. To say I was pissed off was an understatement. I spent my fourth period getting picked on by that blonde bimbo Jules and her friend that I didn't even bother to acknowledge. I was grateful that Ray didn't join in, but the fact that he ignored everything seemed a bit off for him.

Weird. Why do I care? I don't. I don't care about Ray.

"Woah, there. You okay?" Charlie asks as I plop onto the seat. "No." I say and shove my sandwich into my mouth. "What's wrong?" Wen asks. "People are such fucking idiots. They think bullying is funny, when in reality it causes people to think badly about themselves and causes disorders like depression and anxiety. And sucidal thoughts." I say quickly.

I had experience, it was part of the reason why I had to move here. I was very sucidal, but I pretended to be a happy-go-lucky person to ignore the problems around me. Jules' bullying was nowhere near as bad as the bullying from my hometown, but it still hurt to know that I wasn't what she and others called 'pretty'.

"Is somebody bullying you? Wen and I will kick their ass if they are." Stella says. I laugh, "Jules is just being annoying. And so is Ray. And so is that girl who follows them everywhere." I say.

"Ray and Jules are bullying you?" Mo asks. "Well, I wouldn't say they do it together. They are different. Jules is more like the bully, shoving me and calling me names. When, Ray is just annoying." I explain.

"What kind of annoying?" Charlie asks. "There's types?" I ask and earn a laugh from him. "No, I mean what kind of stuff does he do?" he explains. "He keeps insisting that I like him. And earlier in third period he kept talking to me, and since it was calculus, I talked back. I ended up getting detention along with him." I tell them. Olivia's face breaks out into a smile.

"Okay, I have a theory." Olivia says acting all giddy, "And that theory is?" I say drinking my apple juice. What? It's good.

"I think Ray likes you."

And with that, I spit out my apple juice causing all of it to spray onto Charlie. "Sorry." I say sheepishly. "And you," I say, pointing an accusing finger at Olivia, "He does not like me."

She just smiles, "Just think about it. He likes you, and it's pretty obvious you don't like him, and he can't stand the fact that you don't find him irresistable. Like every other girl in this school does, except you and Stella-" she's cut off by Wen.

"So, you do find him attractive?" he asks, I giggle quitely along with Mo. "N-no, I didn't say that." Olivia stammers. "You said that every other girl in this school finds him irresistable, except for Skylar and Stella. And if I'm not mistaken, you're a girl and go to this school."

She stutters for a bit before I jump in, being the good cousin I am, and save her, "Why do you care so much, Wen?" I ask him taking him by surprise. "W-well, i don't. I just- He's like an enemy, is all."

I raise my eyebrow at him, "So, if I told you that I thought he was attractive you'd get as freaked out as you did with Olivia saying it?" I ask him, eyebrow still raised. "O-of course. Dion't date him. Yeah." he replies.

"Either it was that, or you're jealous." I say in a sing-song voice. "I-I am not jealous. I just- I'm not-"

"We get it, Wen. Don't break a sweat." Stella says. "And as for you," she says looking at me, "You find Ray attractive, huh?" I was just about to reply before I heard someone reply for me.

"Of course she does."

Ray.

I groan loudly. "Go away." I say to him without even turning around. "I just came to return something, babe." confused, I turn around to face him. He's standing there with the guy I saw him with on that day in Auguast. My first day in Rhode Island.

He hands me a pink paper, detention. Great. "You forgot you're detention slip. Nice going." he ruffles my hair and I swat his arm away. "Kay. Thanks. Bye."

He rolls his eyes and laughs, a real genuine laugh (weird, right?), "Bye. Try not to miss me too much." and with that he strides away. I roll my eyes and turn back to the group. They are all staring at me with wide eyes.

"What?" I ask them, Olivia is the first to speak, "That's the first time we've seen Ray not be an arrogant asshole and give somebody a wedgie. He looked completely normal." she turned to the rest of the group.

"Has he ever wedgied any of you?" I ask, amusement in voice showing. Wen and Charlie raise their hands with shame. I laugh at them. "In all seriousness, I'm going to have to agree with Olivia on her theory of Ray liking Skylar." Mo says. I glare at both girls.

*Detention*

I walk out of the basement and into the music room. Which is also the detention. Luckily for me nobody is here yet. Not even Mrs. Rezneck, the detention supervisior. I walk over to the guitar that lays on the old desk.

I strum a few strings before I find myself humming the lyrics to my song. I check the clock, nobody is supposed to be here for another seven minutes...

I strum away at the strings and beging to sing,

I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us,

How we met and the sparks flew instantly,

People would say, "They're the lucky ones."

I used to know my place was a spot next to you,

Now I'm searching the room for an empty seat,

'Cause lately I don't even know what page you're on

I keep strumming and singing quitely. My quiet singing turns into belting out. I don't even know how.

Oh, a simple complication,

Miscommunications lead to fall-out.

So many things that I wish you knew,

So many walls that I can't break through.

Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking,

And I'm dying to know is it killing you like it's killing me, yeah?

I don't know what to say, since the twist of fate when it all broke down,

And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.

I heard a noise come from behind me and craned my neck to see where it came from. The class looked empty, so I continued to sing.

Next chapter.

How'd we end up this way?

See me nervously pulling at my clothes and trying to look busy,

And you're doing your best to avoid me.

I'm starting to think one day I'll tell the story of us,

How I was losing my mind when I saw you here,

But you held your pride like you should've held me.

I belted out the last verses.

Oh, I'm scared to see the ending,

Why are we pretending this is nothing?

I'd tell you I miss you but I don't know how,

I've never heard silence quite this loud.

Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking,

And I'm dying to know is it killing you like it's killing me, yeah?

I don't know what to say, since the twist of fate when it all broke down,

And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.

This is looking like a contest,

Of who can act like they care less,

But I liked it better when you were on my side.

The battle's in your hands now,

But I would lay my armor down

If you said you'd rather love than fight.

So many things that you wished I knew,

But the story of us might be ending soon.

Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking,

And I'm dying to know is it killing you like it's killing me, yeah?

I don't know what to say, since the twist of fate when it all broke down,

And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now, now, now.

And we're not speaking,

And I'm dying to know is it killing you like it's killing me, yeah?

I don't know what to say, since the twist of fate 'cause we're going down,

And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.

The end.

I quickly put the guitar down and was startled by loud clapping. "That was beautiful." I turn around to the sound of Ray's voice and glare. "Shut up."

bye.