Before She Did.

Chapter 2

"Like, wake up and junk! Your, totes, drooling all over the couch!" The sickening voice echoed through my ears while I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Though, there was no drool. Liar.

"What…?" I asked her, tiredly. I somewhat felt a bit refreshed, but I was still a bit angry from earlier, when I was with Corey...

"Like, get scoot over! My #gross brother wanted me to tell you something important, and junk," Trina replied. I raised an eyebrow at her, suspiciously, before moving over a bit so that she could sit.

She sat down, but when she did, she wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I sat there, uncomfortable.

"I feel sorry for what happened... NOT!" I was confused. What happened when I was asleep? Why did Corey go upstairs? To talk to Trina? Go to his room? To the washroom?

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Oh, he didn't tell you? Like, that sucks. I thought he, totes, wanted me to rub in the situation, to, like, make it worse." she continued, "Well, here. I'll, tell you what happened."

I gulped nervously. Trina was always full of bad news. From trapping Nick Mallory and forcing him to date her, to sabotaging our Corey's plans, to picking on me. Everything about her, I hated. I looked back at Trina, who had a evil-looking smirk across her lips. The same smirk I see whenever she's teasing me.

"Like, Corey came up to my room, which I kicked her out of, so instead, he like, text messaged me. I was, like, going to ignore him and delete him from my contacts, but, like, when I heard that he wanted me to tell you, that he, totes, wants you out of the band, and junk. I was definitely in with his 'crazy plan that jus might work!' So, like, when he went to sleep, I decided to come down here, and, totes, break the good news to you!" Trina told me.

I wasn't sure if I was supposed to believe her or not. I kinda beleive her about Corey going to sleep, but the rest… Not really… I mean, I can easily see Corey kicking me out of the band after doing something like this… Breaking my heart on purpose… Not even caring, like he usually would care… And instead, replace me with a new bassist…

"Awwww… Don't cry… Wait. Crying really suits you. It makes your mascara run down your cheeks. Totally fabulous for a wimp, like you!" she added.

I immediately wiped my cheeks clean. How did I shed tears without even feeling them or knowing about it?And why am I so vulnerable?! This is frustrating. I shouldn't be this emotional! I usually came up with a sarcastic reply, meaning that I didn't really care about what I just heard. But… It seems like I'm not able to do that anymore… Especially with Trina…

"Your a liar." I say, "Corey's not that cold. He's optimistic; he looks on the bright side of things. He'd always work things out when something went wrong…"

"Yeah, well, your ugly anger and sarcasm has finally knocked some sense into the dense idiot. He's changed. He no longer loves you; he, totes, hates you. He pushed the two foolish brothers, I call dorks, out of the garage as soon as he finished talking with me. Maybe if you weren't so, like, sarcastic and bossy, he would've actually been happy to fall in love with you,"

He no longer loves…

That struck me hard… Now, I actually felt tears coming out of my eyes. Did he love me? Not just as a friend, but something more..? If he did, I know I've ruined my chances completely. Maybe she was right: if I wasn't so sarcastic, he would feel better about liking me…

"He can't just change personalities like that, can he?" I ask.

"Apparently, yes." she replied, letting a wicked laugh escape with it.

It was silent for a about a minute before Trina continued.

"Go."

"Uh?" I say.

"Go away. Your no longer a part of the band. Only fromage-band members allowed to be in this lame garage. Goodbye, Penn."

"I'm not leaving until I talk to Corey."

"He's asleep. If you wake him, I'll lock you in the cage I have in my closet that I, like, use for Hunky Nick Mallory!" she threatened. He manicured nails digged into my wrist as she did, causing me to heave in a breath of pain.

"He hates you, Penn. He told me and Mina, face-to-face, not too long ago."

Hell, she was getting to me. AGAIN! How does she do this?! I immediately, but embarrassedly, wiped my eyelids before any black tears could escape. I bet Trina's finding this as 'entertainment.'

"Why should I believe you?" I asked.

"You don't want to beleive it, since it breaks your heart and makes you too anxious for either it's true or not. It's true. All of it." she said, which I was having a hard time understanding. "He hates you. Your too bossy. Your too ugly. He could have whatever girl he wanted. A prettier girl. More girly than boyish. Longer and brighter hair. Your the opposite of everything he wants. He hated himself for falling in love with you."

I was biting my lip, so hard, I was sure that I could taste a bit of blood dripping from it. Though, I didn't stop. Plus, it was weird hearing her talk without saying 'like', 'totes', or 'junk'.

She was right… I was stubbernly short, short-haired, boyish, and had no figure…

"Yay, I, like, made you bleed, and junk!" she chanted.

I growled in anger at her happiness. Usually, I was happy to see other people happy, but when it came to Trina, I wish she were miserable, instead.

I lick the blood from my bottom lip, while Trina stood up.

I watched as Trina bent down, grabbing a case that was shaped of a guitar. I ran over to her, in attempt to grab the case from her, but she pushed me back with one hand.I ended up falling flat on my butt on the ground, while Trina was taking the instrument out of it's case.

But as soon as I saw the pale blue, I felt my heart race. That was my bass-guitar! What was she doing with it?!

"What are you doing?!" I scream while pcking myself up off the ground.

"Like, destroying your bass, since your, totes, out of the band." she told me, before she held it over her head, and threw it down at the floor. I was forced to squeeze my eyes shut, while I could feel very, very small pieces of blue-painted wood splinters hit my face. I opened them up again, and I immediately fell to my knees.

Without a bass, I couldn't play in Grojband… A new one would've cost me around $100. I didn't trust Cliff's instruments after what happened with that guitar. I narrow my eyes at Trina, standing back up on my feet, and ran towards her.

I felt as if I were lit on fire. I hated her. I felt like pulling her beautiful pink hair out of her head, and throwing it down on the floor. She's pissed me off so much.

"You monster!" I yell, while jumping out at her.

But, I was struck with pain. Pain in the face. I felt myself fall to the ground, hitting my head down on the floor, hard. Maybe even hard enough to give me a concusion.

Then, I felt a piercing hit me in the tummy, which I screamed in pain at.

I didn't feel anything else after that, so I took the chance to open my eyes.

Trina was stood over me, looking at me with demon-red eyes that were glaring into my soul like deadly daggers.

"YOU DARE TO HIT TRINA RIFFEN?!" she yelled. I could feel the angry vibe hitting m on the face. "GET OUT, BEFORE I BURN YOU INTO SHREDS!"

I struggled to stand up. The peircing punch I had recieved to my tummy was affecting my severly. I feel her grab onto my wrist, squeezng it tightly while she added in a much calmer voice, "Never come back here. I hate you. Corey hates you. Kin and Kon hate you. Go. Away."

I started crying, shamefully. As soon as she released my wrist, I ran. I ran faster than a extremely hyperactive Corey could. Faster than I thought I could ever run.

I didn't bother wiping away the make-up-stained tears while I ran. If everyone hated me, then wiping my face wasn't going to do anything to change their thoughts about me…

I reach my house, and unlock the door, and locked it behind me. I slid down, against it. My head went into my knees as my let it all out. I was broken…

I knew very well for a fact that I couldn't get over Corey. Ever. Even though he hates me, I know I'll always love him… My heart feels ripped apart. feels l ike it's struggling to keep beating for me.

I didn't know if I wanted to stay alive or not. Without Corey and the band… I'm nothing. I was a bassist. I'd play the coolest music… But, without that music, I had no actual purpose. I could try and go solo, but… I don't have an instrument anymore.

I get up from my spot, and unsteadily, walk into my kitchen. I've made my decision. Corey would be proud. All of them would be proud. I grabbed a napkin, a pen, and started writing down a sincere note…

Uh-oh Transition~!

Corey's PoV

I hear my sisters demonic screeches wake me up from my miserable sleep. What I did earlier had caused me to pass out. Not because of a concussion, but because of the fact that I pissed Laney off. I always seem to piss her off.

I went to my room to give her some space, and also because I couldn't stand staying in the same room with her. Even if she was asleep…

I get up and run to my door, wanting Trina's demonic screeches to stop. But just as I reach my door, it's silent. I stay still for a moment, and within that moment, I hear my garage door open, and Trina laughing like a maniac.

I open my door…

A shattered guitar on the floor. A literally-on-fire Trina… And no Laney… I had a idea of what happened, but I needed to be clear.

I run downstairs to Trina, grabbing onto her wrists, and asked her, frantically.

"What did you do?!"

"Like, I, totes, just broke Lamey's heart, and now, she quit the band. If you haven't, like, noticed, her bass is smashed, that was her. Nice way to break Lamey's heart, Garbage-Brother." she told me…

I felt sick to my stomach. Laney. She was gone… I run to the garage door and look down the street, there she is. Running, her hands clutching her stomach. I was too shoocked by the scene, that I couldn't call out to her…

"Like, be greatful. She was in #love with you. Now you won't, like, have to worry about kicking her out yourself."

She loved me...back…? I don't know if I should believe Trina on that, but…

I shove my sister into the wall, "But I do love her!"

"Aww, young love… Isn't it so #UGLY?!" she complained.

I ignored her: I had to get to Laney and fix this. I had to fix everything… I ran out my garage, and down to her house.

Tears started to well up as my thoughts drifted to what Laney's reply would be… Would she reject, and hate me? Would she ignore me?

I finally, but eventually, reach her house, and bang on her door, desperately.

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