A/N: Ooh! They hate each other right? ;)
BPOV
Rosalie and Alice sighed once more as we walked down the corridor and into the car park. We opened her car boot and slung our bags into it carefully. Rosalie reached up effortlessly and shut the boot-door firmly. The sun glinted on the red shiny car and Rosalie patted it in adoration.
Alice and I spluttered a laugh and Rosalie rolled her eyes at us.
"Come on guys," I said yanking their arms, "let's go explore! We need to go see what the cafeteria's like, and the classrooms and practice rooms…" I needn't have said anymore as all of a sudden they were speeding off, gripping my arm tightly.
I chucked and I hit something hard, ouch. I looked up to see the form teacher, Mr Andrews. I felt my cheeks start to burn and I began to stutter, "S-sorry Mr A-Andrews."
He smiled kindly, "That's alright… Bella right?" he checked with me and I nodded quickly, "So where are you three girls heading off to at the speed of light then?" he asked us curiously.
Rosalie smiled dazzlingly, "Oh we're just going to check out the practice rooms. Do you know if there are any instruments in them or do people tend to bring their own?"
"Well some people bring their own instruments so you are welcome to if you'd like, but yes there are instruments in there ready for usage if anybody needs them for practicing or in any music lessons," he told us helpfully.
Alice smiled gratefully, "Thanks Mr. A!"
Mr Andrews smiled, bid us goodbye and then walked off towards his office. Alice, Rosalie and I continued on our way in search of the practice rooms, Alice had picked up some helpful info sheets at the office so we had a map and some information on the rooms. Apparently all of the practice rooms were sound proofed so you wouldn't disturb the people outside or in the other practice rooms; they had proper microphones and everything, which I was extremely excited to be seeing. We walked up another flight of stairs and then down a corridor, taking a left when we came into view of a little section which had 1, 2, 3… 10 practice rooms.
Rosalie walked up to room 1 and it was untaken so we walked in, she shut the door and locked it, turning over the sign to say it was in use. As soon as Alice walked in she saw an old vintage fender, she rushed over and started cooing over it.
"Wow! Oh my god, it's a vintage fender, these are so expensive and hard to find! Where did they get it?!" She asked in awe as she lifted it up and placed it over her small body frame. She switched on the amplifier and plugged in and began to play 'T-Shirt' by Shontelle.
Rosalie grinned at her choice and headed over to the drums, she wasn't on the highest grade, but she was pretty good at it. She started the simple drum beat to the song and Alice turned her head over at her and smiled widely.
I headed over to the keyboard and set it up into the correct voices, so I could play the beginning but when I needed it to, I could switch to portable grand. I turned the volume higher, and signalled stop, they turned to stare at me quizzically.
"Start together? And sing?" I asked them, almost adding a duh! on the end, it seemed like normal that Rosalie and I start out, with Alice joining as the proper song and tune came in. I grinned and leant towards the microphone hooked onto the keyboard and began to sing;
Trying to decide, trying to decide if I, really wanna go out tonight.
I never used to go out without you, not sure I remember how to.
Gonna be late, gonna be late but, all my girls gonna have to wait cause, I don't know if I like my outfit.
I tried everything in my closet.
Nothing feels right when I'm not with you, sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choos.
Taking them off 'cause I feel a fool, trying to dress up when I'm missing you.
I'ma step out of this lingerie, curl up in a ball with something Hanes.
In bed I lay, with nothing but your T-shirt on.
Oh, with nothing but your T-shirt on.
Hey, gotta be strong gotta be strong but I'm, really hurting now that you're gone.
I thought maybe I'd do some shopping, but I couldn't get past the door and, now I don't know now I don't know if I'm, ever really gonna let you go and I, couldn't even leave my apartment.
I'm stripped down torn up about it.
Nothing feels right when I'm not with you, sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choos.
Taking them off 'cause I feel a fool, trying to dress up when I'm missing you.
I'ma step out of this lingerie, curl up in a ball with something Hanes.
In bed I lay, with nothing but your T-shirt on.
(I'm all by myself with)with nothing but your T-shirt on
oh, with nothing but your T-shirt on
(cause I miss you, cause I miss you) with nothing but your T-shirt on.
(Said I miss you baby)
Trying to decide, trying to decide if I, really wanna go out tonight.
I couldn't even leave my apartment, I'm stripped down torn up about it.
Nothing feels right when I'm not with you, sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choos.
Taking them off 'cause I feel a fool, trying to dress up when I'm missing you.
I'ma step out of this lingerie, curl up in a ball with something Hanes.
In bed I lay.
Hey hey, nothing feels right when I'm not with you.
Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choos.
taking them off cause I feel a fool, trying to dress up when I'm missing you.(cause I miss you)
I'ma step out of this lingerie, curl up in a ball with something Hanes.
In bed I lay,(I would be in bed)with nothing but your T-shirt on.
Said I got nothing but your T-shirt on.
Hey,(cause I want to be close to you), with nothing but your T-shirt on.
I remember when, you would like to see me, with nothing but your T-shirt on.
Hey, (nothing but your T-shirt on)
let me tell you know (nothing but your T-shirt on)
with nothing but your T-shirt on.
We finished playing and grinned widely, "That sound pretty dang good considering we haven't practiced it all the way through before," Alice squealed, gently placing the fender down to come and hug me and Rosalie. We chuckled and hugged her back
We looked out of the glass pane of the practice room and saw the three who had barged past us in the door; Rosalie scowled and got up off the drum stool.
"It's time we taught them skanks a lesson." Alice and I nodded and we walked out of the room, Rosalie went in the middle, her beautiful features contorted into a hard expression. She walked up to them and glared. "So bitches, who are you and what's your problem?" Rosalie snarled as she walked right up to the one in the middle, towering above them.
The one in the middle scoffed, "Have you looked in the mirror recently slag. I'm Lauren and who are you?" The two girls on the side of her both wore the same sour expression, and tarty clingy clothes. They looked me and Alice up and down.
Rosalie looked down at Lauren and if looks could kill, Lauren would be on the floor right at this moment. "Slag? Rich coming from the Queen of Tackiness standing in front of me. And I'm Rosalie Hale – you're worst nightmare coming to reality."
The girl Lauren scoffed and tossed her hair, well technically head, she'd sprayed so much hairspray to keep the 'I've just got out of bed' look, which made her hair look like stiff board on her head looking unattractive. "Ooh I'm so sc-sc-scared!" She said in a baby voice and the girls either side of her laughed.
"Yeah, you should be. Besides who are your bitches, you don't seem to have introduced them." Rosalie smirked, with one hand on her hip, looking threatening.
Lauren's sour face screwed up into an ugly image, it made it looked as if she was now sucking a lemon and had been punched. "Yeah well you don't seem to have introduced your little gang of Cows. This is Tanya," she gestured to the left, and then to the right, "and this is Jessica."
Before Rosalie could open her mouth I stepped forward, "Okay bitch. 1. I am not a cow. 2. Stop insulting my friend unless you'd like to get even more plastic surgery on your face due to me punching you, and 3. Go look in the mirror yourself sweetie; you might be surprised by what you find." Alice and Rosalie were looking at me in awe and I felt proud of myself, I don't tend to stick up for myself or others, I'm way to shy so Alice and Rosalie stick to that job, but here I was doing it.
Tanya stepped forward and deliberately used her tall height against me. "Shut up you little girl, go back to high school already." She leant forward and shoved me as I stumbled backwards, landing with a loud 'oomph' as my backside made contact with the carpet. Alice glared with full hatred at Tanya and before Rosalie could pull her back, she leapt up at Tanya, pulling her hair and clothes.
"Don't. You. Dare. Push. My. Friend. You. Evil. Little. Bitch!" Alice screeched as Tanya cried out in pain as Alice yanked her hair hard. Rosalie helped me up and we quickly rushed forward to detach Alice from Tanya. We finally prised Alice off her when Tanya screamed loudly right in our eardrums.
"CHRIST GIRL!" Rosalie shouted, rubbing her ears softly, as if to try to soothe them from the horrible high pitched wailing sound. Alice was standing up triumphantly holding something up to show us. Oh. My. God! It was some of Tanya's hair! She'd somehow managed to have ripped Tanya's hair out! Tanya looked at us glaring bitterly - it didn't help much that in the middle of her head she had a massive bald patch.
Jessica stepped forward, "This isn't the end," she glared sourly and she, Lauren and Tanya walked off down the stairs, shaking their asses as if they thought it looked good. Oh wait whoops! They did! Alice, Rosalie and I walked into the bathroom to smooth out our clothes and smarten our hair and makeup.
Alice linked her arm with Rosalie and mine. "Damn girl," I nudged Alice playfully, "you must've pulled her hair really hard!" Alice nodded and grinned proudly pretending to win an Oscar award. Rosalie and I chuckled and Rosalie ruffled her hair.
"Don't mess with my 'do!" Alice squealed and we all burst out laughing as we looked into the mirror.
EPOV
Emmett turned towards me and grinned, "Eddie boy can we go drop our bags off into your car so we can explore?" he pouted at me like a little kid wanting chocolate from it's Mom or something.
"Emmett," I sighed exasperatedly, "don't call me Eddie! How many times do I have to tell you that?" I glared at the four year old stuck in an eighteen year olds body.
He guffawed and grinned at me, "Today… 4 times Eddie," URGH ENOUGH WITH THE EDDIE! I groaned to myself and slung my bag over my shoulder.
Jasper looked up at me confusedly as I got up ready to go out of the room. "Where are you going Edward?"
"Away from the four year old," I nodded my head over at Emmett who seemed to have become extremely interested in a pencil sharpener the shape of a drum – how can someone seriously be like that and normal too. "Nah, I'm going to go put my stuff in the car," I told him seriously and he nodded, getting up with me.
Emmett grinned and got up, he cleared his throat loudly and all eyes and ears in the room fell onto him. "I bid you goodbye my fellow classmates. I shall miss you all dearly. Be safe. And pray to Jebus!" He mimed wiping a tear from his eye.
"Emmett," I hissed, "its Jesus you idiot not Jebus, didn't you learn anything at all in R.E?" I asked him with an eyebrow raised.
He looked at me cockily, "that's what I said. Pray to Jesus!" he said loudly for everyone to hear.
I sighed and walked out of the room with Jasper whilst the four year old followed, "Dude where are we going first?" he asked me in a whiney tone as I ignored him and walked out into the car park. I unlocked my Volvo and placed my bag into the back, as did Jasper and Emmett; I quickly locked the car and turned to face them.
Jasper looked up at me, "Practice rooms?" he asked, and I nodded, I was in the mood to play and Emmett seemed willing to come and play. We went around the short cut – Carlisle had been very helpful in telling me little passageways and corridors to get to lessons on time if I was ever running late or needed to get to somewhere quicker.
We ended up coming into practice room 10, I walked over to change the sign on the door to occupied and to lock the door and looked through the window pane. "Guys, come check this out!" I told them, glad that you could see outside the tinted windows but not inside.
There were the three girls who'd looked tacky earlier on and they seemed to be arguing with three other girls; there was an obvious difference between them however. The ones earlier were undoubtedly tacky and fake and bleugh! Whilst the other girls seemed naturally pretty, I couldn't help but notice the brunette seemed to be catching my interest more then the others however. The three trash balls were trying to intimidate the others yet it didn't work very well.
Jasper and Emmett walked over and Jasper looked at them. "I asked one of the other kids in the classroom who those girls were we saw earlier, apparently they're called Lauren, Tanya and Jessica. Lauren's the one in the middle; Tanya is the one on the left and Jessica is the one on the right." He told us as we saw the blonde in the other group look down on Lauren and Emmett cheered.
"Ooh I like Blondie! She's feisty," he whooped as he kept his eyes on the golden haired girl who seemed to be smirking at Lauren, Lauren came up with another comeback and the blonde girls' eyes widened. Before she replied however, the brunette I'd be watching stepped forward, her eyes were hard and serious and her expression was angry yet she still managed to look completely beautiful. Her thick brown locks shined and danced around her face. I felt in awe of this girl.
I grinned and felt glad the girl was sticking up for her friend, she seemed to be brave to do that in front of the tacky group.
"Oh my god, Lauren and her cronies are like plastic," Emmett chuckled and Jasper let out a sigh.
He looked up at Emmett with a serious look on his face, "Emmett please don't tell me you've been watching mean girls again," he begged.
"Who? Me?" Emmett asked in mock surprise, I shook my head pitifully and turned to see Tanya push Bella hard. I cried out loudly in outrage and cut Jasper and Emmett's arguing about Mean Girls off.
Jasper hurried up to me, "What is it?" he asked me as Emmett followed behind, I pointed to the beautiful brunette on the floor, and then to Tanya and Emmett's chuckling face turned hard.
He growled and stared at Tanya, "Did she do that? What did the little cutie do hey?" he asked, sounding like an overprotective brother of this stranger we didn't know. I felt protective of her too which was odd to be as I'd never met her before.
Before we could do anything however the little black haired girl jumped onto Tanya, grabbing at her hair and clothing. Emmett boomed a loud laugh.
"WOO! GO PIXIE! ALRIGHT!"
Jasper and I chuckled at him as he started waving his arms around in a cheer.
Soon enough 'The Plastics' as Emmett phrased them nicely, stalked out with a Tanya minus a lock of hair, and dishevelled hair all round.
The beautiful brunette, black haired pixie and the blonde tall girl walked off to clear up their looks we assumed and we turned back to the music room.
"So…" Emmett boomed looking at us as he seated himself by the drums, I immediately walked up to the piano and I ran my fingers over the smooth ivory keys. Jasper picked up a guitar and started to strum to himself quietly.
Emmett looked up and sighed loudly, I turned and raised an eyebrow at him, "What?" I asked, at his overly emphasised facial expression.
He shook his head and rolled his eyes as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "We're not playing together – not a proper song anyway, lets play one!" He grinned.
Jasper shook his head at Emmett despairingly, "I worry about you sometimes."
"OH KEVIN G!" Emmett shouted, in a whiny/rap voice. Jasper and I exchanged looks.
"That's it Emmett! I am confiscating and murdering that stupid Mean Girls DVD when we get home," Jasper moaned and hit his head with his palm.
I sat down at the piano and started to think about the brunette girl, my fingers went upon the keys, but I wasn't paying attention to what I was playing or Emmett and Jasper arguing over Mean Girls, I was focusing on the Brunette. I thought about her pale alabaster skin, her warm chocolate mesmerizing eyes, her pale rouge lips, the perfect curved shape, her long glossy brunette hair, her small, slim, curved in the right places figure and her beautiful looks had reeled me in.
Jasper and Emmett stopped quarrelling and turned and stared at me, Emmett raised an eyebrow, "Since when have you been composing that?" He asked me curiously.
I frowned, "Er… composing what?" What was he on about? I hadn't composed anything for… I couldn't actually remember the last time I'd composed, nothing had inspired me recently.
"That." Jasper said pointedly, "What you were just playing now," I half expected him to add a duh! At the end but out of all of us it'd be Emmett to say that sort of thing since he does have an obsession with Mean Girls.
I frowned, "Huh? That? I was just playing random junk…" I trailed off realising I'd been thinking about the brunette instead of focusing on what I was playing.
"Yeah anyway…" Jasper trailed off, looking around as he stuffed his hands into his jeans pockets. "What're we doing now?"
"Um how about we actually play music, I mean it is what we came to do here in the first place," I chuckled as it was blatantly obvious to me.
Emmett grinned, "Fine idea m'boy!" he sat himself by the drums, and instructed me to go on the piano, and Jasper to go on the guitar, "I have decided we shall play Always All Ways by Lost Prophets!" He grinned, it was a personal favourite of his, "Oh and Eddie you'll be singing with me and Jasper here for harmonizing, 'cause that's what we are… all together in harmony." He clutched his heart in an overdramatic gesture.
I shook my head as we began to play, the words were familiar to me so I knew where to pick up and go from.
I guess I'm trying to say I'm sorry,
But it always comes out wrong,
I think a part of you still loves me,
Even though we're moving on.
Always, all ways I wanted us to be,
Always, all ways you and me,
And I wait here on my own,
And I wait for you to see,
All the time I spend alone now won't comfort me,
Always all ways...
And I'm sorry for what happened,
But I want you there to see,
That I'm changing all my actions,
I don't wanna set you free.
Always, all ways I want to see you through
Always, all ways me and you
And I wait here on my own,
And I wait for you to see,
All the time I spend alone now won't comfort me.
'Cause I'm waiting for you,
Yeah, I'm waiting for you,
Give me answers, get me through,
I will wait...
Always, all ways I wanted us to be,
Always, all ways you and me,
And I wait here on my own,
And I wait for you to see,
All the time I spend alone now won't comfort me.
'Cause I'm waiting for you,
And I'll wait here for you,
Give me answers, give me through,
I will wait...
'Cause I'm waiting for you,
Yeah I'm waiting for you,
Give me answers, get me through,
I will wait...
Always, all ways
Emmett guffawed, "Guys," he lowered his voice, "we are totally the new Lostprophets, I've decided – no backings up or out!"
Jasper and I exchanged glances and burst out laughing. Seriously if Emmett wasn't like a brother to me, and if I didn't like him, I'd think he was a bit... well, odd.
We put away our instruments getting ready for the rest of our day…
A/N: Haha! Did you like that? :)
Notes please; listen to those songs you have no idea how awesome they truly are & reviews please, keeps me motivated and stuff, plus sorry for the late update, school homework and I had writers block – then LOSTPROPHETS song sort of made me in a writing mood + the fact in a fanfiction I'd been reading Jasper prank phones wal-mart and talks to them about loo roll for half an hour… so now I want to get this story moving and stuff so I can make funny stuff like that happen… I know you love it! ;)