Disclaimer still applies. Not mine, never was.
So I'm the worst updater in the universe, but for once my muse for this story decided to make a surprise appearance. But I can't promise that it's any good because she left me at the beginning of this chapter. That bitch.
"I noticed that you don't have any extracurricular activities, Clio." Counselor Reale pointed out to me as I sat in the advising office. Inwardly I smirked, if only he knew that he was talking to the lead guitarist to a famous rock band. "Colleges are not going to be impressed with just your GPA, you know."
"There's nothing that really interests me, sir," I replied picking at my nails. "Besides, I have to work and don't have time to blow my college chances with something like 'The Sons of Ipswich Fanclub' or 'We Heart Hearts'."
"That's too bad, Miss Kipps. Colleges want students who are considered well rounded citizens and assets to their schools." Mr. Reale closed my file with careful precision to choose his next words. I knew what he was going to say, I'm not stupid. "You need to choose something to be interested in Clio. By our next meeting on Tuesday, I want you to compile a list of possible clubs you will check out. Then we can work from there what you will sign up for, it will best if you try going for something that will provide leadership skills." I gave him a weak smile before getting up from my seat.
"We'll see, sir." Truth be told, I'd already gotten an early admission for Princeton just based on being a Spencer student. The rest really came from my GPA and a little thing called 'Monetary incentive'.
"Hey Clio." A deep voice startled me as I exited Mr. Reale's office. Yes, I jumped…tiny bit.
"Oh God, it's you. I already said 'thank you' okay?" I did nothing to hide the disdain from my voice. Although I have a small crush on the Golden Boy, that does not warrant his recent stalker-like behavior. "Don't you have a fan-club to entertain or something?" He gave me a cute and confident little smirk that made my blood boil more. "In case you were unaware, stalking is illegal in all fifty states. So shoo." Each rapid step I took to lengthen the distance between us seemed to make no difference as Caleb's own steps ate up the distance…to the point that he cornered me next to the lockers and the boys' bathroom.
"Are you avoiding me?" His dark brown eyes bore into mine with an intensity that made me flinch.
"Yeah, 'cause you're fucking being creepy." My mouth shot off before my brain could process. Damn did I really say that? Fucking late night! Caleb looked hurt at my words and broke eye contact. Shit…oh well, what's done is done. Maybe he'll leave me alone. "If we're done here—" The bell rang, "I've got class." As the rest of Spencer's students flooded the hall, I ducked under Caleb's arm and hurried to my locker before sprinting to AP English 11.
The moment I slipped into my seat, I was immediately flanked by a couple of Golden Boy's fanclub. Damn. "Hi…you." One of the girls spoke in a saccharine tone dripping with hate, God they don't even know my name and already they hate me.
Turning to the girl who spoke, I fixed her with a bored gaze. "Look, if you want him then go after him. Caleb Danvers holds no interest for me whatsoever, so I suggest you leave me alone."
"Ugh, don't act like you're too good for him. You're just a charity case for good publicity." Nameless 2 stated nastily on my other side. Jeez class already started and then I've got rehearsals after school, not to mention work; can't everyone JUST LEAVE ME ALONE?!
"Right. Does that mean I can descend once again into anonymity?" I gave my best saccharine tone with the blankest look possible. They were creeped out; ah, it's the little things like that that tickle. After that, they didn't bother me any longer or at least I was ignoring them, whichever. Just a few more hours and One Night Stand.
"Clio." Aw man, not again. I didn't bother to turn, only quickened my pace down the stairs and out the door towards my beat up, out of place junk car. Unfortunately that's where the rest of the Sons of Ipswich were waiting. What the fuck is this? Annoy Clio day? Fuck!
Frustrated I turn quickly to face Caleb, "What the fuck do you want Danvers? I already said 'thanks' for the save earlier and I already turned you down the four times you've asked me out, what else is there?" Pursing my lips tightly, my arms crossed defensively over my chest, I waited for his answer.
"I—" He started.
"I'm not interested. Now tell your boys to get the fuck off my car so I can go. I've got shit to do." I pointed a thumb back towards the three boys taking an interest in our non-conversation. I suppose with my no bullshit attitude, they were taken aback, I guess the four of them are rather used to girls prostrating themselves for these guys. Well fuck that shit I'm not one of them. Turning back to my car, I not-so-gently nudge Pogue Parry from the driver's side and climb in with a heavy slam of the door. "Leave me alone boys and move on with your sad pathetic little lives. I don't need your fanclubs harassing me." If I had been in my dream car I would have flipped them off and pealed out of the student parking, but I'm not so I drove away as quickly as possible towards home.
I am going to fucking kill Jimmy, our stupid manager knows we're high school students with scholarly activities to take care of, but what does he do? Set up a three night gig, two hours away from Ipswich on school nights, that's what. At least this time I'm not driving. I've got to study to and from our concert. Spencer schooling waits for no one, not even rising rock stars.
"Muse, you alright babe?" Savvy nudges me to grab my attention from my application of the stage make-up.
"Yeah, yeah, just Golden Boy's fucking fanclubs." I replied as I knotted up my hair before fixing my neon pink wig. "And then he had the fucking nerve to come after me again…Riff fuck off! I'm trying to have a conversation here." Riff was about to make a dirty comment about cum as the rest of the band heard Golden Boy mentioned.
"Okay boys and girls it's show time!" Jimmy barged in completely impervious to my glares. "Muse, smile babe, you're an iconic guitar hottie; your smile draws those fans in like flies to honey."
"Jimmy, you're an asshole for setting this show during my Spencer exams." I growl as we head to the stage.
"All you gotta do is transfer Muse honey." Jailbait nudged me with a cheeky grin.
"Hmm, not when Princeton near about jizzed to have a Spencer girl like me. It won't look very impressive to ditch a private for public."
"Yeah, but the way it sounds is very kinky." Action called out smacking my ass with a flirty squeeze.
"Are you ready for a ONE NIGHT STAND?!" The lights hit us hot, the crowd was loud, and our music flowed through the speakers the moment that we started to play. With the music flowing, I felt free. No classes to think of, no college prep, no stalker Ipswich boy, nothing but the music and it's hard not to be addicted.
After the concert, the band and I were herded into the bus immediately and the driver headed straight back to Ipswich. During that time, we changed out of our costumes and settled down to celebrate a great show. Well they did with booze and laughter, I celebrated by doing homework and trying to figure out something to tell Counselor Reale about extracurricular stuff. Double lives suck.
"Muse, what're you doing?" Action plopped down next to me and looked over my shoulder with a frown. "Homework? C'mon, those Spencer people are gonna send you to the loony bin with the way they're fucking you over."
"Yeah and you're not even getting fucked the fun way." Riff joined in slurring his words. Somebody has got to hide the booze from that boy.
"Hey, leave 'er alone. Muse is going places, unlike you too." Savvy slapped both boys on the back of their heads and pushed them to the main rec area of the bus. "You okay, babe?"
"Yeah," I rubbed my eyes and plastered on a grin for her benefit. "Just a lot shit to do."
She kissed my cheek and headed back to the rest yelling, "Somebody better not have touched my booze or I'll kill all of ya!" Yeah these were my friends, the crazy sons of bitches that somehow keep me true to myself.
A/N: I hope you won't forget to review because I'm feeling neglected. I kinda had to stop it right there anyway. Reviews are food and I haven't eaten for days now.