A/N: Thank you so much for all the spontaneous reviews, dolls! You guys are seriously the sweetest! Okay, big thank you to 1Direction2199! Remember when I asked if anyone knew what happened in Footloose after the scene in the last chapter and that I wouldn't update for a while until I found out? She literally told me what happened from after that scene to the end in details I don't even remember! Be sure to thank her because without her help, RYV probably wouldn't be updated for at least a week. Alright, how about some replies?
SMonkey6: Well I really want you to like the story, but getting you to hate Molly is a bonus. Haha! If you thought those little moments in the last chapter were considered Zeviness, you'll love the next chapter! There's a Zevie scene at the end of this one, but it's nothing big. They say love is blind. Zander obviously can't see the inner witch Molly is. Maybe Stevie could help him out?
xEmilyHeartsx: Haha, I had to squeeze that last Nelson line in there! Aw, thank you! I'm pretty sure you're the first person to ever call one of my stories supah dupah dope. Hey, where are my new chapters of Kisses and Falling In, missy?
Darknite47: Glad you like the story! Thank you so much for searching the internet for an hour for my benefit! Wow, I used 'for' three times in one sentence.
Thank you to anyone who at least thought about helping me with the Footloose plot! By the way, I kind of changed up what Justin gives to Stevie in this chapter from what it was in the movie. Hope you enjoy!
I don't own How to Rock or the Footloose plot.
[Stevie]
I slide my finger under the words on page 183 of my favorite book. When I reach the last sentence, I turn the page and continue reading until I hear the chair across the table from me slide out. I look up and see the guy from the racetrack, Justin, sit down in front of me.
As if we're best buddies, he asks, "What are you doing?"
I look down at my book and answer, "Reading."
"Do you have a book report or something?"
I dully reply, "No, I just like reading."
He chuckles. "Ah, so you're hot and smart."
I shut my book and look up at him. I question, "What do you want, Prince Charming?"
He smirks, leans closer to me, and whispers, "I didn't give you a 'Welcome to Brewster' present."
Justin turns his head to the librarian on the right who is putting up some books. He turns back to me, slips his hand into his left pocket, pulls something small out, and takes my hand casually. He retreats his hand and leans back in his chair, leaving the object in my hand. I put my hand in my lap and open up my fingers, revealing a tiny glass bottle with a liquid inside. Even though my face is far from the bottle, I can still smell the familiar scent coming from it.
I hiss, "Why the hell are you giving me vodka?"
Justin shushes me and quietly responds, "What, are you into harder stuff?"
I roll my eyes and state, "I don't drink."
He laughs and sarcastically says, "Yeah, sure, and I don't like girls."
I grip the bottle tightly in my hand and lift it up to the table saying, "I don't want it."
"Hey!"
I turn to my left and see the librarian storming towards me with an angry expression. I widen my eyes, push my chair out, and run out of the library. I run into the girls' bathroom, go into one of the stalls, lock the door, and turn to the toilet. I open the bottle and pour the vodka out. When I hear someone run into the bathroom, I drop the bottle into the toilet.
I mumble, "Crap."
A man pounds on the stall door yelling, "Get out of there!"
I flush the toilet just as he kicks open the door. Acting casual, I ask, "Can't a girl get some privacy, Mr. Pervert?"
I shift in the chair in front of Principal Crawford's desk as I tap my finger on the arm. Principal Crawford sits in his chair with a serious look in his eyes. The librarian and the cop that arrested me on my first day at Brewster stand on each side of him with the same expression.
"What the hell did you do?"
I turn my head around to see Chris walking in, still in his light blue mechanic shirt.
I roll my eyes, turn back to the Three Musketeers, and state, "I didn't do anything."
Chris walks up to us and stands next to me saying, "Principal Crawford, I am so sorry for Stevie's…."
I interrupt, "Chris!"
The librarian explains, "I caught your sister with a bottle of vodka in my library."
Finally taking my side, Chris replies, "Oh, Stevie doesn't drink."
The cop mutters, "Not with this evidence."
Chris turns to me and hisses, "How could you drink? You know what happened with dad and the guys!"
I groan and respond, "I didn't do it! That freaking jock Justin Cole gave it to me then the librarian saw me so I panicked and ran. Mr. Pervert here followed me into the girls' bathroom while I was flushing it down the toilet."
Principal Crawford turns to the librarian with raised eyebrows. Pervy McPerverson shouts, "She was getting away!"
Principal C sighs and says, "Mr. Baskara, Mr. Boscarino, and Sheriff Sage, I'd like to speak to Stevie alone."
Being the stubborn chick I am, I tease, "Can Chris and Officer Uptight stay? You're librarian's a pervert, and I'd hate to see how his stand-up principal teaches him."
Chris punches me in the shoulder before walking out. When I hear the door shut along with footsteps getting silent, I cross my arms over my chest and huff.
Principal Crawford sighs and tells me, "Stevie, I know you're a good kid. I've read your records. However, if you want to be that same good kid at Brewster, you need to put some effort into it. You can't be tangled up into all this illegal stuff with Justin Cole and his friends, especially since you still have to appear in court for playing your music too loudly. You might think that Brewster has too many restrictions, but we speak for this town because we are from this town."
I scoff, "You know what? I'm so tired of using me as a pawn in their little game! I'm 16 years old! I'm supposed to play my music too loudly, get arrested for doing drugs, and date guys that my brother doesn't approve of! I'm supposed to make mistakes, but I can't because you and your damn town!"
I stand up and stomp out, not even caring that I just screamed at my principal. I storm out of the school and walk down the pavement.
"Hey, Baskara!"
I continue walking, ignoring Zander. He catches up to me saying, "Whoa, giving me the silent treatment?"
I keep my eyes fixated on anything but him as I reply, "Molly is a cold and heartless demon that you follow like a little puppy. Did you even care that your friends and I could've been killed in that bus race? No, wait. Did you even care that your sister could've been killed?"
I can just feel him rolls his eyes. He responds, "I'm sorry about Molly. I don't know what got into her."
I scoff and storm onto the street. He stays on the sidewalk and shouts, "Parking lot is the other way, sweetheart!"
Not turning around, I respond, "I don't have a license. Wouldn't want to run into more laws in this damn town, now would I?"
I storm into the vacant Danny Mango's and take off my jacket. I throw it to the ground and walk around the store.
"Stupid laws, stupid Principal Crawford, stupid Officer Uptight."
I kick down one of the chairs and yell, "Stupid town!"
I turn around and remember my bass case that I hid behind the counter. I take it out, prop the case onto the counter, open it up, pull out my bass, and strap it on. I plug it into the amp that I also hid behind the counter and strum my chords loudly. Mall is empty anyways, who the hell could hear? Eventually, pointless strumming turns into the notes to one of my songs, War on the Dance Floor (A/N: From HTR Halloween!). After finishing the song, I shake my head. I take off my bass and put it in its case.
"Didn't know you write songs."
I turn around to see Zander standing there. I question, "What the hell are you doing here?"
He shrugs and answers, "I saw you storming off and followed you. That was great song. Did you write it?"
I just nod not knowing what else to do. He continues, "You've got an amazing voice."
I scoff, "Yeah, right."
He walks closer to me saying, "It's true."
I stand up straighter, cross my arms, and question, "You a singer?"
He nods smirking, making me roll my eyes. "Singer, songwriter, musician to be exact."
I chuckle at his cockiness and hide my bass back in its spot again. When I look back at Zander, he has a devious smile on his face. I furrow my eyebrows.
He asks, "You want to see something?"
Where do you think Zander will take Stevie? Be sure to tell me in your reviews!(:
