First off- Please don't kill me. I know I know I've been gone for ages. But the honest truth was I was totally stuck with what to do after my last chapter, but have no fear for I am back! Yes it is only a small chapter but I have plans for more chapters now so that should soothe your minds. Second note, I have so-o-o many plans for WenXOlivia one-shots, so am I fogiven? *Cue the puss in boots cute eyes*

Anywhoo, read and Review guys-I always love hearing what you guys have to say :3

Fighting the urge to scream I throw the newspaper I had just been reading to the ground. What do I get for helping Lemonade mouth? My name plastered all over the front of the school newspaper. I'll not help them again in a hurry.

Since the metting with the principle this morning things had simply gone from bad to worse. Kids must have gotten wind about the band being forcefully split and so more and more posters are appearing all around the school. Where are they getting the time to do them? Then as I pass some groups they all do some kind of weird arm motion-asif drinking something. My best guess is Lemonade. And now, the newspaper article. No one will believe my desperate pleas that I'm not the lead singer. Its my own fault really, no good deed goes unpunnished and all that.

I can't help but wonder; what will it be next?

Walking down the hallway I notice something strapped to the door of my locker. Apparently I don't have to wait long to find out then. Walking hesitantly towards it I hear my breathing echoing in my ears. Upon reaching the door I realise its a plastic CD case strapped to the door the words 'Lemonade Mouth Live at The Bash' standing out boldly on the frontcover.

I yank the CD off, with much more force than I realised I had, the tape making a loud harsh tearing sound. It feels heavy in my hands as I stare down at it in horror. Who? How? Who?

I'm preparing to launch the offending item as far as I can when I notice a glint of white. Flicking the case over I notice the folded piece of paper strapped to the back. With careful fingers, slightly hesitant, I gently pull it away from the case. Looking left and right hoping to catch a glance of whoever could have left me the present I come up blank. I look back down at the crisp whiteness of the piece of paper I clutch in my hands. Only one way to find out.
My hands, now shaky with nerves, slowly unfold the paper revealing the messy scrawl wirtten there:

Dear Olivia,

Even though you don't want to be part of the band, and made your opinion well known, you still helped us. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
I took the cowards way out today, I couldn't bare it if I tried to give you this CD in thanks and you'd turn m-it down. So I strapped it to your locker.
I ask one thing of you Olivia, listen to Determinate. You were amazing and if you haven't already figured it out everybody loved it.
I told you I believe in you, now its your turn to believe in yourself.
You'll do the right thing. I know it.

Wen x

I'm speechless. Totally and utterly speechless. Wen left me this? He gave me a present? Don't read too much into this Olivia.

But what do I acctually do with the CD? I don't want to keep it, or listen to it, but I can't exactly bin it now that Wen had gone to so much trouble. Or, I admit to myself, that he gave me it as a gift and I just haven't got it within myself to simply chuck it. I don't have to listen to the CD if I keep it. Guilt naws at my insides just thinking such a thing, my stomach churning. I owe him at least to listen to it. I guess.

With a frustrated sigh I open my locker door and shove both the present and the note into the metal container with a promise to myself to decide what is to be done later. Grabbing my books for my next class I tuck them hastiliy under my arm and close the door on all thoughts of a sour drink named band. With that I turn my back and duck towards my class.