What to say, what to say… Hm, how bout I just write the chapter? I like that idea…
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Oh boy, I haven't really said this in a while, but. I do not own Lemonade Mouth…
What was it that made her heart flutter? The way his hair would stick up like in a 'just got out of bed' way? Or the way his squinted hazel eyes would beam with honor? Or was it his pale skin that was tanned by his freckles? She sighed dreamily at staring at the boy.
Olivia's elbow rested on the wooden desk, her hand bent to support her head as she received a perfect gaze to him. He, like everyone but her, was paying attention to the lesson, toke notes. Her paper, a scribbling of her and a certain red head holding hands, with a heart surrounding their atmosphere. The letters O W plus W G would surround the paper, not a single note on atoms was on her sheet.
"Ms. White," Mr. Thomson says. Olivia looks from Wen, to the old man, embarrassed at the attention she was receiving. The class looked at her, including Wen, causing her cheeks to turn bright red. "Would you like to explain what you were doing?"
"I-I'd rather not…" she smiled nervously, and the class laughed, Mr. Thomson however, didn't. His hands were being held together, placed in front of him. A firm, uninterested face was placed.
"Well then, maybe you would after class?" He asks, as the class bursts into chuckles and giggles.
'OH's' filled the room, but Wen just stared sympathetically at the girl. He raised his hand and Mr. Thomson looked at the red head. "Mr. um… Thomson sir, I uh, I was actually distracting Olivia, b-by… sign language." He lies, hoping that the old man would somehow believe it.
Mr. Thomson raises a brow, "Sign language, really? Well then, I'll see you both after class then, how does that sound Mr. Giford, Ms. White?" He asked, the two nodded, and he smiles. "Great, on with the lesson."
Once class ended, Olivia and Wen stood in front of Mr. Thomson's desk, ready for the worst. "Mr. Thomson I'm sorry but Wen had nothing to do with this." Olivia starts.
"Then Ms. White what were you doing?" He asked folding his hands on top of his desk and stares at the girl, ready to hear her defend her story.
"I… I was um… imagining my life, as a… science teacher?" She smiled hopeful.
"Ms. White if you aren't to take this seriously I'd have to put you and Mr. Giford both into detention now is that what you're implying on doing because it sure to me seems like it?"
She shakes her head, "No sir, I'm not." She blushes and looks at his desk.
"Well," he says growing impatient, dragging the 'e' showing her to go on.
"Well, I was… I… I um…" She stops and fiddles with her thumbs.
"Sir, if I may?" Wen cut in looking from a nervous Olivia to a impatient Mr. Thomson, "I um, like I said, I was contacting with Olivia, and she begged me not to, but I just wouldn't listen. So please, give me the punishment, and let Olivia go on her marry way."
"I'm sorry Mr. Giford but my methods do not work that way now, I'll give you both the detention. You are to go to the basement, I'm sure you both know very well what room seeing as you spend your life down there." The two exchange looks as he hands them the sheet, "And I expect you to think about why you disrupted my class for a silly sign language game."
They nodded, "Yes sir, I'm sorry, it won't happen again." Olivia says, he nods, and the two head out, walking towards their lockers. "I'm sorry Wen, I was just…" she sighs.
"Don't worry about it. I was happy too, now, what were you looking at?" He asks stopping at her locker. She laughs nervously, punching in her combination and opening it, Wen stares at her, leaning on the blue locker beside her.
"I was, staring at… Danny. Yeah, I was looking at him ugh; his paper because my notes were honestly a huge amount of scribbles so… Anyway, I was um… just leaving." She shuts her locker once she grabs her bag. "Bye Wen." But as soon as she walks off, Wen grabs her arm gently, causing her to stop her walking. He steps in front of her, and she awkwardly looks around the hall.
"I'm not dating Tiffany if that's what you think, Olive. I'm watching her sister because she's working and her parents are out of town for the week." He explains, she looks from a random student from the hall, to look at the ginger.
"Scott-" She defends his story, but gets cut off by the boy.
"Scott likes you, obviously but… he's out the band."
"What, Wen why would you just kick him out, Lemonade Mouth needs him?" She asked getting angry.
"Olivia, he almost got you killed."
"He wasn't the one who ran me over. Okay, yes he's obnoxious, but… I won't go out with him."
"I'm sorry, do you want him back in?"
She thinks it over, "No, I honestly… I don't know… But I know I'm going to be late to class. Bye Wen," hugging the boy, she walks off. Wen just stares and sighs.
"Looks like you and Olivia has some things to issue out," Charlie appears standing in the middle of the hallway, students pushing past him, desperate to get to class.
"Hey man," Wen sup nodes him, and runs a hand through his hair, releasing his breath that he didn't even know was being held.
"Yeah, so what's the deal with you two? One minute you're goofing around, writing music, the other she's crying, you're depressed and she's avoiding you? Where're you standing?" He asks, gripping one hand on his backpack strap, walking towards him.
"Honestly, I have no clue. I don't know, if I'm in the friend zone, but she kissed me, so does that mean it's a possibility she'd go out with me? But I gave her a necklace, and she was happy, but I blew her off when I baby sat Tiffany's sister and lied about it by saying it was an emergency family deal…" he sighs and yet another hand through his red hair, "I don't know man."
Charlie whistles, the sound going down ward as if it were something falling about to blow up. "Tough break."
"What do I do?"
"Sing to her man." He shrugs as if it was the simplest thing ever. Wen raises his brows.
"Sing?"
"Girls love it when guys can serenade them. It's how Kenya West got Beyoncé, wait…" he pauses, "are they even dating?"
Wen smiles, "Thanks man. That could really work…" He pats his shoulder and walks down the hallway. Charlie however is still confused in his thought.
"Are they?" He asks himself. "Oh wait, I meant to say Chris Brown and Rihanna, but wait, Chris beat her…" he pauses, "Dang it!"
Well, that was Chapter 10. I used BTRfan4ev's idea, and I'm happy to use it. So, I thank you and to all who reviewed. It's greatly appreciated.
So, next chapy might be with Mo and Scott and Charlie… maybe. I don't know, I haven't written it, but I just went shopping with my mom and grandmother because of my dance. Welp, so reviews make another chapter…