Chapter Fourteen (I think?)

I'm so sorry I haven't updated in like, forever, and please please please please don't come after me with an array of guns (you know who you are you nasty person, I AM SORRY, OK?) Here's chapter fourteen…..

After the hour long bus journey to the gig, all ten students were even groggier than they had been when they had first climbed on to the bus. The driver, Brendon, had not helped the situation. The album of 'headache provoking' songs had run through right to the end, at which point he played it again, louder. He and Mr Schneebly had been engrossed in conversation for most of the journey, and his attention to the road had suffered because of this. Despite almost ending up in several ditches and a canal, though, the two police cars that had overtaken had nodded politely at Brendon. As a third overtook at a high speed, Ron turned to Harry.

"Why is it that this guy is driving like a spaz and the entire police department of one town is still smiling at him?"

Ron pointed at a sticker in the window. It said:

'Not only do I adore Police, I also transport criminal youths to detention centres. I make the world a better place.'

Harry and Ron looked at each other incredulously.

"You lie to the police?" Ron said, wide eyed.

"Regularly." Brendon nodded.

"We are not delinquent youths!" Hermione had also noticed the sticker. "We are talented and respectable children!"

Mr S and Brendon looked at each other and burst into fits of laughter.

"Right! That's it! Mia! Give me your cell phone, Its time the police knew about this jerk!"

Mia's cell phone flew out of her hand as the bus screeched to a halt. Brendon turned around in his seat slowly, and looked at Hermione.

"He's crazy!" Cooper whispered to Cinderella.

Brendon walked over to Hermione menacingly. She cowered below him on the floor, gulping.

Then he smiled.

"You know, I guess you're right. I am being a bit of a jerk today. Have a chocolate paperclip?" Brendon held out a hand to Hermione and a large bag of choclate paperclips to Harry. He told Harry to hand around the bag.

"And when it's empty, throw it on the floor. And don't you lovely little rays of sunshine worry if you smear chocolate into the seats, in fact, go for it! Just have fun!"

He beamed and resumed his seat at the front of the bus. The ten students, (well, nine because Spike was snoring loudly in his sleep) just stared at Brendon open mouthed.

"Dude, what the hell are you on?" Malfoy yelled. "You're high!"

Brendon started the engine cheerfully.

"I'm high on life my friend." The bus began moving again, gradually gaining speed, until it was impossible to tell where they were because everything was far too blurry.

Artemis was just about to be sick when the bus ground to an abrupt halt. Mr S got up and began to clap.

"Let's all congratulate Brendon on a fantabulous journey!" He clapped loudly and ignored the fact that no-one else was joining in. Artemis ran up the aisle and hurled himself off the bus. Mr S shook his head as the retching sound followed.

"I hope you all learn from Geeky's state of disgustingness that consuming alcohol in large amounts is wrong. Now get yourselves into that hall and play a face melting show!"

The students winced as Mr S shouted, and one by one, they dragged themselves off the bus. Brendon continued to beam insanely, and then announced that he was coming in to watch the gig.

"Oh my god, we are so doomed," Ron groaned.

"What's up with you?" Harry asked as they carried their instruments into a large reception area.

"You really want to know?"

Harry nodded.

"Ok. I'm stuck in the middle of a random place with a bass guitar that hates me, a fat loser who thinks he's a teacher, a bus driver that has to be on crack and the mother of all hangovers."

"Oh I see. So its not because I accidentally smeared chocolate into your favourite shirt then."

Harry winced at the look on his best friend's face.

(I'm sorry this chapter is so short and crappy, I break up for easter on Friday and I plan to have a mass update session. Please don't give up on me or my story, I know we suck at the moment, but I promise I'll sort it out on Saturday! Again, sorry.)