Author's Note: Thanks for all the positive reviews! It makes me smile when I have so much support for my first story! If you don't like my stories, don't read. Sorry by the way that I haven't updated in a long time. The laptop was haywire. I would type a bunch for the chapter and then it would turn off when I didn't save yet! Do you know how hard it is to memorize everything?

Disclaimer: I don't own Lemonade Mouth...

Chapter 25

Olivia's POV

"Umm..." I stammered. I couldn't tell them not yet! Not ever! They were staring at me expectantly. They wanted an answer.

"Dinner is ready!" Sydney called from downstairs. Thank god, Sydney is a lifesaver. For now anyways.

We were setting up the equipment so we could practice, I don't even know why I agreed to practice in the first place, when I noticed a bunch of bags in the living room.

"Why are all your stuff doing here?" I asked, confused.

"We are having a sleepover! Girls in your room, boys in Wen's. That was the only way Mo's dad would agree," Stella explained cheerfully.

"Ok..." I said.

"Ready to practice?" Charlie said.

"What ARE we going to practice?" Mo asked. Everyone turned to me.

"What?" I asked.

"Do you have any songs for us to practice?" Stella asked.

"Nope," I said.

"Aww, come on Olivia! We want to practice and you are a great song writer...I think...I mean you had a songbook...we saw it the other day..." Scott trailed off. I saw everyone giving him lookes but all I did was narrow my eyes at him suspiciously. I went upstairs and got a binder and pulled out a couple pages and hurried down.

I placed them on the table.

"Here, practice these," I said.

An hour later, we finally started to practice with the intruments.

"Ready?" Charlie asked. Everyone nodded and he clapped a beat with his drumsticks.

Wen started playing the beginning piano. And the song began.

Can you see me?
'Cause I'm right here
Can you listen?
'Cause I've been trying to make you notice
What it would mean to me
To feel like somebody
We've been on our way to nowhere
Tryin' so hard to get there
And I say
Oh!
We're gonna let it show!
We're gonna just let go of everything
Holding back our dreams
And try
To make it come alive
C'mon let it shine so they can see
We were meant to be
Somebody (Somebody)
Somebody, yeah (Somebody)
Somehow
Someday
Someway
Somebody
I'm so tired
Of being invisible
But I feel it, yeah
Like a fire below the surface
Trying to set me free
Burnin' inside of me
'Cause were standing on the edge now
It's a long way down
But I say
Oh!
We're gonna let it show!
We're gonna just let go of everything
Holding back our dreams
And try
To make it come alive
C'mon let it shine so they can see
We were meant to be
Somebody (Somebody)
Somebody, yeah (Somebody)
Somehow
Someday
Someway
Somebody
We will walk out of this darkness
Feel the spotlight glowing like a yellow sun
Ohohohohoh (Ohohohohoh)
And when we fall we fall together
'Til we get back up and we will rise as one
Ohohohohoh
Oh!
We're gonna let it show!
We're gonna just let go of everything
Holding back our dreams
And try
To make it come alive
C'mon let it shine so they can see
We were meant to be
Somebody (Somebody)
Somebody, yeah (Somebody)
Somehow
Someday
Someway
Somebody
Somebody
Ooo Oh

Everyone cheered. We went through the first time without any mistakes. I was impressed. This band idea might not be bad after all. My phone rang and I frowned at the Caller ID. Luckily, no one noticed.

"What do you want Walsh?" I said. Shoot, everyone was looking at me.

"Oh, sass talk, I like that," came the voice from the other end.

"I said, what do you want."

"Oh, just to schedule an appointment. How are those bruises healing. I want to add some more. How about ten minutes from now? Clearing in the woods?" I frowned. Unfortunately, this one didn't go unnoticed.

"Why?"

"Oh, because I feel like it. And you better or consequences will happen."

"Fine. I will be there."

"Good."

"Oh, by the way?"

"What?"

"I hate you." I hung up. And looked at the group.

"Sorry I have to go," I said.

"Who was that?" Mo asked curiously.

"Spencer. Spencer Walsh."

"Ooh, is he your boyfriend?" Dang! Why did I tell her!

"You wish," I muttered and left before anyone else asked any questions.

Wen's POV

We stared as Olivia left. Mo turned to me.

"Do you know who Spencer Walse is?" I shrugged.

"Nope, don't know him," I answered.

"Ok...people...since Olivia isn't here. How about we think about how to plot to warm up to her being part of our band?" Stella suggested. None of us thought of a better idea of what to do so we agreed.

Olivia's POV

I staggered home with new bruises. Good thing I had my make-up bag in my purse or who knows what would have happened.

"I am back!" I called. Stella and the others were in the living room.

"Great! We have a bunch of things planned for tonight!" Stella exclaimed. I groaned. I was sore all over. But I was nice and decided to participate.

We played a bunch of board games and watched a movie. Charlie fell asleep so Scott and Stella carried him and threw him in the pool out back. We played Truth or Dare and I stayed with the dares to be safe. After that, we played Twister and acted out a play. It was 11, so we called it quits. Turns out, I won Twister. Who knew gymnastics and dance can surprise people? We turned in. I put on a light long-sleeved shirt and sweatpants. Stella raised an eyebrow at this.

"What?" I asked her.

"Isn't it a little hot to wear long sleeves and pants?" I shrugged. And she let it slide but I can tell she was suspicious. I stayed awake, thinking about Spencer. He is such a...there isn't even a word to describe him! Well, not an appropriate word anyways. I looked at the clock. 12:35 am. Great. I sighed and fatigue took over me.

I woke up sweaty and alone. Where is Stella and Mo? I looked at the clock. Shoot! It is 8: 38! I ran into the shower and slipped on a hoodie. I checked my phone. I had a text message while I was in the shower.

From: Walsh

To: Liv

Hey! Another appointment today around 10 in the morning ok? Same place though. See ya there! ;)

From: Liv

To: Walsh

You creep. But I will meet you there I have to.

I sighed and hurried downstairs. I found everyone at the table, finishing breakfast.

"Hey sleepyhead!" everyone chorused.

"Hi..." I said. Charlie looked at me and burst out laughing.

"What?" I asked, glaring at him.

"You are wearing a hoodie, I thought you hated hoodies! You always wear t-shirts!" he said between laughs. Mo looked at me.

"He is right, since when did you start wearing hoodies? And long sleeves? That was what you were wearing yesterday," she said.

"It is nothing," I mumbled and busied myself to pile my plate. Thankfully, they dropped the subject. They were talking about random things, I tuned them out until Stella turned to me.

"You wanna hang with us today? We are going out about 10 o'clock to the mall," she said.

"I would love to-wait, I can't, I am busy with something," I said.

"With what?" Shoot! Why does Stella have to be so nosy?

"With something..."

"What?"

"Nothing you need to know,"

"But-"

"Stella, drop it," I said.

We hung out in the living room until I checked my watch. 9:52. Shoot!

"I have to go," I said hurriedly and left without a reply.

Wen's POV

The minute Olivia left, Stella stood up.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"To follow Olivia."

"Why?"

"Because I want to know why and where she is going."

"But Stella, isn't that invading her privacy?"

"No! I have a feeling this is about that Spencer dude and remember what she said yesterday? On her phone? She said I hate you. After that she left and came back looking tired. And there was a bruise on her chin."

We stared at her. Since when did, THE Stella Yamada, become so observant? She NEVER and I mean never pay attention in school. Not even when the teacher tells her to.

"Well, we might as well help Olivia, if what Stella says is true," Scott said. Charlie just nodded and I shrugged.

"So, who is up for some spy time?" Stella says mysteriously.

We were trailing Olivia for 5 minutes in the woods and then she disappeared. But Charlie managed to track her back. Who knew that boy was made to be a spy?

We saw Olivia sitting on a log. Waiting for someone. Then this guy appeared. He was an okay-looking guy. Well, he was very handsome, I could tell Stella and Mo thought so. Olivia spoke up.

"What do you want now Walsh?" Olivia said harshly. So that was Spencer!

"Now, now, is that how you treat a friend?" Olivia had friends? She said she never had any.

"You're not my friend. Newsflash, someone who beats me up doesn't count as a friend for me?" So he isn't a friend. Wait, did she just say that he beat her up?

"Speaking of which, do you want to begin?"

"Nope, but let's just get this over with." Spencer started doing horrible things to Olivia. So horrible I can't describe. I snuck a look at the rest. Mo was staring in horror and burying her face in Scott's shoulder. Scott was gaping his mouth was wide open. Literally. If a fly came near, he could make a home out of it. Charlie's face was unreadable. Well, I couldn't see his face. It was buried in his hands. Stella was horrified, but looked at us and motioned for us to go back to my house.

"I feel so bad for Olivia," Mo whimpered when we finally reached my house, went up to my room, and closed the door. We all nodded.

We heard a the front door slam shut and footsteps scurrying up the stairs and the door of the room next to mine slammed shut. Olivia was home.

We made our way towards her door and knocked on it softly.

"In a minute," we heard her call. Stella grew impatient.

"Open the door right now Olivia or I will bust it down!" we heard her go to the door and hesitate, before unlocking it, but she didn't open it.

We came in and looked at her.

"You okay Olivia?" Mo asked.

"Just peachy, until Stella started screaming why?"

"Because we were in the woods and we saw the most interesting thing. We saw you, Olivia, being beat up by a guy." Olivia's eyes widened and she buried her face in the pillow she was holding. Mo patted her back and she looked up. There were tears flowing down her face. She stood up. She went to a drawer and shifted through some things and pulled out a black rectangular box. She stuffed it in her purse and closed the drawer. She headed towards the door, but Stella blocked her.

"Where are you going?" Stella asked.

"I can't do this anymore," she said.

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING?" Stella screamed. We can tell she was frustrated with Olivia.

"Somewhere. Now get out of my way!" Olivia yelled. She pushed past Stella and stormed past Sydney who was at the door.

"What was that all about?" she asked.

"Well, Olivia was acting strange lately, so we followed her. And then we saw this Spencer Walsh guy beating her up. Then we came here to confront her about it and she sort of broke down. She went to that drawer and pulled a box out of it and then shoving it in her purse. Then you know what happened next. The screaming and her leaving." Sydney nodded in understanding, then her face turned to horror. She ran to the drawer Olivia had been rummaging in earlier. She turned to us.

"Did she take a long black rectangular box about 6 inches long and 1 inch high?" she asked.

"Yeah..." I said slowly. Her face turned grim.

"What happened?" Mo asked worriedly.

"We, need to get that box from Olivia." Sydney answered.

Author's Note: Dun Dun Duh! :D What do you think was in that box? Who will guess the correct answer? See ya and thank you for your support!