You asked for dramatic. I hope this qualifies. I still need the Jem Allen ep if anyone can help me out.
'You've entered us into a choir competition?' Weslie asked sceptically, looking up at Matt Wilding who was wearing his usual excited expression.
He had his hands clasped in front of himself, like he did when he was waiting for their input, but no one was talking, they were all looking up at him wearing a mixture of shocked and excited expressions. He nodded, grinning wildly.
No one spoke until after a moments pause, Weslie asked 'are you sure that's wise?'
His arms and his expression dropped, he looked around at his choir in disbelief 'Of course I am!' he exclaimed 'come on guys, I thought you'd be excited about this' he said, looking around in hopes that someone would kick start some enthusiasm.
'But we're not ready' Danielle said from beside Weslie, looking slightly horrified.
Matt sighed and hung his head back for a moment 'of course you are, why wouldn't you be?' He asked, looking around at the unimpressed faces looking back at him.
'Because we're not' Aleesha said, leaning forward in her seat 'for a start we've only been together two months, and none of have ever sung for a proper audience before, except Wes' she said, the others nodding in agreement 'and we haven't even got anything proper to sing yet'
'Well if Weslie can do it why can't you lot then? Eh?' he asked.
'Because she's been doing it for years, we haven't' Aleesha said. Weslie had to admire Aleesha, she wouldn't back down and was never afraid to speak her mind 'and plus, have you heard her sing? None of us are that good'
Matt smiled and shook his head 'but this is a choir Aleesha, we're not focusing on anyone in particular, it's a group effort, no one will be able to tell if any of you are better than the others'
They didn't look convinced. Matt sighed 'Come guys, this could be really good for us, this could be our chance to prove to all the other schools that Waterloo Road has got what it takes' he said, again trying to stir up some enthusiasm.
'What's in it for us?' Denzel Kelly asked.
Matt sighed in frustrated 'how about the satisfaction you get from knowing you're a good choir?'
He looked round at them 'Come on guys, please?' He pleaded.
Flick Mellor was on his side, she got to feet and looked around at her fellow choir singers 'Yeah, why not, we can do this, I know we can'
Matt smiled at Flick 'Exactly Felicity, now come on guys, lets at least give it a go' he pleaded.
Weslie rolled her eyes and nodded 'Fine, count me in' she said unenthusiastically. Matt grinned broadly.
'We'll do it too, won't we Leesh?' Danielle said, looking at her friend, who nodded. Soon the whole choir had agreed to it and Matt was raring to go and wanting to get stuck in straight away. But it was late and he was only supposed to keep them until half four. So they had arranged to meet again in a few days and they all packed up their things and left.
Wes walked out with Aleesha and Danielle, the three girls discussing Flick Mellor and her recent break up with Marley Kelly.
'I think it's about time those two broke up, he's too fit to be with her anyway' Aleesha said, glaring at Flicks back as she was walking away.
Weslie laughed and shook her head, looking down at her phone and texting Paul to tell him she was on her way home 'You're awful Aleesha' she sniggered.
She merely shrugged her shoulders 'Any idea why they broke up?' Weslie asked, putting her phone in her pocket and looking up.
Both girls shook their heads 'She said he said he didn't fancy her, but I don't believe him' Danielle said.
Weslie shrugged 'I don't either. Maybe it's something to do with her dad' Flicks father was a police officer and not the most mild mannered of people, it was common knowledge he hated all the Kelly's and didn't want his little girl associating with any of them.
Aleesha scoffed 'probably, he's a psycho'
The other girls nodded 'Didn't the rig the drug test results?' Danielle asked.
Weslie nodded 'So I heard, swapped Flicks with Marley's cause hers came back positive'
Danielle shook her head 'he is a psycho' she said.
Weslie pulled a face 'Looks like, I'll see you tomorrow'
Danielle and Aleesha went their own way and Weslie went hers, pulling out her iPod and putting her headphones in, deciding on listening to some music on the way home. She would have gotten one of her parents to pick her up, but she wasn't in the mood for listening to them nag at her for having Paul sleep over on school nights. She wouldn't mind so much, but it had only been twice, and they kept going on about it.
The sun was starting to set as she walked, and the night drew in around her. She shivered and pulled her jumper out of her bag, pulling it on over her head.
She was halfway home before she noticed she was being followed. She hadn't even been paying attention to her surroundings, as her feet knew the walk so well, she didn't even need to. But she eventually realised the same person had been walking behind her for the last ten minutes. She looked back over her shoulder, but couldn't see his face for the lack of light and the hooded top he was wearing.
She crossed her arms tightly across her chest and sped up, hoping to lose him, but he sped up too. She could feel her heart hammering against her ribs and her breath coming erratically. She'd never really been scared of anything, her parents had always kept her safe, but now she was feeling genuine fear, and she didn't like it.
She turned off into a small park and took the opportunity to look back over her shoulder again. Seeing that she was still being followed, she pulled he phone out and punched Paul's number in. She bit her lip and prayed silently.
Nothing, she couldn't even get through. She groaned and cursed him for never charging his phone. She searched through her contact list and quickly found Bolton. Pressing the call button, she sent up another silent prayer to a god she didn't truly believe in, and pressed it to her ear.
After a moment of anxious ringing, he picked up.
'Bolton!' she whispered, looking back and finding him still behind, keeping a steady pace 'please tell me you're at home'
'Yeah I am, what's wrong Wes?' he asked, he could hear it in her voice and he certainly didn't like it.
'Come help me please' she whispered close to tears she was that scared 'I'm on Whitehall Street, I'm being followed'
His voice turned furious 'I'm coming now, don't go anywhere'
'Please hurry' she whispered. He hung up and she got a horrid sense of how alone she was. She swallowed hard and stored her phone away deep in her bag. She looked back up and looked back again. As she did, he sped up.
Panicking, she broke into a run. He followed and soon she was running for what felt like her life. Her side begun to hurt but she wouldn't slow down and continued running, listening to the sound of his heavy footsteps behind her as he followed.
She screamed and grabbed for something to hold onto as he caught up with her and grabbed her by the back of her jumper, pulling her backwards down an alley way and forcing a rough hand over her mouth. She was forced backwards against a wall and opened her eyes, only to find a small knife in her face.
'Give me the phone bitch' he said in a low, rough voice.
She shook her head, there was no way she was going to give up easily 'No' she whispered.
He grabbed her around the throat and slammed her backwards onto the wall. She grabbed him by the wrist and tried to pull him off her, but he was too strong and she was already feeling starved of oxygen 'Give it to me now!' he demanded, squeezing her throat harder.
She gasped for air and tried desperately to fight him off.
'Weslie!' she heard her name and looked up, she couldn't see him, but she knew that voice, it was Paul. He must have been with Bolton 'where are you Wes?' she heard Bolton shout.
She brought her knee up fast and hard, between the thighs of her attacker and sent him tumbling to the ground. She took a deep, much needed breath and screamed as loud as she could. Her attacker stumbled to his feet and swung his fist out, catching her square on the jaw as her boyfriend and her best friend both rounded the corner and came to her rescue.
Bolton was on him first, punching him hard in the face, holding him up by the collar so he could do it again and again.
Paul ran to Weslie, who was bent over and panting, and straightened her up 'Are you okay? Are you hurt? What did he do to you?' he asked, all in a rush.
She shook her head and dropped it down onto his shoulder. He sighed and wrapped his arms around her 'I'm fine' she panted, though her jaw felt as though it were on fire.
'Scumbag!' Bolton spat, as her attacker scrambled to his feet and ran away 'you alright Wes? That punch looked painful'
She looked up and straightened herself up 'I'm alright, it hurt but I'll live'
'What did he want?' Paul said, securing an arm around her tightly as they started to walk away, back to Bolton's.
'My phone' she said, massaging her jaw. She felt a million times calmer now she wasn't alone, but still shook up.
'Did he take it?' Paul asked.
She shook her head 'No, I wouldn't give it to him'
Paul stopped abruptly and took her by the arm, tugging on it roughly to bring her round to face him 'what where you thinking Wes? That wasn't the time to be getting valiant, he had a damn knife to you, you could've been killed, and all for the sake of a damned iPhone! Next time forget about being a hero and try not to get yourself killed, if you're not too stupid to manage that!' he shouted, furious with her for putting herself in further danger.
She pulled her arm from his grip and back away from him, close to tears but boiling with anger 'Alright, I get it okay? No need to yell at me like that'
He sighed 'I'm sorry, I just-'
'No' she said, cutting him off 'I don't want to hear it' she said, starting to walk away.
'Weslie wait' he said, taking off after her.
'No Paul' she said, holding a hand up to silence him 'Just, go away please'
'What?' he said, dejected 'I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean it' he was starting to panic. She'd never fallen out with him since they got together, and he certainly didn't like the awful feeling it gave him in his chest.
'But you still said it' she said.
He shook his head and reached out for her hands 'I didn't mean it, I was just angry, you were just attacked!' he exclaimed, desperately trying to make up for it.
'Exactly' she nodded 'I was just attacked, I don't need you calling me stupid, I need you to make it all okay'
He swallowed hard 'I'm sorry, I was just worked up, I didn't mean it'
She sighed and nodded 'can we just go home please?'
He nodded and took her hand, taking her home to keep her safe.