AN: So I decided to try my hand at this category yet again, only this time, I promise to not delete my story if I get writer's block.

Every chapter title will be a song that I believe fits the chapter. You will notice that some chapters will not have any names. Mostly because I couldn't think of the perfect name. If you have suggestions for songs that I should listen to, please please please let me know. I'm very open-minded.

Without further ado, enjoy!

Chapter Three: "Replay" Zendaya

I sat in front of my window, one leg dangling down below. I hadn't seen Wally since Saturday, when he introduced me and my brothers to his friends. And now, a whole week later, and I was feeling pretty lonely. Yeah, I had made some other friends in my art classes, and the school had a dance team, but I missed Wally and his little puns and jokes.

Maybe I should clarify. Even though he's been in class with me all week, he's been sitting away from me and refuses to even look my way. I felt hurt, and pissed.

When I had confronted him about his cold shoulder, he had brushed me off like I was nothing. Ooh, you can bet I had blown up when I had gotten home. Poor Dom, he was the only one at home to witness my rant. It took him two hours to calm me down and to get me to come out of my room. Then it took him another hour to get me to stop crying because I felt like this was all my fault. I really shouldn't have insulted his friends, even if it was with sarcasm and sassy remarks.

And here I am now, ignoring the fact that my first friend most likely dumped me, and wondering what I should do later today. I closed my eyes and listened to the birds singing somewhere in the distance. They sounded like Robins, but then again, they could be Mockingbirds and my hearing could be distorted.

"Tere?" My mother called out, knocking on my open door. I turned and brought my leg in, giving her a smile. Just because I had lost a friend didn't mean I was gonna be all depressed and shit. Not my style. It'll just take a while for me to get over it, that's all.

"Hey mom."

"What's up?" She asked, sitting down on my bed. I rolled my eyes at her. She gave me the bird. I grinned while she chuckled. We have an interesting relationship.

"Just thinking. I'm bored."

"Homework?"

"Done."

"Practice?"

"Done. Twice."

"Read?" She asked, raising her eyebrow. She has this rule that we all have to read for at least an hour a day. But I was like her, meaning, I could read a whole day away if given the chance. And I have. Every Sunday I lock my door and read until dinner. I have no social life. Yes, you may laugh at me.

"That's tomorrow, mom. What's with all the questions? And shouldn't you be at work?" I asked, raising my own eyebrow at her. She patted my cheek like she used to do when I was little. "Mom!" I whined, only to get the back of my head smacked.

"No whining."

"You're abusive."

"To answer your question, I'm just worried. Dom told me about Monday." Ah, Dom. The sometimes wonderful snitch. I shrugged when she mentioned Monday, getting up to go to my closet. It was only 9 in the morning, plenty of time to figure stuff out. Like how the hell I was going to apologize to Wally for being my normal, bitchy, self. "Anything you want to tell me before I go?"

"Got any advice on how to not be a bitch?" I asked, grabbing my outfit for today. I decided that I was going to walk through town. I grabbed a black, off the shoulder shirt; slightly ripped, skinny jeans; and wedge snap sneakers. I added a silver cuff and grabbed my favorite black leather shoulder bag. I put everything I would need in it and walked past my mom, placing a kiss on her cheek before walking out of my room. I bypassed my siblings, all of them chilling on the couch. Abby was in her ballet clothes, probably waiting for mom. Dom and Bryon looked hungover, and when I took a closer look, I found out that they were, in fact, hungover. Any other day I would mess with them. But not today. Not in the mood.

I slipped out of the house without anyone trying to stop me and I started walking towards school, where I would find a public bus stop, and from there on I would just go with the flow. I was walking on the sidewalk for once, only because I wasn't feeling energized. This was odd.

I stayed on my side of the street, walking past Wally's house, and wondering if he was in. Something told me that he was, but he wasn't going to answer if I knocked. So without a second look, I kept on walking and humming to myself. Christina Aguilera had some great songs to hum to; "Show Me How You Burlesque" being one of them. I was tempted to jump on top of a car and start dancing, but resigned myself to swinging my hips while I walked. I considered calling a friend from London, but thought better. She would be asleep, or partying, or a mixture of both. Not to mention the time difference, and the fact that she went through phones the way she went through lipsticks. A new one every other week.

"The mood is set; so you already know what's next; TV on blast; turn it down..." I started singing to Skin by Rihanna when I heard someone behind me. Probably just a runner. I stepped to the side and continued at my pace. My hips were moving to a slower beat this time, which was less noticeable than before. I really wanted to stop walking and dance, but felt that would be seriously frowned upon in a neighborhood with little kids. I sighed.

"Tere." I heard right next to me, causing me to trip and fall backwards. I was prepared to get hurt, but instead of falling onto the hard concrete, I fell onto someone. I looked behind me and found that I was laying on top of Wally who was grinning like it was his birthday. "I see you've finally fallen for me, Tere." He said in a voice that caused a shiver to run down my back. I shook the feeling off and got up, smacking his arm when we were both standing. "Ow, what was that for?"

"That was for being a total ass to me and giving me the cold shoulder all week!" I shouted as I started walking again. I heard him running to catch up with me, falling into step beside me.

"Sorry about that." He said, rubbing the back of his neck with his goofy smile in place. I stopped in my tracks and turned to set my glare on him. He gulped.

"That's it? 'Sorry'? That's all you have to say?" I said, feeling my temper rise. Wally rolled his eyes at my behavior.

"What do you want me to say?" He asked.

"Something other than sorry!" I yelled. I started walking, again, only to stop and turn back to him and shove my finger into his chest. I was never one to back down from a confrontation. "You know what, never mind. Obviously you don't care!"

"What do you mean I don't care? I came out here to talk to my friend!" He shouted back at me.

"Oh, so I'm you're friend?"

"Of course you are." He said, rolling his eyes. I was so tempted to shove him as hard as I could.

"Gee, it didn't seem like I was your friend, what with you giving me the cold shoulder all week." I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest and jutting my hip out defiantly. Wally groaned and grabbed my shoulders, looking like he really wanted to shake me. I met his gaze and saw this immense sadness swirling in the depths. I squinted and tried to look closer, only for him to let me go and grab my hand, pulling me forward.

"I'm sorry Tere. I didn't mean to treat you like that, it's just, I'm going through a lot of shit right now. Last Saturday when you met the guys, the only reason I didn't come with you guys was because my friends thought you and your brothers were a bad influence."

"They don't even know us-Wait. You told them what we were gonna do, didn't you?" I asked, my anger at him gone. Now I was just annoyed.

"Yes, but not on purpose. They kinda interrogated me. It slipped. I'm sorry."

"It's alright."

"I would have loved to come with you and see Ms. Spitfire at work." He said, throwing me a warm smile. I looked down to hide the blush that had magically appeared on my face. When it had gone away, I looked up only to find Wally still looking.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Liar."

"Fine. You caught me. Do you forgive me?" He asked, giving me the puppy dog eyes. He even added the pout and everything.

"Yes." I said, rolling my eyes at his behavior and pinching his bottom lip. "Don't ever do that again, or I won't be so quick to forgive."

"Yes, ma'am." He said, adding a bow.