Hey everyone. I've been updating this story really quick. I want to finish the B.O.B part and get to the big "drama" part and then start the sequel.

Tehsylvania: Your idea is so great I'm going to use it! Thank you so much!
Miru Amai: He he I'm so evil!
Just Playin: I didn't actually write about it but yeah lol. I think they might have had protection back then. But I don't think they had birth control. I don't really know lol.
Mrs. Benji Madden: It's okay, you can get all your anger out..let it all out lol.
Banana4422: Did you watch it? I was so upset! I am like in love with Boon and they have to go and kill him!
Dreamer for lyf: I just wrote the song their going to use like five minutes ago lol. I hope it's good.
streetpanther1: Yeah! Ha! In their faces! Ha ha ha?
ZiggyGurl: My friend Amanda is ready to beat to a pulp if I don't print out and finish This Lullaby soon so she can read it lol.
blackmagic111090: Don't worry, I'm evil too!

He he evil song coming up. It's got some curses in it.

Chapter 22: Top Five


STEPHANIE'S POV

"Hello sister," Montana snarled as we walked through the gymnasium door.

I leveled her glare, "Hello Montana."

"Dally's coming here to see me," she beamed, hoping I would cringe and fall to the floor crying.

I just stood there, a stone cold look on my face, and smiled. "Good he'll hear the song."

I walked further into the gym and the girls and Johnny followed. Johnny comes everywhere with us now, with Bethany of course. She looked so cute in her carriage with her little bonnet on her little head!

The guy in charge of B.O.B, or Battle of the Bands, sent out a letter to all bands. Since so many entered only five can actually play. So we all have to do like a mini Battle to get into the real one. The "guess star" would be here too. I was eager to see who it was. There were rumors it was Elvis, or Ray Charles. But we do have to be reasonable, they're to big to be a star in a local band competition.

I was excited of course, until I saw and realized who it was. I practically walked into him. My father, Constantine Hazen. I just stared at him, as I was on my butt on the floor. The girls all looking back and forth between me and him.

"Are you okay?" he asked, holding an arm out for me to get up. He looked like a dirty hippie. Long dark hair, like mine, just not as long. He had a little bit of a goatee, and had on a long black t-shirt and jeans. He didn't even know who I was.

I stood up, not taking his arm.

"I didn't mean to knock you over. Are you going to be playing today?"

"Yes I am, Mr. Hazen." I said a little rudely. He was confused but shrugged slightly.

"Well good luck," he patted my shoulder like a stranger would and walked off.

"Hazen! As in...your father?" Belle asked with amazed realization.

"Good Belle!" I patted her head and laughed. We turned around to see yet another demon from hell, Dallas, all over Montana. Amanda's hands balled into fists and she started stomping her way to him.

"Slow down cowgirl!" Sage stopped her. She sighed and we signed in.

"Your name?" the girl behind the counter asked, she looked like someone who's name was Flower or something.

"What?"

"Your band, what is it called?"

"Oh, uhm..." I looked at the girls. We still hadn't decided on a name.

"The Chicklets!" Belle yelped.

We stared at her. Flower-chick sighed.

"The Chicklets? Are you on crack? What is Two-Bit giving you?" Amanda asked.

"The guy that gave us the flyer, Hooka Man, over at the Cajun. He always calls us Chicklets! So I think we should tribute him and call ourselves the Chicklets!" she explained.

We shared one glance with each other and nodded, turning back to Flower-chick.

"We're the Chicklets."

She gave us an unsure look, but wrote it down. "Next!" she yelled and we moved on.

"That was the Coach Class Brats! Next up we have...The Chicklets!" the dinky guy in charge yelled enthusiastically. We were finally up! Number 13! We walked, smiling brightly, Sage blew a kiss to Johnny.

"Okay everyone, we're going to sing a song for you written by our drummer, Stephanie, inspired by an ex-boyfriend, and an evil girl we know."

I tried not to laugh as we started out soft and slow and grew to an overwhelming beat.

This ain't no love song
That's all I've got to say
See ya baby
I know your on your way

Just came by today to break my heart
Telling me that you've found someone else
Well good luck baby, cause there's no one else like me

I'm not your bitch anymore
Don't come crawl back to my door
I won't answer no matter how many knocks
Whisper your sweet lies in her ear
Tell her all the things I wished to hear
When you figure out I'm what you want
Well that's tough luck
Cause sorry baby, I'm not your bitch anymore

Stay inside of your mind
In your messed up world of fucked up lies
Don't care about me?
That's alright


I've taken all your crap
I'm just dishing it back to you


I'm not your bitch anymore
Don't come crawl back to my door
I won't answer no matter how many knocks
Whisper your sweet lies in her ear
Tell her all the things I wished to hear
When you figure out I'm what you want
Well that's tough luck
Cause sorry baby, I'm not your bitch anymore

Let her be your bitch now
See if she takes orders
Let her be your slave now
Cause I'm sick of your shit

Sorry, I'm not your bitch anymore

We were amazing if I don't say so myself! And watching Montana's lip purse in anger and hurt. Dally's hands rushed through his hair, and he didn't even look up at the stage! Ha! I couldn't be more happier.

We go off the stage and received a pat on the back by the dinky head guy. He slapped Amanda's ass just before getting back on stage. Her eyes widened. I laughed.


Okay it was short, next chapter Montana's band will be up. Sorry if it sucks. I'm watching the O.C. at the same time.