Dewey had Freddy backed into a corner of his apartment, a look of determination in his eyes the day before the festival. "Listen, Spazzy, you are going to this thing even if I have to drag you by your toenails!"
"Fine, what ever! But if she's there, I will not hesitate to kill her."
"You would seriously hit a girl?" Alicia asked.
"I'd hit this girl."
"I'm telling you Freddy, she is not that bad," Zack said.
"Then why don't you date her?"
"Maybe I will, she is pretty, that is all you could talk about after you saw her."
"She is pretty, but obnoxious!"
"Whatever man."
It just so happens that an almost similar conversation was happening at apartment 2C that same day, if only was as productive. "Ashlyn, if you don't go, I'll kill you!" shouted Zoey, her red hair flying around as she screamed.
"Kill me! Then I won't have to see Jones!"
"You are going and that's final," Carla reasoned.
"No I'm not!" bellowed Ashlyn, her fists clenched in anger. Her gray eyes scanned the room holding a glare with all of her band mates. And all of a sudden she stood from her chair and started towards the door.
"You know what? Fine Ashlyn, leave and we will replace you!" said Mandy.
Ashlyn stood in the doorframe holding Mandy's gaze. She smirked and said "Fine! Replace me," sounding as indifferently as she could. She walked out briskly, turned around one last time, looked at her band mates, and slammed the door.
"Good job Mandy! Where the hell are we going to find a guitar player by tomorrow?" screamed Carla, her green eyes darkening. "Stupid idiot!" she screamed as she threw a book from a nearby table at the wall.
"We won't," said Mandy calmly, "we are going to kidnap her, and force her to go instead." The girls all had a look of knowing on their face, they would set it up with Ashlyn's mom, get a spare key and drag her out of her house.
"I cannot believe that they want me to go within a mile of Jones, willingly!" said Ashlyn as she walked to her house, which was a few blocks away from Carla's apartment. It just so happened that Dewey's band practice let out early that day and was right across the street from Carla's place. Zack and Freddy crossed the street, deeply immersed in conversation when Zack hit someone, and knocked them to the ground.
"I'm so sorry," Zack said apologetically.
"Yeah, well. It's okay," said a mess of curls from the ground. She stood up and brushed her hair out of her eyes. She smiled at Zack and looked over at his friend who was backing away. Realization hit Ashlyn Ross like a ton of bricks. "Jones?" she asked incredulously. "Why me? I just quit my band, and now I have to see you?"
"Like it's a picnic to see you Ross, I thought we settled this rivalry crap, my band gets out at said time, and yours gets out at a different time, that way we never have to see each other."
"Spare me Jones! This is my 'said time' as you call it!"
"Wait, you are quitting your band?" he turned to Zack, "I'm for sure going now."
"I knew you'd be there. After all we met at the 'Rockers of America Festival', there's no reason you wouldn't be playing juniors, sure you're not too good for us?"
"Man, just leave it!" said Zack.
"Guess I'll see you tomorrow, Ross. Oh, wait. That's right, I won't see you tomorrow. Later Ross!"
"Night, Jones," she sighed. "I'm getting sick of this, and now I have no band!"