Chapter 3.
Finally it's lunch break and to Allen's surprise, all of his teachers weren't as tough as he thought they would be.
In fact, they we're all pretty funny. A little over dramatic…But funny either way.
But now it's time for lunch, and he couldn't have been happier that it came.
He scowled, remembering that his stomach was being a demon and growling angrily in nearly all his classes.
And each time it did, students would look his way to snicker at him.
He blushed at the memory, and tried to repress it as he walked away from the cafeteria lunch line; he chewed on the straw between his lips, walking down the aisles between all the cafeteria lunch tables, passing by many glaring, leering, and laughing teenagers as he does, searching for a table with at least little people as much as possible.
"Allen!"
He tilted his head, was someone calling him?
"Allen! Over here!"
Someone was calling him, well obviously since he heard someone shout for his attention, he looked around himself. He stared straight ahead; down further into the cafeteria, he saw Lenalee waving at him to join her table, her hand held high above her head with a beaming grin.
"Over here Allen!" She called to him again.
He waved back with a delighted smile. "I'm coming!" He said happily and took longer strides towards her table.
When he made it to her table without any spills of his juice or his food he had to heave a sigh of relief.
"Hi Lena…" The younger teen trailed off, he lowered his hand in mid-wave to stare incredulously down at a red-head, laying—and taking up all the room—on the right side of the cafeteria bench.
Apple inside his mouth and a bandana over his eyes.
I recognize that red-head…He thought with a confused expression.
"La…Vi…?" Allen said slowly, cocking an eyebrow at the older male.
That soon shot up from the bench at hearing that familiar British accent, he quickly removed the green and black bandana from around his eye's to stare with one wide eye at the white-haired teenager in front of him, tray of food in his leather gloved hands.
"Well slap my ass and call me Joanie! It's Allen Walker!" Lavi announced with a big idiotic grin as he made room for the teen. "Have a seat dude!" He exclaimed happily as he slapped the spot beside him.
"Th-thanks…I guess." Allen warily thanked as he slowly took the seat across from Lenalee and beside Lavi. Shooting odd looks from between both teenager's.
Lenalee tilted her head. "You know Lavi already?" She asked with an odd look shot to Lavi.
Who immaturely stuck out his tongue with that, 'I-met-him-first' behavior.
Allen shook his head with a smile.
"Yeah, and no. We just met yesterday," Allen explained with a smile, he looked to Lavi sitting beside him with a white eyebrow raised questionably.
"But I had no idea at all that you come to this school" He said in what sounded like—in the ears of Lavi—a skeptic and questioning tone.
But Lavi, being the forgiving person that he is—Self-proclaimed—waved Allen's remark away with a carefree smirk. "Che'yeah, I get what you're saying dude. I look old enough to already be in college and shit, but hey, I'm only eighteen." The red-head replied with a shrug as he bit into his apple.
"Ah, I see," Allen said with a nod of his head. "What grade are you in Lenalee?" He asked with a grin to his newest friend.
Nothing was wrong with Lavi…But he still was an unknown compared to Lenalee, he already knew which bands she liked and disliked, and what colors she really likes.
She grinned as leaned over the table towards him. "I'm a sophomore."
Just as Allen was about to reply.
"And I'm a sophomore too! Shit isn't that fucking trippendicular?" Lavi exclaimed with a grin. Mentally glad he butted into the conversation.
He really didn't like it when he wasn't involved in a conversation. "We're all going to graduate together!" The red-head exclaimed.
"Wait!" Allen shouted, cutting off Lavi's rejoice.
Much to the red-heads disdain.
"You just said you were eighteen…Doesn't that mean you were to graduate before us?" Allen asked.
Lavi thumbed towards Allen with a smirk as he looked away from the white-haired teenager over to Lenalee. "Don't you love his accent Lenalee? I fell in love with it yesterday." He announced with a dreamy sigh.
She only smiled. "Yep! I thought it was rad when I first met him in the hall this morning." She replied with a chipper giggle.
"I think I had a dream of his accent." Lavi said, blinking at the thought.
"Tell me about it." Lenalee replied eagerly, big grin across her face as she leaned up on the cafeteria table towards the red-head.
"Uhm…About that question I asked," Allen said, clearing his throat.
What's so bloody spectacular about the way I talk? The white-haired teenager thought, frowning. And did he just say he had a dream about me?
Lavi smiled, snapping his fingers. "Right! Well I got into deep shit back in the day that made me get set back a grade…But eh," He shrugged, again, and bit into his apple with a grin. "I don't mind. But I think it's fucking stellar that we're gonna graduate together!" Lavi happily announced, roughly slinging an arm over Allen's small shoulders.
Lenalee across from them smiled brightly and clapped her hands together. "I know right? Not only that but we get to have more practice time with our songs now that we got all that extra time!" She explained excitedly.
Lavi whooped as he fist pumped the air. "We are gonna fucking rock this world!" He crowed.
Allen was about to bite into his sandwich but abruptly stopped in mid-bite. "Hold on mates!" Allen said with a serious expression.
Getting a small pout from Lavi.
"What is this rant about, 'more practice time'?" He asked. Still in a serious tone of voice.
Which in Lenalee's ears, it didn't quite go good with his 'nice boy' exterior.
Lavi beamed a grin. "Well, me and Missus here," He thumbed to the direction of the girl across from him. "Just so happen to be in a band called…" The red-head trailed off with a confused expression.
And he turned to face Lenalee. "What are we called anyways?" He asked, wrinkling his brow in confusion.
Lenalee rolled her purple eye's passionately. "We just talked about that last night dweeb. We can't name the band until we get our lead singer."
Allen smiled brightly. "Are you the same people who put this advertisement up? Just hold on a tick." Allen said as he dug inside his pants pocket.
Pulling out a sheet of paper, he un-folded it on the table and laid it out flat in the center.
Lenalee and Lavi both leaned up onto the table and took a look at the paper.
Lenalee's smile soon grew and she nodded her head after reading her own writing. "That's our ad alright!" She said grinning and sitting back down.
Lavi let out a long whistle. "We just hung that up about a week ago, but it feels like dick years since I last saw it."
Allen smiled brightly. "Can I audition?" He quickly asked. "I can sing! If you allow me to, I'll show you guys after school!"
And their table went silent.
Allen bit his bottom lip. "Did I sound too desperate…?" He asked nervously.
Lavi lifted a finger, about to reply, until he noticed a familiar, angry looking—and also year older—teenager approaching their table. With a grin, he waved, "Hey Yuu!" He shouted.
Both Lenalee and Allen turned their heads to see the same teenager approaching.
Lavi blinked at the tray of food that was practically being crushed inside the older teen's hands as he quickly strode his way to their table.
A dark scowl on his—if Lavi was obligated to compliment him—well featured face.
"W'sup Yuu?" The red-head asked, smirking. "Lemme guess…" the red-head mused, leaning on the table-top and closer to the angry teen across from him.
Who leaned back further away with a look of disgust clear on his scowling face.
The red-head soon snapped his fingers. "Another teach bitched at you for falling asleep in class!" He confidently announced.
Fist pumping the air when Kanda's middle finger flicked up at him. Lavi always knew he was right when he got the "middle finger salute".
"Bite me retard." Retorted the long raven-haired teenager as he picked up his cheeseburger, took a small piece off of it, and threw the bit into his mouth.
"You still eat like a girl Kanda," Lenalee teased, smiling slyly when the older teenager sitting beside her glared her way.
"Get bent." The long-haired teenager growled.
Allen looked towards this person named 'Yuu' and 'Kanda' that joined their table with a curious glint in his eyes.
The guy had long blue hair.
Blue! Well it was mostly black, but he could see tints of blue inside it in the right lighting. Not only that, but the guy had long blue and black hair!
Now THAT is the coolest hair-style Allen has ever seen.
But he also noticed his question went un-answered.
"About what I asked Lenalee…?" Allen asked lightly. Leaning on the table towards Lenalee across from him. "May I audition for the part of the lead singer of…Whatever the deuce your band is called?" Allen smiled small.
Inside, Allen was dying, he doesn't know what the others might say, but on the out-side, he was still smiling and had the air about him as being casual.
But with his hands clenched tightly together underneath the table, it was the only indication that he was severely nervous, and on edge, about asking for an audition.
"What the fuck are—" Kanda was about to ask the white-headed kid—who seemed to have come out of no-where—what he was talking about.
Until he finally heard the word 'audition'.
Then his scowl grew.
The long-haired teen whipped his head to the direction of the white-haired brat sitting beside the 'red-headed retard'. "Audition for what?" He snapped, looking at Lenalee, who was fidgeting with her nails.
Then glared over to Lavi, who was whistling innocently, and looking at anywhere but at him.
The long-haired teenager growled. "I asked a question dick weeds."
Lavi was the one who surrendered first.
Naturally.
"Don't worry Yuu!" The red-head exclaimed nervously, half of his torso was on top of lunch table. "Lenalee and I both know that you get lonely when you're not involved with band shit, but—"
"—I don't fucking get lonely!" Kanda argued, throwing his empty milk carton at Lavi's head.
Who frowned at getting something thrown at him, but carried on. "Anyways…" The red-head continued as he slid off of the table. "We pretend that we don't know, that you don't get lonely, but when we fer cereal, do know that we know you do."
And Lavi couldn't help but smirk at the confused expression on Kanda's face.
Thank God he was the smarter one out of the bunch, Kanda was the muscle, and Lenalee was the sweetheart.
Lavi grinned. "But we just met Allen! Like, today, and we didn't even know he had that ad in his pocket and that he wanted to audition." He explained. "Until now. So don't blow a gasket about not being involved in the auditioning shit, because we still didn't say 'yes' to the kid." Lavi finished, beaming a grin.
Allen frowned, disappointed. "So that's a no?"
Lenalee and Lavi both waved their hands.
"God no! Ha ha...Ha hah ha...Ha." Lenalee laughed nervously.
And the was the most painfully fake laugh Lavi ever heard.
The bassist cleared her throat. "We didn't say no…per se…We just have to audition you later on and talk it over with Kanda." Lenalee explained. She gestured towards the still scowling teenager beside her with the long-hair. "Who is by the way, our lead guitarist." She introduced with a grin.
Lavi grinned wider and smacked Kanda on his shoulder playfully. "Come on dude! Say hello to the nice Brit!"
"Fuck off." Kanda deadpanned.
Lavi pouted. "That's not nice…"
Allen snapped out of his thoughts. "What do you play Lavi?" He asked and got back to his meal.
Now that the audition was settled.
Lavi thumbed his chest proudly. "I play the drums my small, British friend!" The red-head grinned.
"And he doesn't always call people his 'friends' if he doesn't mean it," Lenalee announced with a bright smile. "So I say you're making a big impact on him already Al."
Allen smiled. "That's great to hear!" He wasn't kidding. "But…Hopefully when I do audition, that you guys will like me." He stated sheepishly.
Kanda snorted and closed his eyes. "I bet you sound fucking bunk as you look." The guitarist said, slurping loudly from his cup.
Lenalee smacked the teenager on the shoulder. "Kanda! Seriously, he hasn't even auditioned yet and you're already making it harder for him than it really is!" She scolded the guitarist.
Who pretended he couldn't hear her as he continued to drink.
Allen waved the remark away with a smile. "Don't' worry Lena. I bet he can't play the guitar as well as he can't look masculine."
And for the second time that lunch hour, their table went silent.
"Oh shit…" Lavi whispered. "That was a good one." He soon complimented, smiling.
Lenalee just sighed heavily and hung her head in shame. "There goes our new best friend," She said, pouting. "And after we probably found our new lead singer too." She groaned.
Allen gave Lenalee a questioning glare, "And what does that mean?" Didn't they just go through this that they were gonna let him audition?
"Means, you better apologize to Yuu for bagging about how he can't play the guitar—and the fact that he doesn't look manly—before he fucking blows a gasket," Lavi explained, chuckling.
Allen rolled his eyes, knowing right then and there that he and Kanda, aren't going to get along quite well as he did with the others.
"Um, I'm sorry?" The British teen half-heartedly apologized.
"Too late." Kanda snapped, quickly getting up from the cafeteria bench.
Allen quickly got up as well, not really sure what else to do at this point.
Out of sheer terror for his life, he bolted out of the cafeteria.
Now he knew for sure he wasn't going to get along with him.
Kanda chased after him, and to Lavi's entertainment, hot on the teenager's heels.
"Run Al! Run like Satan is chasing ya!" The red-head spurred the two running teenagers on with a grin.
Hearing Allen shrieking and screaming was very un-manly to him, but he somehow, the kid had the lung power to still keep running like hell as he did, he also hadn't noticed before, but…Allen had a great voice when he was yelling at Kanda for him to stop chasing him.
"We're never going to find our singer when Kanda keeps scaring them off," Lenalee said with a sigh of exasperation.
She began eating her cafeteria food, finally feeling at peace.
Lavi laughed and bit into the last remaining bit of his apple. "Yeah, but the kid runs fast. I doubt the burn out could catch up with him." The red-head replied, tossing the apple core behind his head.
"I really do love his accent Lena. Marry a British," Lavi said with a sigh, "Just not Allen." He quickly corrected himself.
Lenalee rolled her eyes, passionately. "Yeah, right. Just let me go to Britain real quick-like without my brother finding out I left the country." She scoffed.
"Dork."
"Hey!"
"I want rock N roll!
Yes I do..."
Sorry, listening to "Rock of Ages" By Def Leppard...Seriously dudes! Listen to this song, I swear it'll make you wanna head-bang..Cos I always do.
Anyways, I'm updating fast...Because I don't think I'll have time to do this with my job and all...But I will try to update as often as I can, and non of this, one chapter a month shit. Doesn't that get old?
I hope you guys still like this story, and again i'm sorry i'm making you guys wait. But its worth it right? I fixed up most spelling error's and shit.\
Tah!