Sorry about the lack of updates. I had a band concert today and it ended at 7, then I had to clean my room with my twin, which means double the mess… well, okay then. Thank you for your kind words, it certainly made my day better.
So, I really enjoy the ideas that are coming. They're really good and frankly, I have a ton of turns I can go with this story… They're all great; I just need to select one.
Stella frowned and folded her arms over her chest. Her disappointment was rising. Seeing Wen talking to Tiffany, just as Olivia explained. It was clearer than light itself Olivia was falling for the ginger, and him, her, but the issue, Tiffany.
Stella sighs, shakes her head, and rolls up her leather jacket, which was blazing due to the hot sun beaming down on what it seemed like only her. She began to walk towards the supposed 'couple.' Doing so, Tiffany's smile she was beaming at Wen, frowned once the brunet arrived with a smirk.
She places a hand on Wen's shoulder, and leans on him for support. Wen sighs, and Stella's staring at the girl, who's getting pissed off by the looks of it.
"Hi Wen," she smiles, tearing her eyes from Tiffany to the ginger.
Wen half smiles, but it was clear it was fake. "Hi Stell, ugh, can we talk later? Tiff and I were kinda um… talking."
She shrugs, and uses her feet to support her weight, now balanced; she began swinging on the balls of her feet, her black leather boots squeaking in the process. "Sure, I guess if you'd like to make out with, Tiff, here," she looks at her when she mentioned her name, and put as much effuses as possible, using the nickname Wen gave her. "I don't have a problem with it, but… Olivia might," she looked back at Wen, still rocking, her smirk still plastered.
Wen just stared, his brows arched, Tiffany however, looked full on fight mood. "Olivia," she spat her name as if a bad taste entered her mouth at the name, "Your singer?"
"Yeah and… we aren't doing anything so…" he gave Stella a 'please' look, she shrugs, acting dumb.
"Alright, so if you aren't doing anything, what're you talking about?" She stops her rocking, and clutches her overalls, that fell below her breasts, but a black V-neck covered her skin. That was one unique thing about Stella, her style was strange, but it was defiantly, without a doubt, Stella.
Wen eyes her, and then looks at Tiffany with an apologetic look. She only rolls her eyes, and sticks her leg out, rubbing her temple in annoyance. Stella smirks seeing this. Wen tears his eyes off the girl to glare at Stella. "We were talking about history class." He explains.
"Oh really, because… Wen, I'm in your history class, and Tiffany has Mr. Lusher." Stella says firmly, feeling victorious. She looks from a now awkward Wen and Tiffany over, smirking.
Wen sighs, "Tiffany, can you give me a sec?" He asks polity.
She shrugs, "Sure," she says annoyed. Wen nods and grabs Stella's arm, dragging her a good three yards away.
"Well, where ever are we going?" She asks in fake interest, a smile stuck to her lips.
"Stella, what're you doing?" He asks once they stop.
"What are you doing Wen? Olivia's at home watching chick flicks, and crying her eyes out."
"Then why aren't you their?"
She shrugs, "I can't stand it, and I left her with Mo, claiming I was coming here because I left my jacket. Beside the point, why are you going out with Tiffany? Of all people, her?"
Wen sighs, "Who told you we were dating?"
"Ah ha! You didn't deny."
He shakes his head, "I'm not dating her Stella. She was asking if I could watch her sister tomorrow."
"Mhm, okay… sure, why would she ask you?" She asks in sarcasm.
"She's my neighbor, it's considered nice Stell." He says, and Stella just gives him a, 'really' look.
She rolls her eyes. "Well, Olivia thinks you and her," she points at Tiffany, who's now texting, Stella rolls her eyes at seeing a small giggle escape the preppy girls lips, "are a thing. Scott apparently told Olivia-"
"That's why she's been avoiding me? Scott told her?" He asks, flabbergasted and outraged.
She shrugs, "she didn't tell me anything else." She crosses her arms over her chest.
He sighs in frustration. "Thanks' Stella."
She nods, "Sorry I barked at you…" She looks down and shrugs.
"Its fine, I just have to have a little… chat with Scott." She looks up with shock and glee written on her face.
"You want me there? I can be your back up," she smiles, punching his arm, but frowns, squeezing his arms at the noodle-ish feeling. "Or… you can be my backup?"
He rolls his eyes. "We aren't going to fight. I just… have to talk with him." He turns around, but Stella sighs.
"Okay, so she tells Olivia you're dating Tiffany so he can get you out the way, so he can flirt with her? That sounds alright, or you can beat the shit outta him, and he'll leave Olivia and you and Tiffany alone." He stops at her voice, and turns.
"I don't want to fight him Stella, I can't fight him. I just want to talk to him… see why he did it."
"Why else? To get Olivia…"
"Stella, thank you, but I don't need you there." She just nods, and he turns, walking towards Tiffany. "Hey, so… I'll baby sit her tonight." She just nods.
"Kay," she simply says, grabbing her bag, "Thanks Wen." He nods, and walks inside the abandoned school. Not a student in sight, teachers, and janitors stayed behind, but they didn't seem to mind. He walked the halls, searching the boy.
He finally decided the locker room, finding Scott rummaging through his locker. "Hey man," he simply says, sitting on the bench closest to Scott's locker.
Scott turns at the voice, and sighs. "Hey," he looks in his locker, staring at the dirty cloths and random papers. "What're you doing here?"
Wen shrugs, "I could ask the same to you."
"I'm ugh, just cleaning out my locker. You know, soccer season ended so…"
Wen nods, "Sounds like something that could be waited 'till Monday?"
Scott looks at the ginger, "Why are you here?" He asks a second time.
"Why'd you tell Olivia I was seeing Tiffany?" Scott doesn't speak; he looks down at the floor. "Scott?"
Scott sighs, "I… I don't know I guess… I guess I like her and she's just… pretty," he looks up, "but I know she likes you, and I know you like her but… So do I."
"Scott, you were perfectly happy with Mo-"
"I wasn't happy. Well, I was, but… she and Charlie are getting super close and the fact they're best friends, they're in a band and spending every living second with each other sickens me. I just, want to be happy."
"Tell me, did you do it?"
Scott stares at Wen, but sits beside him, staring at the blue lockers, "No."
Wen nods. "I believe you, but… you're still out the band." He stands, and Scott looks at him in shock.
"W-what," he stands, "Wen, I told you I didn't hit her I swear."
"And I believe you. But, you're out. I'm sorry," he shrugs and walks out the locker room.
... Well… eh, okay… So, I know, I know. Lack of updates for what, four days? But I had SERIOUSE writers' block, like, for real… So I typed chapter 9, then I was thinking, 'this, chapter, SUCKS!' So, I deleted it, and wrote this one. And honestly, I still think it was… eh, bad. But, using the ideas and seeing them made me smile. I again apologize, my life, writing, school, ext. is getting hectic. So, if you will take one minute from your time to please, please, PLEASE! Review? Thank you to all, and again, if you want another update, ideas would be key…