Hi readers, I present, Chapter 11. I'm proud, and I hope you are as well! Okay, cut the cliché and cheesiness, on with the story shall we?
Charlie frowns. 'He's still hanging out with her?' He thought to himself. A ping of jealousy entered his body, and he wanted it to leave, soon. He sighed and walked towards the two, they seemed to be in deep conversation, so he decided against it. Instead he walked towards a nearby shelf. Acting as if he was looking for a book, he moved the books aside, having a perfect vision on the two. The library was pretty much deserted, the only people who were there was him, Mo and Scott, and random students, reading, researching, and looking for a book.
He smiled at Mo's attire, her hair pulled back in a messy pony tail, her hair sticking up in different directions. She was dressed in black sweat pants, pink tennis shoes, and a Lemonade Mouth t- shirt, and still, she managed to take Charlie's breath out his lungs.
He took notice her aura seemed to be annoyed and stressed. Books, open and closed scattered the table she was seated at, papers neatly by her side. Scott, who seemed to be interrupting her, looked determined.
"Mo, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to it's just you're spending all you time with Charlie and it hurts. We're still together you know? Just because I'm out the band now doesn't mean you have to flirt with him." Scott says silently due to the silence in the library.
"Scott, I'm not flirting with him. He has a girlfriend, and I'm with you but…" she looks down at her book.
"But," he asks, scared of her answer.
"But," she looks up, "But I think we shouldn't be, I don't think going out with you is best."
He stands, "You think I hit her do you?" He asks.
"Scott please, I-"
"You do… you all do," He interrupted her.
She stands and places a hand on his chest, looking at it, while her other was taking hold of his forearm. "Scott, we need to break up, its best."
He steps back, causing Mo to release her grip as she stare. "Why, we're doing well?"
"But I'm not feeling it," she says.
"Felling what Mo?" He asks, the angry coming out as one.
"…. It, Scott, how more clearer can I be?" She asks, getting annoyed and angered herself.
He sighs, "Fine, date Charlie, I don't care." He walks away, Mo steps forward, as if attempting to go after him, but stops, seeing as if he was already out the library.
Mo sighs and sits, putting her hands on her face. "Hey, you okay?" A voice echoed in her ears.
She looks up and smiles weakly, "Hey, I'm fine. What're you doing here?" She asks facing him.
Charlie shrugs, "I um… I was checking out a book on," he looks down at the book he aimlessly grabbed due to watching the ex-couple chat. "Moby Dick," he smiled looking up.
She raised an eyebrow at him, "Moby Dick? Charlie, that's impressive, I didn't know you read Herman Melville?"
"I didn't either," he says casually, placing the book on her table and taking the seat next to her, "So, what're you doing here?"
She sighs, "I got a c on my history repot so my father sent me here to study but Scott was here and he well, yeah…" She trails off.
"I'm sorry, are you okay?"
She shrugs, "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Did you guys just like, break up or something?"
She nods, "Yeah, but… I'm not too bummed about it anyway, he told me he was getting mad at me, and I wasn't happy but… but I am happy. I have you…" she freezes at the mistake she said, "Guys, I have you guys, Lemonade Mouth." She laughs nervously.
His gleeful smile turns into a knowingly grin, "Yeah, Lemonade Mouth… So, I heard we're going to Paris this summer to kick of our tour. Should be fun?"
She smiles, "I know I can't wait. Just think you, Wen, Olivia, Stella and me, all in Paris, the city of love." She smiles.
He's silent for a moment, thinking about all the possibilities that might happen that summer. "Yeah, should be fun." He swallows and nods.
She stands and gathers her things. "I have to go. My dad's already pissed enough, being late will be just another thing to add on the list." She grabs her books, "bye Charlie, see you around," he stands and she hugs him with her free arm that isn't clutching the books.
"Bye, Mo," she smiles and walks out. Charlie just stares. "By the way, I love you," he mumbles to himself, running a hand through his brown long hair.
"Stella, it's simple, just multiply x with y, getting you z, so now you just have to divide z with q and t will be squared," Wen explained, pointing in the textbook with his pencils dull eraser.
Stella's elbows rested on the cold desk, her hands on top her ears to block Wen's voice, but it was lightly pressed. "Wen, I haven't a clue what you just said, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't English, you know, my madden language?"
He rolls his eyes. "Stell, I'm sorry but if you don't pass you'll fail this year, and you won't be able to go to Pairs over the summer."
She sighs, and drops her hands, crossing them but her elbows, as her arms laid on the desk. "I know but… I just don't get it. Why does math have to be so difficult?"
"Because it's evil," Wen smirks.
"Well how evil is it to suffer a person to try and find p?"
"T," he corrected. She rolled her eyes.
"Whatever, like it matters." She stands. "Isn't Olivia supposed to be here? I heard she got detention too?" She asked walking towards the door. Stepping out, she snatched a quarter from her back pocket and placed it in the machine, receiving her Lemonade.
Once she arrived back she sat on top of the teacher's desk, her legs dangled as she sipped the yellow beverage. "Yeah, she did but I don't know, she's seemed kind of, off lately." He says, putting his math book away and taking his iPod out.
"Think about it Wen, she thinks you're dating Tiffany, her parents died, not to mention she got ran over." He stops, and looks up.
"Wait, isn't it kind of suspicious that she and her parents got ran over?"
"Yeah, but it could just be a coincidence? The guy that ran over Olivia's parents is in jail."
"Yeah, I… I'm probably just being paranoid?"
Stella nods, and the door opens. "Hey Wen, hi Stella, what are you doing here?" Olivia smiles, placing her book bag on the teacher's desk beside were Stella is siting.
Stella jumps down and faces the blond and shrugs, "yelled at a teacher who criticized my outfit. No big deal."
Olivia looks Stella up and down, noticing her black skinny jeans that were bleached in white, splattered on the pants. Her top: a cut up black v neck, which covered her stomach with a white tank top. Olivia smiled. "I like it."
Stella did a fake curtsy, "And I thank you. So, what are you doing here?" She asks sipping her lemonade.
Olivia looks from Wen, back to Stella, "Zoning out of class… So um, I heard the dance's this Friday? Should be tons of fun?"
Stella rolls her eyes, "No way, I'm not going."
"Please, please, please, please, please, please Stella? Oh come on, it'll be fun?" She begs, her hands clasped together.
"No, no, no, no, no, and no," she walks away, but Olivia follows her. "Olivia I told you I don't do dances."
"Stella, you could meet a hot guy there. You could even get a boyfriend."
"Oh hey, so could you, he's right here in this room it isn't hard." She says with a smirk as she settles next to a book shelf in an old desk.
Olivia stops her pacing, blushes and looks at Wen, who is seemed to be drawn to his IPod. She smiles as he rocked his head to the beat. Stella cleared her throat, causing her to snap back into reality, and blush. "Please Stell? Just stay until the second dance?"
Stella readjusts her position so her body's leaning forward. "Do I have to wear a dress?"
Olivia smiles, "No, you can whatever you want, well, not true, the theme is horror so..."
Stella smirked, "That's why you wanted me to go?" She asked crossing her arms over her chest and leaning back, crossing her legs. Olivia nodded, "You little devil, and I'm insulted and flattered at the same time. I'm in."
"Yes, okay, I don't know what to wear, so um… if you could help me out?" Stella stands.
"What'd you have in mind?"
"I don't know. I just, really wish he'd ask me," Olivia states, biting her lower lip as she fiddled her jacket zipper, staring at the ginger.
"What don't you ask him? Break the tradition?"
Olivia jerks her head back at Stella, "Are you out of your mind? Ask him, that's crazy."
"No, what's crazy is you're drawing stick figures of you, and Wen, holding hands with hearts surrounded." She says pulling out her sheet of paper she was doodling on from her back pocket. Olivia gasps, "And I've noticed, Tiffany in the back crying?"
"Give me that," she snatches it from her hands, "How'd you get it anyway?" She folds the paper and places it in her back pocket.
"I have Mr. Thomson after your class period and you left it on your desk." She shrugged, "Better I get it then Charlie, and he sits at your desk."
"Promise you won't tell Wen? It's just I really like him, but I can't go out with him."
"Why, you'd make perfect, talented, red head babies?" She smirked.
Olivia whacks the brunets arm, but it doesn't seem to affect her. "Hey, we're just friends."
"Friends with benefits." Olivia glares at her and she chuckles, "Okay, I'm sorry but, you two look cute together. Besides, the band doesn't need any risks, either you're on, or off?"
Olivia looks from Wen, to Stella, "Oh it's so on." Stella smirks.
"That's what I like to hear."
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