Disclaimer: Stella : ugh, I hate these… so boring! Me: I don't own lemonade mouth or any of the songs I use in this story. THERE! I SAID IT! PUT YOUR PITCHFORKS AND Y… HOW'D YOU GET A GUN! Scott: I got it…. OH MY GOD! IS THAT ADELE! Crowd: AHHHHH! Me: thanks… I guess… Scott: no prob… Wen: sooo…. How bout them lakers? Me: um…. Wen: nevermind. Me: ooook then. Liv: Mo, wheres Charlie? Mo: Well… he's…. um…. I don't know. Charlie: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! Stella: found him. Scott: wow, that crowd can run fast! Wen: RUN FOREST, RUN! Charlie: OH SHUT THE FUCK UP! Wen: god, people are touchy… Charlie: pant, pant, cough. I think I lost em. Stella: didn't you have a watch? Charlie: what? Oh FORGET IT! Me: so, just enjoy this multichap bout two lovebirds in this very popular band! All of them: WHO? Me: you'll see…
Stella's POV
"Why do I even bother with you two?" Stella yelled. Charlie and Wen were fighting over if it was ok or not to use a different finger when thumb wrestling. "You're the one who chooses to!" Charlie said back. "Good point Delgado. Hey Scott, will you go get me a lemonade?" "Why can't you go get it?" "Here's a twenty." "I'm on it!"
"Stell, where's Mo?" Charlie asked. "I don't know. Do you LUUUUUUV her?" I teased. "No need to be mean, god." We suddenly heard the rustling of pom-poms and broken dreams. We all know what that means. "Son of a Beech at ten o clock!" I whisper yelled. "I repeat, son of a Beech at ten o clock! Stay still, mind your own business, and don't take your eyes off your food." We both looked down immediately and started toying with our unappetizing meals. "Hey, lemon head!" Ray said with a smirk plastered across his face. "What do you want Ray?" "Oh nothing… just wanted to make a conversation." Ray said, obviously lying. "Did you ever consider why I would want to make a conversation with a bottle blonde Ken doll like you?" I spat back, venom in my voice. "Ken doll? You're no Selly Gomez!" Said Jules. "At least I'm not made of plastic like you!" Jules got a very offended look on her face. Then that bitch Charlie dated before stepped in front of Jules and said "You know, if you don't want to die alone, you shouldn't walk around like 'Oh, Im miss independent! Im such a rebel and Im so cool, I don't need anybody to make me happy!' You really shouldn't mess with us Stella. We will ruin you and your little band. Oh, and you know that clueless kid I dated that's hangs around you? What was his name…? Oh yeah. You know Charlie Stella? He would be perfect for you." I was fuming at this point. I couldn't think of anything else to do, so I hit her square it the jaw. Charlie was watching us like a movie, taking piece after piece of popcorn chicken and shoving it in his mouth without taking his eyes away from the action. "YOU LITTLE SLUT!" She screamed. "I believe you're the slut." I replied with a smirk. She ran off crying to the bathroom. Ray was just staring at me with wide eyes. I cracked my knuckles and said "You want some of this?" He bolted. "That's what I thought!" I yelled. WHAT. AN. AWESOME. DAY.