Vas Happenin darlings! Thanks so much for all the sweet reviews lovelies. They mean a lot and they're so sweet. I have bad news for all Victorious fans, as of yesterday the show has been cancelled. Apparently they haven't renewed it because Dan says he's not allowed to surpass 60 episodes of a show. (icarly has like 100 episodes)

So I went to my cousin's birthday party last week and they were talking about Justin Bieber so I started saying how One Direction is so much better. And they all looked at me like I was cray cray. So I didn't realize how many people don't know about One Direction. So from now on I'm on a mission to inform people about One Direction. So tell your friends, family, people you like, people you don't like. Tell everyone you know.

I've heard that December is Zevie month so make sure to update your stories and write new ones all throughout December. I'm thinking of writing a new story for Zevie Month. Something like Ashley Scarlet and Inkheart's4112 ABC stories (sorry if I didn't mention your story, if you wrote an ABC story that I didn't mention send me the link I'll be happy to read it). What do you guys think? Anyway on to the story. This chapter is a little confusing. Let me know what you think in your reviews. Enjoy!

I don't own How to Rock or the Perfect Chemistry plot

Chapter 7

Zander

A week later I find myself walking out of my second period class as I made my way outside to eat lunch. I saw my friends waving to me so I kissed Molly goodbye and she turned to the gym with her friend Grace and headed to cheerleading practice.

"Hey Zander, over here." Nelson says motioning me over to our table. Today our table consists of Nelson and his friend Kevin Reed. Kevin is from the south side but he and Nelson have found a way around all the rivalry to be friends. Kevin is a pretty good guy he's hilarious and super nice. Molly doesn't really like me hanging out with Kevin since he's dating her rival Kacey, so whenever she's not around all three of us hang out as much as possible.

"You ready for next period, Zander? I swear Stevie Baskara hates you like the plague, man. It's hilarious watching her move her chair as far as possible from you." Kevin says laughing.

"She likes me, trust me. Maybe she wants me but just doesn't know any other way to get my attention" I say sitting down on the bench taking a bite out of my sandwich.

Kevin and Nelson laugh so hard everyone within miles of us turn to stare at us. "There's no way Stevie would get any more than two feet of you on her free will, let alone date you." Nelson says as they explode in more laughter.

"I bet my game boy and my furious pigeons game you can't get her to go on a date with you by Christmas break." Kevin says.

After they say that something inside me clicks on. Call it my defense mechanism. Call it cockiness. Before I can switch it off, I say

"In two months I could have her begging me for a date, if you wanna bet your furious pigeons I'm game." Nelson and Kevin look at each other then give me a look. "You're kidding right," When I don't answer, Nelson frowns. "You serious Zander? but you don't even play furious pigeons."

I smirk at them. They'll back down, they love that game more than each other. "Hanna would love a new game." I say smirking.

"If you lose, we get Brittany," Kevin says, his frown turning into a wicked grin.

Brittany is my prized possession, my first ukelele that I secretly bought without my parents knowing. Kevin and Nelson are the only ones who know about my music. If I lose Brittany I'll die. I looked at Kevin and Nelson and saw that they weren't backing down. I wasn't about to wimp out and back down but I wasn't about to possibly lose Brittany. My face lit up as I thought of a loophole.

"I can't do this bet, I'm already dating Molly I can't cheat on her." I say. Molly and I might not be the perfect couple but I would never cheat on her. "You don't need to actually go on the date with Stevie, you just need to see if she says yes." Nelson says. Soon my cockiness got the best of me and before I knew it I held my hand out while I say, "Fine deal."

"We're going to need proof." Kevin says sipping his pizza soup.

"What do you want me to do? Pluck out a strand of her hair, like a frickin' stalker?" I say throwing my hands in the air

"How would we know it's her's?" Kevin responds.

"Take a picture," Nelson suggests "Or video, we could call it Stevie crosses to the north."

A junior named Paige Crawford walks by us. "Hi Zander," she says flashing me a flirty smile before strutting over to the lunch line. While Nelson and Kevin follow Paige to the line, I think of a plan to make Stevie fall for me. My thoughts were soon interrupted by Kevin and Nelson coming back with a second bowl of pizza soup.

"How can you guys eat that." I say taking a bite of my home-made sandwich.

"I know! They think they can put tomato sauce cheese and pepperoni in a blender and call it pizza, but those cafeteria ladies are as lazy as hell."

"You're grossing me out man." I tell him.

I stare uncomfortably at the food I brought from home. Thanks to Kevin everything looks disgusting.

"Want some Zander." Nelson says with a grin as he scoops a huge spoonful of the soup and waves it above me.

"Get that away from me." I say just as Kevin grabs a spoonful joining in.

"We're so scared." Kevin says laughing.

"I swear if any of it gets on me I'll kill yo—"

I feel something drop on my pants. I look down and see a big blob of pizza soup lands on the crotch of my faded skinny jeans.

"Shoot," Nelson says, his face turning from amusement to shock.

"Want me to clean it off for you?" Kevin volunteers.

"If your hands go anyway near my pants, I'll personally shoot you."

I clean the soup off my pants, leaving a big greasy brown stain. I turn back to my friends. "You guys have ten minutes to get me knew pants before next period." I say angrily. How am I supposed to act like the eternal stud in front of Stevie if it looks like I've peed on myself.

"Here take mine." Kevin says unbuttoning his his jeans in the middle of the school yard.

"I meant get a pair of pants that would fit idiot." I yell rolling my eyes.

It takes Kevin and Nelson about three seconds to start running towards the parking lot.

I don't care what the pants look like as long as I get them by the next class. A wet crotch is not the way to show Stevie I'm the one she wants.

I send a quick text to Hanna telling her to let me know for Kevin or Nelson if they come to the house to get me some pants.

I proofread the text making sure there isn't any terminology that would remind her of the accident. She is very bitter of her injuries and gets very defensive if she's reminded of them. My phone vibrates as I see Hanna's reply "sure :)". A wave of hope comes over me as I think maybe my mom had helped hanna and texted for her, but I push the thought out of my mind knowing it's impossible for her to take a break from the playing tennis with her friends, to help Hanna. I know Hanna's caretaker must have typed her reply for her.

My mom wasn't always like this. Before, her family was her top priority and images didn't matter. All that changed after the accident.

I wait for another ten minutes for my friends, but before I know it the warning bell rings bell rings and either of them are anywhere in sight. Great. Now I have five minutes to get to music class. Gritting my teeth I walk to my class with my books over my placed over the spot. When I finally reach the class—with two minutes to spare— I slide onto the stool as close as I can hiding the stain.

Stevie walks into the room, her chocolate colored curls bounce with every step I take. When she makes her way towards me I wink at her. She huffs and pulls her stool as far away me from.

She slides her beanie off and put it on the corner of the table. I look at her and think of a way to approach her and have a conversation.

"So do you like music." I say awkwardly having no other idea of what to say. She ignores me and shows no emotion on her face.

"Your going to have to talk to me at some point." I urge again.

"Not in this life. There's is no way I will ever have to talk to you." she says as she sneers.

As if on cue Mrs Tomlinson walks into the class.

"From now until the end of the year, you and your partener will start working on an at-home project that will require you to meet outside of school and require a lot of comprimise and communication." She announces.

I look at Stevie and say

"Hey partner."

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