A/N: Hey guys! Long time, no see. I feel like I haven't updated Prom Date in forever…oh wait, I haven't. Truth is, I've been really busy with school and all that stuff. I have math homework every day, which is my worst subject-besides PE, of course. And I usually have more than just math, too. Plus every weekend I've been busy so far. I don't remember what the reviews said-it's been a month, but I do know that I admired all of them. I am so glad you guys are enjoying the story and I want to thank you for checking it out!

Perf Power! I don't own How to Rock edition!

Chapter 4: Stevie's promises.

Grace's POV

I skip down the halls happily, my white purse that's over my shoulder swinging along. I hum a happy tune, glad that I haven't run into Molly yet today and I caught a picture of me in Nelson's locker.

"Hi, Grace!" Andy Bartlett says adoringly. Even though he's getting another chance with Stevie, Andy still crushes on every pretty girl.

"Hi, there!" I trill.

I keep on walking, leaving Andy to stare at my red lace dress, that's a matter in fact cut very shortly.

I start humming the song Want U Back by Cher Lloyd. Eventually, I even start singing the lyrics quietly. "Boy you can say anything you want but I don't give a shh no one else can have ya. I want you back, want you back, want you back, I want you want you back UH!"

Just as I'm starting the second verse: "Please, this ain't even jealousy, she ain't got a thing on me, trying to rock them ugly jeans, jeans, jeans." Molly comes up to me and my smile broadens, being naïve of the murderous look Molly was giving me.

"You sound terrible." She admonishes, and my spirit sinks.

"Really?" I say, defeated. "I thought I sounded pretty good."

"Well, you think wrong. You sounded like a dying cow." Molly gives a little snort.

My eyes fill up with tears and even though I know Molly is just insecure and jealous that I sounded good, I can't help but hate myself.

"Never sing again." She tells me sharply.

I nod slowly, fighting the tears that are numbering second by second.

Molly's tone softens. "The world will benefit from it, trust me." She says with fake sympathy as she gives me a pat on the shoulder.

"Look, I need to tell you something." She continues. "It's about the plan."

I gulp. Can't be good.

"You cannot tell anybody. And I mean cannot." She stresses, grabbing me by the arms roughly.

I nod. "But what if"-

"You cannot tell anybody." She nearly screams.

"But what if it's an emergency! Like I really need too!" I squeak nervously.

Molly shoots me a look. "Tell anybody and I'll slit your wrists."She hisses.

I gulp and bite my lip and a few tears start to crowd in my eyes. Molly just threatened me.

"And I mean it." She threatens. "I'll tear you apart and you'll start coughing blood."

I wince at the violence. "Molly…" I whisper with fright.

"Look, Grace, or whatever your name is." She hisses. "I really don't care. Just go kill yourself so you're out of my way."

I'm silent, shocked, and scared to death. Sensing the awkward silence, Molly questions cruelly: "Got it?"

I nod, a single tear falling down my cheek.

"Aww how sweet! She's crying!" Molly says with fake sweetness. "Poor thing." Her voice is full of disdain and sarcasm and she rolls her eyes at me.

"How pathetic." She fake pouts, and gives me a final shove and a final "go kill yourself." before walking away.

I stand there, shocked, and start to sob. My best friend just threatened me.

Stevie's POV

I can't believe that I told everyone I was in love with Zander, when it wasn't even true. Okay, so maybe it was.

So I was in love with Zander, so what? But the band's been treating me like I have the chicken pox and the flu combined. I don't get it. They told me that it was because I never told them and that a romance in the band brings too much drama, that kind of stuff. But Molly has Zander anyways, so does it really matter?

Apparently, it does. "You can't just fall in love with your best friend and not tell anybody." Kacey had told me. "But I didn't really know until now!" I had argued.

I guess that my problems aren't that big of a deal. But I really hate guy drama and I'm scared I'm losing Zander to that witch.

I sit down on our lunch table and stare, amused, at Nelson in front of me, pacing around and muttering words under his breath.

"What'cha doing?' I chime, giggling slightly.

"Oh, nothing." Says Nelson anxiously, turning around rapidly. "Nothing at all. Just, you know, trying to practice my moves before prom." He laughs a little bit, hoping to sound casual.

I roll my eyes. "Oh, right, sure. Exactly what you were doing." I say sarcastically.

"Fine." Nelson sighs. "That's not what I was doing."

"Really?" I gasp, pretending to sound shocked. "I had no idea!"

"Whatever." Nelson mutters.

"So," I say, walking over to him and putting my arm around his shoulders. "What were you really doing?"

Nelson mutters a few words under his breath quietly.

"What?" I say, cupping my year. "I can't hear you."

Nelson sighs. "Look Stevie, if I tell you, you have to promise not to tell anybody."

I nod. "Sure."

"And I mean anybody." He stresses.

I nod again. "Okay, okay Nelson, I got it."

"Promise?" he questions, lifting up his pinky finger.

"Promise." I agree, hooking my pinky finger with his.

"Soo?" I prod.

Nelson takes a deep breath. "Okay, I was, uh, planning to ask out Grace and uh, I'm, um, not sure, um uh, how." He admits sheepishly.

"Awww!" I exclaim. "That is so sweet!" What a darling you are, Nelly!"

Nelson blushes a little. "But could you, uh, maybe, um, help me? Ask her out, I mean." He asks nervously.

I chuckle. "Anything you want. You guys are too adorable. You need a couple name." I ponder for a new moments, and then snap my fingers suddenly. "Oh, I got it! Grelson!" I exclaim.

"Who are you, Kacey?" Nelson says, and I blush. "Anyways, thanks for helping, Steves. It really means a lot."

"Aww no problem, Nelly." I say happily. "But maybe I'm not the best person to ask. I'm not exactly the girl expert." I add.

Nelson shakes his head. "No." he tells me. "You're just perfect."

I smile at him, then realize it's about time for next class to start. "Got to go, Nelly." I tell him, grabbing my bag. "See you later."

"See you." Nelson says, and waves.

I wave back as I head towards next class.

{Later, free period, still Stevie's POV}

As I'm sitting in the band room, doing my math homework, a pretty blonde dressed to impress hesitantly walks in.

"Um, Stevie?" she asks. "Can I talk to you?"

I nod. "Sure."

I have no idea why little miss Perfy wants to talk to me, but I slide over on the couch to make room for her anyways. I pat the couch encouragingly.

Grace hesitantly sits down, careful not to wrinkle her dress. I try not to roll my eyes, since it's not Grace's fault Molly is so prissy about these things.

Grace is obviously nervous by the she keeps biting her lip and picking at her fingernails which are painted a bright shade of fire engine red.

"So….." I prod. "You came here to talk to me?"

"Yep." Grace answers nervously.

"Look, I'm not going to bite you or anything." I tell her. I sigh, realizing she still looks like a deer in headlights. "Come on, you can tell me!" I encourage.

Grace takes a big deep breath, and I realize she's finally going to cave in and tell me.

"Someone has been giving me death threats." She says, looking me straight in the eyes.

I raise an eyebrow. Someone has been threatening….Grace? Grace, of all people. Grace was such a sweet, kind, and genuine girl, and even though she was a Perf, it was hard to imagine anyone threatening her. Plus she was so naïve and innocent, who would do such a thing?

Time to get your Sherlock on, Stevie. I tell myself. I take a deep breath and interrogate: "And who exactly has been sending these threats, Grace?" I ask her.

Grace shakes a little bit, and moves one hand gracefully to her eyes, wiping away a few stray tears. "It's Molly." She states simply. "Molly Garfunkel." She adds, seeing my puzzled expression.

I widen my eyes. Whoa. Molly Garfunkel has been threatening Grace King. Aren't they supposed to be best friends? And why on earth would Molly be threatening Grace? I knew Molly was mean, but more in a prissy and snotty way than threatening people. I knew she was a snob, but not downright cruel!

"Stevie," Grace says sternly, breaking me out of my thoughts. "You cannot tell anyone, especially not Nelson."

"Why not Nelson?" I ask. I was planning on telling Nelson, because he would want to know because he's in love with Grace that she was being threatened, by her own best friend for Heaven's sake. And if Grace is being threatened, shouldn't we tell an adult?

"Because I don't want him worrying about me. I don't him thinking I'm weak and helpless." She explains. "I'm fine the way I am."

I nod. I guess she has a point, but we should really tell somebody. I'm not really comfortable with just leaving it between the two of us.

"That's a good point Grace, but I think that if you're being threatened we should tell an adult." I tell her.

"Please." Grace pleads, tears in her eyes. "Just please keep this between the two of us.

There's a silence for a while as I think about it.

"Promise?" Grace asks plead fully.

I sigh, not sure if I should accept or not. "Promise." I say finally.

"Thank you!" Grace exclaims, giving me a huge hug and squeezing me tightly. "Stevie, you are the best!"

I mutter a "You're welcome." And Grace flounces out, back to the regal Perf she usually was instead of the vulnerable mouse she was a few seconds ago.

Once she's out of the room, I wonder Grace even came to me anyways. We're not even friends!

I slam my head against the couch, closing my eyes, exhausted. I feel sort of like Nancy Drew, what with this case of Grace being threatened by Molly, her supposed best friend. Or the reason that we're not even really friends, that just a second ago she calling me Loserberry and now she wants me to keep a secret that she's being threatened. And that promise with Nelson, about helping him try to ask out Grace. And there's the whole Zander problem and Molly mess and the fact that I have to take Andy Bartlett to the dance next Friday.

I sigh.

Why does life have to be so complicated?