Chapter 13

Olivia's POV

I was still pacing around the room, glancing at the door now and then hoping for Stella to barge in. She knows not to be late; she's normally pretty good about it as well.

Mo put her hand on my shoulder, "Olivia. Stella's probably fine. But, we have to go now. Or, we'll all be late. I'll bring her dress and make-up and stuff in case she comes there."

I sighed, "All right."

We headed out and knocked on the boys' door.

"Guys, we got to go to Don's," Mo called.

Wen and Charlie came out of the room. Wen was wearing dark blue jeans, a purple button down with a black T-shirt underneath, and black chucks. His hair was slightly spiky from a little bit of gel. He looked so cute and his purple shirt complemented my yellow dress perfectly. Charlie was wearing a green T-shirt that said Mel's across it in yellow, black jeans, and black Vans.

Mo squealed, "Oh, you guys look great! Okay, let's go."

We headed downstairs in the elevator and Wen whispered in my ear, "You look beautiful, Liv."

I blushed and held his hand.

"Hey, where's Stell?" Charlie asked, looking around at the group.

"I don't know. She never showed up at the hotel. Hopefully, she'll show up at Don's. She knows better than to miss this. But, I have her stuff with me in case she's running late," Mo informed him.
"I hope nothing happened to her," Charlie said.

We walked the rest of the way to Don's Donuts where we were bombarded by Miss Reznick.

"You guys! Five minutes till dress rehearsal. Great clothes by the way. Get on stage!"

She pushed us up on the podium and we obliged, "All right. Okay…wait a second…Where is Stella?"

We shrugged and I spoke up, "We're not sure Miss Reznick; she never showed up at the hotel. We were hoping that she was already here."

"No. I haven't seen her. That girl is going to cost me my health," Miss Reznick muttered, "Well, we're going to have to rehearse without her and hope she shows up. Turn up the Music is first in the lineup."

Wen let go of my hand and headed behind his keyboard. He put his hands in position of the first chords. Charlie sat down behind his drums, sticks in the air and ready to play. I set myself behind the mike and Mo tuned her bass.

"All right, one, two, ready and go!"

Zeke's POV

Stella and I were walking around Gilroy, hand in hand. We had just left the beach.

Suddenly, Stella turned to me, her eyes wide, "Zeke? What time is it?"

I looked at my phone, "7:20, why?"

"Oh man!" she exclaimed, "My dress rehearsal started 20 minutes ago. And, I was supposed to meet Mo and Olivia to get dressed at 6:40. Sorry, Zeke, I've got to go."

She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, let go of my hand, and began running.

Stella's POV

I sprinted towards Don's Donuts, my hair flying behind me. Oh God, the others and Miss Reznick were going to kill me for being late. Miss Reznick isn't very lenient about tardiness.

I pushed open the door, breathless.

The band was in the middle of Somebody, which, no offense, didn't sound as great without guitar. But, then again, that's my fault for being late.

The song finished and Miss Reznick turned around to tell someone to turn up the amp for Mo's bass and saw me.

"Stella Yamada! Why are you so late?"

"I'm sorry. I lost track of time…my phone ran out of battery and I didn't have a watch. I'm sorry," I apologized quickly.

Miss Reznick shook her head, "You know that's not really an excuse, Stella. But, we've wasted too much time." She turned to the rest of the band, "Five minute break, everyone!"

She turned back to me and pointed to the bathroom, "You go get changed and get on stage ready to work. Mo and Olivia, can you help Stella please?"

They nodded and headed to the bathroom holding endless beauty supplies.

I sighed…make-up…not fun. But, I guess I deserve it because I'm late. I hurried to the bathroom where Mo and Olivia shoved me into a bathroom stall and Mo handed me my dress and some white flats.

"Put it on, no complaints, I know for a fact it looks great on you. Besides, you're late."

"I know, I'm sorry," I apologized again, pulling the dress on.

"Where were you?" Olivia asked.

"I was out with Zeke at the beach," I explained.

"Oh," Olivia said, "You know you could have called us on Zeke's phone. He has our numbers, too."

"I know, I know. I just lost track of time, I'm sorry."

How many, "I'm sorry's" was it going to take for them to let it go.

"I guess I know what you mean," Olivia finally said.

I headed out of the stall and handed Mo my other clothes which she shoved into the garment bag. I glanced at the mirror and did a double take. Whoa, I normally hate dresses, but this one was definitely an exception.

It had a white cinched top with black straps and a black and white rose on one of them. The skirt was black and cut off diagonally in a cool zigzag pattern with some white fabric underneath as well.

"This is so cool, Mo."

"I'm glad you like it," Mo said, her voice muffled because of some bobby pins she was holding in her mouth. She fastened my short hair up with the bobby pins and brushed out my bangs while Olivia started to work on my make-up. They put on thick eyeliner with silver eye shadow, dark pink blush, and a medium pink lipstick.

"Okay, you're good. Let's go." They pulled me outside where Miss Reznick examined me.

"All right, you look great, now get up on stage."

We did as she said and began practicing again, this time with me.

Chapter 13! Yay, and Stella's not hurt or dead or anything! I just felt like making it suspenseful in the last chapter and make you all wonder, "What did Zeke do to Stella?" "Where is she?" "What's going on?" and etc. But, Stella's fine, just running late. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this and please read and review! (I'm going to meet Adam Hicks tomorrow! 3 3)

XOXOXO Bubblelina15