Hey guys, hope you're happy with the quick update. One thing you may not be happy about is where this story is going. I want you to know however that from the very beginning everything I've written and am about to write was my intention. So I really hope that you actually like everything that's happening and keep reading for many more chapters to come.

STELLAS POV

I huffed angrily as I sat on the sofa in Charlie's room. I couldn't believe what he had just done. I couldn't believe that I had let him but what was I supposed to do when he was threatening to tell everyone that I was a lesbian. And it sucks because I shouldn't be bothered by it all. I mean I'm Stella Yamada, the fierce one, the rebel, the loud mouth, and the strong one. It's funny though because right now I don't feel like any of these things.

"So what we pretend to date because you want to make Mo jealous. Are you crazy?" Charlie simply shrugged at my accusation. I couldn't believe him when he told me this. I mean I knew, well everyone knew that he has a huge crush on her, but forcing his friends into helping him win her was just insane, especially considering that she is head over heels for Scott. "It's not going to work" I said "She's not stupid."

"Really, did you not see the look on her face? Ha-ha priceless." I starred at Charlie wondering if I always saw him like this; crazy, cold, manipulative. This is not the clumsy, cute drum player all of America fell in love with.

"You know I could easily tell everyone myself about my sexuality." I stated whilst crossing my arms.

"Yeah but we both know you're not going to do that. We both know that you're scared of what everyone's going to think because I can tell you Stella Yamada everyone's going to hate it. They're going to hate you." I sucked in a breath hearing Charlie's harsh words. My fingers were clenching, almost making my palms bleed. "So…" Charlie continued "You just play along with my little plan and then when Mo realises she's in love with me, we'll forget any of this even happened."

"You're such a bastard."

"Better a bastard then a queer."

"Don't say that" I said standing up "DON'T YOU DARE SAY THAT TO ME!"

"Woohoo and there's the Stella Yamada everybody knows and loves, I was starting to think this lesbian thing was making you all girly." I couldn't take it anymore. I slapped him. Hard.

"Next time you say anything remotely rude about my sexuality I swear to god I will kill you." I felt like steam was coming out of my ears, every inch of me was on fire. "Now I will go along with your stupid plan but trust me when I say this; when everything is done I am out, out of this city and out of Lemonade Mouth."

With that being said I turned away from Charlie, held my head high and stormed proudly out the door trying to tell myself that I still had some dignity left but hearing Charlie's soft laughter as I did so told me otherwise.

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OLIVIA'S POV

"Well what are you two love birds up to?"

"Sydney. Hi." I said quietly, half hidden behind Wen who still hadn't made any attempt to move yet.

"What are you doing here?" Wen blurted out instantly, making me jump. I looked at him carefully, there was something in voice I couldn't pin point. I wondered why he was acting like this, it seemed like him and Sydney worked all of their problems out. I thought Wen, Sydney and Wens father were finally becoming a family.

"Oh I just wanted to come by and see you. Your father says hello by the way." Sydney stretched her long, flawless legs out and I couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated. There was all something about Sydney that I found nerving. I always had the impression that she didn't like me very much and that's what I hate most… when people don't like me.

No one said anything for a while. I kept looking at Wen whom had resulted back to statue mode. Sydney was just lounging on the bed in all her beautiful glory smirking like she was enjoying Wens present state.

"Well I-"

"Olivia could you leave" Wen said rather harshly interrupting me. I looked at him for a second but his gaze didn't leave Sydney. I wasn't really surprised thought; it seemed that whenever she was in the room he was only focused on her. I always told myself that is was because Wen didn't like the idea of her being married to his father.

"Okay" I said quietly "I'll see you later then. Bye Sydney" I waved awkwardly then left without hearing any goodbyes back.

Once I was outside my cell phone started ringing. I looked at the screen and smiled when I the word Home emplaced.

"Hi grandma"

"Hi sweet pea" I smiled hearing my grandma's voice. "How are you?"

"I'm good" I said as I walked down the halls and towards my room. "What about you grandma?"

"Well sweetie good isn't the best word to describe how I'm doing right now." I frowned at my grandmas words as I stepped into my hotel room.

"Why? Is everything okay?"

"No sweetie. There's something I have to tell you." I held my breath. If my cat died I was going to lose it.

"Okay what do you have to tell me?' I asked cautiously.

"It's your father sweetie. He's been let out of prison."

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WENS POV

"So what are you really doing here?" I asked once Olivia left. I felt bad for making her leave like that, but I couldn't risk her seeing or even hearing what was about to happen next.

"I told you I came to see you." She said sweetly crossing a leg over the other. I had to take a breath in; she was wearing a very sexy red dress that showed off all her curves in all the right places. I hated her for a second, she knew this dress will get to me, red is my favourite colour.

"Why?" I asked trying to sound normal.

"Because" she said standing up and walking over to me "You haven't been doing what I have been asking you to do and that is to get rid of all romantic strings with that little pest."

"And the truth comes out" I said raising my arms in the air "You came all this way because you're freaking jealous. Well let me ask you something; do you know it feels knowing that the person you love is married to your fucking father." I yelled angrily rekindling in the hate I felt for my dad. It wasn't fair, I met her first, I did everything with her first. I remember when my dad came home one day going on and on about his new girlfriend, I couldn't believe it when I finally got introduced to her. I almost died right there. For months after that I had tried so hard to get them to break up because she was supposed to be with me. I yelled at my dad, I yelled at my friends I even yelled at my teachers. But nothing worked. I remember asking her why she was doing this to me, but she would just toss her hair and give me that sexy smile of hers and I would forget why I was even angry in the first place.

I felt a little bit bad for having to sneak around with her behind my father's back especially even now that they are married. Married, can you believe it? When my dad told me I almost killed him. Their wedding made me want to vomit. I kept starring at her from behind my dad at the altar. She looked at me as she said every dam line about love and the future. I knew she was talking to me. But if she wanted us to be together as much as I wanted to be with her then why was she even with my father in the first place. Was it to cover up the age difference or to be closer to me? Any of these things which could have been done in a non-marriageable way.

Still through all the heartache and the drama with my father I had stayed with her, listening to her promises of any future we could have had together. But after last night with Olivia I realised something; I could have a future with someone else.

"Don't be like that" she said bringing a hand to my cheek to which I dogged.

"I can't do this anymore." I said quietly avoiding looking at her "not when you're with my father."

There was nothing but silence for a moment then SLAP.

"Grow up!" she yelled "You know I'm only with him for you!"

I glared straight at her whilst rubbing my cheek. "No I don't know that!" I yelled back "Because you've never taken a second to explain it to me! But please i am all ears now, so tell me; why are you with my father?"

She paused for a second "Because your father is a very successful business man. And every year he deposits over three hundred grand, already having over ten million dollars in his bank account."

"So this is all about money?" I asked carefully.

"Just think about it babe, in just a few weeks your dad is signing half of everything he owns over to me. After that I'll leave him and take everything I can and then you and I will live a happy and luxurious life." Her face is so wound up in wonder as if she has everything sussed.

"Sydney, you do understand that I am in a band and I am making enough money to benefit the both of us." I told her carefully.

"That's the thing" she said "I want you to leave the band."

I starred at her for a second wondering if I heard right. "You have got to be kidding me."

"How else am I going to get you away from that little pest?" Oh crap Olivia. How could I forget about her involvement in all of this?

"I don't want you doing anything to hurt Olivia" I said sternly.

She looked hurt for a second "Your defending her now?"

"Yes I am, a lot of things have changed since I last saw you Sid. I really care about her." She didn't reply so I just watched her expression crinkle in what was most likely anger.

"You slept with her didn't you?" I almost choked. I forgot how well she could read me. It's funny I am an amazing actor to everyone but her.

"Yes" was all I said as I anticipated what was going to happen next.

Nothing for a moment then SLAP.

"Ow seriously, twice." I said rubbing my cheek again.

"Was. She. Better. Then .Me."

"Are you seriously asking me that?" she turned her head sharply and shot me a death glare.

"THAT LITTLE BITCH!" she screamed stomping around the room. "She does not get to get away with this"

"Sid calm down I-"

"DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME TO CALM THE FUCK DOWN WEN! I WORK HARD TO MAKE SURE WE HAVE A FUTURE AND IN THE MEAN TIME YOUR OFF FUCKING LITTLE MISS USA!"

I just continued to sit on the bed. I had seen enough of her rampages to know not to say anything. The last rampage she had was after her and my father's wedding, she had yelled at me for not trying to stop it, it's like she tries to make me want to hate her. It's funny though it has the opposite effect.

"Everything's going to okay" at first I thought she was talking to me but then I realised she was saying this to herself, for reassurance or something. She looked up to me, looking calmer than before. "Everything's going to be okay." She said again, this time to me.

"I don't think it is Sid" I said carefully, not wanting her to get angry again.

"It is baby because I forgive you" she said sweetly, a little too sweetly "I'm sorry for being angry, let me make it up to you." She walks towards me then straddles my waist. "Everything's going to be okay" She kisses me and I can't help but wonder if she was saying it to her or me.

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MO'S POV

I let a few tears fall as I angrily make my way back to Scott. Stupid Ray.

I am not going to let him wreck everything I've built. He knows as well as I do that telling Scott the truth will tear us apart. I have a lot of faith in Scott but some things are just too hard for him to handle. That's why I'm going to do everything I can to protect him, even if that means lying to him.

"MO HEY!" I turned around to see who was calling out to me. Charlie is running down the hall to meet me. Great, just what I need right now. "Hey are you okay?" he asks.

"Yeah I'm fine, can't you tell." He frowns at my sarcasm.

"Come on" he says "I'll make you a hot chocolate." I just nod and follow him to his room. I know I should probably tell Scott where I am but he's most likely sleeping and I don't want to disturb him. Besides he's got nothing to worry about with Charlie and me, because Charlie's with Stella now. Stella Yamada; lead guitarist with Charlie Delgado; drummer. It still feels weird thinking about them being together. I can't help but wonder if they are as um 'physical' as Scott and I are.

"So want to talk about it?" Charlie asks as we enter his hotel room. I sit on the kitchen counter as he proceeds to make me a hot chocolate.

"It's nothing really, just the past not staying buried." I said quietly, offering Charlie a 'what can I do' smile.

"Doesn't sound like nothing to me." He says

I shrug "Let's just say the past always has a way of catching up with everyone" Charlie coughed all of a sudden, so I got off the bench to pat his back.

"Are you okay" I asked as he turned around. I couldn't help but notice how close we suddenly were. I immediately took a couple of steps back. Looking up, Charlie was staring intently at me.

"What?" I ask.

He shakes his head and smiles; "Nothing, you just remind me of someone."

"Oh yeah, who?"

"Just, some girl I used to know." He turns away from me and gets back to making the hot chocolate. I don't know why but I want to know more.

"What was her name?"

He doesn't say anything for a second and I wonder if he heard me, finally; "Victoria. Tori for short."

I cringe for a second thinking that he's talking about cute blonde groupie Victoria.

"What was she like?" I ask

He hands me my hot chocolate and I take a sip, "She was funny when you're alone with her, quiet when people are around, caring towards everyone she knew and…beautiful" I blush a bit, remembering that Charlie said I remind him of her. I turn my face away a bit hoping he doesn't notice.

"You talk about her like you haven't seen or talked to her in a while." Charlie's smiles softly.

"You could say that." I frown.

"What happened to her?" I ask questionably, wondering if his stiff posture means I'm pressing the subject.

"She was killed." I almost choke on my hot chocolate. Charlie chuckles a bit but I can see the tears in his eyes. I put my drink down, get up and wrap my arms around him.

"I'm so sorry." I say honestly. Charlie seems like he really loved her, maybe still does.

None of us say anything for a while and instead just embrace the moment. After a while though I realise that this moment probably won't seem too friendly to anyone else so I pull away. Charlie looks hurt for a second but then quickly disguises it. I smile gratefully.

"Anyway" I say "I best be going." I smile awkwardly, wondering why Charlie is making me so nervous all of a sudden.

"Yeah, Stella's supposed to come around so…"

"Oh. Stella's coming around?" Charlie nods his head and I fight the urge to say something.

"Well then I'll leave you two to it." I say rather loudly walking towards the door and trying to hide the feeling of discomfort.

"I'll see you later Mo" he says.

I turn around before I leave trying to maintain the butterflies in my stomach; "Yeah. I'll see you later."

Standing out in the hallway I realised something, something I don't want to give up on, not just yet. I call Ray.

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RAYS POV

I picked a white rose as I waited for Mo in the Hotel gardens. The rose seemed necessary. White for death, white for love, white for the virgin. I smirk. I wonder what Mo will think if I give this too her. Better not, she was never one to accept romantic gestures from anyone but her beloved Scott.

The two of them made me sick. There was a time when I would look at them and smile knowing my best friend had found someone that made him happy. Yes even Ray Beech has feelings. What can I say, Scott was my best friend and I would have done anything for him, but he would do anything for her. That's why he left mudslide crush and that's why, now, I hate him.

I smile wondering how he will react if he finds out about Mo and I. No doubt he would find me and beat me up. But it would be worth it, because his anger would tear the band up, leaving lemonade mouth to nothing. Then I will finally get a chance to prove myself to the world. All of this stuff is just collateral damage.

Of course I'm hoping that to save any damage to my face, Mo will sabotage the band all on her own. If not, then I guess she is the girl I always thought she way; too kind, too caring, too willing to protect her fantasy world. But I have no doubt that if I don't destroy Mo and Scott then something else will.

"Ray" I turned around to find Mo standing me behind me, I dropped the rose behind my back.

"Well hello Momo" I say knowing that she hates that nickname. Her reaction was satisfying, nostrils flared, eyes cringed. "So couldn't get enough of me aye?"

Mo scoffs; "No. I came to tell you this; I'm not going to ruin Lemonade Mouth, we are a family no matter what and not you or anyone else can tear us apart." I blink and take in what she's saying. Guess she is stronger than I think.

"That's not-"

"I'm done." She interrupts me "You can leave whenever you wish." She turns to walk away and I have to restrain myself from grabbing her.

"Well then I guess I'm telling Scott the truth!" I yell after her, claiming my power back. What she says next takes me off guard though.

"No you're not, because I am." She turns and leaves completely.

I look down at the rose that I dropped to the ground. I angrily stomp on it, squishing it into the ground, its juices squeezing out as I do so. I move my foot to look at the result. All that's left is wrinkly, old skims of tissue. I huff in realisation.

White is for death.

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OLIVIAS POV

After hearing the news that my dad was getting out of prison I didn't know how to react, so I sat on the floor for over an hour, starring at nothing, thinking of nothing. But the time came to get up and get on with my life. I wiped my tears away, left my hotel room and walked over to see the person I knew could make me feel better. If Sydney was there then I will tell Wen to come stay with me, truth be told I really don't need anyone's shit right now. I just want to be with Wen.

I wondered how he was going to take the news. He didn't know the details of why my dad's in prison but I know that he senses something really bad went down. I mean why else would someone be in jail for practically ten years.

I wonder if I should tell him the full story. Something though was telling me not to. I don't know why but I feel like telling him would make him think that he wasn't my first, but god help me he was. My dad made me feel sick and ashamed. Wen made me feel things I never even knew I could feel.

And I 'practically loved him' for that.

Of course I wasn't going to hold the things that my father did to me against him. I forgave him, I told him that and I told Mo.

Mo. I really need to talk to her. But that can wait.

I reached Wens room, I could have knocked but I checked the door instead. I smiled, unlocked.

I walked through, my mood instantly lifting.

Walking into the bedroom I almost fainted.

Two naked bodies were asleep, wrapped in a loving embrace.

My heart tore into a million pieces.