Olivia's POV

"You're staring..." Mo, my best friend, says, staring at me with her know-it-all look.

"I'm not staring!" I say defensively, blushing and looking down at my lunch.

"Yeah. Not staring. Not. At. All." Mo says, shoving a piece of lettuce in her mouth.

I stayed silent, but groaned inwardly as I noticed Scott coming towards us. It wasn't really Scott that bothered me, it was Ray, Scott's best friend.

With his cocky attitude and an ego bigger than the world... I don't understand how Scott could stand him. They were complete opposites after all.

Ray was holding onto a lunch tray, while Scott held onto a sack lunch.

"Hey." Scott says to Mo, then nods at me.

Mo looks like she could faint. I smile. It was probably nice to know you have someone that cares about you as much as you care for them.

"No, you're not staring. Not. At. All." I mutter to Mo, smirking.

I walk to my locker, taking the long way around because I couldn't risk being seen by Wen. God, Wen...

I look into my locker dreamily, thinking about a certain someone...

The bell snapped me out of my thoughts. Shaking my head, I grab my things, and walk to the class, and.. Bumped into Mr. Hot and Sexy.

"I'm sorry..." I say, looking down on the floor.

"Nah. It's okay. I probably crashed into you." He says, taking my books off the floor and giving them to me with a heart stopping boyish smile on his face.

I died.

"Thanks..." I say, trying not to stutter.

I walk away slowly, still not believing what just happened. Wow. I sound pathetic. Was I really that in love with him that crashing into him made me all weak like this?

"Hey! Olivia!" Wen says, yelling so I could hear him.

I turn around, confusion evident on my face.

"See you later?" He says in the form of a question, smiling at me hopefully.

I turn back around, this time unable to keep the smile off my face. I walked to the classroom with a skip in my step, most probably looking like I came from cloud 9.

"Ahhh... Young love..." Ray says, making his voice high pitched and squeaky- looking like he was in love.

"Shut up..." I mutter, smacking him -lightly- with my notebook.

Whenever Ray wasn't like his usual cocky, egotistical self, he was a girl's dream of a best friend.

"Looks like Livy likes someone!" Ray teases, hitting me lightly on the shoulder.

"Why am I even friends with you?" I say, staring at the ceiling in fake exasperation.

"Because you love me!" Ray says, wiggling his eyes brows, emphasizing the word love.

"Yeah. That's it." I retort sarcastically.

"Hurt, Livy. I'm hurt." Ray says, dramatically putting a hand over his heart.

The teacher came in then, and, after taking roll, ushered us all out of the classroom and into the auditorium.

Our class sat on the third row, and covered half of the fourth. I immediately looked around for Mo, Ray doing the same thing, but looking for Scott.

I found them sitting together and rolled my eyes. They were doing that weird couple talk- talking in low voices, giggling (mostly coming from Mo), and the occasional knowing look.

I point towards them to Ray, and, he too rolls his eyes. We were both annoyed whenever they did that couple... talk... thingy.

We both sat down, as the music teacher made her way up to the stage.

"Hello...? This thing on?" She taps the mic, causing us all to go deaf, or at least stagger back into our seats. "So, you are all called here today because you are all going to take part in a singing competition. Your groups are already assigned, and the winners of the competition will get to perform on a big venue, and each person in the group will receive a new computer!" She continues, clapping her hands in excitement.

She called each of us, our group coming up and performing a song.

I was called on the 10th group.

"Group 10." Miss Reznik's voice blares though the speakers. "Stella Yamada, Charlie Delgado, Mo Banjaree, Olivia White, and... Wen Gifford."

I walked to the stage slowly, my nerves kicking in...

I frowned in disappointment, Wen had the piano, Mo had the bass guitar, Stella had the other bass guitar, and Charlie got the drums. So, that left me with the... Mic? No way. No. Effing. Way.

Mo nods at me, giving me a small, scared smile, but then focused on her guitar. It was a chain reaction. Someone started a beat, another person added on, another person added on, and then another person joined. Basically, the music was there, and I was standing in the middle of the stage, staring at the crowd with wide eyes.

I suddenly had a rush of confidence, and walked up to the mic, starting to sing.

"Take a look around,

Who'd have thought we'd all be here?

So let's mess around..

Cause the future is unclear..."

I LOVE YOU RANDOM CITIZEN.

Hey :D

Sorry for the late update- for the VERY late update, actually. That's what this is called, right? An update? Oh well...

Hope you like it! I'm sorry if it's horrible, writer's block loves me right now..