Author's Note: Dun, dun, duh! Hehe, what happens now? Find out! I guess…
Disclaimer: I don't own Lemonade Mouth(I don't know why we have to keep saying this though)
Chapter 12
Olivia's POV
I woke up cold and aching. Where am I? Wait a minute, this place looks familiar. This is my old home!
"Morning sunshine!" I turned to see Ray.
"What do you want? I did nothing wrong! Let me go!" I screamed. Ray winced.
"Wow. They weren't wrong. You have an answer for everything."
"LET ME GO!"
"You are here to meet a special someone," he said slyly. He stepped aside to reveal a man. Who really was in need of a makeover. He looked familiar, very familiar. Suddenly, it dawned on me. He grinned.
"Mornin'! Do you remember me? I have a special treat for you. Hope you like it. It will be...a blackout," he cackled. He threw a wine glass at me. It shattered on my arm and next thing I could see, was black.
Wen's POV
My alarm rang and I rolled out of bed. Ugh. Why am I waking up this early on a weekend again.
~RING!~
"Hello?" I said.
"Guess what?" someone shrieked. My, I have a feeling this is Stella. No one, and I mean no one, can shriek as loud as her.
"Yes?"
"Ray isn't back from his car ride with Olivia yet!"
"So?"
"So! That means they went to her house! Go tell Sydney!" she hung up. Oh yeah! I almost forgot the rescue mission today. I hurried downstairs and told Sydney.
"Go freshen up and I will call your friends to get ready."
Two hours later, we were on our way to Olivia's home. Some of us were in Sydney's car, while the rest followed in Scott's. It was a tiring ride. Everyone was restless.
Sometime later, Stella was shaking me awake. She said we were a block or two from Olivia's house.
"Everyone ready?" she said.
"Yes, but what if we do if we go charging in there? They have guns!" Mo said.
"How about you wait outside and if are not out in five minutes, call the cops." Scott said.
"But I don't want you guys to be in danger!" she wailed.
"Shh! If you keep shouting, they will hear us!" Charlie warned.
"Ok? Mo you are staying here. Everyone else, let's go," Sydney said.
We were standing in front of a modest looking cottage. Sydney rang the doorbell. Not our best move, but we wanted to see if they would answer. Typically, there was none.
"Ok, who wants to kick the door down?" she said. Without bothering for an agreement, Stella went in front of the door and and knocked it down. Revolutionary girls pay off sometimes.
We entered the house, and guess what? We had welcomers. With pistols. TWO, to be exact.
"Welcome to White Headquarters, put your hands up or it will get deadly," said a roughish looking man.