A/N-I DO NOT OWN THE NAKED BROTHERS BAND!

Hey guys!

Well, this will probably be my last update until I get back from my vacation.

You know how I said this is basically the story of what happened to me? Well, like I've also probably said, some of it is fake. I add some stuff in to make it more interesting. So not everything you read actually happen to me. The main plot and some of the events actually happened to me. Some of them, like the main one in this chapter, didn't happen. And other events, are just exaggerated a lot or a little bit. Lol. I hope you like it either way! (:

At school the next day, all I could hear in my head was Nat's words over and over: "If you give up, you'll have lost. How is losing any easier?" But as I walked through the halls that morning, I noticed something. Something weird. Everybody was…glaring at me. And those who weren't glaring were whispering. Or staring. What was going on? Had I done something? I walked up to my locker and a bunch of kids cleared out of my way as if I was something toxic and just one touch could kill. And as I was pulling books out of my locker, I heard some of their whispering.

"Did you hear what happened?"

"I can't believe he did that."

"He's such a backstabber."

"He's so fake."

Was I the 'he' they were talking about? I turned and continued walking down the hallway to my first morning class. More kids whispered, stared, or glared. I walked into my homeroom, hoping the weird looks would let up. They didn't. Instead of walking straight to my seat, I walked over to Juanita. "Hey." It felt like the whole room was watching.

Juanita only stared at me with a frown on her face.

I hated that look. Especially coming from Juanita. What had I done? I hadn't even talked to her enough to say or do something wrong. Before I could say anything else, the bell rang, signaling homeroom had begun. I walked to my seat and slid down, wishing I could just disappear. Now I really wanted to go home.

~NBB~

The whole day, I was glared at, stared at or whispered about. Why was I 'a fake'? Why was I 'a backstabber'? What had I done? When I was walking to lunch, I accidentally bumped into Matt, and when I saw it was him, for the first time, I wanted to talk to him. "Matt, can I ask you something?" I asked.

"I guess so," He said, shrugging.

"Well…are we…okay? Do you like me as a friend?" I suddenly had this urge to ask him. Maybe if he was on my side, he could help me clear up whatever was going on with Juanita and everybody else.

"I don't know. I don't like it when people talk about my friends behind their backs."

I gave him a confused look. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm not stupid, Alex. I heard what you did. I know you've been talking about Juanita behind her back."

What?! So that's what's going on? "What? Who told you that?"

"It doesn't matter where I heard it. It matters that you did it."

"I didn't do it!" I said. "I would never talk about Juanita."

"That's not what I heard Alex." With that, he pushed past me into the lunch line.

I stood there with this terrible feeling in my stomach. I felt frustrated, and angry, and all at once sad. How could Juanita think I was talking about her? Why would I? She's my best friend! If anything, I was talking about her because I was worried about her. It was then that I noticed that people were whispering around me again. I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed through the crowd of kids in the hallway and ran into the bathroom. Oh my God. I really had lost my best friend this time. What was I going to do? I knew Juanita would believe whatever Matt told her. And from that conversation we just had, I don't think Matt will work in my favor. Oh my God. How did this happen? I didn't even do anything. I was just worried about her. And I didn't even talk about her at school! I talked about her at home with Nat. Oh my God. I need to talk to Nat. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. What am I going to do? How am I supposed to survive the rest of the day? And then, all of a sudden, the feeling in my stomach got worse. Much, much worse. Then before I knew it, I was watching as my breakfast reappeared.

…

I was now lying in the nurse's office. She'd asked for my dad's number but when I told her that he was out of town I gave her the closest thing to my dad's number. I gave her Jesse's number. Even though I really wanted to talk to Nat, I knew Jesse was my way home, and possibly to Nat. The feeling in my stomach was still there. It wasn't as bad as it was in the bathroom though. After I threw up, I trudged into the lunch room and over to where one of the teachers who was on "lunch room duty" was sitting and told her what happened. Juanita and Matt were nearby and I could've sworn I saw a worried expression on Juanita's face but the minute I looked over she looked away. Then the teacher walked me to the nurse's office and here I am.

Suddenly someone walked into the office and I sat up quickly.

It was Jesse who gave me a smile and looked over to the nurse. "I'm Jesse Cook. I'm here for Alex."

The nurse had Jesse sign something and then she was able to take me home. As we were walking out of the school, Jesse looked at me. "Are you feeling okay Alex?"

I shrugged.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I want to talk to Nat," I said.

"Well you're going to have to wait until he gets home from school."

I looked down at my feet. This day couldn't get any worse. For the first time in a long time, Jesse took my hand.

"It'll be okay Alex. How about we go home and watch your favorite movie?"

Usually, I'd be all for watching Tony Hawk's Safe Skateboarding Tips. But today, all it did was remind me of the reason I was home. The reason I got sick. The reason everyone was staring, glaring, and whispering. The reason I sit alone at the lunch table. The reason my best friend doesn't talk to me anymore.

~NBB~

Later on that day, while I was trying to watch some cartoon that usually I probably would see as entertaining, Nat walked into the apartment. He looked worriedly at me, looked at Jesse sitting in the kitchen, then back at me. He walked into the kitchen, quietly talked to Jesse, who then left the apartment after saying goodbye, and sat down next to me. "How're you feeling, Alex?"

I shrugged.

"I have a funny feeling that you're not really that sick."

"Juanita hates me," I mumbled.

"Hates you? What are you talking about?"

"Juanita hates me!" I shouted, then immediately regretted it. I could feel the tears in my eyes. "Juanita hates me. Everybody hates me," I mumbled.

"I'm sure that's not true. What happened?"

"Today when I got to school everybody was glaring at me. And some were whispering or staring at me. I heard what they said! 'Did you hear what he did?' 'He's a backstabber.' 'He's a fake.' Don't you know how that makes me feel?" By now tears started making their way down my face, but I didn't even notice.

Nat was still confused. "What did you do?"

"Everyone thinks that I talked bad about Juanita behind her back. Everybody hates me," I repeated.

"Alex, that's not true. You know that's not true."

"It's true. I don't have any friends. My best one hates me."

"Alex, stop talking like that. It's just a huge misunderstanding. Tomorrow you can just go and explain to Juanita that you didn't talk behind her back."

"She won't talk to me when she's alone, and Matt won't let me near her when he's around."

"I'm sorry Alex. But if they don't believe you over someone else, they don't deserve you as a friend. You don't need people like that around."

"But she's my best friend!" I said, as more tears streamed down my face.

"Look, I know it'll be hard. But things will get better. This all will probably blow over in a few weeks anyway."

"You think so?"

"Yeah, now calm down. And don't cry Alex," He said, putting an arm around me. "It'll get better."

I wiped my tears away with my shirt. "You think so?"

"Yeah; so what if none of those kids are smart enough to be your friend? Every day after school it'll be just me and you, and sometimes Rosalina. We'll have way more fun than any of those kids."

"I don't know," I said shrugging again.

"Alex, we're in a world famous band. I think we can have a little more fun."

"Oh my God, the band! I almost totally forgot about it. Don't we have practices?"

"Yes and no," Nat said. "We have practices but I asked Cooper if you and I could skip a few this week."

"Why?"

"Well at least just for today. I think we both deserve a day off."

A/N-Aww, I wish I had an older brother like Nat. Poor Alex though. ):

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