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Chapter 2

The rooftop of Mesa High School was strictly forbidden for both students and staff, so it would make sense for those rebels to use it without any hesitation as opposed to those goody-two-shoes who wouldn't even go near the entrance.

Stella Yamada stopped in her tracks to think about Scott Pickett. She was only about four yards away from the door that led a staircase to the top, but she didn't care.

Was Scott a rebel? Maybe.

Was Scott a person who was constantly hesitant? She didn't know.

Why does Scott want to talk to her all of a sudden, and what is it about? Both answers to these were still left unknown.

"Maybe this is all just a stupid prank..." she whispered under her breath after realizing that the note didn't make much sense. She then laughed as she threw the crumpled paper that held the note and was in her hands in a nearby garbage can. "It's cute how he thinks he can fool me that easily."

Soon enough, Stella headed towards her first class of the day. On the way, she greeted some people who waved at her. It was nice to be occasionally reminded that she did matter in a world full of chaos.

"Mr. Beech, you're late."

Hearing those words made Stella snap her head up to stare at the front of the room. Class only begun ten minutes ago, and already, she was bored. Seeing her number-one mortal enemy getting into trouble was like her extra shot of caffeine to get through the day. She smirked at the sight of the boy's slightly worried expression.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Peyton, but I had to drop my baby sister to our aunt's for the day since our parents are at work. Besides that, Mudslide Crush has a performance today at the fair," Ray told their History teacher as an excuse. Of course, Stella couldn't believe it. Even if it was true, the excuse wasn't very worthy of receiving only a warning.

The teacher had nothing related to respond back. Instead, she pointed towards the empty desk right behind Stella. Knowing what the woman meant, the girl let out a low growl as she slowly hunched down the seat and looked away, suddenly uninterested. "Just go and take your seat behind Ms. Yamada."

Ray smirked as he made his way down the aisle. When he got closer, Stella slyly stuck a foot out in hopes of tripping him. Unfortunately, he saw and stepped right over it. Once he was settled down with his bags on the floor next to him, he kicked the girl's chair forward when the teacher wasn't looking as an aggressive way to say hello.

He leaned over his desk seconds later, still having that smirk. "What's up, Yamada? Did you miss me?" He then jerked her chair again.

"Nope. I still hate you," Stella replied before scooting her desk and seat forward to get away from the boy. She wanted nothing with him anyways.

Ray ignored her. "By the way, did you happen to get a note from Scott this morning?"

This caught Stella's attention for she turned around once the boy asked. How did he know? "Why? Did you?"

The lead vocalist of Mudslide Crush squinted his eyes. He observed her expression to find answers. "I asked you first."

"Why do you suddenly care about—"

"Beech, Yamada! There is no talking in class. Now, what is more important than history that you two clearly need to discuss about?" Ms. Peyton shouted at the guilty teenagers who were just engulfed in a conversation. She looked at them moments later before sighing after receiving no response. "Since none of you want to speak, I'll just let you continue on your so-called urgent conversation since you guys are paired up for a three-week project."

Stella and Ray blurted out simultaneously in an monotonous tone, saying, "What?" Both of them did not expect this type of punishment. Heck, they thought they were just going to get threatened to shut up already.

The teacher flashed a wicked smile. She knew she got them far down to her level. "You are partners... Are there any problems?"

"Yes!" Stella cried out. She then gestured backwards, referring to Ray. "I can't work with him!"

Ray added, "And I can't work with her!"

"Why not? You two seemed to be having a good time together earlier," Ms. Peyton snapped back. This caused others around them to snicker. Who would have thought History class would be so amusing?

"Can't we just get detention?" Stella practically begged. She would do whatever it takes to not be with her number-one mortal enemy in a same room for a long period of time. Just the thought looked quite impossible to occur. Apparently, however, it only took the power of an authorized adult to make it happen. "Look, I'm sorry for talking. I won't do it again. I promise."

"It's all been said and done. You and Ray are partners," the teacher emphasized on the last statement. "Now, I highly suggest you two to start to pay attention unless you want more punishment."

Slouching down in her seat, Stella groaned. "Are there really any more possible that are much worse than this?" she muttered.

"What was that?" Ms. Peyton questioned the girl with one eyebrow raised.

"Nothing..."

Stella Yamada held her anger inside herself until it was lunchtime. She had to save her breath for the proclamation she was going to declare to the whole student body and staff. One way or another, a certain boy was going to wish he wasn't born.

She marched down the intimidating hallway that seemed to never end. Her destination was the cafeteria. There was a particular table that was already claimed to be Lemonade Mouth's, so the rest who were out of the band did not dare to go near it. Though the six members of the sensational group were always generous and welcoming, they had to admit that it was nice to have a place where they wouldn't get mobbed.

Her voice echoed throughout the whole building as everyone stayed silent at the sound of her yelling, "SCOTT PICKETT, YOU ARE GOING TO DIE."

Mohini Banjaree chuckled as she took her seat near their table. She waited for her boyfriend to sit down next to her before asking him, "What did you do this time?"

Scott shrugged and acted cool. "I honestly don't know."

A/N: Oh... What a bad ending to a chapter... Sorry for that... I hope you liked it, though! Please tell me whether it's good or bad. Remember, getting feedback is a way for an author to improve... Of course, I love you all no matter what. Thank you guys for your support! :)