So….It's been a while since I last published a story on FanFiction. But do not fret! Here's a new story! Enjoy!

"Narcissistic asshole!"

"Overconfident bitch!"

"Arrogant bastard!"

"Good-for-nothing!"

The argument between Stella Yamada and Ray Beech was nothing short of what everyone expected: loud and obnoxious. Half the school was gathered around the two in a crowded circle, listening to them argue. Their arguments were never tiring to other people; in fact, those people enjoyed listening to them rant and calling each other obscene names. The only people tired of Stella and Ray arguing, were their respective groups of friends.

Lemonade Mouth sat about two tables away from the crowd of teenagers, looking as if they were just trying to enjoy their lunch and not partake in complaining about the two's obnoxious screaming matches they had to listen to every day. The jocks and Mudslide Crush, however, were sitting much farther away from the crowd, roughhousing like they didn't even know what was going on in the world around them.

Mo slid over closer to Olivia, who was particularly enjoying her grandmother's macaroni salad. Wen was trying to trade an apple for Charlie's bag of Oreos, but Charlie didn't budge, trying to shove as many in his mouth as he could before Wen stole the bag of delectable chocolate sandwich cookies. Suddenly, Mo's phone buzzed in her pants pocket, making her jump up from her seat slightly. She pulled it out and opened a text from Scott.

From: Scott

Wanna get outta here? I'm tired of listening to those 2 argue.

To: Scott

From: Mo

U read my mind ;)

She stood up from her table, giving a quick goodbye to her friends before walking over to the jocks' usual table.

"Hey Mo," her boyfriend greeted her, lightly kissing her on the cheek. "I haven't seen you since Friday. Why haven't you called?"

"Well, I was really busy this weekend, you know, with the band, and plus, my dad still hasn't completely grasped the fact that I'm dating you," she replied, adjusting her bag on her shoulder.

"Ah," he said. "Now seems like a good time to catch up on two days worth of alone time, isn't it?"

"Couldn't have said it better myself," she said, intertwining her fingers with his own. They started to walk out of the cafeteria, but when the couple reached the exit, they heard a loud SMACK; skin against skin. Everyone heard it and went silent, even the jocks. That wasn't a good sign. Mo let go of Scott's hand and ran towards the crowd, pushing bodies out of the way to get to Stella. Stella's going to get in some serious trouble for this, she thought. She finally reached her friend, but something seemed out of place. When she looked around, she saw Stella on the ground, holding her hand to her mouth and crying. The revolutionary lead guitarist of Lemonade Mouth never cried—in public at least—so it was definitely a shock to everyone. Then Mo saw Ray, standing above Stella, eyes filled with no emotion whatsoever.

"Stella, are you okay?" Mo asked the girl frantically, kneeling on the ground next to her. Stella's brown eyes were filled with pain and extreme anger at her assailant. She shook her head slightly, removing her hand from her mouth. Her bottom lip was covered in blood, as was half of her palm. "Oh my goodness," Mo panted under her breath. "Guys, you might want to look at this!" Instantly, Olivia, Wen, Scott, and Charlie ran over to the two girls. Everyone's eyes widened in shock.

"Oh my God," Charlie muttered under his breath.

"Is she okay?" Olivia whimpered, latching on to Wen.

"I'm not sure, Liv," Wen replied softly, letting her bury her head in his shoulder. Meanwhile, Scott marched over to Ray, an angry look in his brown eyes.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Scott screamed at his friend. Ray opened his mouth to respond, but Scott cut him off. "No, I already know: nothing. You can't hit a girl, especially Stella!" Ray's blue eyes remained glassy and emotionless. "Do you even care that you hurt her? You drew blood! I swear to God, Ray, you've done a lot of stupid things, but this…this is just unbelievable. This is beyond help. An apology won't make up for this now." Scott stomped away, about ready to hit the next person that asked if he was okay. Ray just stood there, staring at Stella, who looked just about as helpless as an infant. Her friends tried to help her off the ground, and Charlie pulled a Kleenex out of his pocket and handed it to Stella, who held it to her bleeding lip. Then, he walked over to the group, getting everyone to glare.

"What do you want, Ray?" Mo asked him, her obsidian eyes flashing anger at the sight of him.

"She needs a doctor," Ray stated.

"Yeah, which is why we're taking her to the emergency room," Wen replied angrily.

"I'll take her," Ray offered.

"No, you've already caused me enough pain today," Stella tried to say strongly, but her voice cracked on the last few words.

"Yeah, the last thing she needs to see is your face," Mo remarked. "I'm going to have Scott drive her to the hospital." The Indian girl narrowed her eyes at Ray. "You're going to get in some serious trouble for this." By that time, the crowd had scattered. The group walked over to Scott, who was standing by the front door. Ray watched the entire thing. Scott led Stella to his car, and they sped away to the hospital.

Ray was still in disbelief over what he'd done. In just the past ten minutes, he managed to give Stella Yamada, spitfire, legendary lead guitarist of Lemonade Mouth, and revolutionary, a severely split lip. He also made her cry, which he never saw from her before and made him realize how bad he screwed up. Then, he realized something else: this was going to take a lot more than just an 'I'm sorry'. He needed to go far beyond that. And he knew just how to do it.

Ray drove all over town, picking up flowers and chocolates at various stores. They were cliché, of course, but it least it showed that he cared. At about one P.M., he pulled up to the St. Mary's Medical Center in his black Dodge Charger. Grabbing the roses and chocolates out of the trunk of his car, he walked up to the front entrance, entering the waiting room to the ER. He walked up to the front desk, where a pretty blonde nurse was standing, reading from a patient's file. Ray tried to clear his throat to get the nurse's attention. She walked over and greeted him with a tired smile.

"Can I help you?" the woman asked.

"Yeah, I'm looking for Stella Yamada. These are for her," he explained, holding the items up.

"Are you her boyfriend?" the nurse asked curiously, making his cheeks blush slightly. But he kept his cool.

"I'm just a friend," he lied smoothly. The nurse typed for a few moments on the computer, and then looked back up at him.

"Miss Yamada is in exam room five," she said.

"Thanks," he replied, and walked through the door to the examination rooms. His eyes scanned for number five, then spotted it. In case the doctor was in the middle of something with her, he tried to enter as quietly as possible. Fortunately, she was alone. When she spotted Ray, her eyes lit up with anger, just like an hour earlier, but her eyes were redder and more sunken in. "Hey, Yamada."

"What do you want?" she asked him angrily, sitting on the exam table. "The doctor just got done with the stitches two seconds ago. See?" She pointed to the black thread that was visible in her lip.

"How many did you need?"

"Why should I tell you? You're just probably here to make fun of me for getting them," she ranted, turning away from him and crossing her arms.

"Okay, first, Yamada, don't jump to conclusions. Second, I came here to give you these," he replied, holding out the flowers and chocolates. She turned her head towards him, her eyes widening at the sight. She stood up from the table.

"Y-y-you got these…for me?" she stuttered, pointing at herself.

"Yeah. I figured that you might want these, as you know, a way of me saying…" he gulped, "I'm sorry." His eyes sparkled with a sincerity that she never witnessed before. But her expression went stoic, and she turned away from him again.

"You can't buy me with roses and chocolates, Beech," she stated, crossing her arms again. He came up to her, only inches from her face.

"Oh?" he said. She felt his hot breath on her face, but didn't move. Somehow, she was starting to enjoy his closeness.

"Yeah," she whispered, refusing to shrink back. He set the items on the counter behind him without moving his eyes from Stella.

"Will this change your mind?" he whispered huskily, sending shivers throughout her body. His hand gently stroked her hair, and then it wandered to the bare skin of the back of her neck. His touch gave her goosebumps, but she didn't pull away. Ray's other hand wandered to the small of her back and pulled her closer. Stella very much enjoyed this intimacy between them.

"Be careful. It still hurts," Stella whispered to him, her hands latching onto his broad shoulders.

"Trust me," he whispered back. She relaxed a bit and leaned onto the edge of the exam table. He leaned closer, closing his eyes in the process. She closed her eyes as well, letting Ray find his way. Soon, their lips met in a gentle, soft kiss that sent sparks flying. Stella's lip became sore, but she didn't care about anything other than the lips on hers at the moment. Adrenaline coursed through her body when Ray parted her lips and gently lent his tongue in her mouth. She moaned quietly and began to tangle her fingers in his blonde hair. Her bangs must've gotten in the way, because then she felt Ray's hand brush hair out of her face. Then, her tongue entered his mouth, and the kiss became more heated.

His lips were starting to become hungrier and fiercer as it continued. She pulled away slightly from his lips and he started to make a little trail of kisses on her jaw, which made a small growl escape her lips. He continued down the base of her jaw and kissed her neck gently. Then, he kissed her neck in the same spot several times, each time more animalistic and fierce. Stella let out a loud moan when Ray sucked on her skin, leaving a fairly large mark on her neck. He pulled away and stood back up, looking her in the eyes.

"There. Now you're mine," he whispered to her. The mark started to turn brown and purple, now classifying it as a hickey. In return, Stella leaned forward and sucked on the skin of his neck, leaving the same mark on him.

"Now they match," she joked. He stepped away from her, leaning against the counter. Just then, the doctor walked in the room, holding what looked like a bottle of pills.

"Hello, Miss Yamada," the doctor greeted her, not seeming to notice Ray. He handed her the bottle of pills and stepped away slightly. "These are the pain pills that you'll need. You need to take two a day for the next week to reduce the pain. Other than that, you'll be fine." Then, he noticed the bruise on her neck. "Oh, you have a bruise on your neck. Would you like me to examine that for you?" She quickly covered up the spot with her hand.

"No, no, it's fine. I'll live," Stella replied, and the doctor backed away.

"Okay. Good enough for me. See you next week, Miss Yamada," the doctor said. She grabbed her sweatshirt from the hook by the door.

"Thank you, Dr. Rena," Stella said, exiting the room with Ray in tow, who was holding the flowers and chocolates. She slipped the sweatshirt over her head, hiding the hickey. "You can just throw the flowers away. But I want the chocolate," she told Ray, chuckling. He dumped the roses in the nearest trash bin and they exited the hospital hand in hand.

Nobody was going to believe this.

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