I don't own How to Rock in any shape or form. All rights go to Nickelodeon.

My first attempt on Zevie. I've recently started watching the series and loved the couple.

Rated T for a reason. You've been warned.

So, enjoy:

How to Rock a Tomboy

Stevie can't control her feelings around Justin Cole. Her minor crush is altering to a swift passion. But when Zander notices Stevie's affection to Justin, he'll do everything it takes to keep her safe. But what if Justin is harming Stevie and asserting her against her morals? Will Stevie finally get a grasp of reality and stop living in denial? Or will she push Gravity 5 away to be with the one she's strictly adored?

Chapter 1: Princess in the tales

There he was. The most stunning boy that ever grabbed a gasp of existence was sitting in front of her. The back of his neckline was shaven to faultlessness, conferenced to the ending of his hair immaculately. For some inexplicable reason, the discussion of supplementary lines and what not hadn't caught her attention nor her interest. The monotone geometry teacher blabbed about the notes scribbled messily onto the blackboard, the one's she's already written down, yet toned his slaughterer voice out.

Stevie, however, knew she shouldn't criticize too much. What, with her grades slipping through her fingertips, she should have probably be taking the information to study for later.

Deciding against it, the chestnut haired girl rested her elbow on the rough desk, relaxing her hand on her palm, she gawked at the back of Justin Cole's striking head. His hair was masked to precision. She could picture his sunny, avocado shaded, (much like a grassy meadow, she thinks) eyes scan over the notes with either misunderstanding, or inattentiveness. She couldn't quiet decided.

Stevie

I gawked at the back of his cranium as he sat there wilting in his seat, perceptibly not paying courtesy to a distinct word the teacher was comprehending. With an uninterested sigh, he traversed his arms over his chest while turning his head to talk to his friend, Bobby, whom was sitting to his left.

Bobby was new-… ish. He was much like Justin, in a way. He was rich, but not as wealthy as Justin. He was cute. But nothing likened to the blonde chatting beside him.

I only caught on half of the discussion, "I heard Shelby Cotton's single now. You thinkin' about hitting that?" asked Bobby, sneering.

I nearly grimaced, had I not been behind Justin. I look down at my notes, hiding the obvious fact of eavesdropping. I scribble in my entire o's in the extended length of notes I took previously. I inched in my seat a bit closer to the desk, listening carefully, but not too noticeably.

"Nah. I'm kind of crushing on someone else," he shrugs.

I look up from my spiral; nonetheless my skull is still casted downwards. My eyes travel to Justin's back. His teal shirt looks so soft; I bite my lip from feeling it.

He chuckles silently, yet still a bit nastily "who? Dude you've liked Shelby Marcus for over a week."

I raise my brows, and look back down at my notes.

An entire week, huh, must be a new record?

He shifts in his seat, "you don't know her… She's in this new band," he shrugs, and I can feel my throat tighten because for some senseless motive all I can think about is his judgments seeing me. "She's cool."

"Invite her to my party this weekend," he chuckles half- heartedly, "so you can finally get it in."

My hands abruptly shiver pugnaciously. I look at my palms, confused. What was happening to me? I've never had it this bad for a boy I've liked in my life. My hormones were on high alert and all I wanted was to kiss Justin Cole hard on his lips. Is that so much to ask?

Justin sighs and leans back in his seat. I can smell his Hugo Boss cologne and nearly die of amorousness. "I doubt she'd go for it. She and her friends are pretty close… I'd have to invite all of them."

"Dude, whoever it is, she must be hot. Invite her friends, maybe I can be part of the action with her friends." He wiggles his eyebrows and I'm suddenly nauseated by Bobby Gondolas.

"I doubt it," is all he says.

How to Rock

I cussed below my breath at the mass of iron standing before me. I couldn't express how I was repugnance towards my locker. I swear it can be such an agony in the ass occasionally trying to get the thing to open. I don't worry too much, for lunch is right around the corner, but I was anxious that all the decent lunch would be selected over, and the rejects would be on my tray.

I yank on my hair after attempting the combination for nearly the tenth time. I grew irritated and instigated myself to kick pugnaciously at it. Not that it would actually do anything of course, except to my peers hiking by to give me disordered expressions as if I having some kind of a mental breakdown. Not that I actually took an interest in what they thought towards me.

After about a minute or so of simply banging on the thing, I gave up and scowled at it, sighing and gripping my bag tighter underneath my fingernails.

"Why won't you open?" I mutter towards myself.

"Having trouble?" An entertained speech questioned from behind me.

Female. Preppy, disordered, welcoming yet still filled with laughter haunted her voice that could have only belonged to:

Kacey Simon.

I turned around to gaze at my intruder and originated out that my forecast was precise. Kacey is one of my neighboring friends at school. Sad, I distinguish, but it's a fact. The majority of the kids in school doesn't truly care to speak to me or even recognize that I am there. I presume it's since I wasn't a traditional preppy girl with a high toned shrill speech like all the other girls here at Brewster High. The way the greatest amount of the student body saw it was that if you weren't like them, than you were categorized as tedious and nonentity, no one will famine to chat to you

I frown, "It's my stupid locker. All it's useful for is to get stuck," I turn my heels and sigh when I'm faced with the blue melted that has yet to open, "and to make me furious."

Kacey chuckles inwardly, and walks past me towards my locker. She peers over her shoulder and with a toothy grin she replies, "I got this."

She's wearing a strapless red dress that ends at her high thigh. If I could count on my hand on how many guys checked her out, wolf hooted at her, winked, gave her their phone number, or asked her out, I would have grown a total of two hands and three fingers. Not counting the two I already own.

Kacey 's main goal was to get the attention of the Drew Henderson. He was on the basketball team and, last year, took the team to state. I thought the very thought of Kacey's plan was preposterous and a bit desperate. She requested me over yesterday night, going through each outfit in her closet to try to magnet some attention. I voiced to her 'yes' to all the ones she tried on while flipping through a magazine I could find.

Kacey soon caught on that I wasn't too absorbed and expressed to me that she'd go to the mall later, while I was already a step out the door, and on my way home.

Kacey gave it two firm strikes with her fist producing it to open with ease. "Tad da!" she sings, stepping out the way and showing the locker off as if it she were an assistant for a magician. She might as well be, because on some days I couldn't even get the combination lock to twirl.

I gaped at her work, and took a step towards my locker. "How did you-?"

"When I left the perfs they kicked me out of their locker zone. I got a new one and it could possibly be the worst in the school." She rolls her eyes dramatically, "So I pretty much know how to open them now- well, with Kevin's help." She shrugs.

"Locker zone?" I question, eyeing her.

She shrugs, "it was on the corner. The janitors were bribed to paint it pink," she raises her brows indicating that the perfs were hyped. I simply mouth 'wow' and grab my chemistry book while flinging my geometry book inside. I close it, and strut with Kacie in the direction of the lunch area. "So…" she elbows me in my ribs.

I raise my brows, "so?"

She huffs and rolls her eyes, "did you get the invite to Bobby's party?"

I stop in my tracks and glare at her. "Why, did you?"

She nods and pulls out, surly enough, a green envelope. She waved it in the air, "yeah."

I frowned. "No."

"…oh," she looks down and seats the note back into her purse. She shrugs, "I couldn't go anyway." She begins walking. I follow, "my mom had a…" she considers of an explanation and I simply give her a look of disapproval. "Um… a… family night, yeah." She chuckles anxiously, "we have them every Saturday night." She waves off, as if I were previously supposed to distinguish the facts.

"What about Justin's party?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest, raising my brows.

She eyes me, "what about it?" she says apprehensively.

I grin, knowing I wedged her in a angle. "It was on a Saturday night, Kacey."

She snaps her fingers, "oh yeah. You know my mom was out of town so-"

"Kacey spare me the sob story and tell me upfront. Do you want to go to Bobby's party or not?"

She reasons it over. Blinking several times, then pouting to herself, then sighing, then drumming her jaw with her bloodshot fingernails. We arrive to the lunchroom, and to my displeasure with all the enchanting burrito's bowed to just emotionless beans, tough tortilla enfolded like a taco, and slushy cheese that I wonder is even edible.

Once our seats are taken, Kacey scratches her head before speaking, "I would like to go… but Stevie, you're my best friend and I would rather go to the fair than be at Bobby's party."

"Bobby's having a party?" Kevin asks, scanning the cafeteria as if he were sitting close by.

Kacey sighs, "none of you got invited?"

"The last party, besides Justin's, I got invited to was Chandler Spencer's birthday party at the roller-skating rink," replies Nelson with a hair flip.

Kacey shrugs, "that's not so bad."

"I was in fourth grade, and Chase Fisher threw up in my hair," he says pointing to the top of his hair with a revolted expression on his expression.

Kacey grimaces, "eeeh," she voices. "Okay, so the fair it is?" she claps her hands together.

"Wait, hold on. I got invited to Bobby's party," Zander pipes up, shrugging.

"You?" Kevin asks.

He raises his brows, "don't tint yourself. I have a social life outside of Gravity 5-" he's cut off by their laughter.

"Who, Andy?" Kevin asks while chuckling.

He glares, "ha-ha-ha, drummer boy's got jokes," Zander replies sarcastically. He rolls his eyes. "Seriously," he grins, "I'm thinkin' about asking Shelby."

My ears perk up and I glance at Zander, "Cotton?" He shoots me a muddled look, and I roll my eyes, "Shelby Cotton?"

He nods, "yeah?" he stretches the central of his term.

I nod, sensing my eyes growing heavier. Either I needed to rest my eyes, or I had the unexpected erg to… cry.

It was peculiar actually. I wasn't the envious type, especially towards an adolescent that the entire boy population adored. Particularly one Zander relished.

"What?" he asks.

I look up at him and almost blush. I must have looked so stupid, "Nothing."

He blinks, but doesn't question it. "Hey guys," the voice startles me. I jump slightly, and turn in my seat to see Justin Cole grinning from ear to ear.

Believe me when I tell you, Justing Cole is the hottest guy to have ever walked the face of the earth. I swear he is unconditionally just stunning. He's tall, perhaps only an inch or two diminutive of a foot taller than I am. He has dirty blond hair that looks far better up close than across the lunch room. He owns stunning avocado shaded eyes that are so incredibly detailed it's as if you were being hypnotized by his very senses.

One thing I've always noticed after gawking at him all the time was that he usually wore a gray or short sleeved shirt that's collar is cut into a deep 'v' showing off his collar bone. Along with that, today, he wore a teal faded shirt that looks so loose on him it was as if ironed it two periods ago, alongside with baggy black pants with a leather belt. Numerous leather wristbands were on his right wrist, while a watch was placed on his left.

I blinked, reddened, and twisted back into my seat and ducked my head. My stomach roils, and I feel as if I were going to throw up all over my half folded, taciturn, solid, barely edible burrito.

"I just wanted to ask if you guys were going to Bobby's party?" he asks, and I sense even viler.

Kacey sighs, "no. I'm not leaving my friends out." She shrugs, "if they can't come, I'm not going."

Kevin smiles warmly at her, "thanks Kacey. You're a good friend."

"That's too bad… Bobby told me I could invite some cool people and I was thinking about asking you guys."

I was out of words. Was Justin really asking us to Bobby's party? Am I dreaming? In what parallel universe is this happening in?

"Well, no need getting me an invitation, Justin," Zander stands and flashes the card, fanning himself off while placing his hand on Justin's shoulder and staring off in the distance. I glance back, but quickly look away when Justin's meets my eyes. "I was already invited," Zander boasts.

Justin smirks, "noted."

Zander simply blinks, and sits back down beside Stevie. "So, what do you say? Three tickets to Bobby's party?" he asks.

Kacey looks at Kevin, and Kevin shrugs. "It could be fun. Your party was cool," he nods towards Justin. "So I guess I could swing by."

"I don't know…" Nelson looks down, twirling his thumbs. "Will… Grace be there?"

Justin shrugs, "yeah I guess-"

"S-sure. I mean," Nelson squeals. He quickly clears his throat, stiffens and raises his chest, and flips his hair. His voice abruptly drops when he says slickly, "I guess I could stop by for a little while."

Justin chuckles, "alright."

It's then I feel the two bites of my burrito rise in my throat. I felt awful. My migraine wasn't helping the situation, and Justin Cole was standing about five inches away from my back. "How 'bout you, Stevie?" he says sweetly.

My name in his mouth. It felt so right. The way he said with such ease. The way his tone brightened at my name. Now I really needed to get sick.

I turned and beamed at him, pretending that I wasn't paying attention to a expression that had been said. "What?" I say, trying my toughest to look as attractive as I perchance could. I flutter my mascaraed eyelashes, trying to imitate Molly.

What is this? Changing myself to be liked by a boy? To try and be like Molly?

He smiles at me, looking down. "Would you like to be my date at Bobby's Gonzales' part this Saturday night?"

I wanted to throw up: to empty my stomach and my mind. I was a nobody. I was what Molly and Grace labeled me, a loser. Next to Kacey Simon, I was even more invisible than I ever was before Gravity 5 or even before Gravity 4. I've never allowed their side comments to get to me, until now. Justin Cole asked me on a date.

I chewed on this statement. It wasn't like what Chandler Santos did last year, interjecting the pre-lunch announcements saying, "Good morning students and staff. This is Chandler Santos asking Carly Bishop a very essential question. Will you go to Prom with me?" Or anything close to a cheesy announcement, such as spreading three cupcakes out and asking me out.

I read about this, occasionally, and it's been in nearly every idealistic flick I've ever seen. There are no sorrows or heartbreaks, and you both finish up lying in an outsized arena of flowers you love because he remembers every word you say. Or the cheerful melody rolls in while you're kissing and the credit scrolls in.

I was not having an average Cinderella/ love story. I refused it. Sure, the dreamy, fluffy, romantic shit makes my heart wish it were me besides Shelby Cotton. That I was the one with all the attention and with all the beauty. Not worrying about anything except which date to accept.

"Stevie!" I hear Kacey spat, her eyes extensive, and her face firm.

I swallowed and faced Justin, "S-sure…" I say, flushed.

He grins, "great. I'll give your invitations tomorrow." He winks, and my stomach won't hold back my three bites of my unfolded burrito any longer. He turns and stalks off. I watch him leave, my palms shaking, my throat tightening, and my stomach churning.

He stops in his tracks, and I suddenly reason the vilest. That he'll turn around, and reject me. Saying, "You know what? I can't make it." Or, "I just realized… I had a... thing," and make an excuses dangerously similar to Kacey's.

In its place, he turns near me, and stalks towards us. "I'm…" he sighs, and smirks, "really glade you said yes."

I give a feeble grin, and he permissions himself at the table before turning his heels. I turn around, and nearly groan at my band mate's expressions.

"Sure Justin Cole. I would looooooooove to go to Bobby's party with you-" Starts Nelson. I sense my jaw clinch, and I know my endurance with these two were already on a reedy line.

"So we can make out. Oh yeah, Justin!" Kevin interrupts, twirling his hips in his seat, "you're so sexy and hot!"

Nelson chuckles, "Heh- yeah… Ohh Justin, I just want to-"

I glare, "I will make you chock on afterlife if you don't shut it," I utter.

They stop.

"Stevie!" Kacey screeches, flapping her hands to fan herself off, "I can't believe Justin Cole asked you out! Oh my god, we're going shopping after school."

I blink, "last time I went shopping with you, I made a fool out of myself in front of him," I declare, "I'm not letting you mesmerize me into being someone else any more Kacey," I say sternly and solemnly.

She sighs, "Fine. But I swear a blue strapless dr-"

"No," I shoot at her, rolling my eyes.

"Alright, alright. No need to tell me twice, I can take a hint."

I nod, "good."

It's silent. "… Can't I just do your makeup-?"

"Kacey."

"Right…"

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Bear with me, Zevie will come.