𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙊𝙀𝙎 𝙂𝙀𝙏 𝙍𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙈𝘽𝙀𝙍𝙀𝘿, 𝘽𝙐𝙏 𝙇𝙀𝙂𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙎 𝙉𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍 𝘿𝙄𝙀.
What do you get when you throw five musically inclined teenagers in detention and leave them alone for ten minutes?
You get a brand new band, new friendships, and a...
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LOWS — PINK SWEAT$ Take your time with this love Say you're mine forever
SOMEHOW, OLIVIA MANAGED to avoid both Christa and Jason for the rest of the week. Granted, Christa was probably avoiding her too and the Sunset Curve boys took it upon themselves to make sure she and Jason were never in the same hall. She was thankful for their protective nature. It gave her time to think things through and decide if she actually wanted to talk to Christa about their shared parental heritage. She came to the quick conclusion that she wanted to forget about the whole ordeal.
Olivia was always good at avoiding her problems until they went away. Perhaps it was anxiety related procrastination, or maybe an innate defence mechanism, but whatever it was, it made forgetting Battle of the Bands ever happened look like the best possible option.
It wasn't only her daddy issues that put a damper on her mood. After their initial performance, Sunset Curve had reached a high status of hallway fame seemingly overnight. After their most recent performance—where the majority of Los Feliz's student body came to show their support—their popularity had decreased as a result of Olivia's onstage frozen mistake. Respect was a funny thing. Turns out it's fragile as well.
As the week came to a close, Olivia found herself standing at her locker. The final bell had come and gone, and the hallways were quickly draining of students who were rushing to get home for the weekend.
Surprisingly, her locker was vacant of people. Usually, at least one of the boys would be there waiting for her at the end of the day. She did tell them that she had to stop by the music room to speak with Miss Taylor, but being tardy never stopped them from waiting for her before.
She took it as a little vacation. She loved her boys, she really did, but they could be a little overbearing sometimes, especially when they were worried about her. They liked to hover and while they always respected her wishes when she asked for space, they were still incredibly overprotective when they weren't even trying to be.
Mumbling a song she had written the other day, Olivia shoved her books into her backpack and closed her locker. She jumped when she saw the last person she wanted to talk to on the other side of the door.
Christa's arms were crossed over her chest and there was a stoney expression on her face. The two girls stared at each other for a moment, realizing just how many similarities existed between their appearance now that they knew what to look for. Christa pushed off the locker, her shoulders back and her chin held high to assert dominance. "We need to talk."
Olivia slung her bag over her shoulder and walked past her without a single word. There were too many things she wanted to say, but she had no idea where to start. She had no idea if she even wanted to start because she knew that the second she did, she'd go off like a firecracker. There was anger in her veins, and it was only a matter of time until that anger lit the dynamite stick of her temper.
