BATTLE OF THE BANDS, ariana x reader

TWO, rings

ariana.

"Where the hell is Heyward?" Victoria groaned as we stare at the clock like we have for the past ten minutes.

We were currently in Music waiting for our teacher to walk in and teach us some stuff but he's so far ten minutes late and we were all beyond bored.

"What if he got like Meningitis?" Justin calls out from next to me.

"Do you even know what Meningitis means?" I raise an eyebrow, not believing someone with as small as a brain as Justin actually knows what it is.

"No, why would I need to know what Meningitis means?" He looked at me as if I was the stupidest girl in the world. Me and Vic just slowly turn to each other before erasing what just happened from our brain.

"Is it just me or is Y/N getting hella fine." Vic lowered her voice as Y/N walks to their seat behind me as they talk to Tony or something.

I just roll my eyes at her comment. Sure Y/N is fine and always have been but that doesn't give her a reason to eye fuck them like the way she is now.

Victoria seemed to notice the look on my face as she started chuckling. "My bad girl, I forgot you and them used to have a little thing."

"First of all, we didn't have a thing," I start, causing one of my best friends to raise an eyebrow. "Second of all, I'm Ariana Grande, not Ariana Grande Butera, that loser that used to hang out with them all those years ago." I roll my eyes.

I have no idea why but her saying that set off a fuse in me. I guess a part of me misses Y/N's presence but it's not to the point as it used to be. Like I used to literally cry myself to sleep and i'm grateful to say I don't cry myself to sleep because of anyone but myself.

"Not what it says on your birth certificate..." She muttered thinking I didn't hear her, causing me to glare daggers at her.

"Okay so I was thinking, Maybe me on lead, you on bass, Harry on drums and Solána singing, we'd be set to win." I hear Y/N's voice explain with passion.

"Dude Solána can't." Their friend tells them.

"What why not?"

"As soon as you called me and told me the news, I started making calls, this is all the good singers that couldn't sing for us." The british boy explained further for them.

"But that leaves everyone but-" They begin but I turn around and interrupt them as I couldn't give two fucks about whatever they're talking about.

"Can you two just shut the fuck up?" I groan, wanting to at least hear myself think.

"H-Hey Ariana." The blonde stuttered over his words.

"Aren't you the gay kid who was sending my boyfriend love letters?" I ask the boy glaring at him. I couldn't give two shits about him being gay, I mean Frankie Grande is my brother and he's the gayest of gay, but what I do care about is him sending love fucking letters to my boyfriend.

Y/N looked like they were ready to start a war and their friend looked as anxious as ever, but before either of them could talk, a voice from the front echoed around the classroom.

"Settle down, youngins," Mr Slater tapped on the desk gaining everybody's attention. "Now you're probably thinking 'Why's this guy here? He's not a Music teacher' ," He mimicked class before continuing. "And to answer that question, I'm covering today's class as Mr Heyward is injured...know anything about that, Ariana?" He questioned sending all eyes on to me.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I say, slightly squint my eyes.

Bullshit. Of course I know what happened.