Just The Three Of Us | The Music Freaks

Chapter 6

"What are you doing here?" The ocean-eyed girl nervously chuckled, standing up to face the other teenager, "You generally don't stop by the music room..." She mumbled, switched her gaze elsewhere.

"You know, I never liked you music freaks," Drew quipped, ignoring Stacy's question. he stepped into the club room, slowly approaching her, as his dark hickory eyes examined the walls, "But with my newfound information," He paused, taking a moment to glance at the light-eyed girl, "I think we can help each other out."

"What are you talking about...?" Stacy faltered, her face slightly scrunched in agitation.

"Well, there is one thing I want," Suddenly, Drew was in front of Stacy, face to face, his malicious glare giving her a sickening feeling, shooting shivers down her spine.

"What would that be?" She managed to utter through her jittered, uneasy breaths.

"Jake."

There was a silence, before Stacy managed a small, "What?" She stared at him in disbelief, taken aback at his demand.

He suddenly turned away from her, continuing his explanation, "Since joining your little freak show, Jake has been growing far more... Distant, from me. Jake is very dear to me, he was my first friend, my best friend, I..." For a brief moment, Stacy swore she could see the tiniest sliver of sadness spark in Drew's eyes, "I can't lose him..." He darted his head back around to look at the indigo-haired girl, the soft dreariness his gaze held moment earlier vanished, replaced with a corrupted, heinous stare, "Imagine if your best friend of many years left you," He leaned closer to her, their noses only inches apart, "Imagine if Luke left you."

The thought made Stacy want to vomit. Luke was her everything, she could never imagine a life without him. For a moment, she felt a feeling of sorrow and pity building up inside her, pity for Drew. The only thing in her mind, an image of Luke turning away from her and leaving her, replaying, over and over again.

She immediately pushed the thought away, drowning it out with positive ones, before snapping back to the reality of the situation, she realized what Drew was asking her to do.

"You're... Blackmailing me?" She wanted her tone to come off as loud and intimidating, however, that failed, as her voice was so quiet she could barely hear it herself.

"No, no! Don't think of it as blackmail!" Drew quickly exclaimed, clear sarcasm dripping into his voice, "Think of it like... Let's say, you don't get Jake kicked out of the music club. Then, maybe, everyone finds out about your little crush, including drummer boy himself. And then, boom!" He suddenly rose his voice, causing Stacy to slightly jump, "Years of friendship, down the drain, all because you failed to kick Jake out of the music club. He'll never speak to you again, imagine how awful that would be? Your precious Luke Peterson, cut out of your life," His voice hushed to a whisper, a devilish grin forming on his face, "Forever."

Stacy knew very well that Drew was heavily over-exaggerating the conversation, but still, the chance that Luke may never speak to her again... She couldn't risk it. Nothing was worth that.

She wasn't sure how long she was standing there, processing, but before Drew had vanished, she recalled him whispering something into her ear.

"You have 48 hours."

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Zander silently listened to Luke and Stacy's conversation, waiting for the movie to begin. He sat in between the two, yet still refused to be a part of the small talk. Sean, Milly, Jake, and Hailey were all too deep in their own conversation, as well.

Something that Zander had noticed, was that Stacy was acting a bit off the entire time at the movies. Sure, the two weren't on the best terms at the moment, due to the fact Zander was certain Stacy too, was in love with Zander's auburn-haired crush, but he was still concerned for her, she was still his best friend.

Finally, the movie had become, and the theatre instantly fell silent. It was quite a boring movie, Zander wasn't sure why they chose it. Milly thought so too apparently, as he could see her on her phone, earning unpleasant glares from the people around them.

The mauve-haired boy briefly glanced up at Luke. His expression was unreadable due to the dark room, and the scene playing on the screen was dark, so there was nearly no light in the room.

This was it. Zander was about to shoot his shot. He wanted to confess, but that had failed, as Stacy was always tagging along, not giving the two boys a chance to be alone. This was the second-best thing.

Taking a deep breath, Zander leaned sideways, the side of his face gently crashing against Luke's shoulder. There was no turning back, he had to wait for Luke to either decline or accept the action. The violet-eyed boy allowed himself to snuggle into the soft, velvet fabric of Luke's cardigan. However, when the chestnut-haired teen didn't move, Zander curiously glanced up.

He squinted, taking a closer look at his face, only to discover Luke's eyes were closed, and the slightest snoring noise could be heard from him. He was asleep.

The shorter boy's face flushed, as he tried hard to fight back the smile tugging at his lips. He glanced around, to make sure no one was watching. When he was certain everyone was focused on the movie, he leaned up, placing a kiss, soft as snow, onto Luke's cheek, hoping and praying he wouldn't wake up.

He immediately retreated, bringing his head back down, and quickly whipped back around to the large cinema screen, a giant, goofy grin spread across his face.

Meanwhile, Stacy felt her nails sink into her palms, glaring at Zander through the corner of her eye.

Jealously. A disgusting emotion, one that Stacy hated to admit she was feeling. Zander and Luke both meant so much to her, she should've been happy for them, but she was angry. She wanted to bottle up those awful emotions and ignore them, but she couldn't, she just simply, utterly, couldn't.

She was generally such a sweet girl, the action her body forced her to do shocked her. She had no clue why, she regretted it the second it happened, and had no idea what had come across her at that moment.

She moved her elbow, nudging the plastic cup on the arm of the seat, knocking the ice-cold Pepsi onto Zander's lap.

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K- I decided Imma stop leaving author's notes unless I actually have something to say- XD

This time I actually do have something to say- lmbo-

I'm tryna keep Stacy as in-character as possible, I know people often depict her a lot worse than she actually is. I hope I'm not breaking her character too much, am I? Please tell me so I can fix it if I am-

Anyways, tysm for reading! Until next time, baii!