Closet Rocker

Closet Rocker Chapter 7

Chapter Seven:

A/N: Alright guys, here it is!!! If you think the song is too… vulgar for you likings. Well, if it is, then suck it up. Music is music! Freedom of expression! ‘If they try to keep you down/Tell them all to go to Hell’ and all that good stuff! Now, I’m totally blowing off my geometry homework for this, so you better like it! It isn’t the longest chapter in the world, but hey! You got one! In the next one, our darling Kitty spends the day with Leo and his family at his house. It’ll be fun, I swear! Thank you all for reading, I love you. Seriously. Wanna get married? Just kidding, I’m promised to another. Now, if I ever do break out of my shell and sing for people that aren’t my close friends, my ma, and my showerhead, then the song in this chapter is the song I would sing. Because apparently, I should be in a band, and stuff. Anyway, read on! Vote! Comment! Fan! Love me! Wear sunblock! Listen to tasteful music!

Zee-Out!

Scowling at the stupid fan in front of me, I angrily scribbled my signature on her hand, realizing I was quite wrong. She was batting her eyelashes at the guys, all of whom refused to meet her eye. She must have noticed that she was getting nowhere with them, since she turned to me.

“So, you play guitar, right?” she asked, twirling a piece of blonde hair around her finger while winking at Lex, who was clutching the back of Hends’ shirt in fear. She looked familiar, reapplying her bright pink lipstick. I repressed the urge to whack her with a baseball bat as she licked her lips when she was done, which pretty much ruined her hard work. She probably went to my school, since she looked very familiar.

“No, I play bass,” I gritted out, trying to keep my clam and polite tone, but with every smack of her lips she made while chewing her gum; I lost my cool inch by inch.

“Aren’t they the same thing?” her look-a-like behind her- I knew her, her name was Elli- asked, and I glared at her.

“It has four strings, you fake blonde bimbo,” I spat, glaring at their obviously dyed hair, making the girl next to her, who was getting her music sheet signed, laugh out loud. Elli and her leader, I think her name was Gracie, glared at the girl, who smirked at them, slipping her baseball cap on her head backwards.

“What are you doing here, Sam the Man?” Gracie asked her voice colder than ice and laced with enough venom to kill. Sam didn’t even flinch, just retrieved her signed paper from a riveted Mace and handed it to me.

“Me? Oh, I’m just getting some autographs, and not acting slutty and desperate hooker like you are, Melinda,” she answered, looking back at me. I grinned at her, scrawling my name on her paper, and handed it to Sloan who was on my other side.

“Ugh, no one likes you, Samantha, and it’s Mandy.” she snarled, throwing her silver, very expensive looking handbag over her shoulder. Oh, so I guess her name isn’t Gracie then. Elli shadowed her with her own rich-kid bag, and they both did a synchronized hair flip as they looked to Sloan. He gulped, looking out of the corner of his eye to me as they approached him. ‘Mandy’ leaned down, a great amount of her cleavage being shoved in his face as she smiled at him.