Posh Kids (Gen. 4)

Nash

"Dude, you were fucking awesome last night," exclaimed Harper, his laugh infectious. The group of us, excluding Madeleine were sitting in the cafeteria, where I took small nibbles of my food.

"What do you mean? I just danced with Madeleine for a few minutes," I said, taking a bite out of my sandwich. Maddox threw his arm over my shoulder, and grasped me tightly.

"Honestly, I think Madeleine has lost her fucking mind," said Georgie, tossing some hair over her shoulder.

"What do you mean?" asked Maddox, perking his ears up.

"If she wants money or fame for fucking an O'Hara, she's doing the wrong the wrong one. She has to focus on the older ones, especially Finn," said Georgie, staring off into space while smiling.

"Wouldn't that be illegal since you're under the age of consent?" asked Harrison, his face having an unfeeling look on it.

"Not everybody has to know, smart one."

"Guys, we need to focus on our film," said Matty, snapping his fingers.

"Matty's got a point. We only have ten minutes of footage, and the requirements require at least an hour," said Harrison, swirling his spoon around in his thermos.

"Ok. How about we take the cameras behind the scenes of us recording music?" I said, trying to imagine the five of us finally filming something interesting.

"All right. Tomorrow after school. Around 3:00, oi?" said Harper, smirking.

"Everybody wanna steal my girl. Everybody wanna take her love away. Couple billion in the whole wide world. Find another cause she belongs to me," I sang, my voice inadvertently cracking a bit. Even though this part was for the whole group to sing, I had the feeling Harper and Maddox weren't even trying to sing.

"That was excellent, boys," said a man with dark hair, clapping.

"Cool. Now can we leave?" asked Harper, looking bored as usual.

"I think you boys have talent, genuine fucking talent, especially the one with that cool shirt," exclaimed the man, pointing at me. He flipped the scarf around his neck, and stared intently at me.

"My shirt's not that cool," I said, shrugging. I hung my headphones around my neck, and looked around. Everyone stared at me.

"That is a hella cool shirt," said Harper, adjusting his hat.

"What the fuck, guys? It just says Drugfree with a question mark," I said, pointing at the symbol.

"Your cardigan is looking cool right about now," said Maddox, running fingers through his hair.

"Nash, we're going to make you and your band stars!" yelled the man, standing up from his seat behind the control panels, and posing.

"And cut!" yelled the cameraman, spreading his palm flat. As everyone else filed out of the recording booth, the guy grabbed me by the neck, and brought me to a more secluded area.

"Kid, I think you've got a lot of potential," he said, a grin stretching across his face.