"What the fuck does that mean?"
Ashton's P.O.V
"Alright. Band practice at mine tonight, okay?" I told my three mates, Luke, Michael & Calum as we were walking out of school.
None of them had a car & no one likes public transportation so I drove them all to school.
"Why another practice?" Calum, our bassist, asked.
"Because we have the audition for Battle of the Bands soon."
"No, that's in like a few weeks. We almost have a month before it."
"So? Calum, that doesn't mean we shouldn't start practicing now! We need to make sure we smash the audition so we get into the show & then we need to win that too."
"Do we even have any competition?" Luke then asked me.
"I mean not really. I think Ronnie's band is playing but they aren't competition. I just don't want to suck at the audition so we need to practice, regardless of anyone else playing."
"Ohhhhh." Michael laughed. "Ronnie's band."
"What the fuck does that mean?"
"I don't know." Michael shrugged his shoulders.
My friends knew not to push anything about Ronnie around me. For awhile, they all thought I had this massive crush on her but I don't.
I hate Ronnie.
Just because she has these blue eyes, curls that still bounce when she walks & a body that puberty did justice too doesn't mean I like her.
She's attractive. But that's it.
"I mean they are pretty good though, aren't they?" Calum spoke up. "My sister knows their bassists brother & apparently they aren't that bad."
"They're amateurs."
"So are we." Luke corrected me.
"Just come to practice, okay?!"
"I'll be there." Luke said. "Don't worry."
"Fine. Then you're bringing the pizza." Michael hit Luke's shoulder.
"Why do I always have to bring it? You guys are going to make me go broke!"
"I dunno. You just always do as I say." Michael laughed but he had a point...Luke listened to whatever Michael told him to do so if Michael said he gets the pizza, he gets the pizza.
Later that night, Luke showed up with the pizza. Michael ate most of it while Calum was late. I just wanted to get behind my drum kit. I lived behind that kit. & we needed to rehearse.
Ronnie was no competition but still, we had to practice.
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There were certain moments where I was reminded that Ronnie wasn't a robot.
By robot, I mean how she acts.
Ronnie always had a smile on her face at school but I mean no one is that happy at school. She doesn't have that many friends & I don't think she likes school yet she smiles. She always passes her exams & she receives high marks. Her homework is always complete & it's always accurate. Her hair is always perfectly curled, her makeup is done, her shoes are clean. Ronnie is just the perfect, ideal student, friend & daughter. It's like she's a machine & there is never any malfunctions.
I'm not though.
I'm rough around the edges. I'm smart but I'm not the brightest. I can be in a good mood too a lot of the times but trust me, I have my bad days too.
