Grit Meets Glam (Legally Blonde but with Rock Music type story)

Chapter 1: The Introduction

STORY WARNING: sexual references, mentions of attempted rape, swearing and cursing, underage drinking and drug use. FOR AGES 15 AND UP.

ZIZI'S POV

I yelled into the microphone "let's rock!" I was wearing black ripped skinny jeans, a pastel pink glittery top tank top, black combat boots with 4 inch heels, and a black leather jacket. My band and I were rocking out on a music festival stage in front of thousands of people. We were performing a Paramore-esque pop punk song. I sung the last note and everyone cheered. I looked behind me but I didn't see my band. All I saw was darkness. My eyes burst open. I was in bed in my pastel pink glam bedroom, realising I would never have that life. 

It was one week until my junior year of high school started. But I had to prepare now, considering kids at high school considered me the most popular girl. I had to think about what to wear and say and do. I couldn't step a single inch out of line or my reputation would be ruined. I walked up to my bedroom mirror, with stickers of Hayley Williams, Avril, Joan Jett, Amy Lee, and other woman rockstars lined the edges off my mirror. I looked at my makeup table and then into the mirror on it and burst into tears. 

I could never be who I truly wanted to be. And that terrified me. But then I wouldn't truly fit in, and that terrified me more. 

I needed to decorate my locker. And I needed to do it now, considering my seventeenth birthday party was tomorrow. I grabbed my decorations from my wardrobe, plus school supplies, and put everything into two tote bags. I put that on the floor. I spent the next two hours getting ready. I got into my private bathroom, took a shower, then got out and put my silk pink robe on. I then grabbed my phone which was on my sink cabinet, went onto a music streaming service and hit play on Still Into You. I put my phone back down on the sink cabinet. I then applied my seven step skincare routine, which I had meticulously crafted to perfection. Crushcrushcrush then played. I then dried my hair and styled it. A couple songs later, Hard Times played as I launched into my makeup routine. Foundation, concealer, contour, highlight, eyeshadow, mascara, lipgloss, and probably about three other steps. Several songs later, I was ready to get changed. I put on a pastel pink sweater, skinny blue jeans, black combat boots with pink laces, and slung my leather black designer handbag over my shoulder as I grabbed to two tote bags, walked out of my family mansion, and into my white glossy car. As I drove, I saw the magnificent landscape of LA below my hometown of Beverly Hills.

LORI'S POV

I groaned groggily as I woke up. My almost all-black bedroom was hella messy, my red hair was tangled. I walked over to my bedroom mirror, which I only used to apply eyeliner and half brush my hair. My mirror was lined with Kurt Cobain, Gerard Way, Vic Fuentes, Pete Wentz, and other stickers of male rockstars. After taking a quick shower, I got changed into a baggy band tee with RAMONES on it, baggy black jeans, dirty scuffed vans, and a green, yellow, and black flannel shirt. I quickly brushed my hair and threw some eyeliner on my face. I knew no amount of makeup would make me pretty. I couldn't be scared though. I would rather be ugly than be a bitch. I wanted to issue some books from the school library before my junior year started in a week. I slung my ratty black backpack over my shoulder, and hopped into my rundown secondhand black hair. I would have to drive far because I wasn't rich enough to live in Beverly Hills. I was on scholarship at Sunset Hills High School, a high end public school at the edge of Beverly Hills. I sighed as I drove the long ride towards my high school. 

ZIZI'S POV

I hopped out of my car and thought I saw someone I recognised. I shrugged it off as I grabbed my bags, shut and locked the doors, and walked towards the school. After over half an hour decorating my locker, I saw him. Bradley Wilson. Jerk jock who wasn't high enough in popularity to hang out with my friend group. I slammed my locker shut as he walked towards me. "Dang! Those knockers surely have grown over the summer!" he exclaimed. I gasped in disgust and walked off holding my empty bags and handbag. He slammed me into the lockers. I kicked his nuts and ran off. I ran outside the building until he grabbed me and grabbed my breasts again. I gasped and a tear ran down my cheek. "Hey, stop that!" a girl with red hair yelled from far away. "Oh shit" Bradley said. She walked closer. Lori Reynolds, my former best friend. We were best friends in elementary school, then went to different middle schools, and back at high school I was in the popular clique and she was with the emo clique at school. Deep down I wanted to hang out with them, but my popularity status would be ruined. Lori grabbed his dirty hands and dropkicked him to the ground. "Are you ok?" Lori asked me. I sighed. Bradley said to Lori"my one chance to get with the hottest piece at school and you ruined it." I gasped and spoke back "I don't want you anyways, you fucking JERK." Lori smirked and said to me "want me to walk you back to your car?" She held out her hand. Bradley then said to me"yeah ok, go chose you d*** friend over me you LOSER." I was started to get angry. He just said a homophobic slur to Lori. I slapped him in the face and said "go to hell, you fucking psycho." I then grabbed Lori's hand as she walked me to my car. I quickly said to her "thanks for standing up for me. I am having a birthday party tomorrow and you can invite whoever you want." I grabbed her phone number and texted her the details. I hopped in my car and decided to take a mall trip to calm me down.

LORI'S POV

Did she really stand up for me like that? Zizi, the queen bee, my former best friend. The girl who nowadays never gave me the time of day ever. As I walked from the parking lot back to the school buildings, Bradley was nowhere to be seen. I walked into the library and pondered what just happened.