Bad Luck

Chapter 11

Niall's POV:

I was walking over to Harry's house for band practice. There was a talent show coming up soon at school, and we thought it's be cool to have our own band. I would play the guitar and Liam & Harry could sing. Their vocals sounded killer together. The one thing we were missing was a drummer. We were having this practice today just to see we sounded without a drummer. Maybe we could pull through. I walked into Harry's garage, seeing that Harry and Liam were already there. They were doing vocal warm ups when they spotted me.

"Hey! There you are!" Liam said, ruffling my hair.

"Boy, you besta have washed those nasty lil white hands of yours before you touched my head. This weave probably cost more than your whole Hollister outfit," I said, placing a hand on my hip. Liam glared at me before turning back around and resuming his vocal warm ups with Harry. I pulled my guitar out the case and began to tune it.

"So what're we going to play?" I ask after we've finished warming up.

"I was thinking we could play some Ed Sheeran," Harry suggested.

"How about some Sick of it All?" a deep voice said. I turned around to see a tall guy with some oddly colored hair.

"Megalodon!" Harry exclaimed, trying to pull him into a bro hug, but recievong no movement from who I just learned to be Megalodon.

"I don't mean to be rude," Liam said to Megalodon," but why are you here?"

"I'm your new drummer, poshy," he said. Wow, he hasn't even been a minute since he got here and he already has a rude nickname for Liam.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue, Leperchaun?" he asked me.

"Naw but I can stratch out dem eyeballs of yours just like a cat," I snap.

"Calm down, Leperchaun. I'm just playing with you," he snickered. God I didn't like him already...

The rest of rehearsal was literally torcher. Whenever we would try and play a decent song, Megalodon would come out of nowehere and play a drum solo that didn't match the song in the slightest way. Liam and I were getting sick of it, so we tried to speak up for ourselves and tell Megalodon to quit it. But of course Harry came in and defended him.

"He's just trying out something new," he said.

I didn't know why Harry was defending Megalodon. I mean, if he was getting on our nerves, chances are he would be getting on Harry's too. I decided to let it go and confront him about it later. Only because right now, I was late for my nail appointment.

Ozi's POV:

Since the boys were all doing their own thing for the school talent show, the girls and I decided we'd do our own thing. We hadn't decided what exactly that thing would be yet, though. So today we were meeting up at Yamlak's house to discuss it.

When I arrived, Harvee was dancing along to the Napoleon Dynamite soundtrack, Yamlak was trying desperately to get Valeria out of the bathroom, who had locked herself in there by accident, and Rayanne was rading the fridge for toenail clippings. Typical.

No one paid any mind to me when I walked in, so I decided to have some fun with that. I picked up one of Yamlak's house phones and went back outside. I hid in one of the bushes in front of her house, which was right in front of a window. I dialed Harvee's number. I knew for a fact that Harvee didn't have Yamlak's home number in her cell phone, so it's be an unknown number.

I could hear Harvee's ringtone, the song, So What, coming from her phone. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked suspiciously towards the phone. Harvee tiptoed over to where the phone laid and looked at the number with squinted eyes.