I woke up at 6:30 am to the sound of my alarm clock going off. I groaned before jumping out of bed and into the shower. I got out of the shower and went straight to my outfit: black high waisted jeans, flannel and white converse, which I had already gotten ready last night .
Today I start school at Los Angeles Conservatory of the Arts. I, like my mother, love to sing and dance. Before moving here I was in choir and the dance class that we had in my high school. I wasn't supposed to be going there, but my mom didn't tell me that she had sent videos of me singing and dancing to the admissions office where they decided to let me in. I hope they aren't too strict about performing in front of people, because I hate to sing in front of crowds. I know that sounds dumb because I was in choir, but that was different because I chose to stand in the back and I needed community service hours.
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I skipped breakfast because I was too nervous to eat. I got to school around 6:50 a.m and went straight to the office. I was about to open the door when it opened itself and out stormed a very pissed looking guy. He didn't seem to see me there because next thing I knew I felt the cold floor under my head and a very heavy yet familiar looking guy stood there. He stood up, offered me a hand up, and looked at me very pissed ," you should really start watching where you go you muppet.". That's when I realized that it was motorcycle guy, and boy was he way hotter in person.
I stepped out of my trance and walked into the admissions office to get my class information. Once I was done I headed to class.~~..~~~~
It was fourth period, my singing class, and I headed to the theater. I walked in and saw a lady there taking attendance, I gave my name and walked in and took a seat. A very frail looking women walked onto the stage and bowed, I don't know why since she literally just walked on stage, but everyone started clapping so I followed suit. "Hello ladies and gentleman, and welcome to your first day in official vocals, I am Mrs. Dasnoitt. After spending two years learning the basics of music and the art of singing, this is the year where you will be placed in a class according to your singing ability and, well, let's get started shall we. I will assign you a song to sing when you step on stage and we will see your talent there yes? Ah but before I forget, every performer needs an audience, so I invited coach Beck and his Ace Baseball players to watch your auditions.". I couldn't believe it, did she really expect me to go on stage and sing for not only the class but a group of immature baseball players that-
Before I could finish my thoughts, the baseball team walked in, and I noticed motorcycle guy walk in with five guys right next to his side with the rest of the team trailing behind them. They all took there seats in the front row and the teacher walked to the desk she had placed right in front of the stage. She began calling people one by one, rating them telling them there assigned class and critiquing them. The time passed pretty slow, and by the time it was my turn I noticed I was the last one. "Carter, Olivia. You're up.". I gulped loudly and headed to the steps that lead to the stage. I walked to the microphone, too scared to talk I just stood there and waited for her to speak first. " Ms.Carter it is my knowledge that this is your first year here at the L.A Conservatory of the Arts, so I don't blame you for not having the proper training that the rest of the students have. Now, hmm , let's see, your song shall be , Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey. You may start when the music plays.". The only thing. That made me feel better was that since I was the last one no one was paying attention to me, and all the baseball guys were busy talking to each other and texting.
The music began and my voice magically began singing the song. The thing about singing, it comes naturally to me, and the emotion of the song reflects off me and onto whoever listens. As I sing I begin to worry, everyone is now watching me with looks of shock and confusion. Am I that terrible?
I finish the song and Mrs. Dasnoitt looked at me, "Ms.Carter. Your voice is absolutely lovely. Advanced Vocals. Class dismissed.". And as if in que, the bell rang and everyone began to disperse . I got off stage and looked for my bad only to see it wasn't there, but instead in the hand of a guy who was standing with motorcycle guy and 4 other guys. "Hey you're really good girl. You're new right? Have lunch with us. ", said the guy holding my bag. "Sure, and thanks but I'm really not good I actually don't know how I'm here.". "Modest, we like that.", said the guy that was holding my bag and who seemed to be his twin brother in unison. "Umm, who said she can have lunch with us? I didn't agree to befriend this clumsy chick.". Ouch. "Ugh you're such a dick Alec. Ignore him, you're coming with us.", said the blonde boy next to him.
We headed out of the theater and towards the cafeteria, and when we entered all eyes were on us, I didn't really no why,but then I looked around and saw girls looking at me with jealousy in there eyes.
Good job Liv, you befriended what I assume are the school bad boys .
I followed them over to there table and was about to sit down when I felt someone push me, "That's my seat find a different one.", turned around to see Alec sitting in the seat where I was about to sit.
" So Before we officially decide to make you our first chick member, we should introduce ourselves. I'm Nicky and this is my brother Ricky. We're the Harrison twins. Even though I'm the hotter one obviously. The blonde guy next to you on the left is Alexander 'pretty boy' Presley. The one next to Alec is Tate 'BB2' Beckett, and before you ask, BB2 stands for bad boy #2. And the one on your right is Taylor 'cockblock' Reed, because leave it up to him to need something important from you when you find yourself in a situation where you are about to get laid. And well , Alec 'BB' Matthews, who you seem to have already met. So who are you exactly new girl?"
I tried to process all this information while I told them a little about myself. " Well I'm Olivia Carter, I'm from Minnesota, I'm here on a music and dance scholarship, and I'm starving so can we hurry this up because if I don't shove my face with food in five minutes I'm going to lose it.". Wow, nice going, all these hot guys probably think you're a pig now.
But the twins looked at me like I was a newborn puppy " She's perfect, can we keep her Alec?" . They all turned to him,he looked at me, and said "We don't need a chick member, she's gonna wanna act all mom like, and we already have our owns". The guys all looked at Alec and begged , until finally Alec just sat there defeated " you know what, fucking fine. You all sound like stupid little kids who found a stupid little dog.". They all looked at me happily. Boy what was I in for.
The lunch bell rang shortly after we finished eating lunch and I was getting up to go to class when Alec stood up at the same time as I was walking by and he sent us both tumbling to the floor with me in a straddling position over him. All the guys stared at us and hollered like guys typically do, and as I felt myself blushing I heard someone clearing their throat behind me. Damn it , I thought, before looking back to see the principal Mr.Duvall looking at us. " Mr.Matthews, Ms. Carter here hasn't even been here a full day and you already have her participating in your immature ways of life. Mr.Matthews, Ms.Carter, I'll see you both in detention after school today. Now get to class."I basically jumped off Alec who was laughing and smirked at me " I rather liked that position doll face ". I punched his arm before going to class.
I couldn't believe it , I got detention with the bad boy on the first day of school, how fucking fabulous Olivia.
~*~*~*~*~*~***~*~*~~So hope you guys liked it , I hope you guys are liking it. Please don't be silent readers, I need your comments on the book to see whether to continue it or not.
Hope you all had fun reading the chapter.
Oh and P.S that's a picture of Olivia's outfit from the chapter.".
Bye lovelies
- J ;)
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