Giving Love A Shot

Getting Ready For The Bash (Jessica)

Two days later, and I'm currently sitting in math class listening to the teacher drawl on about what all we need for his class this year. He's been on the same subject for two days now, and we haven't learned a thing except for the difference between a number one a number two pencil. I currently have my head on my desk trying to go to sleep. But everytime I am close to sleep, the Jackson Brothers will do something crazy annoying and I'll be jostled awake again.

I should just give up on trying to go to sleep, but the bash is in two days, and our band has writers block so we're picking a song from somebody's playlist, but we just can't agree on anything. So all five of us are staying up late tonight to find a song. I would give up, but I never knew that I loved singing until now. It's what I'm good at and I'm perfect at it.

My eyes start to drift close, but Troy hits his chair against my desk which causes me to wake back up again. I lift my head and The Jackson Brothers snicker quietly. That was the last time that I'll let it slide. They've already began bullying Paris and I again, and it's honestly annoying and childish.

But of course as promised, we didn't put up with their crap and we stood our ground. They never backed down, so Paris and I were the bigger people.

I put my head down once more, but before I could even blink, the bell rings. I groan loudly and trudge out of the classroom. My backpack is getting really dirty because I'm dragging it on the floor, but who cares. Those Brothers are a match made in hell if you ask me.

Just when my locker becomes visible, someone steps on my backpack. I don't even have to stop walking to know who it is. But I turn around anyway.

Standing behind me leaning sexily on the locker is none other than Trey and Troy looking identical except Troy has light blue almost gray eyes. The both of them are smirking at me.

"Did you have sweet dreams," Troy asks me.

"Can I get my backpack," I ask the both of them.

"No can do sweetness," Trey tells me.

"Fine keep it," I say. I leave my backpack with them and skip past my locker and the cafeteria. I go straight out into the courtyard where I see Paris sitting by the pond with the rest of our band talking. I make my way over to join them.

"Hey my fellow band mates," I say. They all greet me and I sit down in between Paris and Jennifer Lee, our piano player.

"So, did you find a song yet," Amaya Malik asks me. She's our other gutuarist.

"I did actually. I found three songs that we can play. We can play The One That Got Away, Last Friday Night and Wide Awake by Katy Perry," I state.

"That sounds perfect. If only you would've thought of that two nights ago." Samantha Black says with a teasing tone.

"I know right. I tried to go to sleep in math class but those annoying Jackson Brothers wouldn't leave me alone."' I tell all of them.

"I told you to get out of his class with me but you didn't want to," Paris says. She loves being right.

"Believe me I am. The Jackson Brothers can make anybody feel suicidal possibly homicidal," I say.

"What about The Jackson Brothers," a very familiar deep voice says from behind me. I whip my head around only to be found nose to nose with Trey Jackson. He seemed shocked by our close proximity and I just smirked and leaned back.

"I was just telling them about how annoying you and our brother is," I stated nonchalantly.

"Is that so?" He raised his left eyebrow and I raised my right eyebrow.

"Yeah it is," I stated.

"Well I've come to return your backpack," he told me. He took his arm from behind his back and gave me my backpack. I took it from him without saying thanks and turned my attention back to my band mates who were watching us curiously.

"What? No thank you?" He asked me with a feigned hurt expression.

"Nope. No thank you for you. I don't thank bullies," I told him.

"Are you still stuck on that," he asked me.

"Yes, but it's not the fact that you bullied me. Bullies like you bullied someone else I knew, and she was very close to me and now she's gone," I could tell that I was about to cry, but I wouldn't in front of him.

"Who bullied her," he asked me.

"You know what. Thanks for my backpack, and good riddence. Let's go guys," I said to the band. We all stood up and they followed me to the student parking lot. I wasn't about to stay here anymore. All of them knew what had happend to my sister, and who did it. Which is why, I would never ever like bullies like Troy and Trey Jackson.

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In another life I would be your girl

We'd keep all our promises

It'd be us against the world

In another life I would make you stay

So I don't have to say you were the one that got away

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I finished the end of our first song that we were performing, and I must say we were amazing. We were jumping up and down celebrating that we actually sounded good. What can I say.

We were ready for the bash, and we sounded amazing.

After practice, we all headed out to Olive Garden to celebrate the fact that we actually were going to play in public for the first time.

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Five plates and a fork later, we were all sitting there talking about random things, when Paris said the question that I'd been dreading her asking.

"Do you still think about her," she asked me. Everyone at the table immediatly got quiet and everybody looked at me.

"All the time," I said. My voice broke and I let the tears fall. Jennifer put her arm around me and put my head on her shoulder. Everyone started to tell me that everything was going to be okay, even though we all knew that it wasn't going to be okay. But it's never too late to give in to false hope.

Jennifer eventually let me go and I wiped my face with one of the napkins.

"Enough about his depressing topic, we still have to practice Last Friday Night and Wide Awake. I also want to make an a very important announcement before we and after we perform. So, yeah." I finished while picking up a piece of shrimp off of my plate and eating it.

"Admit it Amaya. We sound amazing," Samantha told the pessimist of the group.

"I still say we need to work harder." She stated seriously.

"And we are. Tomorrow night. When I have some sleep." I said. We all just started talking about random things, and I was grateful for such comforting people in my life