lens :: hood au

{one} (rewritten)

alina's pov //

I sigh in relief as the last bell of the day rings through the school. Saying a quick goodbye to my spanish teacher, Señor Lopez, I grab my textbooks and slide out of my tiny desk. I hastily walk out of the door only to bump into a large figure, which results in me clumsily dropping  my school supplies. I look up to meet the eyes of my boyfriend, Ashton, and my cheeks flush when I realize that I'm just standing in a pile of my own books.

Ashton let's out a small laugh as he rushes to grab my stuff for me. I smile gratefully at him before leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.

"Thanks, babe." I shoot him a lazy grin and he returns the favor, large dimples forming in his cheeks. I reach out a finger to poke one of them, but then remember that we're in the middle of the school hallway and I have to get to my locker. Just as I'm about to keep on walking, he says my name.

"Alina?" he asks and I raise my eyebrows.

"Yeah?"

"Would you like to come over for dinner tonight? I was thinking of ordering pizza and having one of our movie nights again."

I frown at his words as I recall my schedule. I have to work tonight. I wish I didn't, because I'm tired as fuck after the long week, but at least my job is fun. I work at a small record store that's located a few blocks away from my house along with my best friend, Haley.

"Ugh," I groan and he looks taken aback.

"No, it's not you, I really wish I could come, Ash, but I'm working at the store today. What about tomorrow night? It is going to be Friday, so we can hang out a little longer than usual." I try to convince him because I've been craving pizza all week.

He looks kind of unhappy, but he covers that up with another large, dimpled smile.

"That sounds great, babe. I'm looking forward to it." He says before waving me off and taking out his phone. I sigh once again and watch him type furiously for a few seconds before turning around and heading to my locker, thankfully this time without any interruptions.

When I finish packing up, I walk over towards Haley's locker. As I approach the tall girl I notice that she's texting someone, so I try to creep up behind her and read the messages, being the nosey person I am. I tip-toe towards her slowly before leaning over her shoulder. Unfortunately, Haley notices and immediately turns off her phone and whips her head back to face me.

"Oh my god, oh my god." She breathes.

"You nearly scared me to death!" Haley chuckles nervously before grabbing her backpack and slinging it over her shoulder.

When I don't respond she asks me if I'm ready for work, but I won't let her bring the subject away from her mysterious texting incident.

"Who were you texting?" I arch my left eyebrow (the only one I can arch) up at her and she shrugs.

"My mom." She gulps and I grab her arm to make her turn and face me.

"Tell. Me. Now." I try to convince her to tell me but she shakes her head.

"I already told you, it was my mother." She smirks at me before wiggling out of my tight grip on her arm and walking in front of me once again. Oh, I'll figure it out eventually.

"Hey!" I yell to Haley before jogging up next to her. "I don't know why you're running ahead when I'm the only person that can and is willing to give you a ride to work. Show some respect!"

She rolls her eyes.

"I don't even care who you're texting anymore, just please don't run because I am way too lazy for this." I tell her, yawning dramatically.

"Fine," She sighs and I smile victoriously. "but you have to promise you won't ask any more questions about who I'm texting. A girl needs her privacy."

"I already told you I didn't care," I smirk at her. "But now I have proof that in was not, in fact, your mother."

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Haley and I have been working for an hour now, helping various customers find music that best suits their taste, checking out their records, and adding new songs to the store playlist.

I have to admit, I love my job. It's always fun and music is a huge aspect of my life. I have been playing guitar since I was 5 years old and both of my parents work in the music industry, my mom being a songwriter and my dad owning a small recording studio where he helps upcoming artists record songs and decide which ones they're going to release as their first singles.

When I'm not working or doing school work, I'm in the studio either helping out or recording some of my own things. I record with Ashton as well, me playing guitar and singing while he plays drums.

Ashton has always wanted to start a band, but hasn't had enough people willing to participate. He only has three out of the four members he needs to make "the perfect band", as he calls it. They still need a bassist.

The members of this possible band are Ashton, the drummer, Luke, the lead singer who would also play rhythm guitar, and Michael, who would definitely be the lead guitarist. That dude is seriously skilled.

"Thanks for coming to Twisted Records! Have a nice day." I smile at the girl in front of the counter as I hand her a bag full of items.

She returns the favor before heading towards the door. "Oh, and feel free to grab a couple of stickers!" I call to her, pointing over to the large bin next to the register.

"Really? Thanks, dude! That's so cool."

I watch as she looks through all of the stickers labeled with various band logos and music-themed phrases. I watch as she picks out three stickers, each logos for different bands. I nod my head in approval of her music taste (Green Day, Nirvana, and My Chemical Romance) before yelling to Haley.

"Hey, can you stay in the front while I go organize the posters? They got moved around a lot by the last couple people that came in."

She nods and takes my place behind the cash register.

"Thanks, babe!" I yell to her before heading to the back of the store.

A few minutes later, the door chimes, but I'm too distracted by the posters to turn around and greet the mystery customer. A few seconds later when I finally turn around, I don't see anyone.

The person must be in one of the aisles.

About a minute later, I hear shuffling and the sound of a camera flashing. I immediately turn around to see the back of a tall man wearing all black and a grey beanie covering his head. I try to run up to him to let him know that he's not supposed to take pictures in the store, but it's too late. The last thing I see before he exits is his large black camera bouncing against his long legs.

"What the hell was that?" Haley practically reads my mind as she gasps in disbelief. "Did that dude just take a picture of you and leave?"

"Wait, what? He took a picture of me?" I ask her, utterly confused by the whole thing. "Did you see what he looked like?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure he did, and no, I didn't see what he looked like," She sighs, resting her elbows on the counter before opening up one of the many random music magazines. "but we need to find out who this guy is, and why the hell he was taking stalker pictures of you."

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cAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT HOW ALEX FROM MAYDAY PARADE JUST FAVORITED A RANDOM ASS TWEET ON MY PERSONAL TWITTER LIKE WHAT TJE HELL OMG IM SCRWAMING

new update: omg i remember that ^!!!
but anyways, i hope y'all like the new version of the first chapter of lens :)