You know in the movies where everything suddenly goes all slow-mo and stuff?
That's exactly what I did, when I heard Jay's voice. My jaw lost its hinges and dropped open like that old, defective mailbox Aunt Elle was planning to replace yesterday, and I let go of my paintbrush, watching it as it slowly fell onto the ground; it was as if time had slowed down or something.
I turned around as I bent down to pick up the fallen paintbrush, trying to muster up as much confidence and dignity as possible. "What are you doing here!?"
Jay responded with the fast-becoming-familiar playboy grin of his and held up a flower pot with a single, white daisy planted in. "The weather's pretty good and the flowers are as fresh as this daisy," he said, "Guess now I know your dirty little secret!"
He started chuckling at his poor attempt to make a pun. Apparently, Mr. Band Leader thought he was a born comedian. Like, dream on dude.
"On to a more serious note," I heard Leo say as he came up behind Jay, "Jay's hunch was right. You can sing,"
I snorted and rolled my eyes. "Yeah right, sing like a walrus,"
I looked over expectantly at Jay, waiting for some kind of agreement from him. Instead, all he said was, "Join us, kitty."
It was as if I had gone crazy. I started laughing this delusional, maniacal, mad-woman laugh, making Jay and Leo watch me with concern. I could imagine what they were thinking right now.
'Is this girl in her right state of mind? Has she gone round the bend?'
"You have got. To be. Joking." I said curtly, bending down to pick up my paintbrush. I wonder why I even talk to them. Sure, I mean, they're hot, good-looking and all, but they are so full of crap.
Join them? Nuh-uh. No way am I ever going to perform singing. I mean, you could DIE when you sing you know. Did you know, a band was performing outdoors, and the singer had to go to the hospital later because he got struck by lightning? Apparently, his microphone was like a lightning conductor and he was holding onto it, so it all adds up to: FATALITY.
I know. I ripped off from NigaHiga. Who cares?
And it's true I made up that fact. But I mean, it's possible! Just add in some simple sciences about lightning and steel, it's a perfectly good hypothesis that just hasn't been proven yet.
"We're not joking," Jay said dryly, folding his arms across his chest. Didn't anyone ever tell him that only girls do that now? "I've always been pretty spot-on with my gut instinct. I can tell when someone has a good musical talent. You, my kitty, have a voice,"
"I don't lie to pretty damsels like you," Leo said with an impish wink. Ugh. There for a moment, I thought he was being very serious and all grown-up.
"Sure you don't," I said sarcastically, "I guess that's why Buffy, Muffy and Betsy were bawling their eyes out in the girls' washroom when I went in there,"
Leo held up an informing finger. "For your information, dear, it's Brenda, Miranda and Britney," he said, "And they were just a bit too much for me. I prefer simple, cute, wholesome girls like you."
Damn, that guy's got no pride. "I'm sure as hell that the fact that I can't sing is true," I lashed out at them, "And do you know the meaning to the phrase 'respect one's privacy'!? Or do you need someone to translate that into the language of flirts!?"
My breathing went all ragged because of the exertion of forceful, negative energy I used on Jay and Leo. Yoga doesn't work for some people, apparently. All those yoga classes I was forced to take with my ex-best friend were just a waste of time and money.
I want my money back.
I dropped the paintbrush I was holding onto the table next to the palette and stormed out, grabbing my backpack as I went.
"Daaaamn," I heard someone else say, "Jay, Leo, you guys picked one tough chick to mess with,"
Chick!? Excuse me, but do you see any yellow fluffy feathers on me!?
"Oh shut up, Jordan," Jay growled, "But mark my words, we're gonna get her in the band somehow,"
Yeah right. Like that'll ever happen. This is me they're talking about. The one who stood up to the entire senior football and basketball team in her sophomore year because they were bullying a freshman kid for being gay. I can definitely stand up against a pair of airheads.
I managed to avoid direct contact with Jay and Leo for the rest of the morning. Both of them mostly had classes with me, but I ignored them and pretended to be immersed into my class work, occasionally tapping my head with a pencil then going, "Aha!!" which they would look over at me, with hopes of talking to me, but by then, I'd be back into my semi-dreamworld.
Oh, I'm good.
By lunch, I successfully managed to maneuver my way out of the classroom and hall and into the cafeteria without any of the twin playboys catching up with me. I sat at an empty table, sighing as I set my bag down. It was as if my own body was mocking me, but my stomach growled to accentuate the fact that I was tired, friendless and pissed off. My day is soooo ruined.
"Hungry?"
A fair-skinned, dark-haired guy set down his tray in front of me, taking up a seat. His appearance literally took my breath away. His locks were luxuriously wavy; my mom would've been drooling over it, and his skin was so damn flawless that it could've even put the most beautiful supermodels to shame.
His eyes were a strange mix of hazel and blue, but it was still pretty. I do tend to concentrate most on the eyes when I do a portrait of someone, because lifeless eyes mean a pointless portrait.
"I thought gentlemen were supposed to pretend they don't hear a lady's stomach growl," I muttered, scowling up at him.
The guy let out a deep-throated chuckle and pushed a chocolate muffin my way. "Well, I was told that I wasn't that much of a gentleman," he said, amusement twinkling in his eyes, "My name's Gabriel Lyndon."
"Gabriel…like the angel?"
"I've been told," He chuckled, "What's your name?"
"Kitty Girl," I answered sarcastically as Jay flashed into my mind.
"Finally, you acknowledge the name I gave you,"
My blood ran cold and I saw Jay sliding onto the bench next to Gabriel. "What the hell are you doing?" I hissed at him, "Go play with your harem or something!"
Jay looked offended. "Who says I have a harem? I may be the hottest guy around, being able to tame multiple women older than I to do my bidding, but I certainly, most absolutely, do not have a harem!"
Looks like Jayden's picked up a few lines from Leo.
"It's Kaitlyn Hunter, by the way," I added to Gabriel before turning to Jay, "Where's your other half anyway?"
"Right here, darling," the suave voice greeted my ears. I closed my eyes and counted to ten before opening them again.
Oh lookie! It's the Hotties United! I wonder if anyone has ever told them to get matching uniforms?
All five of the Lightning Devils sat at Gabriel's and my table, ultimately disrupting my chance to get to know him better. Leo, as I predicted, chose to sit right next to me, while the blond-highlighted-brunette from earlier sat on my left. "Jordan Grayson, at your service," he spoke directly into my ear, "I heard you. You really should join us,"
I narrowed my eyes and glowered at Jay. Jay noticed my look, and said, "Jordan's the bassist,"
"Like I even care!" I cried, "Then what are you? The lead asshole!?"
Jay bit into a chicken sandwich lazily. "It's lead guitarist and vocalist. I'm pretty sure I told you that I play lead guitar? But of course, I'd hand half that position of a vocalist over to you if you agree to come into our band,"
"Fat chance, Stanford,"
"It's Jayden, kitty."
"Like I give a damn,"
I snuck a glance at Gabriel, trying to give him a look of apology, but he was staring at the black-haired guy. Said black-haired guy lifted up a can of whatever fancy-schmancy drink they drink to his lips and turned to face me.
"Lancelot Montague, keyboardist," he said shortly before opening a well-worn copy of War and Peace.
O-kay. The keyboardist is a bookworm. So that means that not all of the Devils are male-bimbos. I studied Lancelot closer, to see that he had navy highlights in his black hair. That's pretty cool, considering the fact that he's a guy. He must have a rare sense of style or something.
The copper-haired guy waved a hand in front of my face. "It's Tyson Gyles, if you're wondering," he said pleasantly. This hot guy's got manners. I might get to like him after all. "I play the drums,"
Tyson gestured over to Lancelot. "We just call him Lance. He's always reading, so don't mind him,"
I looked at Leo. What does he play, exactly? Definitely not the violin to attract hordes of female fans. They're rock band, for goodness' sake. If it was the electric violin…
As if he had read my mind, Leo said, "I'm the rhythm guitarist, and I'm also usually saddled with the administrative area of the band,"
"You? A debonair casanova a manager?" I echoed, "That is such a joke,"
"You seem to think that everything we do is a joke, kitty," Jay said, leaning forward and swiping the muffin Gabriel had given me. Stupid little thief.
"That was mine," I said firmly, staring at Jay stonily.
"Oh, too bad," Jay bit into the chocolate pastry, "But I could always get you another one if you agree to join us,"
I sighed noisily, and rubbed my temples. Pretty soon, I am gonna sprout white hair. "I can't sing. How many times do I have to tell you that?"
Jay looked right into my eyes, his sea-foam orbs piercing into my drab, brown ones. "For as many times until you give in and join," he said confidently, flashing me a winning smile, "The art of pestering another is timeless, you know,"
"Wow. To think being annoying is actually an art to master," I commented, my voice dripping with sarcasm, "Because I thought it came to you naturally,"
Jay put a hand over his chest. I think it's his favourite pose or something, because I've seen him do that for a number of times this morning. "I am naturally talented at most things, but pestering is a very delicate art. It took me years to master,"
"Yeah, when you started talking, your training started,"
"How'd you guess?" Jay asked me delightedly.
"Because I'm psychic," I replied, rolling my eyes.
"You want Kaitlyn to be in your band?" Gabriel asked unexpectedly out of nowhere.
Leo turned to him, surprised. "Why, of course. That's the sole reason why we sat here today. This cutie here-," he gestured over to me, "-absolutely refuses to join. We're trying to convince her to join us. We need her,"
Gabriel furrowed his eyebrows. "Only you and Jayden?"
Leo shook his head, tossing his fine mane of hair in the process, making him look more leonine, like his namesake. "Jordan, Tyson and Lance agreed too. We need a female singer for our band. It's all part of our grand master plan," he explained. He looked at Gabriel curiously and asked, "Why are you so eager to know, Lyndon?"
Gabriel turned to me, ignoring Leo's question. "Hey, Kaitlyn, why don't you try it out for a while? It might be a good chance to get some experience or something,"
What!? Now Gabriel has turned against me!? I'm soooo doomed. "What!? I thought you were my friend!!!" I cried, feeling betrayed.
Gabriel chuckled. "Kaitlyn, I still am your friend, and as a friend, I think it's a good opportunity and experience for you to join a band," he said, smiling at me. His smile was so whole-hearted; I couldn't help but give in. What happened to iron-willed Kaitlyn? She must've been on a different plane or something.
"Fine," I gave in, sighing. I seem to be doing that a lot these days. The stress in getting onto me. I need chocolate. NOW. "But don't regret it. I suck ass in singing,"
Not to mention, I have a stage-phobia, I added silently.
Jay happily sucked in the last remains of his orange juice in a carton. "Okay!! We have a slot in a concert tonight. Come by at five to get ready,"
WHAT!? I JUST JOINED AND THEY EXPECT ME TO START WORKING RIGHT AWAY!?
"Uh, hello? But if you haven't noticed, you just recruited me into your band at, oh, about, FIVE SECONDS AGO!?"
Jay stood up, as well as Lance, who was still reading (I guess he reads while walking) and Tyson. "Of course I know, but we're gonna be playing a few songs that you might be familiar with,"
"Are you unable to remember things or what?" I asked him desperately, "Because, F-Y-I, I have never, ever heard of your band until today and I don't know any of your songs!"
Leo arched his eyebrow. "My dear, why are you so anxious to not perform? I mean, that's what you'll mostly be doing now that you're in our band,"
I didn't reply, because I was busy blocking the unspeakable thoughts that were pouring into my mind.
I don't want it to happen anymore. Never. Ever. Again.
That's exactly what I did, when I heard Jay's voice. My jaw lost its hinges and dropped open like that old, defective mailbox Aunt Elle was planning to replace yesterday, and I let go of my paintbrush, watching it as it slowly fell onto the ground; it was as if time had slowed down or something.
I turned around as I bent down to pick up the fallen paintbrush, trying to muster up as much confidence and dignity as possible. "What are you doing here!?"
Jay responded with the fast-becoming-familiar playboy grin of his and held up a flower pot with a single, white daisy planted in. "The weather's pretty good and the flowers are as fresh as this daisy," he said, "Guess now I know your dirty little secret!"
He started chuckling at his poor attempt to make a pun. Apparently, Mr. Band Leader thought he was a born comedian. Like, dream on dude.
"On to a more serious note," I heard Leo say as he came up behind Jay, "Jay's hunch was right. You can sing,"
I snorted and rolled my eyes. "Yeah right, sing like a walrus,"
I looked over expectantly at Jay, waiting for some kind of agreement from him. Instead, all he said was, "Join us, kitty."
It was as if I had gone crazy. I started laughing this delusional, maniacal, mad-woman laugh, making Jay and Leo watch me with concern. I could imagine what they were thinking right now.
'Is this girl in her right state of mind? Has she gone round the bend?'
"You have got. To be. Joking." I said curtly, bending down to pick up my paintbrush. I wonder why I even talk to them. Sure, I mean, they're hot, good-looking and all, but they are so full of crap.
Join them? Nuh-uh. No way am I ever going to perform singing. I mean, you could DIE when you sing you know. Did you know, a band was performing outdoors, and the singer had to go to the hospital later because he got struck by lightning? Apparently, his microphone was like a lightning conductor and he was holding onto it, so it all adds up to: FATALITY.
I know. I ripped off from NigaHiga. Who cares?
And it's true I made up that fact. But I mean, it's possible! Just add in some simple sciences about lightning and steel, it's a perfectly good hypothesis that just hasn't been proven yet.
"We're not joking," Jay said dryly, folding his arms across his chest. Didn't anyone ever tell him that only girls do that now? "I've always been pretty spot-on with my gut instinct. I can tell when someone has a good musical talent. You, my kitty, have a voice,"
"I don't lie to pretty damsels like you," Leo said with an impish wink. Ugh. There for a moment, I thought he was being very serious and all grown-up.
"Sure you don't," I said sarcastically, "I guess that's why Buffy, Muffy and Betsy were bawling their eyes out in the girls' washroom when I went in there,"
Leo held up an informing finger. "For your information, dear, it's Brenda, Miranda and Britney," he said, "And they were just a bit too much for me. I prefer simple, cute, wholesome girls like you."
Damn, that guy's got no pride. "I'm sure as hell that the fact that I can't sing is true," I lashed out at them, "And do you know the meaning to the phrase 'respect one's privacy'!? Or do you need someone to translate that into the language of flirts!?"
My breathing went all ragged because of the exertion of forceful, negative energy I used on Jay and Leo. Yoga doesn't work for some people, apparently. All those yoga classes I was forced to take with my ex-best friend were just a waste of time and money.
I want my money back.
I dropped the paintbrush I was holding onto the table next to the palette and stormed out, grabbing my backpack as I went.
"Daaaamn," I heard someone else say, "Jay, Leo, you guys picked one tough chick to mess with,"
Chick!? Excuse me, but do you see any yellow fluffy feathers on me!?
"Oh shut up, Jordan," Jay growled, "But mark my words, we're gonna get her in the band somehow,"
Yeah right. Like that'll ever happen. This is me they're talking about. The one who stood up to the entire senior football and basketball team in her sophomore year because they were bullying a freshman kid for being gay. I can definitely stand up against a pair of airheads.
I managed to avoid direct contact with Jay and Leo for the rest of the morning. Both of them mostly had classes with me, but I ignored them and pretended to be immersed into my class work, occasionally tapping my head with a pencil then going, "Aha!!" which they would look over at me, with hopes of talking to me, but by then, I'd be back into my semi-dreamworld.
Oh, I'm good.
By lunch, I successfully managed to maneuver my way out of the classroom and hall and into the cafeteria without any of the twin playboys catching up with me. I sat at an empty table, sighing as I set my bag down. It was as if my own body was mocking me, but my stomach growled to accentuate the fact that I was tired, friendless and pissed off. My day is soooo ruined.
"Hungry?"
A fair-skinned, dark-haired guy set down his tray in front of me, taking up a seat. His appearance literally took my breath away. His locks were luxuriously wavy; my mom would've been drooling over it, and his skin was so damn flawless that it could've even put the most beautiful supermodels to shame.
His eyes were a strange mix of hazel and blue, but it was still pretty. I do tend to concentrate most on the eyes when I do a portrait of someone, because lifeless eyes mean a pointless portrait.
"I thought gentlemen were supposed to pretend they don't hear a lady's stomach growl," I muttered, scowling up at him.
The guy let out a deep-throated chuckle and pushed a chocolate muffin my way. "Well, I was told that I wasn't that much of a gentleman," he said, amusement twinkling in his eyes, "My name's Gabriel Lyndon."
"Gabriel…like the angel?"
"I've been told," He chuckled, "What's your name?"
"Kitty Girl," I answered sarcastically as Jay flashed into my mind.
"Finally, you acknowledge the name I gave you,"
My blood ran cold and I saw Jay sliding onto the bench next to Gabriel. "What the hell are you doing?" I hissed at him, "Go play with your harem or something!"
Jay looked offended. "Who says I have a harem? I may be the hottest guy around, being able to tame multiple women older than I to do my bidding, but I certainly, most absolutely, do not have a harem!"
Looks like Jayden's picked up a few lines from Leo.
"It's Kaitlyn Hunter, by the way," I added to Gabriel before turning to Jay, "Where's your other half anyway?"
"Right here, darling," the suave voice greeted my ears. I closed my eyes and counted to ten before opening them again.
Oh lookie! It's the Hotties United! I wonder if anyone has ever told them to get matching uniforms?
All five of the Lightning Devils sat at Gabriel's and my table, ultimately disrupting my chance to get to know him better. Leo, as I predicted, chose to sit right next to me, while the blond-highlighted-brunette from earlier sat on my left. "Jordan Grayson, at your service," he spoke directly into my ear, "I heard you. You really should join us,"
I narrowed my eyes and glowered at Jay. Jay noticed my look, and said, "Jordan's the bassist,"
"Like I even care!" I cried, "Then what are you? The lead asshole!?"
Jay bit into a chicken sandwich lazily. "It's lead guitarist and vocalist. I'm pretty sure I told you that I play lead guitar? But of course, I'd hand half that position of a vocalist over to you if you agree to come into our band,"
"Fat chance, Stanford,"
"It's Jayden, kitty."
"Like I give a damn,"
I snuck a glance at Gabriel, trying to give him a look of apology, but he was staring at the black-haired guy. Said black-haired guy lifted up a can of whatever fancy-schmancy drink they drink to his lips and turned to face me.
"Lancelot Montague, keyboardist," he said shortly before opening a well-worn copy of War and Peace.
O-kay. The keyboardist is a bookworm. So that means that not all of the Devils are male-bimbos. I studied Lancelot closer, to see that he had navy highlights in his black hair. That's pretty cool, considering the fact that he's a guy. He must have a rare sense of style or something.
The copper-haired guy waved a hand in front of my face. "It's Tyson Gyles, if you're wondering," he said pleasantly. This hot guy's got manners. I might get to like him after all. "I play the drums,"
Tyson gestured over to Lancelot. "We just call him Lance. He's always reading, so don't mind him,"
I looked at Leo. What does he play, exactly? Definitely not the violin to attract hordes of female fans. They're rock band, for goodness' sake. If it was the electric violin…
As if he had read my mind, Leo said, "I'm the rhythm guitarist, and I'm also usually saddled with the administrative area of the band,"
"You? A debonair casanova a manager?" I echoed, "That is such a joke,"
"You seem to think that everything we do is a joke, kitty," Jay said, leaning forward and swiping the muffin Gabriel had given me. Stupid little thief.
"That was mine," I said firmly, staring at Jay stonily.
"Oh, too bad," Jay bit into the chocolate pastry, "But I could always get you another one if you agree to join us,"
I sighed noisily, and rubbed my temples. Pretty soon, I am gonna sprout white hair. "I can't sing. How many times do I have to tell you that?"
Jay looked right into my eyes, his sea-foam orbs piercing into my drab, brown ones. "For as many times until you give in and join," he said confidently, flashing me a winning smile, "The art of pestering another is timeless, you know,"
"Wow. To think being annoying is actually an art to master," I commented, my voice dripping with sarcasm, "Because I thought it came to you naturally,"
Jay put a hand over his chest. I think it's his favourite pose or something, because I've seen him do that for a number of times this morning. "I am naturally talented at most things, but pestering is a very delicate art. It took me years to master,"
"Yeah, when you started talking, your training started,"
"How'd you guess?" Jay asked me delightedly.
"Because I'm psychic," I replied, rolling my eyes.
"You want Kaitlyn to be in your band?" Gabriel asked unexpectedly out of nowhere.
Leo turned to him, surprised. "Why, of course. That's the sole reason why we sat here today. This cutie here-," he gestured over to me, "-absolutely refuses to join. We're trying to convince her to join us. We need her,"
Gabriel furrowed his eyebrows. "Only you and Jayden?"
Leo shook his head, tossing his fine mane of hair in the process, making him look more leonine, like his namesake. "Jordan, Tyson and Lance agreed too. We need a female singer for our band. It's all part of our grand master plan," he explained. He looked at Gabriel curiously and asked, "Why are you so eager to know, Lyndon?"
Gabriel turned to me, ignoring Leo's question. "Hey, Kaitlyn, why don't you try it out for a while? It might be a good chance to get some experience or something,"
What!? Now Gabriel has turned against me!? I'm soooo doomed. "What!? I thought you were my friend!!!" I cried, feeling betrayed.
Gabriel chuckled. "Kaitlyn, I still am your friend, and as a friend, I think it's a good opportunity and experience for you to join a band," he said, smiling at me. His smile was so whole-hearted; I couldn't help but give in. What happened to iron-willed Kaitlyn? She must've been on a different plane or something.
"Fine," I gave in, sighing. I seem to be doing that a lot these days. The stress in getting onto me. I need chocolate. NOW. "But don't regret it. I suck ass in singing,"
Not to mention, I have a stage-phobia, I added silently.
Jay happily sucked in the last remains of his orange juice in a carton. "Okay!! We have a slot in a concert tonight. Come by at five to get ready,"
WHAT!? I JUST JOINED AND THEY EXPECT ME TO START WORKING RIGHT AWAY!?
"Uh, hello? But if you haven't noticed, you just recruited me into your band at, oh, about, FIVE SECONDS AGO!?"
Jay stood up, as well as Lance, who was still reading (I guess he reads while walking) and Tyson. "Of course I know, but we're gonna be playing a few songs that you might be familiar with,"
"Are you unable to remember things or what?" I asked him desperately, "Because, F-Y-I, I have never, ever heard of your band until today and I don't know any of your songs!"
Leo arched his eyebrow. "My dear, why are you so anxious to not perform? I mean, that's what you'll mostly be doing now that you're in our band,"
I didn't reply, because I was busy blocking the unspeakable thoughts that were pouring into my mind.
I don't want it to happen anymore. Never. Ever. Again.
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