Hey guys, for some reason Wattpad is being a butt and it's not letting me write in bold but whatevs. So anyways this chapter is a bit interesting, and I know I haven't updated in a long time, but I warned you guys, I don't update often. Anyways thanks for reading and enjoy! Dedicated to: @authorchild . I figured out how to bold it so...nvm. So VOTE, COMMENT, SHARE, LIKE, blah blah blah, you get the picture.

The piercing cry of the school bell was heard all over the school as the bell for lunch started ringing.

I walked towards the cafeteria, not looking forward to the hassle of lunch, something that I normally welcomed, but didn't feel like going through with this new haircut and all.

I walk over to the lunch line and look who I'm right behind - Adrian. Yipee.

Looking over my shoulder, I wonder if anyone else was getting in line, but just my luck; everyone else had magically disappeared.

I start looking at the notifications on my phone until I hear a voice.

"So, how's it going?"

Moving my head to look up in front of me my lips met another pair of lips, and I quickly move my head, but it's locked in place, with a hand trapping my head to the person's mouth.

Quickly, I pry their fingers off of the back of my head and I start gasping for breath and I'm met with a startling pair of Adrian's eyes.

"What the HELL was that for?" I growled out.

"Nothing, it was just a heat of the moment thing," he says, but his twinkling eyes say otherwise. "Oh really? What was it? A bet?"

"No, you know that it was just an accident Lenora, and that it just happened, it's not like I forced myself onto you or anything." He flashed a wicked smile at me and said, "Cause I don't have to."

I looked at him coldly and said, "Then let's just forget about it and move on."

Moving my head back down, his hand grasps my chin and lifts it back up and my eyes meet an intense stare which in all honesty was quite intimidating, but I'm not a person who easily backs down in anything, especially to someone like Adrian. I look around me and I'm suddenly aware that people are starting to stare at scene unfolding with me and Adrian being to the two people creating the scene. I see one person who I now realize had recorded the whole exchange.

I slap him right across the cheek, leaving a shocked Adrian in front of me.

"YOU ASSHOLE! It was all a bet, wasn't it!?"

"Well- " "Just shut up and leave, if I ever see you in my line of sight again, I will make sure to personally castrate your balls and place them on the tallest flagpole this school has, or I'll just shove them down your throat, either one works for me."

I march out of there with whatever dignity I have left and I start at a fast paced run, stopping only when I bumped into a certain freckled, green-eyed brunette.

"Hey, where are you heading off to? Are you okay? You look like you've been crying, here, let me -"

"Amy, I'm fine."

"Oh, I'm sorry...do you want to talk about it?" she asked hesitantly. "Umm, no thank you, but wasn't I supposed to sit at your lunch table today?" "Sure," she said brightly, "follow me."

I follow her into the cafeteria and into the back corner. I realize the table that she's heading to, and I stop in my tracks. It's the table with nerds, hipsters, skaters, everyone sitting next to each other. Like, Hakuna Matata style.

Sitting at that table was like committing social suicide; but that wasn't the reason why I had stopped. Clips of my freshman year started hurtling towards the front of my brain, flashing behind my eyes.

They were all of me sitting at the very table that I was heading towards right now, when I was still "La La Lenora," the best singer in the whole grade level with her own band and everything.

I stare ahead where an expectant Amy was waiting for me along with the rest of the table and I gasped. Everyone, all of my old friends from my past life were all gathered around that very table.

I look at Amy, and I stare at her for sometime until I'm convinced that I didn't know her from my freshman year.

Walking over to the table, all the looks that I receive were poker faces, until I see one face amidst the others, glaring at me, as if I had wronged him in some way, even though I had never really met this certain chocolate eyed boy, but I may be wrong; I mean, my ex-best friend was sitting at this very table, and I never even looked her way last year or sophomore year.

Amy eagerly sits down at the table and I sit down right beside her, and she immediately starts to introduce me.

"Everyone, this is Lenora, and she -" "Amy, we know who she is." A pair of soft, baby blue eyes look at me expectantly, as if they were asking for a long awaited apology, explanation, anything, for my absence from this very table for the last two years.

Amy looks bewilderingly all around the table, and her gaze settles on me, silently asking for an explanation. And if an explanation is what they both wanted, it was an explanation that they would get.

"Amy, I've already met most of the people on this table. In fact, I used to be best friends with virtually everyone here. We were all part of a band, the Purple Pandas, and I was their lead singer.

"There were twelve of us in the band, and all twelve of them are here, right now. We were as close as you could get to a family; we were there for each other, but that statement was to soon be proven wrong, and by who else other than me."

I felt a pair of deep brown eyes looking at me expectantly; it felt like he was burning a pair of holes into the side of my head. I took a deep breath and trudged on with my story.

"One day, Mike," I hear a gasp, "was doing some of the basic chords on the guitar. I started to do some tongue exercises and sing some scales. Then Mike left the room for something, and the next thing I know I was being whisked down the hallway by the person that I now call my best friend: Sophia Guadalupe."

When I say that I see the girl with the baby blue eyes flinch, as if I had harmed her, but looking back I probably did, I mean I did indirectly tell her that she was replaced by Sophia.

"Sophia told me that I could sing like an angel and I believed her. She had me selected into the top choir of our school and she made me sign up for singing competitions that I had never known about before. I was on a winning streak after I left all of you. I was the best of the best everywhere I went, and I got many record offers, but I took none of them, knowing that I would never want a life like that, a life of fame and little to no privacy, so I decided to stop my "career" there, but Sophia still appreciated my decision to leave that whole industry and everything that I had created all in the span of those two years - our freshman and sophomore years.

So yeah, that's kind of where the story is at right now..."

Amy looked at me wide-eyed, as if I was a totally different person.

"You're La La Lenora?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Oh, well, most of the people here agree that you truly are a wonderful singer."

"Oh, well, that's nice."

"Yeah."

Then Bea, the girl with the blue eyes, looked at me dead in the eye, and asked, "So, are you going to continue sitting at this table or what? Aren't you supposed to be with your wonderful, life-changing best friend? Or did she ditch you?"

I waved of the last couple of questions and looked at her straight in the eye and said, "Well, why don't we ask Amy here if I'm allowed to stay, since I'm here on her request alone anyways."

Amy managed to squeak out a tiny "yes," and Bea instantly relaxed, but a certain husky, yet taught voice had to interrupt this moment by saying "No."

I whipped my head over towards the source of the sound, and I instantly saw who had spoken. It was chocolate boy.

"Why would you invite some prissy ass bitch to come sit at our table Amy? You've seen her before haven't you? You know she would've never looked our way if it wasn't for that haircut of hers."

I felt tears pricking at my eyes, and I turned away, unable to say anything; I knew that a lot of people never liked me for some reason, but no one had ever had the courage to say it to my face until now.

Bea looked around in horror, but a tiny, warm hand grabbed mine under the table and pulled me to my feet. Amy looked defiantly at chocolate boy and said, "That's what you're forgetting Ethan. She did get the haircut and she did look our way; you're being blinded by your hate that she doesn't deserve. From what I hear, she took control of her life and she left you all, and yeah that might hurt, but she was taking control of her own life. Not everyone is going to stick around till the end. In fact, you're lucky she even came back at all. If I were you, I would have grabbed the chance to reconnect with her, but no, you're all too fogged up to see past your undeserved hate."

She looked at me with her blazing, clover green eyes and said, "Come on. I'm sorry that this happened, I didn't know that you had a history with them. Let's go."

We picked up our lunches and she confidently stomped out of the cafeteria with me trailing meekly behind her.

Picture: Ethan Brooks