Summary:I thought Jonah was innocent, that was until he asked me:"If you don't plan to fornicate with me, why are you speaking to me?" From there he started disturbing my peace, abusing his charm, and trying to ruin me. He's way more bad-ass then I thought he was.

You're Probably More Fun without a Shirt

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Prologue

You almost always pick the best time,
to drop the worst lines

Jonah Brighton sat in front of me in English class. He had a mole on his neck that was almost the shape of a heart and an attitude impossible to decipher. Everyday I'd just watch the back of his head and I'm sure I memorized every single detail of it. He had long brunette curls that barely reached his small ears. He had both his ears pierced and wore a silver chain. He was pale, the kind of pale that almost made him look sickly. The first time I actually saw his face I was awestruck. I never considered myself one of those boy crazy girls but he interested me. Jonah Brighton was gorgeous. He wasn't your bad-boy gorgeous or football player gorgeous. No, he had this innocent face that almost always seemed to be unreadable. I could stare at him for days and not feel in the least bit creepy. My friend Lita calls me a class A stalker, but if I don't feel too much like a creep I figure I'm not one.

I also figured I knew Jonah, even though I never spoke to him I figured I knew him well; just from watching him. This - like most things in my life - turned out to be wrong. Just plain wrong.

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"Can you believe this shit? Josh quit, just like that. No warning or anything!" Lita complained. Her bright red hair was in a high pony-tail and every time she raised her voice it would swish to the side. I tried reasoning with her but when she was angry she wouldn't listen to anyone. Josh was the lead guitarist in our band, TheeUglyAmericans!,and after receiving yet another fail in English his dad forced him to quit the band. Lita played the drums and did back-up vocals while I was the lead singer. Our friend Chris played the guitar and his twin Carsten was our bassist.

"I'm sure we can find someone else," I began to defend Josh but stopped talking when she glared at me. Her glare was actually quite frightening, that or I was a coward. It was just something about her bright green eyes that seemed devilish when she glared.

She jumped down from the brick wall I was sitting on and placed her hands on her hips. People walking by just stared at her oddly or walked around her. The bell would ring soon and I'd be away from her evil glare and constant complaints. Lita could be annoying sometimes; she had one of those tempers you had to watch out for. You had to watch everything you said or did because you just didn't know what would set her off.

"Are you stupid or something? I know you had a crush on him, but our first gig is in a month! How can we find a new guitar player that doesn't suck ass in a month?" She screeched. I gagged at the idea of liking Josh. Josh wasn't an ugly guy, he just had huge holes in his ears that stunk when he didn't have earrings in them; no way in hell was that attractive.

"Hey I don't like him," I countered. A mousy looking girl stopped what she was doing to watch us and Lita quickly rounded on her.

"Whatare you looking at?" She hissed. The girl quickly turned her head and pretended to be talking to her friends.

"Look, Lita. We both know I don't like Josh." I assured her. She rolled her eyes at me and defiantly crossed her arms.

"Yep because you stalk Jonah, obsession much." She laughed. I was about to retort to what she said but she started squealing. It was something completely out of character for her.

"That's who we can get!" She squealed excitedly. I figured something caused her to have an epiphany, the answer to our problems.

"Who?" I asked.

"Jonah of course. Remember last year? He was in the talent show with that dickwad Jessie. They preformed their own song and it was pretty kick-ass." She reminded me. I bit my lip while thinking about what it would be like to have Jonah in our group. There wasn't any way I'd be able to form perfect sentences, let alone perform in front of him. It just wouldn't work-out; I'd probably be tripping and falling about the stage. I shuttered at the idea of pure embarrassment in front of my crush.

"No way in hell, in this universe, in this century!" I bellowed. Lita rose one of her perfectly arched eyebrows at me.

"Do you really want to get on my bad side? You have English first period, just talk to your lover boy and see if he'll agree. If he doesn't agree I'll personally castrate him with a toe-nail. Look on the bright side; you may be able to make a move on him." Lita encouraged me. I didn't know how to deny her so I numbly, dumbly, nodded my head 'yes' or okay. I was agreeing on my own personal doom. Before either of us could make a comment the bell rang and I was on my way to doom.

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Woke up in a dark room

I couldn't find the light

It was lost

I'm screaming and fighting

'cause the chains have me bound down

Break me lose, only if you're there

Are you there?

Am I alone?

Chorus:

Help me, I'm trapped

I wanna get away

But there's no help here for me

I'm buried in darkness

Darkness, Darkness, Let me lose

I glanced up from the song I was writing and stared at the back of Jonah's head, something changed about him. I traced his form with my eyes before realizing he only had one earring when he usually had one in both ears. The bell rang, suddenly in my opinion, and I was brought back to reality. If I didn't gain the courage to ask Jonah to be in our band Lita would kill me, literally.

"Um Jonah," I called out to him as he put his backpack on his shoulder. He froze in what I suspected to be surprise and then sharply turned to face me. His eyes were blue, a bright blue. He had a tattoo of a skull on his arm; I never saw it before. I wondered why. I took note of actually being face to face with him. He had another tattoo on his other arm of a bat. Bats are ugly.

"I-I-I, Um," I stuttered unable to get what I wanted to say formed right; it just wouldn't come out right. His eyes narrowed at me as he let out what I assumed to be a snort.

"If you don't plan to fornicate with me, why are you speaking to me?" He questioned me. The first thing he said to me was unbelievable. That was the first thing he said to me. It was something degrading that got under my skin and made me want to strangle him. Innocent my ass, he was a dick. For someone with such strong opinions I couldn't move my lips to answer him. He scoffed then turned away from me - rudely - and walked away leaving behind an air of conceit that nearly choked me to death.

Jonah Brighton, the love of my life, was a complete asshole.

A/N: Review if you want me to continue, if i see that i'm going nowhere with this story I won't continue it. Well, i'm back. I've been having a form of writers block and took down some of the stories I was working on. Then today this popped into my head, actually i've been having a lot of story ideas lately, but this is the only one that really interested me.

-Tana