Author: FireFlyAnn95 PM
After her identical brother encountered a horrible wreck, Zera must take his place in an all boys' school and in an all boys' band. Not only are the six boys intimidating, and gorgeous, they are also demanding, however, Zera's full of spunk and will take nothing from no one. Six boys one girl, things are going to be tense. Rated T for future violent scenes. Please, R&R.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Romance - Chapters: 7 - Words: 9,749 - Reviews: 13 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 8 - Updated: 10-30-12 - Published: 09-14-12 - id: 3058300
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I must tell you this chapter is a bit confusing between POV. It's all Zera or Zariah whichever one you want to call her through the entire thing, but I call her him and him her. If you read, you'll see what I mean. Just know that, for now, Zera and Zariah are the same person.
Zariah watched Jason walk off. Nice kid. Too bad he's afraid of social standards. Zariah stood up, tray in hand, and crossed the room to the garbage can. He dumped his remaining food and placed the tray on the counter.
Once he turned, an array of voices began to chant, "Fight! Fight! Fight!" and a wave of people darted toward the bathroom. Zera wanted to go see, and since both her and her brother loved to watch a good fight, she hurried to the center of the fast growing ring of people.
He squeezed, ducked, shoved and dodged the massive amount of boys to get near the center of the semi-circle, but once there, he found another semi-circle created by the boys of Nightide, who were blocking most of the view of the fight. Zariah squeezed through a few more people and came out on the side where the smallest member, the nerd, stood, blocking people.
Zariah, being a half-inch shorter tiptoed to see what was going on then decided to slide to the left and look past his shoulder. What he saw enraged him, for Jason was thrown by his shirt against the wall. The first boy he'd seen, the biker one, lifted Jason and plowed him to the wall and held him there while muttering something incoherent.
Zariah pushed the smaller boy to the side with a quick fluid, un-harmful motion hurried into the fight. He jerked against the biker boy's arm. He lost his grip and dropped Jason. He glared at Zariah and the room silenced.
"What do you think you are doing?" biker boy demanded.
"Me? I'm not the one beating up a kid," Zariah spat. Biker Boy pushed Zariah's shoulder then returned his attention back to Jason.
By now Zera was sick of the nonsense, but she feared her actions would not help her brother any. However, her attitude shifted when Biker Boy reached back to punch Jason. Zariah grabbed his arm and jerked him around. Before anything more could be said, Zariah had release a punch with such a force that it toppled Biker Boy over unconscious—which was his intent to begin with.
Everyone stood dumbstruck, except for Nightide, who were stepping closer. Zariah brought up his fist, "By all means, if you want to be on the floor unconscious, step closer!" The group stilled. "Jason, you okay?"
Jason forced his body off the ground and stood behind Zariah, "I'm fine, but where did you learn to knock someone out like that?"
"Doesn't matter." Truth was neither Zera nor Zariah ever liked to mention where they'd learned to fight because they'd learned by defending themselves since they were young. He always fought for her, but he never would have interfered with something like this, instead he would have watched and chanted with the other. But Zera could not stand for social injustice.
"Zariah," the smallest boy, the one she'd pushed to begin with, stated firmly: "This is a direct violation of your contract; if you will, please, follow me, we will discuss this incident amongst ourselves."
He did not look at Zariah to see if he was following, he merely began to move forward. The crowd split and departed. Zariah, knowing this was going to end like a nightmare, clenched his teeth together and followed like a punished dog. But it was not the fear of these boys that had Zariah worried, he could always knock them out, but it was Ross who scared, petrified, him.
As Zariah began to follow, the other members of Nightide lifted the first boy and tagged along, however, Zariah felt as if they were guarding him from fleeing, which by this point was a high possibility, but she had a responsibility and a promise to keep. She had to remain as Zariah and fix this.
So, he clenched his fist and marched after the nerdy one. The boy ahead of her glided down the cool halls making no sound as his shoes touched the hard floor. His steps were like that of a ghost, soundless and he radiated a mature air that did not fit his childish and nerdish appearance. Is he the leader? Zera wondered.
Why hadn't she paid attention to her brother when he spoke fondly of Nightide? The only other thing she could remember besides the band name was their names, but she could not remember whose name belonged to whom.
The kid paused in front of a thick brown door with a gold covered knob and inserted a key. With a small click and a shove, the door opened. "Come in, Zariah. We have much to discuss," his collective voice ordered. Until now Zariah had not realized how silent the hall had been. The kid entered and Zariah followed and found himself in a recording studio mixed with a lounge. The others filed in.
The boy with the black suit on and the boy in complete white lifted Biker Boy into a chair and dropped him. "Dude, loose some pounds," the boy in black said.
"Cass, you might just need to exercise more, instead of hanging out with your girls," the boy who'd flexed teased.
"Why would I, Luke? They run after me one way or another," Cass replied grinning from ear to ear. Zariah wanted to slap him.
"So, we ready?" drummer boy questioned as he shut the door. With his words everyone faced Zariah. Nerd stood closer than necessary, but Zariah figured he was trying to figure something out.
"Well, what do you have to say?"
"If you want me to apologize, you can forget it. That jerk deserved it and I'll do it to anyone else who tries to make me say sorry," Zariah promised locking eyes with Nerd. They stood with an inch separating them—width wise.
"Something's wrong with you," Nerd said. The others stood looking shocked.
"Like what?" Zariah demanded his anger rising.
"You're shorter. You used to be an inch taller than me."
"Excuse me," Zera retorted in a way she knew her brother would have spoken. He hated to fist fight, but he loved to argue; "Not like I could help I got in a car accident and had surgery."
Nerd backed off, "Really? I'd heard about the accident but not the surgery."
"Yeah, well, my manager decided to keep that a secret," Zariah continued to respond curtly.
"Sorry," Nerd apologized; "So, I'm guessing you have amnesia, too, since you have obviously no idea who you just knocked out."
"Yeah," Zariah began softer, "I lost most of my short term memory. I can't remember anything from the past couple of months."
"What do you remember?" a new voice asked. It belonged to the boy in white.
"My name, my age, basics, how to play my instruments, how to sing, how to play basketball, simple things I've done for years, and obviously I haven't forgotten how to fight."
"So you don't remember me?" the blond drummer question with a pout. He's so cute. Zera complained. Zariah shook his head. "Oh, no fair. Don't you remember anyone?"
Zariah shook his head again. "Well, let's begin the introductions," Nerd said.
"That's Luke," he pointed to the boy who'd flexed; "We call him Cass, he won't even tell us his real name," he pointed to the boy in the black suit; "That's Jeremy," he was the blond drummer; "That's August," the boy in complete white; "The one presently knocked out would be Zachary. And I'm Duskin."
"So, you've forgotten everything?" Cass inquired as he plopped down on the couch and propped his feet up on the table. Zariah fought to still his tongue, but the words spilled through his lips.
"Get your feet off the table. Do you know how disrespectful that is?"
Cass laughed, "Well, that hasn't changed any, too bad, I miss putting my feet on the table. "So, let's get down to business. You broke the contract, so you have to pay."
The others sat back. Jeremy sat on a stool facing the station. August leaned against the wall, Duskin sat in the chair facing Cass. Zariah remained standing by the table.
"You have to wake up Zach and apologize."
"No," Zariah replied instantly.
Cass leaned forward and smiled cruelly, "Yes, you will, because you signed a contract stating if you disobeyed the rules you would gratefully accept punishment."
"Well, I don't remember that," Zariah retorted.
"Yeah, but you didn't remember us either, so you will listen and take this water bottle and soak Zach." Cass tossed the bottle.
The wet clear bottle landed perfectly in Zariah's hands. "No, I won't. We can wait. And if you're so impatient, you do it." He tossed the bottle back.
"Zariah, use it!" Cass demanded standing and pushing the bottle into his hands.
Zariah clenched his teeth. "Fine," he spat. "I'll use it." Cass sat back down with a triumphant grin. Zariah removed the lid and dropped in on the table; then he faced Zachary, but paused before throwing it. Again he faced Cass. "Are you sure this is cold enough to wake him?"
"Of course," Cass replied. Zariah noticed Jeremy chewing his gum quicker. None would have suspected what Zariah did next.
"Well let's see!" He exclaimed and tossed the water onto Cass.
That's it for this chapter hoped you liked it. Please read and review and please tell me if you notice anything wrong through a PM. Also tell me which boy you like the best so far.