I sat down at the table the next morning, awkwardly eating while mum made dad breakfast. We didn't mention the night before. But it was burning my insides knowing she knew what I was doing.

Dad sat down across from me and grabbed the paper, scanning for his favorite section.

"So Geo, how'd you sleep?"

I was about to eat a spoonful of cereal when I froze. Mum glanced at me and shook her head.

"Um, fine. Just fine." I answered.

He nodded, not noticing the awkwardness. I finished up my food and heard the car horn outside.

"Well, that's me. I'll see ye later." I stood up and grabbed my school bag, heading to the door.

"Uh, Georgie...wait." mum said running over to me. We stood in the open doorway.

"Mum about last night I..."

"No, not that. But since ye did mention it...here."

She handed me a small box of...Condoms!? I groaned and shut my eyes.

"Mum!"

"It's better to be safe than sorry. I don't want my son coming home with an accident. Now that I know everything works..down there."

I turned red. "Mum please! Can we not??"

"What's goin on!?" Dad shouted from the kitchen.

"Nothing of your concern love!" Mom shouted.

She grabbed the box and put them in my bag. I felt even worse than last night.

"I gotta go." I said scratching the back of my head.

"Alright. Have a good day Georgie. Use one of if you have to." She whispered in my ear as she hugged me.

"Oh god. Bye mum."

I made my way to the lads, getting in the backseat. I took a deep breath.

"Ye alright George?" Richard asked.

"Yeah. Atleast I think."

..

I sat in class, watching Tracy as she giggled with a few other girls. God she was so pretty. Ever since she's been with Mick, her confidence level has been higher than ever. But sometimes I wonder if she didn't just use me that night. Did I mean nothing at all?

I wrote down notes and sighed, drowning out the teachers voice. Soon I was doodling a guitar.

"Excuse us class, we have a new student."

I rolled my eyes and kept to my drawing, resting my head on the cold desk.

"You can sit next to George. George raise your hand." The teacher spoke.

I raised it and closed my eyes. The teacher mumbling to himself as other students giggled. I heard shifting around as someone sat in the seat next to me. I yawned and turned around, looking at the person in the desk next to me.

She turned to me and smiled, then looked back at the teacher. I blinked and sat up, staring at her.

"Olivia." She said grabbing her notes. I broked my concentration and spoke.

"W...what?"

She giggled and looked at me from under her eyelashes. "My name. It's Olivia."

I smiled. "George. That's um, my name. My name is George."

She bit her lip, trying to hold back a smile. "Yeah I um, got that from the teacher just a minute ago."

I nodded. "Right. Yes."

I slumped down in my seat, making a complete fool of myself. She began taking notes, glancing at me now and then. From the distance, I could see Tracy watching, a jealous look in her eyes.

..

"...How about, The Death rattlers?" Paul said pointing at another name on the list. John sighed.

"For the hundredth time Paul were not naming our band The Death Rattlers!"

"Fine then. I seem to be the only one spitballin names 'ere. Ye got somethin better, let's hear it!" Paul said offendedly.

"How about The Beatles?" I said staring at Olivia sit at a table alone, eating her lunch. The breeze flowing through her hair, making her look flawless.

We were in the field as usual, sitting on the grass, smoking weed and eating before we left off to Richard's.

"Aye that's not bad. I mean it sounds out of the ordinary, it's catchy, vintage. Like a band from the sixties."

"I don't want to sound like a bloody band from the sixties." Paul said rummaging through his school bag for a lighter. I pulled out mine and lit his cigarette for him.

"Thanks mate."

"Look, were not makin any progress here. All we do is slag off each other and mess about. As the leader of this band, I'm goin to set us straight. We have exactly nine days until the weekend of the contest. If we dont shape up until then, we might as well let those Rolling Stones sons of bitches win." John said the last part angrily.

"Calm down John. Look, we'll go down to Richard's, write, experiment, and we'll see what happens from there." Paul said.

The bell rang and we all stood up, brushing ourselves off. As we headed to the parking lot, I looked back, watching Olivia gather her things and make her way back inside the building.

..

Four Hours Later

We practiced, sang, wrote, did a little acid, wrote, weed, wrote, more acid, wrote, crashed out on the sofa, watched reruns of The Flinstones, then decided to call it a day.

"Whelp I think we did lots today. I'm proud of you lads." John smiled, nudging Richard to get off him as we all layed on the sofa.

We were getting our things to go off home when there was a loud screeching noise outside, then a crash.

I froze as Richard ran out the door. "No! No no no no!"

We all followed him outside and froze when we saw Richard's car up in flames.

"Holy shit! Someone call an..."

The was a loud explosion as people ran out of their homes.

"I called nine one one!" One neighbor yelled. Richard sank down on the ground, looking sad. Paul walked over to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

"I'm sorry mate."

John shook his head angrily. "I know who did this. Those fuckin bastards!"

"John, you don't know that." I said.

"Oh I know. They know Richard's car is our way of gettin around. They don't want us enterin that competition. Fucking hell I'm goin to get them even if it lands me in jail."

It didn't take long for the authorities to come over and set the fire out. Richard looking glum as Paul talked to him. He nodded as anger took over his pain.

He stormed off down the road, Paul and John trailing. I ran over to them and walked next to John.

"What are we doing? What's goin to happen now?" I asked worriedly.

John smirked. "They're playin tonight. Keith is always drivin in that Impala of his. He loves that thing more than his own fuckin girlfriend."

"And??" I asked as we entered a small convenient store.

"Were gettin revenge." Richard said, grabbing some lighter fluid off a shelf, along with a box of matches

....