Zero Percent

The "Welcome to Summit" sign greets us as Ray drives past it at 80 miles per hour.

"Don't worry about if they don't like you because they'll like you," Ray looks at me in the corner of his eye, as he turns a corner into another street with more cozy looking homes as well as more two-story houses.

"I don't care if they like me or not 'cause if they don't, they can fuck off," I say, smirking at him. He faces me with his eyebrows raised at me. "Ray!"

"Oh shi-" he swerves onto the other side of the road, narrowly missing a car that was coming towards us. "That was fun."

"Fun," I recite from memory, "an enjoyment, amusement, or light-heartened pleasure. That clearly was not an enjoyment to me because we nearly got into a car crash." I look at him to see his reaction, which was an Are You Kidding? look.

"Well, technically, I was distracted because of you. So ha! Beat that, Devil!" He says pointing at me, taking a hand off the steering wheel. He puts his hand back onto the steering wheel as I punch him in the shoulder for calling me by my so-called "nickname."

One day, Ray just called me Devil and I slapped him, asking him why he called me that. He simply told me that if you rearrange the letters in my name, you get Devil. I told him, "Sure, I'm not a very religious person, but you don't call someone Devil randomly." He apologized, saying that he would never call me that, unless I give him the permission to. I forgave him, telling him I never had a nickname so I was shocked at him to say that. Now he calls me Devil and I call him Afro-man, as a joke of course.

"The word "technically" is used improperly in your sentence, just saying," I give him a Know-Tt-All look, knowing that I'm right. He glances back a me for a second, scoffing at me.

"What does the word technically mean then, smartass?" He asks, waiting for my answer with his hands gripping the steering wheel slightly harder, while turning a corner.

"It means according to the facts or exact meaning of something. Plus, you could have just said," I repeat what he had said earlier, " 'Well, I was distracted because of you.' " I tap my fingers on my thighs and look up at him. He rolls his eyes and sighs in defeat.

"Yeah, I'm always wrong when it comes to arguing with you, aren't I?" He's admitting as I nod at him. "Just a heads up, you're staying at my house, since you didn't like the hotel the last time." I chuckle at him, mentally noting that I should get his family a huge gift basket in return of letting me stay at their house for a couple days. Ray snaps me out of my trance, mentioning that we're at the house. I look out the window, seeing that we're parked on the curb, and Ray's already out of the car. I climb out of the car as quick as I could grabbing my bag, trying to catch up with Ray. Once we're at the door, he knocks the door three times twice, having a pause between the two sets.

We hear a faint, "Come in!" and Ray opens the door letting me come in first. I walk in the house with two clicks from my heels. I cringe at the loud sound and stand awkwardly, until a woman walks into the room and walks over to Ray and greets him as if he's her son. "Raymond, how are you? I haven't seen you in months!" I mentally snicker at the name and make a note to ask if Raymond is his real name or not.

"I'm doing good Donna, how are you? It looks like you haven't aged a day since I've last seen you!" Ray says, cheerfully to her and hugs her. She hugs him back quite awkwardly since he's much taller than her. "By the way, this is my friend from New York," he points at me, "Videl Monet. Her parents are the doctors that did surgery on you a couple years back, remember?"

"Oh yes indeed I remember! They saved my life but I never got to thank them for what they did for me," she says looking up at the ceiling, as if reliving the day all over again. I smile, knowing that I'm standing in front of one of the patients that my parents saved. "Oh, hello honey. I'm sorry I didn't notice you there. I'm Donna Way, Gerard and Mikey's mother."

"I'm Videl Monet and it's a pleasure to meet you, Donna," I smile at her, trying to figure out why she was so familiar. She hugs me and says thank you and bless you into my shoulder. I hug her back, telling her you're welcome.When she lets go of me, she grabs a tissue and tells Ray that they're waiting for him in the basement. "She's really nice," I comment to Ray as he nods at me, telling me that we're going to the basement right now. I give him a confused look and he tells me that's where the band practice usually is. "Oh, makes more sense now," I nod, understanding him. Ray leads me to a door and waits a second before opening it. The first thing I see in the room is 4 guys, tons of sheets of music, and a box lying on the floor, spilling out guitar picks.

"Hey guys!" Ray greets, walking into the room, leaving me by the door awkwardly. I stand there until everyone finished their greetings and fixed my eyes on the spilled picks until I was introduced. "Oh, I have a surprise for the ban-"

"Is it food?"

"New guitars?"

"A record contract?"

"We're getting matching tattoos?" After that suggestion, everyone turns and stares at the tattooed guy as he shrugs at them. "What? Lots of bands do it."

"Okay, ignoring that last suggestion, Frank," Ray points towards Frank, the tattooed guy, "I got us a new co-lead singer!" Ray cheers as a guy with glasses gasps at him, with his eyes widening within the seconds that pass.

"What?! You just made a major decision without asking us or even telling us! What were you thinking? Were you even thinking?" They start debating about the decision with intense hand motions. I bite my bottom lip, knowing that I shouldn't come into the argument, even though it is about me.

When I look around, I take a glimpse at the guys. The first one has beat up black Converse on his feet, paired up with black ripped jeans, and a dirty, stained green shirt. I look at the guy's face immediately recognizing him. "Gerard?" I say out loud, my eyes widening by the second. I can't believe he's in the band. Oh man, this is going to be either awkward as hell or the best thing that happened.

His eyes widen, to say in return, "Videl? I haven't seen you in a couple years, but what are you do- Oh," Gerard's brain clicks and looks at Ray, understandingly. Ray nods at him and tells the guy with glasses that Gerard understands much better than he does. "Ray, this was the secret I almost caught you with earlier this morning? Mikey, Videl's a really good singer and I'm glad Ray knows her because if anybody's gonna be a co-lead singer in this band, it's gotta be her." I narrow my eyes at him, taking a couple steps towards him, asking how he knew I sang. "Oh, um," he looks towards the ground blushing, "I heard you a couple times while we were working together at the Cartoon Network building," he answers sheepishly at me, avoiding eye contact.

"For those of you who don't know me, I'm Videl, and it's an honor meeting all of you!" I cheer, grinning at Frank and the blonde guy at the drums.

"Bullshit." Ray scoffs at me, crossing him arms across his chest.

"It's as true as your wisdom," I say back at him, putting my hands on my hips.

"Yeah, let's go with that. Now we all know you aren't that much of a daddy's girl. Now tell the truth, badass."

"Ray, I don't want to deal with your bullshit right now because I'm in the mood to be happy, which happens once in a blue moon." I glare at him, not even thinking who was here or what I was even doing. Once I got a taste of what I said, I looked down apologizing to everyone for seeing that.

"I don't know why but you look like you killed someone before," Frank blurts out.

I avert my eyes to Frank and walk to him, saying, "What makes you think that?"

"Well, your posture, attitude, and the shades. Especially the shades." Frank nods as I make a smug face at him, knowing that's true.

"Long story short; I went to a private school and a chick decided to pick on me for no reason, even though we used to be friends. I nearly killed her, got her sent to the hospital, and got expelled from the district." I shrug, picking at my nails. Everyone looks at me wide-eyed, giving me questioning looks.

"When did this happen?"

"How didn't this make the news?"

"Do you still go to school?"

"Don't you feel guilty for what happened?"

"This happened when I was 13. My parents told the court that they didn't want this to make the news and slipped money under the table to keep it quiet. That happened a little over six years ago, by the way. I go to university , but I'm planning on dropping out since they're not teaching me shit for the scholarship I earned. I don't feel guilty for what happened because the chick always picked on people who were 'lower that her'. So yeah." I smirk slightly at them, shrugging.

Notes

Well, you found out something about Videl that some people probably wouldn't expect from her. So I'm typing up the third chapter right now and I'm trying to figure out the dialogue and the events happening in the chapter; If you guys have any ideas for the next chapter, please let me know! Remember to comment, rate, & subscribe!

-Bold Toxic

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