Disclaimer: I do not own Lemonade Mouth.

A/N: Guyssss! I'm so sorry for this super duper late chapter! I've been very busy with work. I also haven't been inspired much. I kept trying to write the ending, but it wasn't coming to me and I wasn't satisfied with what I had several times. And, because I wanted to give you guys my best work, I decided to wait for the right inspiration to strike me. And it did! Here is the final chapter and I hope that it's to your satisfaction!

When it came to soccer, Ray was usually confident and full of life. As Captain, it was his duty to show no fear during a game to boost his team's confidence. But, this game was different, as he later on realized.

When Coach had them huddled up to explain tactics to them one more time, Ray happened to look up at the stands. As usual, his parents weren't there, always preferring to work than attend his games. He could see the normal faces of student fans, his flock of freshman admirers, and a couple of parents. Just the usual people he saw during soccer games.

But today, up in the stands, there was a new face. Rather, new faces.

Mo was always present for soccer games, wearing Scott's varsity jacket and holding up a colorful sign with his name on it. Seeing her wasn't a surprise. It was the four other people sitting on either side of her. Wen. Charlie. Olivia. And Stella.

Seeing the fiery revolutionary up there, clutching a bag of popcorn and looking a bit bored, Ray felt the nerves full force. She was here. Was she here for him? Wait, what if Mo just forced them all to go? Besides, she never went to his games before. Why would she even be here?

"Beech! Focus!" Coach snapped at him and Ray turned his attention back to the tactics.

When they all understood the plan and Coach finished his "No matter what happens, I'm proud of all of you" speech, they yelled out their battle cry and split.

Ray, once more, looked up at the stands. Stella was watching him and when he caught her eye, she grinned and waved enthusiastically. The rest of Lemonade Mouth cheered, yelling his name.

That must have been a strange sight for the students of Mesa, who all thought that Lemonade Mouth simply tolerated Ray's existence for the sake of their leader.

But, the soccer captain didn't care about all that. Stella was here and whether she was forced to come here or not, she was clearly cheering him on. And this gave Ray all the motivation he needed to win this game, no matter what!

Stella cheered alongside her fellow Mesa students.

They won! They actually won!

She usually didn't care, but this time, she did! Because Ray was truly amazing when he was out on the field, full of confidence and passion, the same way he was on stage!

With a slight bounce in her steps, she and the rest of the band followed Mo down the bleachers towards the field where Mesa's soccer team were all jumping up and down in joy. On the shoulders of two of them was Scott, waving their trophy in the air; he had scored the winning shot that made them champions.

The band squeezed through the sea of students and parents also trying to go down the fields to congratulate the team. Mo ran up to the students holding Scott, waving her banner and screaming, "I'm so proud of you!"

Meanwhile, Stella turned her head in different directions, trying to find the one soccer player she wanted to congratulate. There were too many people, and she was unfortunately vertically challenged. She caught a glimpse of blonde, red, and brunette heads heading for Scott and was about to call out to them when she felt a hand on her arm.

"You looking for me, lemon head?" said the playful teasing voice she knew too well.

Stella turned to see the tired-looking soccer captain, sweaty and covered in dirt and grass from head to foot. But, he was sporting the biggest smile Stella had ever seen him bear and it made her heart quicken against her chest.

"Ray!" she exclaimed, jumping at him and throwing her arms around his neck. "Congratulations! You guys were amazing!"

With no hesitation, Ray wrapped his arms around her waist to hug her closer. He smelt of sweat and grass, but Stella didn't mind. Being in his arms, she felt nothing but contentment.

"I'm glad you came," he whispered. "I think I played better because of you."

She felt the heat rush to her cheeks and was glad that he couldn't see her face. She was so sure she looked like a tomato right now.

Soon, Ray pulled away, and Stella immediately missed the warmth and comfort of his arms. But, he kept her close, his hands on her waist.

"Thank you," he said, his eyes shining in happiness and adoration.

The soccer team won, but Stella felt like she was the real winner. Seeing that smile on Ray's face, feeling his arms around her, and the way he was looking at her, as if her being here was more important than the game they just won, it was overwhelming. Stella didn't know if she wanted to laugh or cry, maybe both?

And as she continued to look at Ray, she felt something bubbling in her chest. It was warm and made her tingle all over. She felt like she could do anything, she could take over the world, if Ray was by her side.

"Ray…" she started.

"Hmm? What is it?" he asked her, with a questioning gaze.

"I… Ray, I think-."

"Ray!"

Stella was pushed to the side while Ray was being surrounded by the cheerleaders. They were screaming and jumping up and down around him.

"Ray, you were great!"

"You looked so hot!"

"OMG, you're the best!"

"Coach says we have to take a picture now before the victory party! Come on!"

They grabbed him by the arms and started pulling him away, but Ray dug his heels to the ground, looking back at Stella.

"Wait, Stella…"

The Lemonade Mouth leader just flashed him a smile, even though the warmth in her chest was slowly dissipating.

"It's okay!" she called out to him.

"But-."

"Take the picture and go to the party! I'll see you on Monday!"

He frowned. "Are you sure?"

She nodded and gave him two thumbs up. "You're the man, Beech!"

He finally smiled. "Alright. I'll text you!"

With that, he finally allowed the cheerleaders (who were glaring daggers at Stella) to drag him away. And she could only watch, as the feeling in her chest bubbled to the surface again with that one smile.

This feeling… She finally realized what it was…

That Monday found the students of Mesa High School still in a celebratory mood after Friday night's game. Members of the soccer team were clapped on the back, high-fived, and congratulated wherever they went.

Stella could only catch glimpses of Ray that morning. He was always surrounded with fans. And because of rehearsals and preparation for the tour, they didn't get to see each other that weekend either. Saturday was spent going over choreography with the backup dancers and Sunday was all day in Charlie's garage, polishing their songs.

She really needed to talk to him, face-to-face.

With a heavy heart (though she wasn't exactly sure why) she attended her glasses in a gloomy and anxious mood.

Stella had a cloud hovering over her head until the end of Chemistry class when Dr. Singh handed back all of their tests. The teacher flashed her a proud smile.

"Good job, Stella," she said, patting the student's shoulder.

Stella's brows furrowed and looked down at her test. Her heart started to speed up as she couldn't stop the wide smile from forming on her face, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

On the right-hand corner of the test was a bright red A.

She passed. Not only had she passed. She A-ced her test. She actually A-ced her test! And it was all thanks to…

Thanks to Ray, she thought to herself, blushing at the thought of the blonde-haired jock.

Her mind flashed back to the hours she spent with Ray tutoring her, teaching her in ways that he knew she would understand. She looked back on their tentative friendship that eventually bloomed into something so much more on Ray's part. And now, with this bright red A staring back at her, the product of her hard work, the product of the time she spent with Ray, she couldn't deny what she was feeling anymore.

Olivia sidled up to her, holding her own test that also held an A.

"Oh my gosh, Stell! You A-ced it!" she exclaimed, excitedly.

Stella looked up at her with a bright smile. "Yeah… I did," she said, with a bright smile.

She stood up and grabbed her backpack from the floor and shoved her notebooks and books in before turning to Olivia.

"I have to find Ray," she stated, determinedly.

Before Olivia could say another word, Stella ran out of the classroom. She weaved in and out between the students, determined to get to her goal.

She had to find him. She had to thank him. And she had to tell him exactly how she felt. She wasn't going to let this go. She wasn't afraid of this, whatever this was. She was Stella Yamada!

Just as the determined teen reached the hallway that led to the cafeteria, she caught a glimpse of Scott with some of his soccer team friends about to enter through the doors. And when Scott and the soccer team were around, it meant…

"Ray!" she called out, waving her arms in the air.

The blonde stopped and turned his head. When he caught her eye, he flashed her a beaming smile and a wave.

Stella's heart started beating fast again, and it most definitely was not from the running. No. It was from that smile. That bright smile that was just purely Ray Beech.

Suddenly, it didn't matter anymore that they were surrounded by other students. In that moment, it was just the two of them,

With a grin, she ran up to him. "I got an A!" she announced, jumping into his arms, her arms locking around his neck.

He dropped his textbook in surprise. It made a loud "thud" sound as he caught the teenage girl around the waist.

"Ray! I got an A!" she announced again, squealing in happiness.

She heard him laugh in delight. "I knew you could do it! I'm so proud of you!"

He squeezed her waist once and then gently let go. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she continued to look up at him.

"It's all because of you," she stated, showing him the test with both hands.

Ray waved a hand. "I know," he said, smugly before chuckling. "Actually, no. It was all you, lemon head. I just helped a little."

She stuck her tongue out at him and shoved the test into the pocket of her backpack. "You still owe me 10 hours."

He waved a hand again as he picked up his textbook from the floor and also stuffed it into this backpack. "Yeah, yeah. I'll tutor you for finals, Yamada, you don't have to beg for it," he said, playfully and with no hint of mockery.

Stella took a moment to take in his genuine smile, his proud eyes. Something was still nagging at her.

"Ray? Why do you like me?" she suddenly asked in a soft voice.

His eyes widened in surprise, his cheeks reddening. "You… really want to talk about this here? Now? Seriously, Yamada?"

She flashed him a stubborn look. At that, he sighed and ran a hand through his blonde hair.

"I… I like you 'cause you're you," he began. "You're stubborn as hell, but passionate. You have a sharp tongue, but you tell the truth as you see it. You act badass like you don't care, but deep inside, you do. You're just… You're Stella. And I never thought I'd like Stella Yamada. But, joke's on me. I ended up liking her more than I thought I would. Maybe… Maybe the real lemon head here is me for even liking someone as crazy as you." His eyes sparkled as he spoke. "But, I don't mind so much, if it means I get to see you laughing at my lame jokes and dancing on stage or singing in the car. I don't even care if you sing 'Here We Go' over and over again if it means I get to see you smile. And I-."

Stella interrupted him by pressing her lips to his. Ray let out an unmanly squeak of surprise that made her smile, before he started kissing back.

He was still a jerk. He was still such a total jerk. But, behind all that, he was also kind. The side of him that he rarely showed to anyone, but he bared it all to Stella. And for some mysterious and unknown reason, he liked her. He liked her, all hot temper, fiery passion, and sarcastic Stella Yamada.

And she liked him. All mean, sarcastic, yet secretly kind and sweet Ray Beech. And for a jock, his lips were really soft.

When she finally pulled away for air, she could vaguely hear the clapping and hoots of their classmates.

Ray's eyes were still wide in surprise. "Stell…"

"Please don't make me say it, Beech," she said, already feeling her entire face turn red.

Ray grinned mischievously. "Hey! I had to say it! I said it several times! You know how painful it was for me to admit it over and over again? It's only fair, Ya-."

"Fine, fine! I like you too, okay?" she hissed, looking down at her shoes.

"What? What's that? I don't think I heard-."

"I like you too, okay, Beech?!" she shrieked, before covering her mouth with a hand in horror.

"WOOHOO!"

"FINALLY!"

"ABOUT TIME! WE THOUGHT WE WERE GOING TO DIE!"

"BRIAN, YOU OWE ME MONEY!"

"PAY UP, ANDERSON!"

Ray's eyes glinted. "They betted on us?! You can't bet on us!"

"How could you, guys?!" Stella turned to their classmates exchanging cash. "Where are your manners and principles?!"

The students ignored them and went on their merry ways. It was lunch time after all. The drama was over now. Even the soccer team, after flashing Ray grins and thumbs ups, retreated to the cafeteria.

Stella and Ray turned back to each other, slight blushes dusting their cheeks now, but faint smiles at their lips.

"So… what now?" Stella asked, tentatively, not really sure what to do. She had liked guys in the past, but had never confessed before. Not like this. Not like with Ray.

Ray pursed his lips. "We could… take it slow… Like… maybe… a date?" he asked, shyly. "Say, Friday night?"

Stella tried to fight the grin that threated to form on her face as she tried to her cool and her heart from beating too fast.

"Yeah… that… sounds cool," she answered.

They smiled at each other. Ray pointed with his thumb towards the cafeteria. "We should… go to lunch."

Stella nodded. "Yeah… lunch."

They stepped into the busy lunch room together. Stella flashed him a smile and was about to head to where the rest of Lemonade Mouth were seated when she felt a hand grab hers, gently.

"Wait," Ray said, pulling her back next to him. "I've been wanting to ask."

She waited.

"Why do you smell like pineapple?"

Stella blinked. "Um... it's my shampoo. Why?"

Ray smiled and nodded, with a satisfied look. She raised an eyebrow and was about to ask why when the soccer team captain put his bag down on the floor and removed his varsity jacket.

To her surprise, Ray lifted the straps of her backpack from her shoulders and dropped it on the ground next to his. Then, (to her secret delight) he placed the jacket around her shoulders and she, by instinct, placed her arms through the sleeves. The jacket was warm, just like him. And it smelled like him.

Ray adjusted the collar before smiling. "There," he said. "Now, everyone in this whole school knows that you're Ray Beech's girl."

At that, Stella blushed as her heart picked up pace again. Damn, Ray Beech! How could he do this to her?!

"Who said I was your girl?" she retorted, scoffing as she tried to fight a smile.

He grinned and took her hand in his. "Maybe not yet, officially. But, you will be. I guarantee it." He winked before leaning in to press his lips to hers.

Stella welcomed them, immediately responding. The kiss made her feel all warm and tingly and just... really happy. Happier than she had felt in a long time, the same kind of rush she would get when she was on stage, doing what she loved.

She was tempted to wrap her arms around his neck. Before she could, Ray pulled away.

"I'll see you around, Stella," he said, squeezing her hand before picking up their backpacks from the floor.

He handed her hers and swung his onto his shoulder. He leaned in again and kissed her cheek.

"I'm proud of you," he whispered before walking away towards the soccer team's table.

With a huge smile on her face, Stella practically skipped to her friends. When she set her backpack down, they all looked up and grinned at her.

"Someone had a good morning," Wenn commented, teasingly.

Before she could respond, they heard a screech. Turning their heads, they saw Patty, her red hair practically flaring as she stomped over to them.

When the cheerleader reached their table, she looked at Stella with a look of pure hatred and annoyance and was about to open her mouth when her eyes caught sight of the varsity jacket the revolutionary was wearing. The red-head let out another screech and stomped away without saying anything, the other students moving to the sides to avoid her.

It took only a few seconds for Lemonade Mouth to break out in laughter.

"So, does this mean you and Ray are together now?" Mo asked, excitedly. "I can't wait to have a buddy during games. It gets lonely going alone, sometimes."

Stella imagined it… what it would be like to be Ray Beech's girlfriend.

Going to his games and cheering him on, maybe with a large banner with his name on it like Mo's "Go Scott!" sign, even if she didn't care about soccer. And Ray going to her gigs, cheering and clapping along, no matter how much he claimed to not like their songs. Afternoons spent at Dante's with half meat lovers and half veggie lovers pizza and then dessert in the form of frozen yogurt. Weekends spent playing soccer or playing their instruments and writing songs.

And Stella decided that… it didn't look so bad.

She smirked, mysteriously at Mo. "Maybe," she answered, before turning her head towards the soccer team's usual table.

Maybe he had some sort of Stella sense because Ray looked right over to their table and caught her eye.

He smiled, his eyes sparkling. She smiled back.

No, it wouldn't be so bad. In fact, she might actually like it. A lot.

Besides, even if Ray changed his mind, they had 10 more hours out of the 100 she had given him. And if all goes well (Stella was crossing her fingers), they would have way more than that to find out more about each other, to explore these new feelings, and maybe, just maybe, they could be so much more.

Bring it on, Beech, she thought to herself.

As if he heard her thoughts, Ray flashed her a smirk in response, Right back at you, Yamada.

Also, she really liked his jacket.

A/N: There it is! The ending of "100 Hours." I know they're not instantly boyfriend/girlfriend, but I wanted to be realistic. It takes time and effort to become an official couple and establish an actual relationship. Stella and Ray, in this story, got to know each other less as rivals but more as people and as friends. They started liking each other after being forced to spend time together. And now, they have to continue getting to know each other and exploring their feelings.

Wow, I was honestly surprised at the reception of this story, since there really aren't too many "Lemonade Mouth" fanfiction readers these days. Thank you so much for being on this ride with me! This fanfic is one of my precious babies and I'm glad I got to share it with you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

Thank you so much for being on this ride with me! This fanfic is one of my precious babies and I'm glad I got to share it with you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

Remember... "Turn the world into your dance floor!"