Disclaimer: I own nothing involving Lemonade Mouth. Just having fun imagining different Rayella scenarios :D

"So this is your locker," Stella pointed to the locker and offered the nervous transfer a kind smile, "It's a great location, so no worries. Once you put your stuff away, I'll give you more of the grand tour and we can grab some lemonade from the basement!" Stella rubbed her hands together, clear excitement radiating from her face, which Sasha tried to emulate.

"Okay. Thanks Stella." Sasha smiled gratefully before trying to open her locker. She had just figured out the combination when a loud voice startled her.

"YO! FRESH MEAT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN." The sound of scattered laughter echoed through the halls, making Sasha turn in its direction. Standing at the front of a large group of jocks and cheerleaders, was a boy with short blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes. Sasha couldn't help notice how handsome he was, but at the same time, he looked scary and intimidating. She nervously glanced up at Stella who did not react at all to the new presence.

"Beat it, Beech! I'm in the middle of a tour," Stella shook her head, making a face at Sasha that was clearly mocking the blonde jock.

Ray just smiled, clearly happy that he got a reaction from the punk brunette. "Why don't you make me, Yamada?" He raises his arms up, beckoning her to come closer.

"You don't want me to embarrass you in front of your loyal crew made up of the 1% of the high school population." She turned to Sasha, whispering not so discreetly, "They suffer from fragile egos."

Ray licked his lips, his smile now smaller than it once was. "Whatever. Have fun touring the lovely Mesa High." He grinned at Stella who just waved him off before leaning against the locker.

"I will once you leave! I want her to like the school and show her that not everyone who goes here is an obnoxious jerk like you," Stella spoke the words casually, but they still held a bitter tone that Ray immediately caught.

Sasha watched as the blonde jock stared at Stella, his eyes inspecting her critically. "I'm not the one who joined the welcome committee." He almost sounded defensive.

Stella crossed her arms, shooting him a stern glare. "Wouldn't kill you to be nice." She shrugged her shoulders, looking away from his intense gaze.

Ray sighed, looking torn for a minute, before he finally looked directly at Sasha. "Welcome to Mesa. I'm Ray. If you need anything, please hesitate to ask." He shot her a charming grin.

Stella fought off a smile as she addressed Sasha, "I promise he's an actual human being and not a robot."

He faked a loud, obnoxious laugh before sneering then sticking his tongue out at her. He passed her quickly with his jock/cheerleader posse, but suddenly the group halted, causing a chaotic jumble of annoyed cheerleaders and confused teammates. Ray, however, effortlessly moved through the group to direct his attention at Stella again. "Seriously though, Yamada—what time?"

Without a beat, Stella replied, "I don't know—like 6?" She lifted one shoulder with a cool air of nonchalance. Sasha watched the exchange with confusion. They were hurling insults at each other only seconds before…

Ray scrunched his face up in clear dissatisfaction with her answer. "Why the hell do you Lemonade mouths need all of that time to practice?!"

Stella wasted no time retorting, "Why do your soccer practices sometimes last like 3 freaking hours, Beech?!"

Ray rolled his eyes at her. "We're state champions." Stella rolled her eyes right back at his obnoxiously confident tone. Releasing a short laugh, Stella wiped her eyes for the dramatic effect and shook her head at the visibly annoyed blonde. "That's adorable," Stella mocked. "Lemonade Mouth played Madison Square Garden."

Ray took a step forward, a deep scowl on this face. "La-di-freaking-da," he spit out. "I'm the captain of a championship team, and I am the lead singer and founder of my kick ass band. I don't need your pity, Yamada." He shook off his Letterman jacket, and in a quick movement, threw it over her shoulders. "I'll be there by 6:15 at the latest." Despite the misplaced affectionate gesture, he still looked irritated at her.

Stella smirked, "Aye, Aye captain!" She saluted him, giggling when he released a frustrated groan. Sasha noticed the slightest hint of a smile on his face.

"Whatever," he waved her off in a bored tone before attempting to step back, but Stella grabbed his arm before he could leave.

"Hey! You can't leave until you apologize for insulting my band."

"Not until you apologize to me. You also insulted my favorite sport and awesome band."

Stella winced at his choice of words to describe his band. "Let's just agree to disagree," she mentioned uneasily, not willing to give up her pride. Of course, Ray agreed.

"Works for me," he nodded, before grabbing her cheek and leaning forward to place a long kiss against her lips. "See ya," he whispered. As he pulled away, Stella reached forward to grab his chin and stroke it quickly before releasing her grip.

"Bye honey!" She yelled obnoxiously, grinning when Ray stuck out his tongue at her before leaving with his loyal crew trailing behind him.

Turning to face a shocked Sasha, Stella smiled at her. "He's so fun to mess with." She slipped her arms into the jacket, grabbed her backpack, and motioned for Sasha to follow. Sasha just led Stella lead, still having no idea what just happened.

A/N: I'm late to the Lemonade Mouth party, but I really wanted to write about Ray and Stella. Let's admit it—they would be epic together. This will be a collection of one shots or pieces of micro fiction—teeny tiny stories featuring them. I don't know how many there will be, but I'll keep adding them until I feel like it's finished. Thank you for reading and leaving reviews!