I love the new show Grojband so I thought I would write this story. It's all from Trina's point of view. Hope you like it. Also, I do not own Grojband.

Chapter 1: The Promise

I lay on my bed, trying to read my book in peace, but I could hear loud obnoxious music coming from the garage. My lame annoying brother and his sucky band were practicing again. I couldn't take it anymore.

I got up from my bed and walked out of my room, looking down at the garage below. There was Corey, using that horrid guitar. His loser friends were there too; the nerdy guy, the fat guy, and that other dude that wears black eye shadow.

"Hey losers!" I called, "Keep it down! I'm trying to read and junk!"

"Sorry Trina, we've gotta practice for our next gig." my icky brother replied.

"Yeah," the black eye shadow guy said, "And you can go read elsewhere."

"Excuse me?!" I shouted, "I want to be in MY bedroom without having to listen to your crappy music and junk!"

"Hey that's a little harsh," the nerd replied.

"Yeah, we don't suck that much," added the fat guy.

I turned away; I was done talking to these losers.

"Trina wait!" I turned back around to see Corey looking up at me, "What if we make it up to you?"

"I'm listening," I answered, eyeing the dweeb suspiciously.

"I bet you'd like to go on a date with hunky Nick Mallory." said Corey.

My heart fluttered.

"Of course!" I shouted, "More than anything in the world!"

I saw eye shadow guy roll his eyes, but I didn't care. Could my stupid useless little brother really get me a date with hunky Nick Mallory?

"Well we're playing a gig at the grand opening of Mallory's Bar and Grille this weekend," Corey explained, "And Nick Mallory will obviously be there, with it being his father's restaurant and all."

"Yes," I said, getting more excited, "Go on."

"If you drive us there, then I promise you'll get to eat dinner with him while we play," Corey continued, "Trust me, I have a plan."

My excitement immediately turned into anger.

"Oh no, I'm not falling for this!" I shouted.

"Falling for what?" the fat kid asked with a shrug.

"You just want a ride to the restaurant, so you're giving me false promises or whatever." I explained.

"What? No, I'm serious," my brother tried to assure me.

"Whatever," I said, "But if you're lying, I will tear you to pieces!"

With that I turned and stormed into my room, slamming the door shut behind me. If that little doofus thinks he can fool me, then he has another thing coming. But if there's any chance to spend time with hunky Nick Mallory, I always take it.

I picked up my cell phone and called my lackey, Mina. I had to tell her about what Corey had promised and that she would be going with me to the restaurant. I was getting excited just thinking about it. Even if my lame-o brother couldn't get me a date with Nick, I can try myself.

But deep down, even though I would never admit it to Corey and his friends or Mina, I was nervous. Because I know that Nick doesn't really like me. No one does.