Disclaimer: sadly I don't own Zac Efron or anything related…but it would be the perfect birthday present!
a/n: so I got this idea when I was reading about the girls stampeding him while filming his new movie, and he wanted a personal tent and bell schedule so he could hide. It's really short though. Enjoy!
I watch, and slowly follow, the screaming girls when the bell rings. It's the same every day, and I don't mind. It was every day since they started shooting the movie anyway. At first the poor guy was bombarded by my classmates screaming at the top of their lungs. If I were more outspoken when it came to guys, I'd probably be doing the same thing. Instead though, I stand leaning against the big tree in front of where his tent is now placed, in my trademark black cowboy boots and my hair in braided pigtails. Today the girls are trying to press their faces against the tent trying the tent trying to see inside. It is rather amusing when you think about it. I'm just watching them with my arms folded and my ankles crossed as I continue to lean against the big oak tree. Usually after awhile he'll stick his head out and flash them a smile so they'll be satisfied for the day and leave. I usually filter out with them, but today my best friend finished her tutoring early so I leave without seeing that gorgeous smile but I don't mind. He'll be there tomorrow. I do miss him sticking his head out, and I miss him noticing me walking away. He must've realized I'm a bit different.
It's all over everything, and no girl in my school can stop talking about it, trouble in paradise. Zac and Vanessa were seen in a heated argument. Then Vanessa had a date, who wasn't Zac, at her album release. The girls are really going crazy; poor guy's gonna have trouble getting rid of them today. A smile might not suffice. Lunch was defiantly entertaining since the two most popular girls got into a fist fight over who Zac was going to pick. My best friend thought it was the funniest thing that has happened this year. Needless to say she isn't a Zac fan, but she knows I am so she is careful about what she says around me. I really respect her for that too. After all, she's been with me from everything from my parents' divorce to their remarriage to my bulimia to the ex boyfriend fiasco. I really don't know how I'm going to repay her. Oh, there's the bell. I'm heading off to my locker and the big tree. I was right, they're worse than ever today. I feel real sorry for him as I lean against my tree with my arms crossed and my cowboy boots propped against the tree. And there he is, smiling that trademark smile. I swear his gaze moved right to me, and those gorgeous blue eyes lit up, but that's crazy talk. Then there's my best frind pulling me along to the car. I don't bother glancing back.
Today my best friend has to stay late, so I brought a book with me to the tree. I wait behind all the crazed fans trying to get to him. Sooner than usual his head pops out and almost instantly his gaze trains on my tree, with that same smile on his face. I just keep telling myself he's looking at the tree and not me. I also refuse to look at his eyes. It seems like he stays out a bit longer than usual. Eventually though, he goes back in his tent, the girls start to leave, and I slide down the tree to sit on the grass. I pull my book out of my purse and begin to read. After about an hour I feel someone's gaze on me. I'm almost terrified to look up and see who it is, because it might be him although I doubt it. Taking a deep breath I glance up, and there he is looking at me intently, almost like he's studying me. Then his gorgeous blue eyes connect with my dull hazel ones. I can't tell but I think he's walking towards me. I feel myself tense up a bit, but then out of nowhere my best friend appears and drags my butt up and over to the car. Thank god for her.
I haven't been back since then, and it's been three days. I want to go back so bad, but I'm terrified. There was no way to deny that it was Zac's eyes I was looking into. Today though, I have no choice but to wait for my best friend outside. So I made my way out to my tree, but this time I do something different. Instead of leaning against the tree, I sat down so you couldn't see me over the other crazed girls heads. The crowd has lessened since when he first arrived, but it's still enough to be a threat especially with the two most popular girls at the head of the crowd. Surprisingly enough he never comes. I mean I leave before he comes out, and then I hear the girls talking the next day. He never came out at all. That makes me start to wonder, and it truly intrigues me. He disappointed them? Why?
So now here I am again, this time I'm standing in my regular stance. The number of girls really decreased today too. I wonder if he'll come out today. I have to sate late for my best friend again, but this time I don't mind. The girls and I wait and wait. Soon they start leaving until it's just me and the two "populars". Eventually they get tired and go their separate ways; they're still fighting. I let a sigh escape my lips before I slide down the tree to sit on the grass. I reach to pull out my book when I
hear a voice to my left, "you came back today." It's soft but deep, and I know exactly who it belongs to. Looking up my eyes connects with his blue ones, and all I can do is nod my head. He says he likes my cowboy boots and asks me what I'm reading. Before I realize my best friend is in front of us telling me it's time to go. I say goodbye and he asks if I'll be back tomorrow. All I can do is nod.
I've gone back every day since, and every day we talk until my best friend finishes whatever she's doing. Today though I'm sad, and I think he is too. It's his last day of filming which means he'll be going back to California and I'm stuck here for the rest of the year. We're talking, and I don't actually know what about really. Then he leans in and kisses me sweetly. It's better than I imagined. The rest of the time we spend kissing and whispering how much we'll miss each other. Then it's the next day, and I'm leaning against my tree. But here's not here, and I'm not sure what to do. So I have to leave, remembering.