They are young, they look great … and they hate each other. Alex Russo and Mitchie Torres are both in the same year of a public school in a Dallas, Texas. They are different than their classmates, considering that they are world famous superstars. Both of them are kind of alike but they still can't get along. For the media they put up a front and pretend to be friends whilst in private they have been fighting for years. Now something unforeseeable happens, turning the fight into a miniature war. Though of course in the end everything turns out different than expected… (Eventual Malex/Demena. Femflash: Don't like, don't read!) Story is better than summary!
Chapter 1
*Alex's PoV*
"Miss Russo" my teacher yelled at me. "You will not sleep in my class!" "I didn't sleep Miss Lane." I replied and hastily sat up a little straighter. "I was just resting my eyes." You could hear the people behind me trying to hold in their laughter. "This is a classroom and not a Spa." Miss Lane complained again. "Well I personally would prefer a Spa right now." I murmured but she still managed to hear me. "To the principal's office! You know the way." I stood up sighing and got out of class. I hardly took two steps when the door opened again. I turned around and made a face when I saw her. Mitchie. This conceited bitch. I turned around and continued towards the principal's office, hoping that she didn't get kicked out of class as well and just needed to use the bathroom or something. But of course that wasn't the case. Just my luck that Mitchie got sent to the office as well.
There were a couple of chairs in front of the office, for waiting parents I guess. I took a seat and so did my not so beloved company. "It's your fault that I got kicked out. Thanks a lot!" Mitchie hissed at me after a couple of seconds. "I didn't even so much as look at you, so it's your own fault idiot!" I retorted. "Well I could just leave your sleeping stunt uncommented and Lane threw me out for that." "If you would keep your mouth shut now and then you wouldn't have this problem." "Watch what you …" Her threat was interrupted by the opening door of the office. "Of course, our usual suspects." Mr. Martin sighed. "Hi." I grinned, lifting my hand up. "Come on in, both of you. That will save me time and nerves." He said and went back into his office. I got up and followed him. Mitchie came in right behind me shutting the door. Mr. Martin pointed at the two chairs in front of his desk and sat down behind it. He looked at me. "So Alex, care to explain why you are here?" he asked. I shrugged. "I fell asleep during history. But you can hardly blame me Miss Lane is like a sleeping pill." Mr. Martin allowed himself a small smile and turned his attention to Mitchie. "And why are you here?" "I commented on Alex's inappropriate behavior but Miss Lane didn't seem to like the content of my comment." She said. I had to refrain myself from rolling my eyes. That she always has to be so cheesy. That's just one of the things I hate about her. "Alright, one week detention." Mr. Martin said after a couple of moments. "Both of you." Both of us started groaning. "And because you like each other so much you will be lab partners in science for the reminder of the year." "For the reminder of the school year?" I asked shocked. "But the school year only started two weeks ago!" Mitchie protested. I looked at her. She looked just as shocked as I felt. "No buts, otherwise I will extend this for the reminder of your time in school!" "Yes, Mr. Martin." We replied at the same time. "Good. Now go back to class."
I got up and hurried outside. Break would start in a couple of minutes and I still had to get my bag. "Do you always have to get me in trouble?" Mitchie grumbled behind me. "No one forces you to comment on every shit, so shut up!" I replied in the most bored tone I could muster. Where did she get off talking to me? It was bad enough that we had to pretend to be friends in front of the cameras. Other than then I wanted nothing to do with her. Okay, admittedly that is quite difficult, considering we go to the same school and she is my next-door-neighbor. But normally we manage to avoid each other. Days like today were exceptions.
By now we had reached our classroom and I opened the door. Caitlyn was already waiting for me at our table. Mitchie went to her desk right at the back of the class and grabbed her bag. Just then the ball rang, signaling the end of class and everyone started to pile outside. "So what is the verdict?" Caitlyn asked on our way to the cafeteria. "Detention for one week and he made me and Mitchie assigned lab partners in science for the reminder of the school year." I replied. "Wow. That is harsh. You think you will both survive this punishment without killing each other?" "I won't promise anything." Caitlyn laughed and poked my side, causing me to squeal and jump a couple of inches. "God, stop that!" I complained. "Sorry, just couldn't let the opportunity pass." She grinned. I threw her a never-dare-to-do-that-again glare and sat at the nearest free table. "We got a lot of homework by the way." She said, pulling out a couple of sheets of paper from her bag handing them to me. I took a look at them. An essay. About a country of our choice. Due in two month. Enough time, one would think. But not if you have a career you need to manage in addition to school. "It's partner work." Caitlyn said pulling me out of my thoughts. "Can we choose our partner on our own?" "Nope, Lane said that she will decide. She will tell us at the end of the day." "I just hope she will let us two work together." "As long as I don't have to work with Kate I don't care." We grinned at each other over the table. Caitlyn and Kate have always hated each other, ever since they met in Middle School. None of them knew why, but they both hated each other's guts." Kind of like Mitchie and me. It's just that we've hated each other since I can remember. She lives next door from us with her mom. Strangely enough her dad and my dad get along fantastically. I was okay with that, I liked Demi's dad. And I was happy that my dad had someone he could talk to since their situation was very similar. They both have girls of the same age that are in the music industry. Now and then it happened that Steve (Yes, I call him by his first name, I have known him since I was a baby.) came over at the evening and the two of them watched a Basketball game together. Usually those evenings end with Mitchie coming over as well, sitting in our living room which caused me to retreat to my bedroom to continue watching the game there.
Just as I finished my sandwich the five-minutes-until-class-warning bell rang. I got up sighing and packed my bag. I have Science next. Ugh, I just hope we aren't doing any projects anytime soon so that I won't have to work with Mitchie.