So, basically, I don't own She's the Man, the characters in She's the Man or the actors and actresses who play the characters in She's the Man. So that's, about it. Please tell me if you like it. Also, if you're reading this because you read my other story (the HSM one) I'm sorry I haven't updated that one in a while. I hit a dead end with where the story was going. If you have any fresh ideas about that story, feel free to let me know via review or message. I will gladly start that story up again if I get some new inspiration.
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"He's not coming," Viola said sadly as she finished touching up Olivia's make-up. She had known this would happen. She had seen the look in his eyes, the look of betrayal and hurt that had marred his h]gorgeous features. "He hates me."
"He could surprise you," Olivia said softly. It was a lie, and they all knew it, but she had to try. Duke and Viola were made for each other. Anyone could see that. They were the Elizabeth and Darcy of the modern world.
"Thanks, but that's not going to happen. You didn't see his face." This was a disaster. It wasn't supposed to be like this. They were supposed to be happy and together, and from the look of things, neither of these things was going to happen. Viola couldn't understand. Before, everything had seemed like it would work itself out. Now, everyone except the two of them was happy. Sebastian's band was gaining world-wide fame as the next big thing, and he had Olivia; Toby and Eunice were as happy as could be, and Eunice had even gotten her braces off and was looking pretty good; Paul was gaining enough recognition and business that he was planning on opening his own salon wherever the gang (A/N: That would be Viola, Olivia, Sebastian, Toby, Andrew, Eunice, Kia and Yvonne) ended up going to college (which looked like North Carolina, as they had all been accepted there on various scholarship opportunities); even Andrew's sad life was looking up since he and Kia had started dating. It seemed everyone's life was looking up, except Viola's.
"Well, I'd be honored to be your back-up, Vi," Paul said, laughing as he bowed.
"Thanks Paul. Listen, I need to get some air." They nodded as she started to weave her way around puffy skirts and desperate debutantes. She drew in a deep breath as she stepped outside, and sat on a bench to wait for the knight in shining armor who would never come.
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Duke stood in his dorm, dressed in a suit, holding an invitation to a debutante ball. All his friends were there. After finding out about Viola, Ilyria had put together a girl's team, and most of Viola's Cornwall teammates had transferred so they could play. The boys and girls teams worked closely together, even practicing together under the same coach, and most of his teammates had begun dating Viola's teammates, many of whom were also debutantes. He was alone, trying to make a decision that would change his life. He was pretty sure he loved Viola, but she had so deeply betrayed his trust that he couldn't believe he could ever be with her or trust her again. He hadn't talked to her since the Cornwall game, avoiding her at practice and sending his co-captains to meet with her, should the need arise.
With a frustrated sigh, he tucked the invite into his desk drawer and loosened his tie. He couldn't deal with her. He would cut her out after high school. He would find someone else who he loved just as much as he loved Viola, and he would move on in his life. Little did he know that she, like him (and Toby, Andrew, Kia, Yvonne and Justin), had quietly accepted a soccer scholarship at North Carolina. Their story had only just begun.