A/N: The story takes place in an alternate universe where Mikayla goes to school with Mitchie Torres before Camp Rock.
And trust me, there will be Mikayla+Mitchie.
"I can't believe Mikayla actually goes here." Mitchie heard one girl gush as she walked by. It had been three weeks since The Mikayla registered for the very average high school. It was quite hard to believe that a celebrity would settle for a small time school instead of going to a private school or even a catholic school. "Did you see her outfit? Amazing!" another girl squealed. Even though she signed up for normal people school she was far from fitting in. "She's a total bitch but she's super hot." A jock gave his friend a high five. It was true: Mikayla is a total bitch to anyone and everyone. No one got special treatment, except Mikayla of course.
Mitchie finally made it to her locker, unfortunately for her, it was directly across both, yes both, of Mikayla's lockers. Fortunately for her, Mikayla was usually late for everything. There was already a crowd of people huddled around the locker, waiting to take her picture. No matter how she treated everyone, they still attempted to get pictures and autographs.
Mitchie retrieved her music book and held it close to her chest. Music meant the world to her. It was some sort of an escape from school, and into a more logical and meaningful world. She turned and began to make her way to her first class of the day, which was her favorite class; English class. Mikayla, of course has to ruin her favorite class with her presence. Instead of being an English class, it seemed to grow into more of a place for paparazzi in training.
The hall way soon grew into an up roar, indicating Mikayla's arrival. From a distance, Mitchie spotted her permanent scowl from the other side of the hallway. With all of the screaming, Mitchie was barely able to hear her own thoughts. She wanted to get to class as soon as possible and away from the crowd. Of course she loved watching Mikayla trot down the hallway. It was almost like something out of a movie. She walked in slow motion down the hall, with perfect lighting beaming onto her acne free face and there was a cleared path of people leading to her locker. She had perfect skin, bouncy hair and permanently plumped glossy lips... but Mitchie reminded herself, Mikayla is a total BITCH.
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"Okay, everyone start your free writing assignment on the board." Mr. Farrell huffed. "Since Valentine's Day is tomorrow, write down what this holiday means to you."
Quickly, Mitchie's pen scratched at the paper, writing her beliefs on true love and how Valentine's Day exploits it. It nearly took up the entire page, unlike the other kids around her. It seemed that they barely wrote a paragraph before settling their pens down.
Mitchie rolled her eyes as Mikayla strolled in late to class and it seemed like no one seemed to mind… except for the teacher of course. She's wearing a white mini skirt… and fishnets… Mitchie smiled, following Mikayla's legs to the back of the room and into a seat. Everyone was so distracted by Mikayla to notice Mitchie's wandering eyes.
"Everyone! Eyes up front." Mr. Farrell grew tired of the whispering and picture taking. "Now, who wants to read some of their free writing?" Though Mitchie was one of the few people who actually enjoyed the free writing exercises, sharing it was a different story. She sunk further into her chair, crossing her fingers in hopes her teacher wouldn't call on her. "No one? Of course. Jeff?"
Jeff, who also sat all the way in the back, sucked his teeth as he stood up. "What Valentine's Day means to me. Valentine's Day means nothing to me. It's some stupid holiday made up by the greeting card manufacturer's to make a profit." He sat back down and slapped his paper onto the desk.
Mitchie's eyes darted to the back of the room to see Mikayla writing vigorously in her notebook. Her eyes returned to the front. "Well, what a common response." He fixed his glasses and searched the room. "Mikayla," her chocolate brown eyes looked up from her paper. "Would you like to share?"
"No." she answered brusquely. "I'm not done." Her eyes looked all around the room to see that all eyes were on her. Her eyes returned to her paper, avoiding eye contact with anyone.
"Okay then, Sarah. What about you?"
Before standing, she snapped her gum and continued chewing like a cow. "Valentine's Day is an important day for all couples, like me and Chris, to celebrate their love on a very romantic, special day. By the way, it's our five month anniversary today." She squealed, soaking in the glory of having one of the longest relationships in the school. It seemed like their relationship was placed in People Magazine. Everyone was interested in whether they were together or not, or which restaurant they went to for their date.
"I guess there's no wrong opinions or statements…" he rubbed his eyes underneath his glasses and checked his watch. "Okay, let's get on with the lesson."
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The girl's bathroom reeked of fresh shit and a dash of stale cigarette smoke. It nearly stopped Mitchie from entering, but she'd rather this than even sit in the cafeteria. The two girls who stood by the window re-lit their cigarettes after being reassured that it wasn't a teacher. She fixed up her make-up, making sure her eyeliner was on properly. It usually smudged half way through the day. Her red lipstick was nearly unnoticeable and she definitely needed some reapplying. Stupid cheap makeup!
Once she heard the door slam open, she jumped nearly dropping her eyeliner in the sink.
"Oh great." Mikayla huffed, taking a place in front of one of the mirrors. The two girls threw their cigarette buts out the window and left the bathroom, mumbling something under their breath. Not everyone was a huge fan of Mikayla. Some people loved her, some people were indifferent and others flat out hated her.
Mitchie became a nervous wreck, actually being alone with Mikayla. Her fingers seemed to stop working and it seemed like she was being much louder than she had hoped. She fumbled with her over packed messenger bag, accidentally spilling it on the bathroom floor. Quickly, Mitchie dropped to the floor, scrapping up all of her papers. She reached for her songbook but was interrupted by a foot. "Umm… That's my book." Her eyes trailed up from her boot, up the fishnets and up her skirt. I was right; she is wearing red underwear.
Mikayla's head slowly turned away from her reflection and smiled. "You should be more careful then." Her foot lifted, freeing the book underneath it.
She is truly a bitch. Mitchie rose to her feet, angry about the footprint on the cover of her songbook. "You messed up my book." She hissed, waiting for some sort of apology… or some sort of reaction.
Mikayla turned to her. "Well," she began, snatching Mitchie's songbook and examining the cover.
"Hey! That's mine!" she reached for her book but to no avail.
"Mitchie's Song Book." She read aloud, spinning away from the other girl's hands. Growing bored of the game, she allowed Mitchie to snatch it from her hand. "Well, Mitchie, you should be more careful with your things." She hissed, exiting the bathroom with a triumphant smile.
"Bitch." She finally said it out loud, dusting her songbook off.
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Just because she's famous she thinks she can get away with anything she wants. Mitchie stormed out of the school right after the dismissal bell. Prancing around the halls with her fancy clothes and stupid perfect teeth. She huffed as she sped up her pace. Stupid perfect hair, perfect nails… From the corner of her eye, she noticed a red convertible creep up along side the sidewalk. Immediately, she knew it was Mikayla's. Stupid fortune. Both of their eyes met, each one staring one another down. Mikayla sported a devilish grin and Mitchie presented her with a scowl. Mikayla grinned as she drove off and left Mitchie to her thoughts.
"Mitchie!" Peter called out, running to be along side of her. "Wait up." Mitchie stopped and waited for him to catch up. "What's with the pissed off face?"
Mitchie huffed. "Look what Miss Bitch did to my book." She flashed the book with the footprint on it.
"Who?" He questioned while he played with the straps of his backpack. "Mikayla?" Mitchie nodded. "Why would sh…"
"Does she need a reason?" Mitchie huffed, stomping her way down the pavement. "She's a bitch. End of story."
"So, what are you doing for Valentine's Day?" he grinned, thankful that Mitchie slowed down her pace.
"Probably serving Barney's burgers with a Barney's smile." She plastered a fake smile on her face and quickly fading it away.
Peter bit his lip. "Maybe we can meet up afterwards?"
"Well…" she trailed, spotting Mikayla's obnoxious red car at the red light. For a split second, they made eye contact, immediately changing Mitchie's mood back to completely pissed. "I hate her." She crossed her arms, speeding up her pace yet again. She heard Mikayla's tires screeched as she sped off.
"So…" he tried changing the subject. "about tomorrow…"
She shook her head. "Probably crashing. School and work… I'm definitely just going to crash."
Discouraged, he tried to think positive. "Well, just give me a call if you have enough energy to hang out after work."
"Sure, right now, I just want to go home."
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Valentine's Day is Mitchie's least favorite holiday. It's not that she hated it, it's just that it's a day she can do without. It's not even like she celebrated it so what's the point of acknowledging it?
Everyone in the hallway seemed to be buzzing about St. Valentine's Day… or at least the gifts they received before first period. Mitchie made her way to the locker, watching many boys shoving notes in Mikayla's lockers, declaring their love for Mikayla. Fuming, she shoved her textbooks back into her locker and rushed off to English.
Before walking into English class, Peter popped out of nowhere. "Hey, Mitchie!" he jumped in front of the door, out of breath.
"Hey, Pete." Mitchie was taken aback by the surprise visit. "Wow, you really get into this holiday." She commented on his bright red shirt.
"Hey, listen… Um… I know you were having a crappy day yesterday so I got you this." He pulled out one of the school flowers from his back pocket.
A smile whipped across Mitchie's face. "Thanks Pete." His smile turned into a dorky grin. "Now I have to get to class." She stepped pass him and entered into her classroom.
"Okay, cool. Later Mitchie."
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"Okay, settle down everyone." Mr. Farrell said in his usually annoyed tone. "I know you want to talk about the flowers you're sending third and fifth period but there are more important things to talk about." He huffed. "Dropping grades." Mitchie wriggled in her chair, hoping she wasn't one of them. "So just don't be surprised when your report cards come in."
The door creaked open, revealing none other than Mikayla. Somehow she looked a tad different when she stepped foot into the room. Her confident grin was replaced with a nervous quiver. Her usual stride was replaced with timid steps. Mitchie's eyes met with the young pop star, and Mikayla quickly recovered her usual composure.
"Nice for you to join us, Mikayla." Mr. Farrell shook his head. "Ten minutes later than usual." Mikayla ignored him and took her seat in the back of the classroom without breaking her gaze with Mitchie.
It felt like she was burning a hole through the back of Mitchie's head. Mitchie's feet shuffled under her chair, hoping the unknown uncomfortable feeling would go away. Unfortunately, the feeling stayed the entire period.
The bell rang and everyone jumped out of their seats. "Mikayla," the teacher shouted over the rustling of feet. "I'd like to talk to you after class." She nodded and stayed as everyone left the room.
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"Yeah?" Mikayla looked down at the floor.
Mr. Farrell rubbed his eyes. "You're a smart girl, Mikayla." He sighed. "You get perfect grades in my class but what's really messing you up is your attendance." She crossed her arms. "Just be on time. I don't want to see you mess up because of your laziness."
Mikayla pursed her lips and nodded. "I'll see what I can do."
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Mitchie rushed out of the classroom and straight to her locker. She took in a deep breath, trying to remember her combination. She fiddled with it a few times before finally opening it. Mitchie buried her face into her locker to find a songbook, and it didn't belong to her.
Though it wasn't hers, it did say Mitchie's Song Book in blue ink on the front. She opened the book, curious as to who broke into her locker. The first page was filled with hand written music notes and lyrics. "Only Hope, sung by Mandy Moore." She traced her fingers over the page, gently touching the engraved notes with her fingertips. The inside cover had a brief inscription: Mitchie, Never forget why you write your music and keep singing. Mitchie smiled at the inscription and quickly looked around for whoever may have given it to her. No possible person was in sight.
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Mitchie held her old songbook inside of her larger new one and hugged it close to her chest. All day, she tried to figure out who gave her the songbook but there wasn't a single hint. No one ever gave her much of any attention let alone a personalized gift.
She wandered into her usual place where she escaped from the cafeteria: the girl's bathroom. When she opened the door, Mikayla was putting on her lipstick. Through her peripheral vision, she spotted Mitchie and immediately stopped. Mitchie clutched her book tighter to her chest, hoping it will remain footprint free. She quickly made her way to the last sink, far away from Mikayla.
"Nice book." She sneered, continuing to put on her lipstick.
Mitchie cleared her throat. "Yeah, it is." She looked down and smiled at her notebook and went back on guard against Mikayla's torment.
"So, get any flowers?" her attention drew away from her reflection and towards Mitchie.
Mitchie went from zero to pissed in under a split second. "It's none of your business what I get, pop princess." She stepped closer towards Mikayla but she stood her ground. "Why do you act like such a bitch?" Mikayla simply smiled, making Mitchie grow more furious. "You totally wrecked my book on purpose and you didn't even apologize!"
Her teeth clenched tighter together, forming a smile. "And you'd like me to feel bad?"
"You act like such a queen but your fans are going to leave you once everyone is tired of your bullshit. Soon you'll be a washed up no body before you even graduate." Mitchie finally got a reaction out of her. Sure, it was only a slight nostril flare but it was a small victory.
Through her clenched teeth she whispered. "I'd rather be a washed up has been than a never will be."
The very last comment that Mikayla left her with stung deep. Doing something with her music was something she always wanted to do. She didn't want to flip burgers for the rest of her life. She was still stationary as she watched the pop diva prance out of the bathroom.
A/N: R&R please?
