Hey guys! So my story got deleted by stupid Fanfiction who seems to be on a deleting spree. So, no one plagiarized this story, I'm just re-uploading it.
One shot. I know I have other stories to finish. But I'm holding it off. This will most likely have another chapter. Same scene, only in Zach's POV. It'll be fun. Review please!
I do not own Gallagher Girls or the Nickalodeon show Victorious. I don't own the song either. So… yea. Enjoy.
Inner Bitch
The girls and I were hanging out.
It was the one night Mom (or Headmistress Morgan) was letting us out in town for ages! She knew the girls were getting antsy.
So we just happened to be at this karaoke club, called Dizzy's Karaoke. The owner being Dizzy Middleton himself.
Bex, Macey, Liz and I were dressed to impress. Macey wanted me to sing a song tonight, since she knew I've always wanted to perform onstage, but I hate being in the center of attention. Being known as The Chameleon has its disadvantages. I was scared out of my mind, being in the spotlight. An army of buff angry enemy guys in black suits coming at you with guns? Yea, I can handle that. Having to disable a bomb that goes off in 5 minutes? Easy as pie. But singing in a crowd? Nope. Not so great.
So before we went to town, Macey bombarded me with make up brushes, a curling iron and a bunch of crap from McHenry Cosmetics. Saying exactly this earned me a slap to the head. No one called McHenry Cosmetic stuff 'crap'. It was practically illegal. To get me back, Macey tested fourteen different makeup looks on me, made me try on 6 different outfits and curled, straightened, then curled again my hair. And that's why I am sitting in a civilian teen hangout looking like a freaking movie star. I had to admit. As harassing as Macey McHenry was, she knew what she was doing when it came to looking hot.
I had on a dark blue ruffled top that complimented my figure perfectly and a tight black leather jacket. I had blackish brownish skinny jeans and some stud booties with small heels. My hair was set in loose waves and my make up was simple but perfect.
(AN: You can skip these descriptions and get on with the story if you want) (Bex was dressed similarly, only with a stunning red halter-top to compliment her curves as well, black leather pants and matching stilettos. Her hair was down in loose curls that met her ribs.
Macey had on a flashy mint green mini dress with a black belt and brown heeled boots. She had her hair straightened and framing her face.
Liz was also gorgeous with a light pink ruffled top, and tight blue jeans that gave her a nice butt and tan wedges that added height. Her hair was in a curled half up half down do.)
I have to admit, we were having the time of our lives. We cheered on the performers and celebrated with the super delicious chicken wings, salty fries, and milkshakes. I know I shouldn't say this, but it felt nice acting like normal teenagers even for one night. I could tell the rest of the girls felt the same.
We danced with each other, because we knew we were on our own. No coms unit. No sneaky teachers (we checked) and no mission. Just pure good old fun.
Some guy was in the middle of a rocking guitar solo, when Liz tensed up turning to us in panic. We didn't really worry, Liz panicked over a lot of things.
"You guys! Those guys over there have been staring at us for ages now! Do you think we're being tailed?" My hazel eyes narrowed slightly, but I proceeded to be dancing to the guitarist. Bex and Macey discreetly looked in the direction Liz had pointed out. Then they looked at me with a slight, unnoticeable (to a civilian) frown on their faces.
"I don't think they're tailing us!" yelled Macey over the loud guitar music. Bex nodded, fighting back a snarl. I quickly glanced over to see why they were so pissed. I understood their reactions when I saw these four guys giving us kissy faces and seductive looks. I rolled my eyes. They weren't even that cute.
The music ended and we took our seats. That's when the four boys decided to strut over to us, these goofy grins on their faces, they probably thought were sexy. Nope. Macey bit back a groan and Bex clenched her fists, but kept a mask on. Liz stood absolutely still. I was surprised she wasn't a freaking ice sculpture.
I silently begged to the good lord that they weren't coming over to us, but my prayers were useless. They were indeed headed towards my little group. Bex cursed under her breath in Japanese.
The tallest guy looked at me cheekily. He attempted to lay his hand on my ass, but I smacked him away, a dangerous glint in my eyes. He just smirked (not in a good way. Not in… Zach's way)
"Hey, don't need to get handsy with me," he hummed. I snarled. The guy was at least a foot taller than me. He had short wavy brown hair and blue eyes. He was kind of cute but he had the aura of a total douche bag.
"Get away from us," I snapped. I put on my Gallagher glare, which seemed to faze them a little bit but they went right back to annoying us.
The other guy who was checking out Macey attempted to grab her- body parts, which only resulted in him, being hit with a Chanel clutch viciously.
"WHAT THE HELL!" screeched Macey. The guy rubbed his arm with a pained look on his face, but the others laughed. Bex looked like she was about to punch the black hair boy with a Bieber cut that was checking her out. I gave her a look that reminded her to NOT do that thing her mom did to that terrorist who was going to bomb a cake factory. It was waaay too brutal. He was only a civilian.
I noticed the dark haired boy with blue eyes eyeing me suggestively. I rolled my eyes. A very annoying civilian.
After about 10 minutes of constant harassment, a few punches and ah, very colorful words, we knew that these guys weren't spies or anything of that sort. They were pretty much harmless. Just freaking irritating!
We found out that their names were Josh, Dillon, Pete and Tommy. They were juniors at Roseville High. Oh yea, did I mention they were total douche bags?
So when Logan (the DJ of Dizzy's Karaoke) called up for a performer, and no one answered, Macey brightly looked at me and purred to her admirer, who's name was Pete.
"Hey, I think Cam would like to do a song, right Camster?" she said slyly. I looked confused for a second, not knowing what to say.
What? No, I can't. I'll freak. What is she thinking? Well maybe she's trying to give me an escape from Josh. But I can't just leave her, Liz and Bex behind. But I guess singing is better than this harassment. What is she thinking? There was some sort of hidden message she was trying to give me, but me in my baffled mind state couldn't think of anything. But apparently Bex caught on, because she nodded to her admirer, Dillon and took my arm. Josh looked at me kinkily as Bex dragged me away. That dude was so gonna get hit in the soft spot.
I should have known when Bex dragged me onstage and told Logan the song title, that Macey had something up her Kate Spade sweater sleeve.
I suddenly felt a rush of confidence and empowerment as the music finally started.
I started off smirking as I gripped the microphone tightly.
(Bold is Bex, Underline is Cammie, Italic is both)
Why am i always hit on by the boys I never like
I can always see 'em coming
From the left and from the right
I don't want to be a priss
I just try to be polite
But it always seems to bite me in the-
Ask me for my number
Yeah you put me on the spot
You think that we should hookup
But I think that we should not
You had me at hello
Then you opened up your mouth
And that is when it started going south
Oh!
Get your hands off my hips
'Fore I'll punch you in the lips
Stop your staring at my - hey!
Take a hint, take a hint
No you can't buy me a drink
Let me tell you what I think
I think you could use a mint
Take a hint, take a hint
T-take a hint, take a hint
The four boys were dancing like idiots. Little did they know that the song was directed right. At. Them. Ha!
I saw my Gallagher sisters dancing like crazy! Macey was laughing so hard I could hear her from across the restaurant. Then I frowned slightly when I saw Pete try to get grabby with Macey again, so I motioned for Bex to follow me as we proceeded off the stage, singing the whole way. The next line, I sang right to the stupid boy's faces.
I guess you still don't get it
So let's take it from the top
You asked me what my sign is
And I told you it was STOP
And if I had a dime
For every name that you just dropped
You'd be here and I'd be on a yacht
Oh!
I think Josh and Tommy were starting to get it. They had stopped dancing and were looking at us with frightened and brutally offended eyes. Ha! Serves them right. But Dillon and Pete, the idiots they were kept dancing and attempting to grind Macey and Liz. I rolled my eyes and pushed them away from my sisters.
Get your hands off my hips
'Fore I'll punch you in the lips
Stop your staring at my - hey!
Take a hint, take a hint
No you can't buy me a drink
Let me tell you what I think
I think you could use a mint
Take a hint, take a hint
T-take a hint, take a hint
Oh this time they got it. Dillon and Pete had stopped dancing and were staring at us with the same expressions Josh and Tommy had. Bex smirked at me and we stared them straight in the eyes as we sang.
What about "no" don't you get
So go and tell your friends
I'm not really interested
It's about time that you're leavin'
I'm gonna count to three and
Open my eyes and you'll be gone
We started to push them towards the exit, Macey and Liz trailing behind us smirking triumphantly. In the moment, I forgot that I was singing in front of the whole restaurant. I forgot that I was afraid of being in the spotlight. I forgot all my worries and troubles. I felt so free and amazing!
One
Get your hands off my-
Two.
Or I'll punch you in the-
Three.
Stop your staring at my-
Hey!
Take a hint, take a hint
We finally gave them one last shove before spinning around and dancing sexily to the stage again.
I am not your missing link
Let me tell you what I think
I think you could use a mint
Take a hint, take a hint
As we danced on stage, I kicked a random chair in their direction, giving me that super badass label knew I couldn't pull off anywhere else. Bex was also being super feisty. She flipped them the middle finger. The crowd howled enthusiastically!
I smiled widely as the 4 boys ushered out of the restaurant, giving us frantic glances. The audience cheered and whistled. Macey and Liz whooped as Bex and I sang.
Get your hands off my hips
'Fore I'll punch you in the lips
Stop your staring at my - hey!
Take a hint, take a hint
T-take a hint, take a hint!
We were finally done! Macey and Liz ran up squealing. Bex grabbed Liz and hugged her tightly. I looked at Macey with gratitude.
"Come here, Camster!" she giggled as she pulled me into a hug. The audience cheered twice as loud as before!
"You showed those boys!" cried Liz. Macey laughed and nodded.
I stood there, in the spotlight (literally and figuratively), laughing as the audience cheered, hugging my sisters. I can't believe I just did that. I didn't feel like The Chameleon. But in a good way, you know? She's still there, just hiding. Waiting to come out. But here, on this stage at Dizzy's Karaoke, I was someone different. I was a new type of Cammie Morgan.
I have to say, in the flurry of excitement, I had slightly let down my guard. I had tucked away my spyness for a few moments. Good thing it wasn't permanent or else I would have almost missed a certain dark haired boy exit through the back of the restaurant, following two other shadows.
Almost.