Remy's next four classes—five including lunch—went by as she had expected. She went, people stared, she glanced their directions, they looked away, she went about her business.
It was as she walked into Vocal 5 that she found herself in the presence of those bright grey eyes again. When she first saw those eyes, she smiled at her luck and looked up asking if the gods above were out to get her. There was no way she was going to be able to play Tom & Jerry without falling for her. But despite the situation, and the fact that those eyes that were glaring at her with fire, she walked in and sat on the bottom of the risers and waited for class to begin.
"Okay, okay." The teacher came in and saw Remy. "I was told that I had a new student in this class." She smiled at the young brunette. "What's your name, dear?"
"Remy Hadley." She stood and dusted herself off.
"Remy that's a very uncommon name." She smiled, then realized how it must've sounded, "Beautiful," she quickly put in, "just uncommon."
"Oh thank you, Miss…" She asked, sticking her hand out. She had already noted that there was no wedding band on the woman's left hand.
"Clarke" She responded, taking Remy's hand for a shake.
"What is she, gay? Girl sucks up to Miss Clarke and completely ignores Taub…although, that's not necessarily evidence…" The one named Cuddy said.
"Yeah, but the way she just checked Miss Clarke out is…" replied the other brunette…Warner was her last name.
Remy rolled her eyes as she turned to them after her exchange with Miss Clarke, but she didn't respond to them…didn't see the point.
She didn't really have time to either because this guy had walked in and up to her, "You new here?" He asked as he ducked into his bag and pulled out some sheet music.
"Mr. Wilson, you're late." Miss Clarke said as she walked out of her closet of an office with what looked like more of the same sheet music. "Here you are Miss Hadley; this is what we've been singing while there hasn't been a musical for the Dramatics to work on."
"Oh," She scrunched her eyebrows at the nickname for the kids in drama, then quickly recovered, "thank you." She gave a small smile to Miss Clarke.
Wilson looked at her a second, "So you are new here. This you're first day?" He stuck his hand out, "I'm James Wilson."
"Remy..Hadley. And yeah, it is." She looked to the sheet music.
"So have you met Lisa, Stacy and Allison?" He jerked his head back to the three some that were pretending not to eavesdrop.
She opened her mouth to speak, but held for a second since he seemed to know and like the bitches. "Uhh…uuI've spoken with them, the blonde one mainly." Remy looked up at them and 'the blonde one' was staring back at her, she had an intense gaze on her face, but it could have been overpowering fury.
"Oh, yeah, that's Allison" He said as he looked over at the girls too, "…the curly haired one? That's Lisa, she's my girlfriend." He looked at Remy with a grin.
"So that leaves the other to be Stacy." Remy was still looking at Cameron.
"Oh yeah…" His voice got really soft, if she hadn't been paying full attention to him she would have missed it, "Between you and me, she's kind of a slut, but they're all 'biffs' or whatever so I don't get involved." He rolled his eyes thinking about how he must've sounded.
"So, her name is Allison Cameron?" Remy asked without thinking.
"Yeah…" he knit his eyebrows at the way she was looking at Allison, "Are you gay?" he asked flat out.
"No. Are you?" Remy asked in the same tone with a bit of shock on her features.
He closed his eyes in regret, "Damn, I'm such a jackass…I'm sorry. I—I-I don't even know why I asked that."
"It's cool, I get that more often than I probably should when I wear ties." She smirked.
This eased him a bit, "So, you know this song?" he turned his attention to the sheet music.
"Yeah, I love Queen." She started bobbing her head while reading the music.
"Miss Clarke?" Allison stood and came down from the risers. "I think the new girl should sing in front of all of us…you know, just to see where she is, and make sure she can sing adequately enough for the rest of us." She scrunched her nose then stared at Remy like she was challenging her.
"Allison, she does not have to 'try out'—" Miss Clarke started, but Remy interrupted.
"Will this song do, Allison?" Remy held up the music and walked over to the piano.
"Sure." She sat down and crossed her legs arrogantly.
"You want to do back up, or is this a solo act?" She twiddled on the piano for a second.
"I'll see how I feel, how does that sound?"
"Come on A, this song needs a chorus…I got you new girl." Wilson said as he stood behind the piano.
"James!" Lisa seethed between her teeth.
"Now, Lisa, James is right. How about you sing back up too?"
Lisa sighed loudly as she did as asked by one of her favorite teachers. "Stace?" She looked hopefully at the other brunette.
"Nope." She got cozy next to Allison.
"Awwh, it's okay Lisa. My singing isn't that terrible!" Remy said sarcastically, knowing just how well she could sing.
Lisa rolled her eyes and looked at her nails as she settled on one hip.
Then Remy opened her mouth. "Can…" She glanced at James and Lisa to come in and started playing the piano.
"Anybody, find me somebody to…love?" The trio sang.
Remy looked up and raised her eyebrow in a cocky manor at Allison, "Each morning I get up, I die a little. Can barely stand on my feet. Take look in the mirror and cry 'Lord what you're doing to me!' I have spent all my years in believing you, but I just can't get no relief, Lord! Somebody" She barely got the appropriate accompaniments due to their shock, "Somebody. Can anybody find me somebody to love?"
When the song ended she stood from the bench and walked over to Allison, "That adequate enough for you?" She chuckled as all Allison could do was flare her nostrils and clench her teeth.
The bell rang and everyone stood to leave, "Let me guess…" Remy stopped her, "You're a 'dramatic' or whatever? Got drama next?" She didn't even look or care about Allison's reaction. "Me too." She grinned even wider at the blonde's discomfort.
"Miss Hadley?" Miss Clarke interrupted any further discussion.
"Oh, yeah, if anything I prefer Remy or Thirteen…" She walked over to her teacher.
"Thir—teen?" Miss Clarke started, "Why Thirteen?"
"Don't worry about it, just a nickname that stuck." She closed her palm and rubbed her scar as she thought about how she got her nickname, but didn't continue.
"O…kay. Uh, you are an exceptional piano player, do you play anything else?"
"Yes." Remy answered her question with no emphasis as to what else she played.
"Guitar? Drums?" She wanted more.
"Yes." Remy said in the same flat voice as she grabbed her journal.
Miss Clarke scrunched her brows briefly and looked at the totally original young woman before her. "Well, alright…if I need someone to play any of those in the future, would you be willing to?"
Remy grinned and laughed lightly, "Yes." She said as she walked towards the door.
Miss Clarke smiled back, "Have a good one Remy."
"And you Miss Clarke." She walked out and down the hall.
As she found the appropriate hall she saw Allison, Lisa and the guy she had a feeling she could be friends with, Wilson. He was a good guy except for the whole Lisa Cuddy and himself thing…and he seemed to be a major flirt.
"Don't talk to her James." Lisa scolded as they saw her coming down the hallway.
"Wha? Oh, come on Lisa!" He looked at Allison for help.
"Don't look at me; Lisa's telling you not to talk to her for me. that girl has been nothing but a bitch. That's all she will be. She's fucking arrogant and completely infuriating." Allison told him.
His mouth dropped, "Jesus Christ! She's a good person. She didn't mean anything by what she did. You were the one provoking her anyway." He defended the girl that was slowly approaching.
"Look. Just don't talk to her—" Allison and Lisa both started.
"Oh, it's okay Jamesy." Remy said as she walked towards them, running her fingers along the wall. "They just want me to live a high school hell by not having any friends, or being able to talk to anyone." She stopped when she got to them, her hand still on the wall as she stared at Allison as she said her next words. "But what they don't realize is they're just doing me a big favor." She leaned on the wall and into Allison's bubble. "You see Allison, the less I talk to people, the less people know about me. And the less people know about me, the better." She raised her eyebrows and smiled at the occupants of the hallway. "This door lead to the stage of the theatre? Good." She walked through it after both of them nodded.
There is something about that girl… Allison thought as she pushed past the couple followed Remy's path.
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One month passed, and Remy was really liking school. Her classes without the bitch were interesting and they kept her occupied, but her three classes with the bitch were so much better.
She had already developed a routine of either ignoring the blonde completely, or piling so much sarcasm and wit on the poor girl that she couldn't handle it. The blonde would eventually explode and yell at her, and Remy would laugh and continue on with the homework, looking at the music or asking the drama teacher, Miss Fitzpatrick, what the musical was.
She was trying to ignore this feeling that she knew was going to develop for the blonde bitch, but, really, she knew it was too the point where it was too late and that she like-liked her. She had been thinking about her situation as she recalled the reason her last girlfriend broke up with her, You're young, you fall hard and fast…I'm sorry, but this wasn't supposed to be a thing, just a fling… "God damn it Spencer!" She mumbled under her breath as she went to bed for the night.—Jesus! It's been over a year since my last relationship! Her thoughts went back and forth between what she had and what she thought she might possibly want.
She needed a distraction. Something, someone to take her mind from playing what if.
And the next day, it was like someone in the high heavens was playing a practical joke on her as she walked into drama. She knew that Fitzpatrick was wanting them there early so that she could introduce the student teacher, but lo and behold, she ran late because she was going over some music with Miss Clarke.
"Hadley you're late." Fitzpatrick said as she began walking off stage.
"I know Fitz-P, I'm sorry. I was going over music with Miss Clarke. Here" She had caught up to her, "I have a note and everything."
"Hmm, well, I guess I'm not mad at you then." She acted like she was a high school girl herself. "You missed introductions." She said as she looked at the approaching figure. "Remy, this is—"
"Spencer!..." Remy finished for her, her eyes wide.
"I was…actually I was going to say Miss Casey…" Miss Fitzpatrick looked between the two, as did everyone else. She shrugged, brought the corners of her mouth down, and closed her eyes as she stepped out of the way, "But you two know each other…awesome." She walked over to the students to watch this—whatever this was, pan out.
Spencer smiled meekly at them before walking, quickly, with purpose to Remy, "What the hell are you doing here?" Her voice was soft, trying not to let the audience hear, but it was harsh and accusatory.
"What am I doing here, what are you doing here? Since when are you a student teacher? I thought you wanted to be an actor or some shit—not direct fuckin' school plays." She waved her hand around her.
"Yes, well, I got realistic and changed my major so that I could teach drama instead of live it…apparently I can't not live it though." She looked Remy up and down.
Remy could tell she was blaming her for the situation, "How the fuck is this my fault? You broke up with me! You knew I wasn't done with school. I could have come here at the time that we were sleeping together, so how is it so improbable?" Remy asked bluntly.
"Okay kids, let's go to the vocal room today, we're not doing anything on stage anyways…" Miss Fitzpatrick shoved the students out of the auditorium and walked out herself.
"It's so improbable because you said that you weren't going to ever go back to school! You said that there was no chance in heaven nor hell! So, I figured I could student teach wherever because I wasn't going to see anyone that I fuckin' knew! God, you're infuriating! Even when you're not in my life, you still fuck it up!"
"What's that supposed mean? Again I say, You're the one who broke up with me! Not the other way around." Remy got closer to her, letting the intensity take over.
"Nothing! It doesn't mean anything! You just…you stay here, and keep going to school, I'll student teach somewhere else, somewhere where I haven't slept with one of the students." She turned and began to walk to the door.
"That'll be hard to find seeing as you were sleeping with Helena Cox not two weeks after me! So who knows how many high school juniors and seniors you sleep with… Oh, and that Remy, you're too young shit? Obviously a big heaping, steaming pile of horse shit! Didn't buy it then, definitely don't buy it now!" Remy yelled after her.
"Oh!" Spencer turned back around, "Fuck you!"
"Already did!" Remy opened her arms in a 'come and get me' defensive stance and walked a couple feet toward her.
Spencer slapped hard across the face.
Remy didn't do anything but drop her arms and flare her nostrils, trying to keep from actually shedding the tears that built up after the initial impact.
"I'm sorry," Spencer didn't move away either. They stared at each other for a moment. And, they wouldn't have been able to tell who went in first, but in the next moment, they were in a heated battle of whose tongue was going to whose mouth.
It was Spencer that came to her senses as she pulled away, "I'm sorry." She said quietly, patting where she had just slapped her.
"You always were." Remy said as she pulled farther. "It's good, this is good." She turned from her completely and picked up her book bag. "So I'm assuming I won't see you around." Remy asked, but it was more a statement.
"You know I can't…" Spencer replied after she finally got eye contact, "You scared me…before." She clarified because of Remy's confused face. "I fell for you just as much as you fell for me. I've never been in a serious relationship and I didn't and don't want one…that's why I left…I was scared." She touched her cheek again. Remy nodded in understanding "I should go…Need to find out if this other school still has an opening."
"Okay." Remy nodded and left the stage also. She went back to the vocal room where everyone else was.
James was the one that got up and walked over to her, "I thought you said you weren't gay." Were his first words.
"I'm not gay." Remy responded with an eye roll.
"You're honestly gonna say that after all these people heard the first part of your little cat fight?"
"It wasn't a cat fight; it was closure…after a fuckin' year." She trailed off. "And I'm not gay! I'm bisexual." She clarified. "Spencer and I got together like a year and a half ago. We were hot and heavy for a few months..then we weren't." She looked at him. "So now you know. You can spread the news all you want." She looked at the trio she liked to call the three bitchketeers, and knew were eavesdropping, then turned back to Wilson, "And you can have a new fantasy to jack off to." She gave him a sweet smile, totally contradicting her candid statement. His eyes bugged in reaction, and he gave an apologetic smile like he was saying 'I'm just a teenage guy'.
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That night at their very late dinner, Remy decided it was time to tell Joanna and Steve her dirty little secret.
"I'm bisexual." She folded her lips into her mouth and pursed as they rolled back out.
Their reactions to this small statement were anything but subtle. Joanna choked on her bite of mashed potatoes that she had just put in her mouth, and Steven had, of course just taken a drink and showered his wife with soda.
"Steevah!" She yelled as she wiped her mouth.
"Sorry, Honey." He said, not really paying attention, as his full attention was on Remy, "So…bisexual huh?"
"Yeah…I was going to tell you, but there didn't really seem to be a right time…"
"There's never a right time, Sweets" Joanna said and paused, "How long…?"
"Like a year before my Mom…"
"Uh huh…is there someone we should know about?" She wanted to know if there was any prompting this conversation.
"No…it's just…Today at school…well, one of my lady exes was there…"
"Oh, how did you just see her today? You've been there a month..Already not the new girl anymore?" Steve asked.
"Well, she…was going to student teach for drama…"
"Hahaho man! You dated a student teacher? You like older women?" Steve became a gossiping teenage girl.
Remy looked at Steve like he was a dipshit, "Not necessarily…" She curled her hair behind her ear and suddenly became shy.
"So, are you going to have to see this ex of yours everyday now?" Joanna asked curiously.
"No she quit after…" Remy trailed off.
Steve, who had been leaning backwards stretching, popped himself forward with a shit eating grin, "After what?"
"After…" She pursed her lips to the side and tapped her finger on the table, "we kissed for a bit."
"Ye-yah, up top!" Steve yelled and threw his hand up waiting for a five.
Remy stared at him—again, like he was a dipshit, "And we finally got some closure." She finished, deciding to just tell the truth. They were quiet for a moment. "Well…" Remy started, "Like I said, I just thought you should know…"
"Well thank you for telling us." Joanna said as she got up and walked around the table to her to kiss her head.
"Yeah, we don't care who you bring home…just as long as you do when you have someone to bring." Steve had sobered and added on to his wife's statement. "Okay?"
Remy sighed with relief, "Okay. I'm going to go to bed. Tryouts are tomorrow…" She said, referring to the tryouts she liked to bug Miss Fitzpatrick about, as she walked to their back door to go to her house.
"Good luck." They both smiled at her as she left.
"So," Steve turned to Jo, "She's bisexual…"
"And that is not gay…that was the bet, we were both wrong…it's a draw." She smiled at him.
"What happens now?" He asked.
"Well, we both win, we both lose…so should we both do our debts?" She asked as she put her arms around him.
"Mmm? Yeah…" He started, "This way we both win…twice."
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The reaction the school's body gave to her bisexuality was rather encouraging also. All the guys thought it was hot, and all the girls stared at her and started asking her questions. Not because they thought she was a disgusting person—well a few maybe…, but because they were curious and thought she would tell them the truth on if their asses looked fat in their jeans. She had made quite a name for herself at he school. She wasn't going to lie: She loved the attention, mainly because it pissed the object of her secret affection off, and she loved being able to get away with most of the things she did.
Everyone liked her even though they didn't know anything about her (aside from her bisexuality and her ex was a student teacher), but that was one of their main reasons: She was mysterious. People actually started calling her Thirteen when word got around that she told someone somewhere that that was a nickname. Granted no one knew the reason they were called her Thirteen, but they did anyways.
Over the next month the musical that Remy tried out for, Rent, was the talk of the Dramatics—and therefore, because of the three bitchketeers, a lot of the school was starting to buzz about it. Remy was playing Maureen Johnson, and Allison was going to play Maureen's lover, Joanne Jefferson. The other roles were filled with the other talents of the school; Wilson got the lead: He was playing Mark Cohen.
The day that the roles were posted, Remy was sitting on stage a few feet down from Miss Fitzpatrick. She was playing guitar and flirting with everyone around her: Another thing she found that pissed Allison off. She was on the second chorus of Garth Brooks' 'Wrapped Up in You' when the scream came.
"Miss Fitzpatrick!" The doors flew open, and Allison came stomping down the aisle. "How could you do that?"
"Do what, Allison?" Miss Fitzpatrick looked up from the notes she was going over for the financial budget for the production.
"How can you possibly put me opposite her?" She yelled still, pointing at Remy. Remy, like always, started laughing. "This isn't funny! I can't believe I have to be around you even more! God!" She turned back to Miss Fitzpatrick. "Why?"
"Yeah Fitz-P! Don't you know that the world revolves around Little Miss Allison Cameron over there! I can't believe you put me, the person she hates most in the world for no reason but she's just bored with her life and needed some drama, opposite of her! How inconsiderate!" Throughout her little monologue she had set her guitar down, stood up and made it clear that she was making fun of Allison.
"Remy!" Miss Fitzpatrick said sternly.
"What? I was just showing the five year old what she looked like." She shrugged and walked the couple feet back to her guitar, then over to a chair on the stage. She looked over at Allison to see daggers. "Uh oh…looks like someone's planning my death." She started playing the Halloween theme acoustically, which sounded different but everyone listening to the conversation started laughing. "I am so scared."
"You are such a bitch!" Allison yelled again.
"Enough!" Miss Fitzpatrick yelled, "Remy. Allison. You both have set duty until you can be civil toward each other. You start when the bell rings. I'll come back every couple hours to make sure we haven't backtracked. Got it?"
Allison crossed her arms, and Remy put her guitar down.
"Fine." Came from Allison.
Remy gave an "Okay."
AN: Okay, I hope you guys are still liking it…I really like writing it…well, technically it's been written for a while, just in my head though…
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