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Sadly, I do not own Camp Rock… if I did, Mitchie and Shane would have already kissed…
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Previously on Geek High…
I climbed up long agonizing staircase. It's either they made them too long, or I'm way out of shape.
After a couple minutes of walking, I finally reached room 608. The door was painted a bright red that screamed, Welcome to hell!
I opened the door and walked in, surprised to see…
Surprises
My idiotic older brother Mike. His dark brown hair looked slightly disheveled. No wonder. He never brushes his hair in the mornings. He wore a bright yellow shirt with a picture of the Power Rangers in front of it. His baggy shorts were so loose you could see part of his underwear. He sat on top of a desk, with a stupid grin on his face. Standing beside him was Sierra's younger brother, Sam. From what I hear, they're talking about action figures. At times I wonder how I'm even related to this idiot.
I shielded my face with my hands, trying to prevent him from seeing me.
"Mitchie!" squealed Mike. I quickly dropped my hands down to my sides and grinned nervously.
"Mike," I said, my teeth clenched into a forced smile. He jumped off the desk and ran towards me with his arms open.
"I've missed you so much!"
I expertly dodged him, in result, sending him crashing into the teacher's desk. Fake tears streamed down his face as he started to whine.
"Mitch, you're so mean!"
"What the hell are you even doing here?" I hissed at him.
"Beats me!"
I sighed and went to the back of the room. Mr. Johnson came in shortly after and rang a bell he always kept on top of his desk. "Settle down class!" his deep voice boomed. The room immediately got quiet. He smirked a little before grabbing a sheet of paper of his desk. "This year, I'm going to try assigned seats. Now the person I assign you with is the person you'll be sitting with for the rest of the school year. Is that clear?"
"Yes Mr. Johnson."
Everybody in the entire school, including the staff members, is afraid of Mr. Johnson. I'm not exactly sure if it's his personality, his nose, or both. Either way, nobody likes him. Rumor has it that he threw a pair of scissors at a student at his old school.
He looked around at the students briefly before clearing his throat. "Kristen and Kirsten Walker. Sit," he commanded. They grinned at each other and skipped merrily to their seats. "Looks like we're going to be seat buddies buddy!" they sang, giving each other a quick one-armed hug. Everyone awed. In my opinion, I think they're sweet, but scary.
"Next to them, I want Michael Torres and Tess Tyler," Mr. Johnson continued. Mike happily skipped towards the
He went down the class list. My name was called last. "Miss Torres. Lucky, you, you get to sit at the back of the room." I stalked towards my seat and plopped down, resting my chin in my palm.
"And now we have a special student," he emphasized without any enthusiasm.
"Wow, he's got to be the most boring teacher in the history of boring teachers," I heard Mike whisper, leaning towards Tess. She sneered at him.
"Is there something you want to share with us Mr. Torres?" Mr. Johnson asked, looking over at Mike. He gulped. "Uh, I-I just said how f-fun this class is going to be this year," he stuttered nervously. Mr. Johnson's face broke into a smile.
"Ah, a class clown I see! Everybody in the school I used to teach loved class clowns!" he smiled.
Mike grinned hopefully.
"But I don't." His face turned harsh and Mike's grinned faltered.
"As I was saying, we have a special student with us today. His name is Shane Gray."
Everyone, except for me, started screaming in joy. What do people see in him? He's a cocky popstar with no manners, a horrible attitude, and a bad reputation.
Shane slouched into the room. He wore his signature leather jacket and baggy jeans. Mr. Johnson gave a quick glare to the class. Everyone immediately became quiet. "Now Mr. Gray, I want you to sit with…"
Mr. Johnson was interrupted by Tess. "Mr. Johnson. I think it would be proper if he sits with me, since he is my boyfriend," she blurted out. Everyone started to chatter. Tess sat in her seat with a smug expression. "Yeah… he is my boyfriend," she repeated.
"Well frankly, I don't give a crap Miss Tyler. Now I hope you have some self-control and hold your tongue," glared Mr. Johnson. The entire class roared with laughter. Tess' face turned redder than a tomato.
"Mr. Gray, I'd like you to sit next to Miss Torres," he announced. My eyes snapped up, wide. I could feel all the girls glaring at me.
"Whatever," Shane muttered without any emotion, making his way back here. Oh god. I turned my focus towards my open notebook and started to scribble down lyrics. This is what I always do when I'm stressed, bored, or nervous.
I am confident
But I still have my moments
Baby, that's just me
I heard him pull out the seat next to mine. I pushed up my falling glasses and continued to write.
I'm not a supermodel
I still eat McDonalds
Baby, that's just me
Some may say I need to be afraid
Of losing everything
Because of where I've-
The bell rang, making me jump slightly. All of a sudden, I felt someone breathing on my neck. I turned my head, only to find my face a couple of inches away from Shane Gray's. His gorgeous sienna colored eyes flashed up to meet mine. He smirked.
"You're a pretty good songwriter," he complimented. I could feel girls (and I suspect some guys) glaring at me intensely.
"Um… t-thanks," I stammered. He smirked once again and then gracefully got out of his seat and out the door.
Shakily, I hurried to my next class. Luckily for me, Caitlyn was in it too.
Once I reached the chemistry room, I searched for my brown curly haired friend. I found her slumped in one of the desks. Her arms were folded on the table with her head resting on top of it. Her curls covered her eyes so I couldn't tell if she was sleeping or was just having a bad headache.
Snore…
Never mind. I squeezed past all of my other classmates and plopped down in the seat next to her. Tugging on her curls, I tried to wake her up.
"Cait… Wake up… the teacher's going to be here soon," I said, now poking her with the tip of my pencil (the eraser side).
Snore.
Fine. Then I guess we have to do this the hard way. "Caitlyn! Sam's running around naked in the hall!" I screeched in her ear. She bolted up straight and looked around frantically. "OH MY GOD!" she bellowed. By now, everyone in the chemistry room was staring at us like we were two total idiots. Which I guess, at the time, we are.
Blushing furiously, Caitlyn buried her face back into her arms. "Oh come on Cait! It wasn't that bad," I encouraged her.
After a couple of seconds, she sat up straight and looked at me. She sighed and then grinned brightly. "So… how's life?" she asked.
"Terrible," I replied simply.
"Care to explain?"
"How should I put this? My brother is in my class," I said.
"That's bad, right?" Caitlyn pondered for a moment. Nodding, I said, "And to top things off, I'm sitting next to an egoistic popstar."
"Are you talking about Shane Gray?"
"The one and only."
"Oh god! I hate that guy so much! But Nate's pretty cute," she sighed dreamily. Snapping my fingers in front of her, I laughed. "Who knew that Caitlyn Gellar has a crush on the egoistic popstar's best friend?"
She blushed again slightly.
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After Chemistry was done, Caitlyn and I walked to the lunch room, trying to find Sierra. We spotted her walking towards the table we usually sat at, with a lunch tray full of muck.
Sitting down beside her, she complained, "They call this trash food?"
"That's why you should bring bagged lunches," I grinned, gesturing towards my brown paper bag.
"Hey Sierra, I think Mitchie had the most productive morning than the both of us," Caitlyn piped up. Sierra raised one of her eyebrows.
"How so?"
Caitlyn beat me to the punch. "Her brother and Shane Gray are in her class."
Sierra gasped. "Are you serious?"
I nodded.
"Wow, you are so lucky! I love Connect 3!" she squealed with joy.
"Love their music, hate Shane," I replied, taking out a wrapped up peanut butter sandwich. Caitlyn nodded in agreement.
"SHANEY! DON'T BE LIKE THAT!" screeched an annoying high-pitched voice. We covered our ears.
Turning around, I saw none other than Shane and Tess. Shane had an annoyed look dawning upon his face. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Tess lied about them being boyfriend and girlfriend.
"Tess! Stop following me! Stop telling people that I'm your boyfriend! You are so fucking annoying!" yelled Shane. Tess, in return, just smiled sweetly and pinched his cheek. "Aww, Shane! You're so cute when you're angry!" she cooed. Slapping her hand away, he turned on his heel and walked away briskly.
Of course, Miss Drama Queen followed him. "Shaney! Come one! Don't deny the fact that we're together," she called.
"WE ARE NOT TOGETHER!"
I turned back to Sierra and Caitlyn. "Tough love," I joked.
"I hate Tess," spat out Caitlyn.
"You guys hate her too?" asked a melodic voice. It belonged to none other than Adrian Christenson. She was a fairly pretty girl. Her hair was like Caitlyn's. The only difference was that it was slightly longer and she had black hair. Her skin was smooth and tan. Today she wore a dark purple halter top, showing off her cleavage, with a black mini skirt and matching high heels.
Caitlyn scoffed, "Duh! I just want to smack her in her pretty little face."
"Then welcome to the club," she smiled, before walking away with her posse.
Caitlyn muttered under her breath, "I also hate her too."
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I walked down the hall towards music class. It was the only subject, besides lunch, that I looked forward to.
I was too caught up in my thoughts that I didn't realize Shane.
"Oops!"
And with that, I fell on my butt, my glasses coming off my face.
"Hey, lyrics girl," he greeted with his husky voice.
"Shit, where are my glasses?" I swore. He remained silent. I could've sworn he was looking at my face. But what do I know? I'm practically blind without my glasses.
"I have an idea," he muttered to himself. He grabbed my wrist and forcefully pulled me up to my feet. He started to push me to the other direction.
"Hey! Where are you taking me?" I said, digging my feet into the ground. He sighed and effortlessly slung me over his shoulder. "Waah!"
"Simple," he began, "I'm going to give you a makeover."
To be continued…
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Quotes of the Next Chapter…
Mitchie: What the hell is a plucker?
Tess: What are you doing with that loser?
Shane: Hey guys! This is Mitchie, my girlfriend.