Expect the Unexpected
Chapter 3: The Sexy Pig
Last time on Expect the Unexpected…
"I will give you and your partner a specific scene in which you will act out in front of the entire class. Your scene must be memorized by the end of the week." Ms. Griselda said and began to talk in detail about the project. I, of course already learning this, ignored her and thought about this case.
Princess Estella = Blonde/Golden hair, hazel eyes, Beautiful
Stella (Princess) = Blonde/Golden hair, hazel eyes, Gorgeous
Princess Estella…Stella?
Nah just a coincidence.
Stella's point of view:
"When I call you and your partner's names out, please come up and get your scenes." Ms. Griselda said before she started calling out names, only pausing to give a brief description about each individual scene.
As I sat in my seat, I silently went over the scenes of Romeo and Juliet in my head. I was hoping, no praying, that me and Brandon get a mutual scene. You know like the scene in the middle when Juliet calls down from her balcony "Romeo, Romeo, where art thy Romeo?" With a scene like that we wouldn't even have to be near each other. We could even do a scene where neither of us has to touch the other. Easy scenes like those would work. That way I could get my A and never have to talk to that jackass for the rest of my two years in high school.
But it seems that God was didn't hear my prayers because before I knew it, every scene in the entire play was taken. Well that is except the last scene. The same last scene where we would most definitely be near each other. The same last scene where we would definitely have to touch each other. The same last scene where we would have to… kiss. Just the thought made me sick. (Though only moments ago, the same thought would have brought a huge smile on my face.)
I was mentally hyperventilating, when Ms. Griselda called our names. (A princess never shows her fears in front of others, my mother always said.)
Stella calm down, this is English III, not drama. We probably will have to just read it aloud. I smiled at my thought, as I walked proudly across the room to get my script.
"Mr. Monroe, will please join me and your partner as we discuss 25% of your grade." This suddenly snapped Brandon out of his daze, and he quickly followed me to the front of the room.
"Okay, now I've chose these scene for you, Stella, because I know how much of a Drama Queen you are." I rolled my eyes at the same time I heard Brandon chuckle. 'This is the most important scene in the entire play; therefore I will be grading this scene more strictly than the others. I expect you both, to put everything you have in this scene and give us a performance we'll never forget." She smiled as Brandon began to walk away with his script. I turned around, but something was gnawing at my gut asking the same question I had since hearing my scene.
"Ms. Griselda, when you say perform you mean…?" I asked waiting for her t finish my sentence
"I mean I want to see each scene as though I'm watching the original play. I want you guys to be the actors." She smiled in confusion, as though there was no other definition of 'performance'
"Yes, Ma'm. But in this particular scene there is a.. um.. you know..?" I started hoping she'd get the just of my sentence without me finishing. For a second she looked confused, before opening her eyes in realization.
"Are you talking about the kiss? Stella, stop being a Drama Queen. You're a … decent looking young lady. I'm sure you've been kissed plenty of times before." I blinked at her twice. Did she just call me an ugly slut?
Ignoring her comment, I continued explaining my problem. "Yes I've been kissed before, but uh. I'm not very… comfortable kissing Brandon" more like I'll throw-up in the middle of the scene, but there's no need to say all of that. I'm sure she got the point.
"Oh Stella, don't think of it like that. You're not kissing Brandon. Juliet is kissing her beloved Romeo." She smiled like she was waiting for her own Romeo. The entire experience was pretty creepy to me.
I rolled my eyes impatiently. "That's not what I mean."
"Ms. Johnson I suggest you take your seat and work with your partner because my decision is final. You will do this scene with Mr. Monroe, unless you want a zero for 25% of your grade." She raised her eyebrows threateningly. If this was five years ago, I would have cussed her out in the three differently languages I knew, for talking to a Solarian Princess like that. But since I no longer was Princess Estella, I simply nodded my head and took my seat, letting think she put fear in me. Though it was the fear I had of Aunt Samera that sent me to my seat.
As soon as I sat in my seat the bell rang signaling it was time for 2nd period. Before Brandon left I tapped his shoulder.
"Did you hear her? We have to do the kiss or we both fail." The irritation was clear in my voice. But instead of him making a huge scene and demanding that we go to the principal with this problem like I expected him to do, he simply shrugged his shoulders and turned to escape.
I grabbed his shoulder again, only this time I was more confused than irritated. "Why aren't you as mad as I am?" he smiled at my question, as though it was totally obvious.
"Because I can't wait." He whispered into my ear, sending chills down my spine. Once he noticed my disturbance, he broke out into a deep and honest laugh. This laugh only pissed me off further because I was sure my face was as red as a rose.
"You… you… sexist pig!" I shouted at him as he began to leave the room.
He smiled at me. "Sorry Stella but this 'sexy' pig has to go before he's late for his next class." When he was finally out of the room he called out. "Adiós mi princesa!"
"Don't call me that!" I called back frustrated right before the tardy bell rang.
Ughh! Stupid foreign guy!
Brandon's point of view:
"Don't call me that!" Stella yelled back making me laugh. What I assumed to be the tardy bell rang about two seconds after I was in my next class, which was across the hall from my 1st period class.
The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. I learned a few things about both the blonde in the dress and Stella. The blonde in the dress name is Diaspro and she is the head cheerleader. Apparently Diaspro dates Sky, which so happens to be Stella's big brother, the guy with the blonde hair. This town really was small. So far the only two girls that were natural blondes were Diaspro and Stella. And the only guy who knew them both was the one and only Sky Johnson.
When I got to the cafeteria for lunch I made it my personal mission to find the guy in question and make friends with him. How… delightful?
"Hey watch where you're going" Sky said when I accidently bumped into him.
"Oh I'm sorry man I wasn't paying attention. I'm-"
"Brandon Monroe right?" he smiled once he saw the confusion in my face.
"How did you-"
"We have first period together. Plus Gardenia is a small town, everyone knows everybody." He gave me another smile before offering to shake my hand. "I'm Sky, Sky Johnson."
"It's nice to meet you." I shook his hand before slowly leaving with a sadden look on my face. 5...4...3...2...
"Hey Brandon, do you want to sit us?" Sky asked, being the innocent guy he was.
I gave him a charming smile. "Yeah, thanks man." I said and followed him to his table.
Sitting there was a variety of people including Diaspro and Stella. Before Sky could introduce me properly, a guy with oddly purple hair destroyed my ear drums.
"YOU'RE THE NEW FOREIGN EXCHANGE STUDENT, RIGHT? DO YOU SPEAK ENGLISH?" He asked yelling and articulating his words very carefully. He used huge hand gestures almost acting out each word. I blinked at him three times, trying to hold in my laughter. Everyone else at the table didn't do such a good job. The girl beside him with dark, almost purple, blue hair was in tears before she could finally answer.
She smacked him in the back of his head. "First of all He's foreign not deaf. Speaking louder wouldn't help him at all Riven." She laughed.
"And second of all" Stella said, the laughter in her eyes disappeared and she narrowed them toward me, "He can speak English quite fluently. Correct Mr. Monroe?" she added with raised eyebrows.
"Correct, Princess." And as soon as the word 'princess' left my mouth, a mouth full of chocolate milk was spit out all over Diaspro's red dress.
"What the Hell, Sky?!" Diaspro yelled, but Sky ignored her. His gaze was set on me. And what an intense gaze it was. For some reason it seems his gaze was a not so nice one. He looked like he wanted to punch me in the face, and me, being the tough secret agent that I was, gave him the same intimidating glare. Stella was the only one to notice the thick tension.
"Brandon" she said shoving my shoulder playfully. "Stop calling me that stupid nickname" she put emphasis on the word nickname which snapped Sky out of his gaze. He looked at Diaspro and tried not to laugh.
"I'm so sorry Babe. That milk tasted spoiled and you know how that upsets my stomach." He gave her a smile and tried to wrap his arms around her, but she quickly threw them off.
"So my 200 dollar dress is ruined because milk upsets your stomach? No don't touch me!"She yelled as she stalked out of the cafeteria.
Sky rolled his eyes. "Wish me luck guys" he said before following his very angry girlfriend.
I continued to watch Sky leave the room, for some odd reason I felt threatened by him.
"So, Brandon what are you doing Saturday?" Stella asked, almost desperate to change the mood.
"Unpacking, why?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Good meet me at the public library, so we can go over our scene. Do you know where that is?" she asked as she left the table.
"Yep I'll meet you there. It's a date" I said smiling into my chicken sandwich.
"In your dreams, Monroe" She yelled back before leaving the room.
"The name's actually Sexy Pig" I called after her. She turned around, stuck her tongue out and flicked me off. I nearly spit out my sandwich in laughter.
That night I went home and immediately wrote down notes about Princess Estella, Stella, and Diaspro. And every detail led to Stella, but it just didn't make since. She seemed like an ordinary girl, she even have a brother. And I know for a fact that Princess Estella had no siblings. Plus Stella was so down to earth and everyone knows that Princess Estella was known as a spoiled brat worldwide. Nothing made sense.
"Did you find anything, dear son of mind" I heard from across the room.
"You're not my mother Darcy" I said annoyed as I turned around in my computer chair.
"I am for the next six months. Now answer the question. Have you found anything on the lost princess?" she said with annoyance which highly irritated me. I had to go back to school, and all she has to do is sit around the house and watch TV. Why the Hell is she mad?
"Nope. Not yet." I slowly began to hide my research behind my back.
"You should try that website that all the teens are obsessed over. What was called agin? Face Page ? No Head Book? I don't know something like that. Just hurry up so we can get home!" she turned around and headed for her room. I wish Baltor should have never made her come with me.
I rolled my eyes and for the rest of the night I made my Facebook page. I requested ever blonde both natural and dyed, both guy and girl, that went to Alfea High. The only person that I couldn't find was the mysterious Stella Johnson.
This was gonna be a long six months.
A/N: Omg you guys are so amazing, Every review I read made me smile okay I'm going to try to respond to some.
Guest: I'm so sorry you thought my Brandon was a jerk. But you everyone knows that people want what they can't have, including our dear Stella. :). By the end of my story I hope you feel that better becomes more like himself. And I hope you continue to read it even if Brandon is a jerk.
Cybercorpsesnake: I'm so glad you noticed those details, because they will be brought up in future chapters. I 'm really happy you enjoy my story and I hope you continue to read it.
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