Hey everyone! I'm updating this late because someone 'accidently deleted' my previous long chapter when I went to the bathroom. Glares at dad.
I looked at Brad expectantly as he twiddled with his fingers.
"Well, you see…this is one of the best schools in the country. But, it's an all boys school which is a downfall. Plus, my dad is the principal of this school. " Her dad's principal Zeus? The richest 40 year old alive? He had adaughter?
"So, it's even harder given the fact that I have to pretend that I'm at some school in Arizona." The Girl said. I nodded.
"So, I thought about it and I finally came up with just coming here as a guy. It was going great until you came into he room." She pointed at me accusingly.
Should I tell her I'm a girl too? Or should I not? Would it make it easier to be in the room without the wig and the voice? And being able to call this girl by her name? Her real name? Have a person to talk to if you've seen a cute looking guy on campus? Not having to worry about your room-mate find your pads and tampons?
"Better get packing. You know you boys. Can't keep secrets, always blabbing to their friends, spreading rumors and all." The girl shrugged and started scouring for her things. Would this be a good time to tell her? Of course it would.
"It's alright because-" She cut me off.
"How is it alright? I'm a girl you're a guy, it's just going to be awkward between us." She said.
"How would it be awkward?" I wondered aloud.
"You'd be checking me out or something. You wouldn't talk to me normally, you wouldn't order a playboy in the magazine without me calling you sexist." The girl rambled. I made a gagging sound.
"First of all, checking you out would be an ew, I would talk normally, and for the playboy, double ew. That's just…not right because-"She cut me off…again.
"How is it an ew and-"
"Shut up and let me tell you what I want to tell you already! Gosh you keep on interrupting and it's getting on my nerves! Just let me speak and tell you this important bit of imformation you should know about me!" I shrieked using hand movements.
"You can't tell me to shut up, I'm in charge of myself, you can't control me." The girl said bobbing her head.
"Ergh!" Before she could speak again I blurted it out.
"It's okay because I'm a girl too!" The room was silent. The school bell rang signaling that school was about to start.
"Oh yeah, and I'm a tomatoe." The girl puffed out her cheeks and held out her stomach and stopped breathing until her face was red. I held in my laughter from how stupid her face looked. When she saw my serious expression, she regained breath and asked me a question.
"Prove it. You don't act like a girl, and you sound like a guy." The girl said (I really hate calling her the girl. I need to know her name!)
"I suppose you want me to take off my wig too?" I said in my normal girl voice. It was weird talking in my regular voice. You know, after talking like this for a while it kind of messes you up.
The girl nodded. I slowly pulled off my wig. The girls mouth dropped to O shape. Like mine had done only a couple minutes before.
"You have boobs too?" She asked raising an eyebrow. I let out a nervous laugh.
"I'm so not showing you those…" She let out a nervous laugh also and scratched the back of her neck. I rolled on the balls of my feet.
"What's your name?" I asked. The girl looked up at me.
"Thalia. Thalia Grace." She held out her hand for me to shake.
"Annabeth Chase." I shook her hand and we stood in silence.
"Told you it'd be akward." The girl sang. I hit her upside the head.
"Ow. You can't do that!" She said.
"Yes I can. Girls can hit girls." I rolled my eyes. I heard the second bell in the distance signaling that class just started.
"We better get to class." Thalia stated opening up the door for me.
"Shouldn't we do that…oh I dunno, after we put our wigs on?" I said heading over to where I had chucked my wig. Thalia smiled and headed to her bed where her wig lay.
THREE DAYS GRACE DHREE GAYS TRACE THREE DAYS GRACE DAYS GRACE THREE THREE DAYS GRACE.
Bra-Thalia and I rushed into our first class: Chemistry of course. Mr. Varner was writing on the board. Thalia and I tried to close the door quietly but it slammed shut. I muttered a cuss word. We made or way over to Mr. Varner who was now staring at us with no emotion in his hazelnut eyes. Eyes followed as we went
With his balding head and black pants, black shoes, and black dress shirt, he looked like an evil villain.
"You're late." He grunted.
"Sorry we're late Mr. Varner. We got caught up in some serious business." Thalia told him. Now focusing on her guy voice it does have a hint of feminine vocals in it.
"You do know what happens if you're late to my class right?" Mr. Varner asked.
"Nope. Some douche came in the room just as you were about to say it."I said.
"Geez! I'm right here." Percy cried from his seat.
"If you're late you get detention. After school, from 5-6." He shook his head.
"Reeds, Dylans, sit down, and don't forget your detention!" He said as we went to our seats.
As soon as my butt touched the cool leather chair, the door swung open crashing against the wall to reveal the guy Percy was with last week when Percy and him were late.
"Don't worry I'm here. Your lives just got better." He said as he strutted in. I studied him, black leather jacket, white t-shirt, boots, jeans chain.
"Underwood, you're late." Mr. Varner said. The guy hooked one arm around Mr. Varner's shoulders.
"Dude, we should get on a first name basis. My name's Grover, not Underwood. And yours is Michael." Mr. Varner's face got red with embaressment. Percy groaned from beside me.
"Oh no, he's been ignored so long he's reduced to jerk/bad boy." He uttered.
"You're still late you get-" Grover cut him off.
"Yeah yeah yeah. I was here last year. I got the memo." He said heading to his seat. He dropped his backpack in the middle of the isle.
"Hey nerd, pick that up." Grover said pointing to his backpack while the teacher cotined with the lesson.
"I have a proper name. Rick Dadanshae." A guy said pushing up his glasses.
"Whatever, pick it up." Grover rolled his eyes.
"You pick it up." Rick turned back to his friend to discuss how they could hack into Nick Jonas's facebook to sabotage him.
"Pick it up or I'll beat you up." Grover spat. Rick's eyes widened.
"You don't have the guts." He said. Grover leaned forward.
"Try me."
Rick picked up Grover's backpack and hurriedly gave it to Grover. Grover smiled cruelly. Mr. Varner turned around instantly
"Dadashae, Jackson, detention!" Percy's ears perked up.
"I wasn't talking." He said.
"Yeah, he wasn't talking neither was I." Rick said.
"Who was then?" Mr. Varner asked stubbornly.
"Grover!" Rick said pointing at Grover. Percy nodded.
"Sir, I was taking notes. I couldn't be talking." For example he held up a bunch of not cards that were filled.
"Grover is one of my best students. This morning was weird, but surely enough he knows not to talk in my class. Jackson and Dadashae, as I said before, detention." Mr. Varner went back to telling us about the tables and elements.
IN DETENTION IN DETENTION INDETENTON IN DETEION IN DETENSIION INDETENTION. DID YOU NOTICE HOW MANY TIMES I SPELT IN DETENTION WRONG?
Grover-
I sat slumped in my seat, trying to act cool and bored at the same time. How come when Percy did this it looked so much easier? He got attention and major popularity instantly! Or maybe because he was hardworking in swimming, picked up his grades, and started hanging out with Luke Castellan, coolest senior?
Percy got detention three or four times only. AndI'd had gotten detention twice already so I was catching up. What would my parents think though? Oh no Oh no! My dad, Pan. He's one of the teacher's here so he gets updates on me weekly.
I bit my nails.
"Pst! Hey! Pst! Grove! Goat Boy!" Someone hissed behind me. I turned my head slowly. Sitting in back of me were the sons of the devil. Connor and Travis Stoll. They're trouble with feet. With their hair that curls up around the ears and the end, and their sleeveless T-shirts, and their shell necklaces and brown eyes and English accents-you know where I'm coming from.
"What?" I whispered quietly.
"Are you going to the party?" Travis asked
"What party?" I asked. Connor fake gasped.
"Only the biggest starter or the year party, hosted by our very own-drumroll please!" Travis patted his desk quietly.
"Luke Castellan!" They said together.
"I don't know guys. Most of Luke's parties are pretty sick." I said remembering what happened at last years party.
"So? Sick means awesome! Beer, no adults around, dance music, dance floor, no Justin Beiber, spray paint, and …what's the other word I'm looking for brotha?" Travis asked.
"Girls!" The both said together. Maybe this could help me with my bad boy image. I could brake a few things, get kicked out of the party, but be a highlight of it.
"Yeah sure, I'll go." I said. They smiled and moved onto someone else.
That's it for right now My parents are kicking me off the computer right now
