Here's chappie number...I forget.
DEDICATED TO: AnotherObessedVanessaFan -- Because I liked your use of the new word, 'dramatical.'
I'm frozen in my tracks. I can't move. My eyes catch on a flyer stuck to the locker. It's printed on bright pink paper, and my nude self is blown up to fit the whole page. My boobs and uh...down there...are blurred, and the words 'Hoebag' are printed in big black letters across the bottom. My eyes wander over to the other side of the hallway. A group of cheerleaders seem to be crowded around one person. I see a flash of shiny black hair, and I know.
It was Heidi Rayne. My arch enemy ever since I got elected varsity cheer captain and bumped hero out of the top spot. She's hated me ever since, and on top of that, she's been all over Troy since as long as I can remember.
I suddenly feel an emptiness that wasn't there before. I look to the side, and see that Troy isn't there. I look up and see that he's running down the hall, ripping down the posters as he runs. Like that'll do anything.
"Troy!" I call out to him. He stops and looks at me. His hands are full of the bright pink paper, and he looks like he's about to strangle someone. His gaze softens when he sees me, though. He crumbples up the posters and throws them into a nearby trashcan and makes his way back to me. He hangs his head in sadness and wraps his arms around my waist.
We stand there in the middle of the hallway clinging to each other. His head is buried in my hair, and I can feel his placing sweet kisses on my scalp.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, barely audible over the chatter and commotion. I look up at him, a look of confusion etched across my face.
"What? Why?" I ask, running my fingers through his sandy hair.
"For losing my phone," he whispers again. I shake my head and bury my head into his chest.
"It's not your fault," I tell him, trying to hold in the tears. The heat of the situation finally starts to hit me, and I can finally realize the consequences, and that this is not a dream.
"Montez, Bolton, get in here," comes a stern voice from the side of the hallway. I look up to see Mrs. Alder standing in the doorway of her office, beckoning us inside. I take Troy's hand and reluctantly lead him into the woman's office. We sit down in two of three chairs, the other of which being occupied by none other than my sister, Olivia.
Mrs. Alder leans back on her desk and crosses her arms in front of her chest.
"Well?" she says. What does she expect me to say? 'Oh, sorry for getting naked and leaking my true identity to the world'?
Apparently, Troy's thinking the same thing as me, "what do you expect us to say?" God, I love him.
"Well, considering the situation, I'm expecting Ms. Montez, Gabriella, to explain herself," Mrs. Alder says. Isn't she supposed to be a guidance counselor? Aren't guidance counselors supposed to be kind and gentle?
"I don't have to tell you anything," I reply, my voice cold and raw. The woman looks a little taken aback. She sighs and walks around to the other side of her desk and sits down in the chair. Troy reaches over and takes his hand in mine.
"Can't you two keep your hands off of each other for two seconds?" Olivia roars, standing up. She obviously noticed Troy and my holding hands.
"Ms. Montez..." Mrs. Alder says, trying to calm down my sister.
"This is all your fault!" she says, pointing at Troy, "ever since she started dating you, she's been a whole different person! She started shutting me out! I was her best friend! We did everything together! Until you came along and ruined it!"
"Troy was my best friend since I was born!" I retort, trying not to get defensive, but it probably wasn't working.
"But I was your sister!" she screams at me. I glance at Mrs. Alder, who's just sitting there looking completely intrigued by the entire situation. Seriously, how the hell did this woman graduate college?
"You always were and always will be my sister! But Troy was with me all along! you never seemed to mind him when we weren't dating!" I reply. Troy gives my hand a reassuring squeeze. I suddenly feel really guilty. We're talking about him when he's sitting right there, that must make him at least a little uncomfortable.
"It sounds to me, Olivia, that you're a little jealous of Gabriella," Mrs. Alder butts in. What a strange woman. My eyes dart across to my sister. Her eyes have fallen, and she's looking at the ground, sitting back in her seat.
"Really, Liv?" I ask quietly, reverting back to her old nickname. 'You're...jealous of me?" This was new. I was always jealous of her. She was the one who usually had all of the boys after her, she was the one who got all of the new clothes because she's a size or so bigger than me, and I got all of her hand-me-downs.
She nods a little. "Well, yeah. Why wouldn't I be? You just seem so happy all the time. You stopped hanging out with me, and started hanging out more with Troy. I just saw how happy you were with him, and how happy he made you. That used to be me. I used to be the one making you laugh, I used to be the one...the one that you loved." My heart shatters at my sister's words. This is terrible. She thinks I don't love her. A tears trickles down my cheek.
"I've always loved you, Liv," I whisper. In one swift movement, I have my crying sister in my arms, holding her tightly.
"I'm so sorry," I whisper. I'm crying by now, and she's hugging my back.
"Girls, I don't really want tear-stains all over my..." Mrs. Alder begins.
"Shut up, lady. Can't you see they're having a moment?" I hear Troy say. I giggle through my tears and look back at him. He smiles back at me and gives me that sexy wink that I love. Olivia pulls away and wipes her tears.
"Well..." she begins.
"Hey..." Tory begins, as I sit back down in the chair between him and my sister.
"Yeah?" I ask, blowing my nose into a tissue and tossing the used one into the trash.
"Do you have any idea...who did this?" Troy asks, looking around the room, as if trying to find an answer in the guidance office.
"It was Heidi Rayne," Olivia says quietly, wiping her eyes with a tissue.
"Yeah, i tohught so, but how could she have gotten ahold of the pictures? Troy left his phone in the boys locker room, and my sources tell me she's not a boy," I say matter-of-factly.
"Well, Troy. When did you leave your phone in the locker room?" Mrs. Alder says, now trying to get involved in the conversation.
"After basketball practice on Wednesday," he says, fiddling with his hands. Mrs. Alder nods, writing that down in the piece of paper.
"And where did you go after practice?" she asks.
"To Gabi's," he answers, stealing a glance at me. I smile wearily back.
"When did you realize that you lost your phone?" Mrs. Alder asks, folding her hands on her desk. Troy furrows his brow in frustration.
"What is this, twenty questions?" Troy snaps at the blond haired, wiry woman. She opens her mouth to speak, but closes it.
"Um, if you don't mind, Mrs. Alder, we really should be getting to homeroom," Olivia says, glancing at the large round clock on the wall. I nod in agreement and stand up.
"Okay, you three can get going, but I'd like to meet with you along with Principal Matsui and your parents within the week. How does Friday sound?" Mrs. Alder asks, flipping through her navy blue planbook. I roll my eyes and nod, just wanting to get out of that claustrophobic overly air-freshened room right away. Mrs. Alder nods and hands me a pass.
XO
The three of us walk into Ms. Darbus' room, ten minutes late and all eyes fall on us. I hand her the pass and I walk quickly with my head down to my seat in the back of the room. I look to the front of the class, trying to shut out all of the stares coming my way and listen to Ms. Darbus.
"The announcements for today are that there is a drama club meeting after school at 3:00 in the performance theater, we'll be holding auditions for our upcoming musical, Legally Blonde: The Musical, I hope all of you can make it," she says. the class groans. Trust Darbus to drop to 'theater is cleansing for the soul' bomb.
"There is also a student council meeting in the library at 3:30 PM, and also, I'm required to tell you that there's a basketball game tonight at 6:30 in the basketball arena or whatever you call it," she drones on. Oh, shit. I completely forgot. When there's a basketball game, there's cheerleading. Well, this sucks. I'll have to put on that skimpy red and white uniform, almost naked, and bear the brunt of the rst of the slut jokes.
"You know, Gabi, you'd be great in the musical," Sharpay commented. I rolled my eyes and dropped my head to the desk in fornt of me. That's what she said everytime a new musical came around.
"Whatever Shar," I say, brushing off her comment and resting my chin on the desk in front of me. It's not even first period, and I'm already beat. It's gonna be a long day.
So, how did you like that? I'm not too proud of it, but whatever.
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