Here's chappie numero tenno!

DEDICATED TO:

I pull on the dreaded cheerleading uniform, the same one that I stripped off in an act of love, the same one that's been sitting in the bottom of my hamper, untouched, for the last week. I pull on my spankies under the piece of fabric that can barely be called a skirt. I wonder why they call them spankies? Maybe because they cover the part of you that gets to be spanked? Okay, that sounded so weird. Some people call them briefs, but I think that sounds like something an old lady might call them. And I, for one, am not an old lady.

I pull back my hair into a messy ponytail, and tie the red and white ribbon around the elastic. My mind wanders to the subject of a comeback concert. And then a press conference. And maybe an apology speech. I mean, that's what Vanessa Hudgens did with her whole 'nude photo scandal,' and she seemed to get a lot of her supporters back.

I wonder if I still have all of the fans I had before? Probably not. I've probably lost so many, mostly from concerned moms who don't want their children fawning over some slut who sends naked pictures from her boyfriend. I've probably kept a good amount of fans; true Caralines supporters. And come to think of it, I've probably gained a couple of fans too, the perverts from all over the world who like to look at naked celebrities on the internet. Gee, now I know how Vanessa feels.

I pick up my brown eyeliner pencil and draw a thin line around my eyes, trying to look the least bit sophisticated and put togetheri n my skimpy cheer uniform. I tentatively put on my mascara, debating on the issue; I could start crying at any moment in the current situation, but I vowed to myself that I'd stay strong and not shed a single tear.

I slip on my black flip flops and my red nylon hoodie; the kind that comes with a cheerleading tracksuit; and grab my white duffle bag from next to my door. As I exit my room, I see Olivia coming out of her room, her bleach blond pin straight hair tied into a neat ponytail, her side bangs falling just below her eye, also pin-straight.

"Hey Gabella," she says, pronouncing my name the way she said it when she was three. I laugh a little at her usual peppiness before a game.

"He,y Wivvy," I reply, with the same nickname. She laughs and continues to walk down the hallway.

"Excited for the game?" she asks, as we walk down the hall. I shrug, unsure of my answer. I am a little, I guess. Just to see Troy play and to cheer. Not so much the insults and seeign the rest of the school. Yeah. I'm not too fond of that part.

"I guess," I say, deciding that seeing Troy rules out the insulting comments. We walk down stairs and hear a car horn. I turn to Olivia.

"Who's outside?" I ask, confused. Maybe she invited some guy over and he's here to abduct us...

She blushes. Okay, that's weird. She never blushes. Unless shes talking about...

"It's Ryan," she says, looking at the floor. I smirk. "And Sharpay," she adds, looking up at me. Apparently, her twin telepathy is kicking in again, and shek nows what I'm thinking. I roll my eyes and holler a 'goodbye' to Mama, and we walk out the door to Sharpay's pink convertible. Sharpay's sitting in the drivers' seat with Ryan in the back, which seems a little weird, because she usually isn't that assertive with her brother. I open the passenger door and climb in, with Olivia climbing into the back next to Ryan.

"Hi Shar," I say, trying to sound happier than I actually am, because on the inside, I feel like I'm about to puke.

"Hey Gabs, Liv," Sharpay greets us. Olivia mumbles a faint 'hey.' I look back at her, and see that she's already enthrawled in a deep conversation with Ryan.

"So what's going on with Ryan and Livy?" I whisper to Sharpay, as she pulls out of the driveway and onto the road. Sharpay smiles a little and shrugs.

"I don't know about you, but I think they like each other," she says matter-of-factly. I restrain the sarcastic remark that's aching to be heard, because I don't like to be that mean.

"Yeah, is Ryan ever doing to ask her out?" I ask. Sharpay nods.

"If I have any say," she says. I raise an eyebrow, trying to figure out how her remark makes sense, until we pull up to the school. Remember, I don't live that far away. We get out of the car after Sharpay parks in the reserved parking space just for her, which she bought from the school. Apparently, having your initials painted in pink in your parking space actually makes people not park there.

We walk into the double doors, and in the lobby of the school, theres a bunch of booths and such set up like there usually is. But I notice something else. There's a guy sitting in the corner with what looks like to be a Nikon camera. He looks up and sees us, and practically runs over to us. He highers his camera to his eye and starts snapping pictures of the four of us. Sharpay pushes me aside and poses for the camera. The guy looks a little aggrivated and stops taking pictures.

"Hey, missy, could ya get outta the way? I'm trying to get some good shots of my favorite little twinnys," he says, pushing Sharpay aside. Favorite little twinnys? Stalker much?

"What are you talking about?" Olivia asks, also getting a little angry with the guy. He rolls his eyes.

"Lana and Savannah? Gabriella and Olivia? I work for People and I need to get pictures of all four of you," he says, snapping away again. Oh God. The papparrazzi. We've never really had to deal with them before because of the alter ego thing.

Suddenly, we're swarmed by screaming people. Someof them holding out camera, and others holding pictures of us. Some are olding signs, and one guy is even holding up a blown up picture of the photo that caused all of this.

"Gabi!" I hear a voice over the noise. I look over and see Troy makng his way over to us from the gym doors. I look the Olivia and she nods, and the four of us make our way through the crowd to my boyfriend. He finally reaches us and wraps his arm around me protectively. I look back to see that Ryan has done the same for Olivia and Sharpay, although standing a little closer to Olivia.

"Excuse me," Troy says, clutching onto my shoulders tightly as he pushes through the crowd. I can tell he's trying to contain his annoyance. A guy with a camera jumps in front of us and starts taking pictures. I look away and bury my face in Troy's arm.

"Move please!" he says through clenched teeth. The guy sense Troy's anger and moves out of the way. After much annoyance and pushing, we finally reach the double doors to the gym.

"Get to the locker room," Troy whispers in my ear. I nod and clasp hands with Sharpay and Olivia. We sprint across the gym and into the locker room, where Snow, the cheer coach, is standing. I'm guess she's only there to let in the squad, and no other crazed fans. We go in and I drop my bag on the ground and sink to the floor.

"Well that was..." Olivia says, trying to find the words. I look up at her with weary eyes.

"...weird," I finish. shaprya shoots me a sympathetic smile. I try and smile back, but I can't. This is just getting too hard.

"We'd better get ready," I mumble, taking out my cheer shoes and socks. I slip them on and redo my hair, which got tousled around a lot i nthe transition from the car to the locker room, and I finally tie the ribbon into my hair.

"Hey look, it's Lana Howard," Heidi Raynes says, finally noticing we even entered the room. I huff and look up at her.

"Buzz off, Raynes," Sharpay says, venom dripping in her voice.

"What're you going to do about it, Evans?" Heidi asks, crossing her arms across her chest.

"Yeah, what're you gonna do about it?" pipes up Heidi's clone, Darley. Heidi shoots her a look and turns back to Sharpay. I slam my bag on the dround and walk straight up to Heidi Raynes, our noses almost touching.

"Listen here, Raynes. I know it was you who posted the flyers of me all over the school. And I don't care; it doesn't bother me. But what does bother me is the fact that you can't just lay off me and my friends for at least two seconds because you can't bear the spotlight not being on you. But new flash, the world doesn't revolve around you, Heidi. So why don't you just fuck off and leave me alone," I say in a menacing tone. I have to admit, I am pretty proud of myself for gettin' all up in her grill, as Chad would say.

She raises her eyebrows a little and steps back as if contemplating on what to say. Finally, she lifts her hand to slap me. And she does. My cheek stings like hell as I clutch it tightly, trying not to let the tears leak out because honestly, that hurt. It hurt like fucking hell.

"You better watch your back Montez," she sneers, before walking out the locker room door and into the foyer between the locker room and the gym. I bend down and finish off tying my laces, and stand up, brushing off my skirt. My eyes are watering up; although I don't exactly know why; I guess it's just the stress coming back and hitting me.

"She's a bitch," Olivia says, sencing my distress. I nod, wipe my eyes, and plaster a smile on my face. We walk out into the foyer with our red and white pom-poms, waiting for the squad to get annonced. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Heidi and her crew huddling in the corner, most likely talking about me.

"And now, straight from Albuqurque, the East High Cheer Squad!" Ryan says into the microphone, who also happends to be the emcee. We bounce out in some sort of line, each of us bouncing and kicking our legs up randomly. We get into line for our opening routine, with the pom-poms behind our backs and heads down. Ryan starts the music, 'Tricky,' and we start the routine.

We dance a little, and the routine is finally over. We walk over to the side of the court, and the basketball team starts warming up. Olivia and I decide that we should do some sort of cheer to get the crowd going.

"Anyone have a cheer idea?" I ask the other cheerleaders. Heidi smiles evilly and whispers something to her clones. She walks up to where Ryan is sitting, and snatches the micorphone out of his hand.

"Attention? May I have your attention, please East High?" she says in the fakest voice ever. The crowd quiets down. Troy shoots me a confused glance and I shake my head and shrug, because I have absolutely no idea whats going on.

"I'd like to dedicate this cheer to our cheer squad captains, Gabriella nad Olivia Montez," she says. She smiles fakely at us, and she and about five other cheerleaders, Darley, Megan, Machelle, Kristin and Jennifer, stand in a staggered line.

(A/N: Make sure you read the whole cheer.)

"U-G-L-Y, you ain't got no alibi,
You UGLY, yeah, yeah, you UGLY!
M-A-M-A, we know how you got that way,
Your MAMA, yeah yeah, your MAMA.
D-A-D-D-Y, you don't even know that guy,
Your DADDY, yeah, yeah, your DADDY!
C-U-T-E, don't you wish you were like me?
I'm CUTE, yeah, yeah, I'm CUTE.
C-O-U-S-I-N, that's the only place you've been,
Your COUSIN, yeah, yeah, your COUSIN.
N-A-S-T-Y, that's why you go home and cry,
Your NASTY yeah, yeah, your NASTY.
B-U-T-T, that's the way you look to me,
BUTT UGLY, yeah, yeah, BUTT UGLY!"

I freeze on the spot. I can't move.

"Give it up for East High's new joke, Gabriella and Olivia Montez! Or should I say, Lana and Savannah Howard!"

It's official. My life is over.

i don't own that cheer, it's from 'Bring It On.'

xxx