Things I'll Never Say
A/N: Thanks everyone for all of the reviews! It's great to know that people like what I write.
Disclaimer: Lizzie McGuire doesn't belong to me; "Things I'll Never Say" belongs to Avril Lavigne; Moulin Rouge belongs to Baz Luhrmann.
Chapter Five:
"McGuire." The voice, which was shrill and arrogant, clearly gave away who had approached me.
I rolled my eyes and shut my locker door. When I turned around to face Kate Sanders, who had her hands on her hips and a nasty look on her face, I put on my sweetest smile. "Yes, Kate?" I asked.
She let out an angry noise. "Listen, McGuire, you know that I always get the lead female part in, like, all of the musicals!" Kate exclaimed.
I checked the watch on my wrist impatiently. "Do you have a point, Kate, or are you just taking up my time for no reason?" I questioned. I knew her "point": she wanted to be Satine, and she was going to try to get me to give up my part in the play. I'd long ago grown out of being intimidated by her whiny demands, however, and was not going to give up my part.
"My point is, I want to be Satine!" Kate snapped, stating word-for-word what I had been thinking. She crossed her arms over her chest. "All we have to do is go to Mrs. Baxter and tell her that you don't feel comfortable with such a large part . . . then she'll give me your part, and you mine!"
The laugh threatening to escape was very hard to contain. Kate's words obviously gave away the fact that she expected me to agree with her instantly. Yeah, right. "Kate, I don't want to be Nini," I said. I decided to start walking away, in hopes that Kate would give up in her attempts.
She followed me. "But I don't want to be Nini, either!" she said. "McGuire, you either tell Mrs. Baxter that you're handing the part of Satine over to me, or be prepared to face hell."
"Oh no, I'm so terrified," I said, shaking my head. Kate's empty threats had no effect on me. I pushed some hair behind my ear and made my way to the front double doors. I could see Miranda and Gordo standing by Gordo's car, waiting for me; we were going to the mall to do a little shopping before going to play practice, which had been moved from right after school to the time slot of six to eight. Apparently, the dance team had not appreciated us getting the auditorium before them, and had complain to Principal Williams.
Before I could exit the building, Kate grabbed my arm. "You should be, McGuire. I've got friends who really dislike you, you know."
I pulled my arm away from her. "So do I, you know," I snapped in response. "I'm not scared of you, Kate, or any of your friends. Give it up, because I refuse to allow you to bully me into giving you my part!"
"You'll be sorry, McGuire," she called after me as I headed out of the school.
I looked back at Kate, who was fuming. "The whole elementary school 'you'll be sorry' threats don't scare me, Kate," I said, laughing. Then I turned and continued the rest of the way to Gordo's car.
When I got there, Miranda and Gordo were both looking at me with interest evident in their eyes. Gordo raised an eyebrow in question. "What was that all about?" he asked, opening the back door and gesturing for Miranda to climb in. Then he opened the passenger side door and allowed me to get in, running over to his side when the door was shut again.
"Apparently her poor ego has been bruised since she didn't get Satine and I did," I informed them. "Nini isn't good enough for a Sanders." I rolled my eyes. "She was trying to scare me into telling Mrs. Baxter that I was giving up Satine to her."
I could see the look of surprise on Miranda's face in the sideview mirror. "That would ruin everything!" she exclaimed, disbelieving. Then she clapped her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide, as if she had said something she shouldn't have.
I turned around in my seat. "What did you say?" I demanded, suspicion arising within me. How would Kate getting the role of Satine "ruin everything" as Miranda had put it? I stole a glance at Gordo, who, even though his eyes were focused on the road, looked bewildered as well.
Miranda tried to cover up her tracks. "Uh - it'll ruin . . . the play! Yes, that's it! The play would be ruined if Kate was Satine because she doesn't have a - satin-y voice like you!" she exclaimed, fidgeting nervously. When she finished, Miranda seemed quite proud of herself.
I didn't belive a word she just said, but Gordo did. "Well, that probably would ruin the play," he said. I could almost hear Miranda breathe a sigh of relief.
I glared at him, and then at Miranda. "You meant something by that, Miranda Sanchez," I accused. "And I'll find out what it is, too!"
Miranda laughed. "You're paranoid, Lizzie. I told you what I meant by what I said," she replied. When I turned to look at her once again, she flashed me an innocent, wide smile. I could see her eyes sparkling with deceit, though, so I knew not to fall for the angelic exterior Miranda was putting up. Miranda was not angelic.
A/N: Hm. I'm a little unsure about this chapter . . . I don't know if Kate seemed too juvenile at the beginning or what. But, some things have been established: Kate is jealous of Lizzie getting the part of Satine, and Miranda knows something going on with the play that Gordo and Lizzie don't.
I feel guilty since this is on the short side. Sorry; hope you will forgive me!
Disclaimer: Lizzie McGuire doesn't belong to me; "Things I'll Never Say" belongs to Avril Lavigne; Moulin Rouge belongs to Baz Luhrmann.
"McGuire." The voice, which was shrill and arrogant, clearly gave away who had approached me.
I rolled my eyes and shut my locker door. When I turned around to face Kate Sanders, who had her hands on her hips and a nasty look on her face, I put on my sweetest smile. "Yes, Kate?" I asked.
She let out an angry noise. "Listen, McGuire, you know that I always get the lead female part in, like, all of the musicals!" Kate exclaimed.
I checked the watch on my wrist impatiently. "Do you have a point, Kate, or are you just taking up my time for no reason?" I questioned. I knew her "point": she wanted to be Satine, and she was going to try to get me to give up my part in the play. I'd long ago grown out of being intimidated by her whiny demands, however, and was not going to give up my part.
"My point is, I want to be Satine!" Kate snapped, stating word-for-word what I had been thinking. She crossed her arms over her chest. "All we have to do is go to Mrs. Baxter and tell her that you don't feel comfortable with such a large part . . . then she'll give me your part, and you mine!"
The laugh threatening to escape was very hard to contain. Kate's words obviously gave away the fact that she expected me to agree with her instantly. Yeah, right. "Kate, I don't want to be Nini," I said. I decided to start walking away, in hopes that Kate would give up in her attempts.
She followed me. "But I don't want to be Nini, either!" she said. "McGuire, you either tell Mrs. Baxter that you're handing the part of Satine over to me, or be prepared to face hell."
"Oh no, I'm so terrified," I said, shaking my head. Kate's empty threats had no effect on me. I pushed some hair behind my ear and made my way to the front double doors. I could see Miranda and Gordo standing by Gordo's car, waiting for me; we were going to the mall to do a little shopping before going to play practice, which had been moved from right after school to the time slot of six to eight. Apparently, the dance team had not appreciated us getting the auditorium before them, and had complain to Principal Williams.
Before I could exit the building, Kate grabbed my arm. "You should be, McGuire. I've got friends who really dislike you, you know."
I pulled my arm away from her. "So do I, you know," I snapped in response. "I'm not scared of you, Kate, or any of your friends. Give it up, because I refuse to allow you to bully me into giving you my part!"
"You'll be sorry, McGuire," she called after me as I headed out of the school.
I looked back at Kate, who was fuming. "The whole elementary school 'you'll be sorry' threats don't scare me, Kate," I said, laughing. Then I turned and continued the rest of the way to Gordo's car.
When I got there, Miranda and Gordo were both looking at me with interest evident in their eyes. Gordo raised an eyebrow in question. "What was that all about?" he asked, opening the back door and gesturing for Miranda to climb in. Then he opened the passenger side door and allowed me to get in, running over to his side when the door was shut again.
"Apparently her poor ego has been bruised since she didn't get Satine and I did," I informed them. "Nini isn't good enough for a Sanders." I rolled my eyes. "She was trying to scare me into telling Mrs. Baxter that I was giving up Satine to her."
I could see the look of surprise on Miranda's face in the sideview mirror. "That would ruin everything!" she exclaimed, disbelieving. Then she clapped her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide, as if she had said something she shouldn't have.
I turned around in my seat. "What did you say?" I demanded, suspicion arising within me. How would Kate getting the role of Satine "ruin everything" as Miranda had put it? I stole a glance at Gordo, who, even though his eyes were focused on the road, looked bewildered as well.
Miranda tried to cover up her tracks. "Uh - it'll ruin . . . the play! Yes, that's it! The play would be ruined if Kate was Satine because she doesn't have a - satin-y voice like you!" she exclaimed, fidgeting nervously. When she finished, Miranda seemed quite proud of herself.
I didn't belive a word she just said, but Gordo did. "Well, that probably would ruin the play," he said. I could almost hear Miranda breathe a sigh of relief.
I glared at him, and then at Miranda. "You meant something by that, Miranda Sanchez," I accused. "And I'll find out what it is, too!"
Miranda laughed. "You're paranoid, Lizzie. I told you what I meant by what I said," she replied. When I turned to look at her once again, she flashed me an innocent, wide smile. I could see her eyes sparkling with deceit, though, so I knew not to fall for the angelic exterior Miranda was putting up. Miranda was not angelic.
I feel guilty since this is on the short side. Sorry; hope you will forgive me!