Chapter 5-Punch! Kiss!
Gwen walked on the school hallway, hoping to finally find Kay. It wasn't like Kay to not show up for lunch in the cafeteria.
Gwen passed the many and various cliques that were standing in the hallway, enjoying the short time between classes. Most of the cliques ignored Gwen, others looked at her indifferently and others just made usual comments about her hair/outfit/attitude/existence. But Gwen wasn't paying attention; instead she was looking around for her brown-haired best friend.
"Hello, Gwen." Somebody greeted unenthusiastically from behind her.
Gwen turned around and saw three Goth teens looking at her. The Goth boy had black spiky hair and the two Goth girls had short pink hair and long violet hair. They were all wearing black eyeliner and black lipstick. The three were Gwen's former group of best friends: Reaper, Marilyn and Pixie Corpse.
"Hi, guys." She said with indifference as well.
"Gwen, we need to talk." Reaper told her.
"We're talking now, aren't we?" she replied through a question.
"Gwen, I know we stopped being friends after-" Reaper tried to continue, but Marilyn interrupted him.
"You were on that pathetic show!" she hissed.
"Marilyn, I was talking!" he affirmed a bit bothered. "You did sell yourself for a few weeks of fame. And you sold us, as well. But we decided to forgive you."
"Excuse me?" Gwen asked, crossing her arms. "I'm sorry, did I do something wrong in order to be forgiven?"
"Don't talk like that, Gwen, we're willing to let the past behind." Pixie Corpse stated. "Besides, you know you need us. All you have left is that brunette troublemaker-wannabe."
Gwen's indifferent look turned into a glare. "First of all, I don't care if you are willing to forgive me. I didn't do anything wrong! I didn't sell myself; I just ended up on TV for the chance to earn some money! And second of all, Pixie, Kay is my best friend. And she is a better friend than you all three ever were!" Gwen raised her tone a bit at the last sentence.
The cliques from the hallway turned their heads to see what was going on. The three Goth teens seemed very bothered by her attitude, but at the same time, they looked frightened by the new hostile Gwen.
"You weren't like this, Gwen." Marilyn scoffed.
"It's all because of that idiotic show." Pixie Corpse joined in.
"And probably because of that silly boyfriend of yours." Reaper added.
Out of all three, Reaper's statement had the greatest impact on Gwen. She turned her head towards him. She felt anger spreading inside her, just like flames that catch an entire forest.
"What did you say?" Gwen asked, glaring at him.
"Oh, was I supposed to say ex-boyfriend? Because it looks like he wasn't even worth it…After all, you did break up with him after only a couple of months. I'm curious what made that happen. Did you realize that you didn't belong with him? Did you realize that Goth girls and musical losers don't go well together?"
The crowed that sensed a conflict and surrounded the Goth group, was anxiously waiting for a reaction from Gwen. Some believed she would run away crying, others said that she would start yelling. But no one expected Gwen's actual response to Reaper's words.
After Reaper finished his taunting, she looked at him for a few seconds and then let out a very short chuckle. And then, in the blink of an eye, she punched her former best friend in the face. He collapsed on the floor, shocked just like every student on the hallway who witnessed the scene.
"Reaper, you were once my best friend. Now you're just garbage. And don't you EVER talk that way about Trent or I will personally show you what physical pain is!" She threatened.
The crowd was silent while Gwen pulled a crumpled one-dollar bill out of her pocket and threw it near Reaper who was still on the floor.
"Here, buy yourself some eyeliner to cover the bruise, you pig." She said calmly, before walking away, leaving a lot of surprised people whispering and asking questions.
"Wow, Goth Gwen sure knows how to shut someone up!" Gwen heard a jock say in awe. That made her smile.
She continued to walk on the hallway, even though many were still staring at her. She still wanted to find Kay.
"Gwen! Gwen!" She heard a familiar voice behind her.
Gwen turned around and saw Kay, who stopped in front of her heavily panting.
"I just…you…Reaper…punch." She said trying to catch her breath.
"Oh, you saw that, huh?" Gwen asked a bit embarrassed.
"That was amazing! The jerk totally deserved it!" Kay affirmed with excitement in her voice. "But what made you punch him? I didn't get to see the whole thing."
"Let's just say nobody has the right to judge me, my best friend…and the guy I love…"
Kay placed her arm around Gwen's shoulders. "Then I guess you deserve some ice cream, Rocky!" she chuckled.
"Ice cream? Maybe I should punch people more often. It's much more rewarding than people think." Gwen laughed.
"I can't believe I fell asleep in your living room!" Kat complained, as she and her two best friends were walking on the corridors of Brightwood High.
"Don't tell me you didn't enjoy your little nap from yesterday." Trent teased.
"It was a wonderful nap, but because of me, we didn't get to rehearse too much." Kat frowned.
"Hey, cheer up! At least you got some rest." Dean said as he placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Me resting isn't as important as the band succeeding on Friday. And by the way, Dean, did you actually let me sleep with my head on your shoulder for two hours, without even making a move?" Kat asked very surprised.
"Well, I didn't want to wake you up. You know how cranky you are when you wake up." Dean mumbled.
"That's true." she chuckled. "Thank you."
They both smiled.
"I wish I had a camera right now." Trent chuckled, earning a playful punch from Kat.
"Oh, shut up, you're not even good at taking photos!" Kat laughed.
"I would have tried my best just to capture the moment!" Trent replied, placing his hand over his heart for a dramatic effect.
Dean burst into laughter and Kat almost followed, but a smile didn't form on her face when she saw three blondes approaching them.
"Oh, great, the three-who-share-the-same-brain are coming." She rolled her eyes.
The three blondes were part of the popular group and cheerleading squad. They were the type of girls that Kat absolutely despised: with nothing in their heads except fashion, make-up and boys. When they reached the band trio, the 'head-blonde' flipped her hair and put on her best smile.
"Hi, Trent!" she purred. "Hi, Dean!" she began loosing the seductive attitude. "Kat…" she said almost with disgust.
"Oh, go get a manicure, Trisha." Kat said with hostility.
"You're the one who really needs one." Trisha spat.
Trisha, the head-blonde and Kat had been rivals ever since high school started. At first Kat was 'invited' to become one of her followers, just like Millie and Mandy, the two blondes who joined Trisha everywhere. But Kat didn't want to be a mindless fashion-addict, so she refused and the conflict began.
"What do you want?" Kat asked, crossing her arms.
"I just want to talk to Trent." Trisha replied innocently, while getting closer to the dark-haired musician. "Trent, since you're single and all, how about the two of us go out on a date some time?" she winked.
"Single? I'm…I'm not single." Trent mumbled.
"That's right, bimbo, he's with me." Kat said, starting to get annoyed.
"No, he's not." Trisha laughed. "Right, girls?" she asked the blondes behind her a.k.a Millie and Mandy.
"No, he's single." Millie affirmed.
"Totally single." Mandy added.
"Did your last brain cell disappear all of a sudden?" Kat snapped. "I'm Trent's girlfriend."
Dean hesitated for a second, but reminding himself that it was just an act, he backed Kat up. "Yeah, they're a couple, Trisha and even you know that."
"But if they really are the happy couple they pose as, how come neither of us has ever seen them kiss?" Trisha asked, crossing her arms nonchalantly.
Trent, Dean and Kat froze. Kat felt like she was in one of her own nightmares. She wanted to pinch herself and make sure it was all a dream, but instead she kept her cold tone and tried to look confident.
"You are so narrow-minded that you amaze me, Trisha! Just because Trent and I don't swap saliva 24/7 like every hormone-driven pair you see in this school, doesn't mean we aren't a couple." Kat protested.
"You two aren't close enough to do that." Trisha smirked.
Kat felt the urge to beat the hell out of the cocky blonde. But she smiled calmly. "I would love to see your empty little head hit the walls, honey. But instead, I think I'll make your little theory go bye-bye."
Kat then turned around and kissed Trent on the lips. He, as well as the others, was completely shocked by her gesture. Dean's jaw almost dropped and the three blondes just stared not believing their eyes.
After about five seconds, Kat pulled away, leaving everyone speechless.
"Try not to stick a fork in your eye, Trish." Kat winked.
Trisha glared at her and walked away fuming. Millie and Mandy followed her, while commenting: "Did you see the kiss? You can't fake that! They're totally together!"
When the blondes were finally gone, Dean turned towards Kat and asked her revolted: "What was that about?"
"I panicked!" she exclaimed. "I'm so sorry, Trent, I couldn't let her expose us! God knows how the heck that idea popped into her head, but it could have turned into a disaster!"
"Yeah…" Trent said absently. "That was even more awkward than the time Heather kissed me on Total Drama Island."
"I know." Kat added. "It was just like kissing a relative…I'm going to have nightmares!"
"It's nice to know it didn't mean anything." Dean said to himself.
"Did you say something?" she asked.
"Nope."
I hope the chapter was okay. I really wanted to update the story before starting school. After Monday, I bet my free time will be reduced to half…But still, I'll try to write more when I find an opportunity, just to keep the GxT flame alive, at least in fanfics. Review anyone?