The bell rang and everyone filed out. Remy attempted to follow the crowd, but, alas!, she was caught. "Hey! Remy! Where the hell d'you think you're going?" Miss Fitzpatrick called as Remy pushed on the door.
"Uhh, home?" Remy turned around and started walking back to the stage.
"Nice try: staying quiet throughout the rest of class and trying to file out like you weren't given a punishment." The older brunette crossed her arms. "Remy, I need you here anyways…now I just have a guarantee that you'll be here." She said as she walked down the stage steps to her most entertaining student.
"Why do you need me?" Remy asked dramatically.
"Because. I know the classes that all my students are taking, and you my dear are my artistic one. I need you to paint the sets." Remy's face scrunched with displeasure, "Oh come on…. You know you want to…their already built, they just need some color—and they have to be what they're supposed to be, you can't make a building a bird. I don't know how you'd do that, but you, my dear, of everyone in the world, would be able to pull it off."
Remy grinned wickedly, "Yes I would, but, for you Fitz-P, I won't."
"Thank you. Mrs. Jackson said you can use whatever paint you need, so go get some and get started." She started to turn to Allison to tell her what she was to do, but thought of something, "If you're not back here in 10 minutes, I'll just send you to Jennie's office…"
"Is that supposed to be a threat?" Remy turned around as she was walking up the isle, "You've seen Miss Tyler, right? You've heard how the guys talk about her..at least a little. How is that supposed to scare me into going faster."
"Well, you would be Miss Tyler, not Miss Cameron. There would be no bantering, because while you still slightly banter with me and sometimes Alex, you would never banter with a superior when you know you're in trouble."
"So what you're saying is that because I only banter with you and Miss Clarke and no other superiors…" Remy trailed off.
"I'm saying that if you take longer than ten minutes, you'll literally be sitting in Jennie's office, watching her go over her work, and speaking when spoken to because that's you're way of respecting her."
"But I respect you! Probably more than almost anybody else!" Remy started to defend herself.
"I know…I know." Miss Fitzpatrick reassured, "So take less than ten minutes, so you can be here, painting, which I know you like, and bickering with Miss Cameron, which for some reason you seem to enjoy," She said this last line with a knowing smile as she finished her statement.
"I'll be back in five, unless I need to get all the paints that I'm gonna use…?" She called to the stage as she was turning back around.
"No you can go as you need to, just let me know, or Allison, who I'm sure will be delighted to tell me where you went if I come to check and you're gone." She called back.
"Haha, yeah right. I'll just wait for your che…" that was all the two women left heard as Remy spoke as she opened the door and left.
"Now, Miss Cameron—" Miss Fitzpatrick started.
"I would tell you that she went to get more paint. I'm not that much of a bitch…I'm not even a bitch..to most." She said as she sat down on the edge of the stage.
"I know." Miss Fitzpatrick said as she leaned against the stage, knowing the girl had more to say.
"And does she have to talk about Miss Tyler like that? I mean…geez!" She huffed.
"What do you mean? Geez? You know as well as I do that Miss Tyler is a very, very pretty woman…"
"I know, but Remy doesn't need to point that out, and she doesn't need to flirt with everyone in the whole damn school! Just because that Spencer chick came to student teach and everyone found out she was bi, doesn't mean she has act how everyone expects her to."
"Allison…Remy doesn't really flirt with everyone…she's just a charming person. She's one of those people that considers flirting a lead to a relationship, which is a big deal to her. Believe me, if she was flirting with someone, you'd be able to see the difference…" Miss Fitzpatrick replied.
"And how would you know that?" Allison stared at her, unsure what to think.
"Because I was Remy when I was in high school…which was only like eight years ago." The older woman answered.
"Wait…you're bi?" She asked curiously.
Miss Fitzpatrick gave her a closed mouth smile, "Yes…you know Miss Clarke?"
"Yeah…" She stared at her, wondering why the change of subject.
"So do I." She gave her a look of implication that couldn't be mistaken.
Allison gasped loudly, "Miss Fitzpatrick!"
"What? Oh like you didn't suspect it! The walls have eyes and ears, us cool teachers…we hear and see all." She grinned at her as she let the girl absorb what she told her.
"So you and Miss Clarke are together? ..like together together?" She asked with her head to the side in thought.
"Yeah." She gave no other emphasis.
"For how long?" Allison started drawing patterns on the stage.
"Well, we both agreed on this school and came here four years ago, so…nine years." At this point she popped herself up to sit on the stage.
"NINE YEARS?" She asked a lot louder than she intended, "Doesn't that mean you were still in high school?"
"Yeah, it was our senior year." She picked at dust on her pants that wasn't even there.
"Do you love her?" She asked.
"Does nine years together not tell you I do?" She countered.
"Not in this city. My parents hate each other, and they've been together for like 28 years…" Allison contradicted Miss Fitzpatrick's statement.
"Hmm, well, if I'm going to live or be with someone, then yeah, it's going to be because I love them…if for some unknown reason that love dies or fades, there's no point in sticking around. Not when I've felt what love can actually be like…" She hopped off the stage… "If I were you I'd give that subject some thought…" She turned and crossed her arms to leave before she realized that she didn't assign the girl anything to do. There was a slight hesitation in her step, but she tried to mask it and just pretend like she meant to go to her desk to get some paper work out, not grab her bag to leave.
"Go make 100 copies of each of these and when you're done staple them together and put them in this folder." She handed her the papers and folder…and a stapler with some staples.
"What did you mean?" Allison asked as she hopped off the stage herself.
"Mean when?" She asked as she put her bag over her shoulders.
"Before when you said I should think about the subject? And why doesn't anyone know about you and Miss Clarke?"
"Some people know. You know…Remy knows…a few more of the Dramatics know, and all of the faculty knows."
"But why not everyone?" She asked, catching up to her teacher as they walked down the hall towards the copy room and Miss Clarke's office…which was inside her room
"Alex and I…we just feel that it shouldn't be as big a deal as people make it out to be. The people that know are the people that should know. We just think that it'd be more of a distraction than anything else. We're scared or ashamed…we're just professional at work." She shrugged as they got to the office in question having already passed the copy room. "You know how to work that copier?" She asked when Allison didn't respond.
"Yes, I do…you never answered my other question…" She looked up at her teacher with questioning eyes.
"What other question?" Miss Clarke came out of her office. She looked between the two staring at her, "Ahh, so you told her." She concluded, deciding it was okay to take her lover's hand at this point. "What other question?" She asked again.
Allison stared at their hands intertwined, "The one where I wanted to know what Miss Fitzpatrick meant when she told me I should think about the subject of being in a love full or loveless relationship…" She looked up at Miss Clarke.
Miss Clarke let out a single 'ha' before she turned to the woman in question, "Yes Elektra, what did you mean by that?" Allison and Miss Clarke both sat on stools and crossed their legs simultaneously, while they stared at Miss Fitzpatrick.
"I just meant that maybe you're not as happy as you think you are…why would you all of a sudden start asking questions about relationships and bisexuality if you weren't?" She scratched head, hoping that did the trick.
Allison was about to open her mouth again when Remy walked in the room, "Hey there you guys are! I went back to the stage and no one was there…I started freakin' myself out big time. So instead of playing serial killer by myself, I decided to go in search of life instead…are we just gonna hang out in here instead?" Her brows went up, lighting her face with hope.
"No you will not be spending set duty in here." She turned to the blonde, wanting to bypass any possible further questions. "Go make those copies then go back to the auditorium."
Allison sighed and nodded, "Fine." She turned and glared at Remy on the way out.
Remy, in turn, put her hand up in surrender then started rubbing her arms like she was cold, "Icy!" She stretched the word out with a pause in the middle. "What'd I ever do to you?"
Allison turned back around, "You made me get detention! I've never gotten detention before and now I have it for like a month!"
That was a valid point, Remy thought as she thought of a comeback, "In the last half hour? What did I ever do to you in the last half hour?" Allison rolled her eyes and left. "She was not that bitchy when I went to go get paint…" Remy said turning to her teachers.
"Yeah, wonder what that's about…" Miss Clarke said getting off the stool and shaking her head as she caressed Miss Fitzpatrick's forearm.
Remy inhaled with shock in her eyes, "Fitz-P! What did you do?"
"Nothing!" She said with a guilty look as she turned and went into Miss Clarke's office.
Remy looked at Miss Clarke for an answer, which the vocal teacher gladly gave, "She basically said that Allison wasn't happy with her relationship…at least that's was Miss Cameron took from it."
"But…did she like pine for that misanthropic son of a bitch for like a year before they started dating?"
"Funny how Elektra had the ability to make people question a two year relationship in the span of what, ten minutes Honey?" She leaned back to look in her office at the other woman.
"Shut up Alex." She came to the door to explain herself, "I didn't mean to, honest! It just kind of happened…besides, she was the one asking questions, I think I just helped her get to her conclusion faster…"
"I'm not sure I want to know." Remy turned and headed for the door.
"I'll be back there in a while…to check up on you guys, and make sure you didn't tear the set down instead of build it up, you hear me?"
"Yes Mom." Remy replied as she started walking down the hallway.
She was passing the copy room when Allison walked out, and they bumped into each other. "Hhooooh shit." She grabbed the blonde and pulled her close so as not to dump the four hundred pieces of paper all over the floor. "I'm sorry, I did not see you coming out of that closet…" She said.
"It's not a closet, it's the copy room." Allison replied.
"Wow, really?" She pushed into her and looked in, before walking past her—after making sure she still had the papers—and went inside.
"Yeah, I think my cousin's closet is bigger than this…I think the custodial or supply closets in any hospital are bigger than this room…" She walked back out.
"Well, I guess it is rather small…" Allison took another look in the room before catching up to Remy who was already down the hall.
"You're just lucky we didn't bump so hard that we lost our balance and it became a whole thing where we had to pick up all that damn paper, is that heavy? Here I can take some." Remy took the entire stack from the blonde as they walked to the auditorium.
"Thank you…" Allison said, a little breathless.
"CAMERON!" A male voice called from the opposite end of the hallway they just turned to.
Remy and Allison both turned around to see Allison's boyfriend and posse approaching…and Wilson.
"Hey Babe." She waited for them to get a little closer before she ran to him, and kissed and hugged him.
Thirteen watched this exchange, and honest to God it felt like someone had take her heart and did the Mexican hat dance on it.
"A little birdy told me that Little Miss Ball of Sunshine and Teddy Bears and Rainbows got detention…" She looked at her with a knowing grin.
"A little birdy named Wilson?" She looked at Wilson as she said her statement.
"Why would it have to be me? It could have been Lisa or Stacy!" Wilson defended himself.
Allison looked at him with raise eyebrows and then turned to her boo. "Oh it was Wilson." He nodded.
Wilson shook his head as he was being thrown under the bus and turned, looking down the hall, "Oh, hey Remy." He started walking to her…this however made the entire pack move to the brunette as well.
"Hey Lesbian." House said as he tightened his grip around Allison's stomach. Thirteen knew him mainly because he was Allison's boyfriend; sure, we was notorious around the school, but he didn't hang in the same circles he did. She was fortunate enough to not have to deal with him in guitar class because he had to drop it due to it's interference with Lacrosse.
Thirteen gave him a withering stare that had the ability of actually giving physical pain to a person. She was going to reply with some sort of snarky comment, but one of his friends beat him to it.
"Hi Thirteen." Came from Foreman, who she knew through her Trig class.
"Thirteen." The foreign exchange student, Chase, greeted. She knew him through her English class as well, she just never paid attention to him.
"Hey." Mark said. He was the guy that didn't really seem to fit in, but was part of the guy posse because his girlfriend, Stacy, or bitchketeer number two as Remy refers to her, told the boys to be friends with him.
"Hi." Remy said awkwardly fumbling with the papers she had taken from Allison. She sniffed and sighed quickly, "Well no that this isn't amazingly awkward for real reason at all, but I have some sets to paint and she had some papers to cut and staple…" She looked at Allison before turning and going into the auditorium.
Allison turned to House and gave him a barely there apologetic look before stepping from him to follow Thirteen. "Have fun at practice guys." She said as she walked into the auditorium herself.
"Hey, what about a kiss?" House threw his arms in disbelief.
Thirteen was on the stage already mixing paints on pallets and in cool whip bowls for the larger chunks of the set pieces.
"So, have you ever met him before?" Cameron asked as she came on stage to where Remy put the papers.
"Who, House?" Cameron nodded, "No." She shook her head and went back to the paints.
"Well, he's generally ruder than that to new people…I mean, all he did was comment on your sexuality…" She pondered this for a moment.
"Yeah, he's a real charmer." Thirteen looked at the ceiling, wanting out of this conversation.
"He's…when we're together…it used to be magical. Sparks flew…now…it's just House, the egotistical, narcissistic bastard and Cameron, the one that might as well be a teddy bear or grandma's cookie. We're already a legend and we haven't even graduated or broken up yet."
Thirteen turned around frustrated, "Why are you telling me this? Do I have a sign on my ass saying 'spill your guts, the shrink is in'?"
"No, I…" she trailed off as Remy turned back around. She stood up and walked towards her, "I just thought…"
"You thought what?" Remy turned to find her right behind her, "You thought we'd get to know each other since we're the only two here? I don't share my life story Sweet Pea, sorry. And I'm sorry you're not in love with you're boyfriend, really I am. But I'm not the person you need to be talking this over with…you need to talk about it with him…" Once Allison had nodded and turned back to go to her task of the day, Remy spoke again, "But if I were a person to get involved, I'd tell you that a loveless relationship is not one that I'd want to be in…not when I know what love could feel like…what it could really, really feel like…" Remy stared at her a moment then went back to her task.
"What did you talk to Miss Clarke and Miss Fitzpatrick about before you left the vocal room?" Allison asked about an hour later.
Remy didn't feel like answering, but did anyways, "How Fitz-P tends to be pithy and doesn't think before she speaks sometimes…"
"Oh…" Allison said.
"You think I'm pithy?" Miss Fitzpatrick walked in, "Well pith off!" She said as she approached the stage. The girls didn't respond, they just went back to what they were doing. "No really. You guys can leave…mainly because I want to leave."
"So, is this gonna fluctuate, or starting tomorrow are we gonna start going to like four or five everyday?" Remy aske as she covered all her paints and wiped herself down pretty well.
"Well, four thirty actually, so no, it won't fluctuate." She looked at the brunette as she finished and grabbed her bag.
"Okay." She left without another word.
Allison walked up to Miss Fitzpatrick after Remy left, "So, I did some thinking about what you told me to think about…" She said as she picked a fuzzy from her bag.
"Oh yeah?" They started to walk from the stage to the door to leave.
"Yeah…is it bad that it only took an hour to come to the conclusion that I'm in a loveless relationship that I don't want to be in?" She asked.
"No, it means that you really weren't—aren't," She corrected herself, "sorry, in a loving relationship…"
Allison nodded and rubbed her nose after she sniffled. "Okay, good."
AN: I know that the whole Hameron thing came out of left field, but it's been in my head the whole time…I just kept forgetting to mention it and I really didn't know how since the focus has been Remy… but like I said, I've for them to be together, you'll understand why later…it'll be awesome, or so I say.
Like I've said before, more reviews=faster postings! I hope you guys are still liking it
PS, sorry for any typos; I didn't check this chapter…I just wanted to get it posted!