Chapter 3
Okay I'm going to take this time to talk about my family. As the Maddox family isn't like any family I've ever met. It all started with my partents. Joey and Lena Maddox. Well at the time it was Joey Maddox and Lena Griffith. My dad was going to Culinary school and mom was a struggling musician. Dad took pity on the starving woman and gave her food. They started dating and got married. Soon after, they had my brother, Leonardo Joseph Maddox. I didn't come along until about five years later. I know, it SOUNDS like a normal family, but if you knew us you'd see what I mean. First of, my dad is still a chef, my mom's a musician and my brother's an artist. Which makes me the least creative person in my house.
Our livingroom is orange and blue. I'm not sure how, but my brother managed to make it work. Now, not only is it blue and orange, it's orange with blue polka dots. Well, some of the pillows are blue with a big orange polka dot, but whatever. The only room in our house that wasn't a wild color was Dad's kitchen. Dad refused to let Leon touch his kitchen. I even had Leon do my room, and I have to say, I have one of the coolest rooms ever.
On any given Saturday you can find Mom rocking out to Eighties music in her music room, while my dad perfects varying recipes and Leon goes to his art room. Sometimes I go with him, mess around.
Anyway, that night as we gathered in the livingroom for some Wii Action and loud music. Leon started the bowling and we got up to play, then the doorbell rang.
"I got it." I offered, climbing over the couch to get to the door. I pulled it opened and frowned. "Can I help you?" I asked the people that stood there.
"Oh, Demitra, that's the Bolton's I invited them over for Wii." Mom said over her shoulder, swinging her arm and muttering a curse when she got a gutterball.
"Okay, come on in then." I shrugged, walking over the couch again. It took a minute for it to process that I'd just let Blue Eyes... Troy... in the house and I was in my pajamas. After the thought flashed through my head I climbed over, yet again, and ran up to my room to change into a green and silver Slytherin tee shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. I headed back down to find Mom boxing Mrs. Bolton.
"Come on Mom!" Leon cheered. I jumped over to them to cheer on my mom.
"One, two, three, four! Team Bolton's gonna score!" The Bolton's chanted.
"In the gym my shoes are squeaky, their little chant is really freaky." I muttered to Leon, who laughed. In the end Mrs. Bolton won, but hey, whatevs.
"Ooh I know. Who wants to play Demi-bear in Tennis?" Leon asked. I glared at him as the Bolton kids laughed.
"Demi-bear?" Troy smirked.
"Don't think I won't hurt you Bolton." I warned, taking the Wiimote from my mom. Troy took the other one and we got into position.
"You're going down Madds." Troy winked.
"Not even in your dreams." I smirked and served.
After about half an hour of wild diving and swinging I won. Go me!
"Where's the restroom?" Troy asked.
"Demitra, show Troy to the restroom." Mom said as Leon and one of Troy's two younger siblings got ready to bowl. I groaned and got up to take Troy to the restroom.
"Hey, sorry about Sharpay, that was really uncool of her."
"No big deal, I enjoy having bottle of water poured on me. She just filled my weekly Qouta." I rolled my eyes
"Yeah well, I can get back my myself." Troy nodded at me. I shrugged, and turned, heading back downstairs.
A few hours later the Bolton's packed up and headed home. I headed up to my room, looking out the window where I could see Troy and his dad playing basketball.
I don't have a thing for Troy Bolton. Nope, notta thing. I just... like watching people play basketball. I thought to myself. "I'm seriously losing it." I shook my head, getting under the blankets covering my matteress and going to sleep.
The next morning I got up and got dressed, pulling the hood of my short sleeved hoodie up over my hair as I grabbed a muffin. I had seen Axe driving up the street. I got in the car, again on Spinner's lap.
"So Madds, remember about tonight?" Stacey asked me, turning around in her seat. Axe reached over to turn up the CD player He was playing Daft Punks Hader Faster Better Stronger. The one Kayne West used for his song.
"Turn it down." Juni snapped, pressed her hands to her temples.
"Yes, I remember Stacey... ooh there's Sharpie." I smiled. "Yo! Sharpie girl!" I yelled as we drove by. She glared at me and I luahged, jumping out of the car as soon as Axe stopped.
"Sharpie?" Spinner asked me as he got out.
"Yeah, the bitch poured her overly expensive water on me and I so kindly re-named her." I shrugged as we headed off. I got to my locker and pulled it open as I grabbed my I-pod from my bag. I slipped the ear buds in my ears, and grabbed my Chem book. I slammed my locker and turned, nearly running into Sharpay.
"Holy!" Sharpay cried, as surprised as I was.
"Watch where your going." she snapped.
"Watch where you pour your water." I retorted.
"Look brat,"
"Problem ladies?" a teacher asked walking over.
"Of course not." I smiled. "Sharpie and I are just having a pleasent conversation. See you around hun." I rolled my eyes and walked to homeroom, sitting in my seat. Stacey came over, grinning at me.
"So you've met the notorious ice Princess."
"Yep, I don't think she plans on starting a Demi fan club either." Stacey laughed, hopping up to sit on my desk. Her left ass cheek covered the GM luvs TB. I twirled my pencil and smiled
"Yeah well I don't see anyone starting a fan club for her either, except maybe her brother or her lover boy." I choked on air.
"Her what?"
"Zeke Baylor, we all know it's true." She went on to say more, that I probably didn't want to hear anyway, I was looking out the door at Troy, Curly and another dude with dark hair. "I thought you didn't have a thing for Troy." I looked up to see Stacey, one pink, drawn on eyebrow raised.
"I don't I was just wondering... who are the other guys?"
"Curly haired one is Chad Danforth the other guy is Jason Cross." Stacey said, getting off the desk and heading for her own seat. "And Madds, I'm not that stupid." I looked down to hide my blush.