Juliet is who?
Chapter Four: School
A/N: I know, I know, lame-o chapter name, but I couldn't think of another one! I'm sorry that I've been neglecting this story, but I have an excuse. I had to finish Cinderella, start A Day in Quebec, and I have a life! Also, I wanted some more reviews. I had eight for chapter one, nine for chapter two and five for chapter three. Step it up, people! So here it is; chapter four!
Disclaimer: I know that I have forgotten, and will forget, to disclaim some chapters, but this goes for the whole story; I don't own HSM! No suing! –cringes-
Gabriella's POV
I walked confidently into school, and scanned the hallway with my eyes. I spotted my best friend, Taylor, talking to Chad by his locker. I headed over to my own locker, not even bothering to greet Taylor. I knew that she wouldn't respond, given that her and Chad seemed to be lost in their own little world. After grabbing my books, I looked for Troy. We had to set up more time for practicing, or else we wouldn't know our lines!
I spotted Troy by the sign-up sheet for the play. I casually walked over, hoping to appear casual and confident.
"Hey, Troy." I greeted him.
Troy straitened up, and grinned. "Hey, Gabi, I was just signing us up for the auditions. You know how Mrs. Darbus gets if we don't sign up."
I chuckled, remembering our auditions last year. "Oh, yeah, I know. So, about practicing, we probably shouldn't go to my house today. My living room is getting painted, and I don't feel like breathing in fumes all evening."
Troy's eyes crinkled. "Yeah, that doesn't sound like much fun. You can come to my house, no problem. I don't think that my parents will mind."
"Good," I said, and checked my watch. "Hey, it's almost time for homeroom, we better go."
Troy checked his won watch. "You're right. We better get cracking!"
I looked at him weirdly. "You make it sound like we're a couple of eggs."
Troy rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean. Let's just go, OK?"
"OK," I agreed, and set off down the hall, Troy trailing after me.
"Hey, Gabi, wait up!" He called.
"Pfft, and you're supposed to be the basketball star? You can't even run." I said, now starting to jog down the hall.
"I can so run!" Troy stated, and ran after me. I tried to run faster, but it was no use. Troy caught up to me, and put me over his shoulder.
"TROY!" I screeched, as he carried me down the hall. "Put me down! NOW!"
Troy ignored my shrieks, and carried me to homeroom. As we walked in, I started pounding on Troy's back.
"Let GO of me!"
Mrs. Darbus chose that time to walk into the room. "Troy! Gabriella! What are you two doing?!"
Troy quickly set me on my feet. "Nothing, Mrs. Darbus."
Mrs. Darbus eyed us suspiciously. "I will see you two after class today. Now, I have some very important announcements to make. First of all, the Debate club will be meeting in the French room instead of the art room. Second of all, in light of the fact that we are doing 'Romeo and Juliet' as our production, we will be rehearsing some scenes in class." Everyone groaned. How was that an important announcement?
"OK, so we will be performing in groups of two. I will choose the groups. First," she called, "Ryan and…" her eyes roamed the room. "Gabriella."
Well. That wasn't so bad. Ryan's a pretty great guy, and I know that he won't hit on me, considering that he's dating Kelsi. Also, he's a great actor.
"Second grouping is Kelsi and Justine. Jason and… Syndra. Martha and William." She listed five more couples, before she said Troy's name. "And finally, Troy and Sharpay. Now, start at the balcony scene, I believe you all know it, and rehearse. You will be performing for your classmates."
I gaped. Troy and Sharpay, of all people? Did Mrs. Darbus not notice how they avoided each other like the plague? I saw Zeke cast a jealous look at Troy, and I couldn't blame him. What if Sharpay still had feelings for Troy?
Ryan walked up to me, holding our scripts. "Hey, Gabriella, how are you?"
"Hey, Ryan," I muttered, downcast.
Ryan followed my gaze. "Don't worry, Sharpay doesn't like Troy." I looked at him. "When you're a brother you know these things. I also happen to know that Troy doesn't like Sharpay, if you know what I mean." Said Ryan, winking at me.
My heart lifted, but I tried to not let it show. "Whatever. Let's get practicing!"
Ryan shrugged, and started at the beginning of the scene, where Romeo is alone in the courtyard.
"But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
It is my lady, O it is my love:
O that she knew she were!
She speaks,
yet she says nothing; what of that?
Her eye discourses, I will answer it.
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!"
I was amazed. Ryan didn't even have to look at the script! We continued with the play, and I said Juliet's line.
"O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet."
As we got farther into the scene, I felt more and more like Juliet, and I felt her anger and frustration.
"'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
What's Montague? It is nor hand nor foot,
Nor arm nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O be some other name!
What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other word would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for thy name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself."
We finished off the scene just as the bell rang. I was amazed as how the time flew.
"Well, class, I guess we have run out of time. Please practice with your partners, and be ready to present tomorrow. This will be for marks."
I heaved a sigh, and turned to Ryan. "Don't tell me that we have to have it memorized!"
Ryan shook his head. "I hope not! So, I know that you want to practice with Troy, since the auditions are tomorrow, bur how about we get together and rehearse it once over?"
I smiled. "Great idea. How about after school? It would have to be at your house, because my living room is getting painted."
Ryan nodded. "OK. How about Troy comes to my house, too, practices with Sharpay, and then you and Troy can go to Troy's house, and practice there?"
"Great idea!" I agreed enthusiastically. "I'll tell Troy, you tell Sharpay."
"Deal." Ryan said, and stuck out his hand. I shook it, and watched him leave the room.
"Mr. Bolton, Ms. Montez, I need to talk to you." Mrs. Darbus said to Troy and I. I spun around, and shuffled closer to Troy.
"I know that adolescents, such as yourselves, tend to find attraction in one another. But please, no public displays of affection in my classroom. Thank you. You may leave."
I blushed. Her even suggesting that I liked Troy in front of Troy was very embarrassing.
Troy and I walked down the hall, our shoes squeaking on the floor, but otherwise it was silent.
A/N: Hey, interesting chapter. Not quite sure how I feel about this one. Definitely not my best work, but not bad. By the way, don't get excited, Troypay and Ryella fans. And stick with me, Troyella and Zekepay and Ryelsi fans! REVIEW!! I'll give you a cookie…
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