Juliet is who?
Chapter Eight: What?!
A/N: Sorry about not updating… my bad.
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Gabriella's POV
As soon as Sharpay read the names, I knew that someone, somewhere, had messed up. I mean, they couldn't actually split Troy and I up, right? And Sharpay and Ryan are the dynamic duo! Mrs. Darbus couldn't split them up!
Even though what Sharpay just read made no sense at all, I really needed to check it out. You know, just to make sure Sharpay isn't losing her vision. Or something like that.
Ignoring the whispers around me, I walked up to Sharpay and (politely) ripped the paper out of her hand. I ran my finger down the list. It read:
Romeo……………………………………………………… Troy Bolton
OK, so Troy was Romeo… Then they must have messed up Juliet…
Juliet…………………………………………………………Sharpay Evans
I looked with distress down the rest of the paper.
Paris………………………………………………………… AJ Parker
Tybalt……………………………………………………… Ryan Evans
Juliet's Nurse……………………………………………… Gabriella Montez
At this point, I stuffed the paper into Sharpay's hands, and stomped off. A maid?! I was Sharpay's maid?! I mean, Sharpay, of all people! How ironic.
And Ryan was Tybalt… only Tybalt. That must have been a blow.
I sat down heavily on the steps outside. This would be the least romantic production of 'Romeo and Juliet' in history. Considering that Romeo and Juliet hate each other, Juliet is an overreacting drama queen, and Romeo is an insecure jock. Oh, boy…
Not to mention that I had failed to Sharpay. She would never let me live it down!
I felt someone sit down beside me, and turned my head away, already knowing who it was.
"Hey," Troy said softly. "What's up?"
I looked incredulously at him. "What's up? Nothing much, other than the fact that you and Sharpay got the parts for Romeo and Juliet. Is Mrs. Darbus even allowed to split up the pairs that audition?"
Troy winced. "Actually, yeah, she is. She chooses the two best people with the best chemistry. It's usually in the pairs that people audition in, but…"
"But not this time." I said, finishing Troy's sentence for him. I sighed, and started playing with the hem of my shirt. Now I definitely wouldn't kiss Troy.
"It'll be OK," Troy said, "We can still hang out after the play practices."
"And after your basketball practices, too. Why does your dad even make you guys practice now? Basketball season is long over." I silently cursed coach Bolton for cutting down my time with his son even more.
Troy looked at me helplessly. "We can still do our homework together, and eat lunch together…" Troy trailed off.
I laughed slightly. "Troy, I think you might want to hang out with your other friends, too."
Troy blushed. "Well, I, you know, will see them at basketball practice."
I rolled my eyes. "Troy, don't cut off all your free time just so you can hang out with your one female friend."
Troy opened his mouth, and then closed it, unable to think of a response. "Well, bye Gabi. See you tomorrow!"
I sadly waved to him as he got up and walked away. Why wasn't he walking me home today, like he's done every day after school since we became friends? Was he ashamed to be around me, since I didn't get the part? Did he not want me to spoil his reputation? I shook these thoughts out of my head. Troy wasn't like that. He was nice, and caring, not mean and shallow.
I got up, and put my backpack over my shoulder. Who to hang out with? Now that Troy seems to have taken a temporary leave from my life, I'd have to find an alternative. My eyes landed on Taylor. Ah-hah! Perfect! Taylor and I hadn't had any girl time in the past month or so.
I walked over to Taylor. "Hey, Taylor, how's it going?"
Taylor looked at me suspiciously. "Umm, good. Why aren't you walking home with Troy?" she blurted out.
I looked at my shoes. "Well, Troy kinda left, so I don't think he exactly wanted to walk me home."
Taylor put her arm around my shoulder. "Hey, it's OK. How about you and I have some girl time? We can talk, watch movies, and pig out on junk food!"
I sniffed slightly, and looked at Taylor. "Thanks, Tay. I'd like that."
Taylor smiled. "Of course you would. It's always fun to drown your sorrows in food."
I giggled, and Taylor and I began the walk home.
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I walked into school on Thursday, looking as care-free as could be. Having a girls night with Taylor had really helped.
As I walked down the halls, I spotted Sharpay. I veered off course, and walked up to her.
"Sharpay," I started. Sharpay looked up from her locker, and her mouth dropped open in shock. "I would just like to congratulate you on getting the role of Juliet. Good job."
"Um, thanks." Sharpay stuttered. I guess she wasn't used to getting congratulated by the people that she beat. At least, not so soon after she had beaten them. "Congratulations to you on getting Juliet's Nurse. She's in a lot of scenes."
I smiled. "Thanks," I called over my shoulder as I walked away.
As I stopped at my locker, I marveled at my success. Now I really couldn't understand why I didn't get the role of Juliet. You couldn't even tell that I wanted to personally murder Sharpay with my bare hands! I grinned grimly at my success. My new-found acting skills would sure come in handy over the next couple of weeks until the production.
Little did I know that they would be put to the test so soon.
"Hey, Gabriella." Troy said, leaning against the locker beside mine. I grimaced into my jacket, and then turned to face him, a sunny smile on my face.
"Hey, Troy. I never got to congratulate you on getting the role of Romeo." I beamed at him. "Congratulations!"
Troy looked confused. "Umm… OK. Thanks."
Just then the bell rang. I gave one more fake grin to Troy, and walked away.
"Come on, Troy!" I called over my shoulder. "It's almost time for homeroom!"
Troy hurried to catch up to me, and we chatted on the way to homeroom. I sat down in my usual seat, and began to draw broken hearts over my L.A. binder. I heaved a big sigh.
It was going to be a long week.
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