Happy Halloween ya'll. I'll be sitting at home with my boyfriend and friends handing out candy and watching Horror Movies : )
"Kiki!" Larissa called as soon as the blonde walked into the cafeteria. Kiki sighed and pressed a hand to her forehead, she hadn't gotte a moment of silence all day. "Kiki! Come sit with us!" Despite her better judgement, Kiki got her lunch and went to sit with Larissa and her friends, who had been virtually stalking her through the halls.
"Kiki, This is Jessica, Michelle, Courney, Jax and Kevin." Larissa pointed to each one in turn.
"Yeah I know." Kiki muttered sitting down.
"Guys, this is Kiki Evans, she's going to revolutionize the basketball team by becoming the first girl in history to infatrate the all boy group."
"Did you just say infa... you know what never mind." Kiki shook her head, correcting these people was getting annoying, she had corrected the grammer of each of the teens already today and she was tired of it. She ran a hand through her hair, unlike her drama obsessed older sibling Kiki didn't like attention. She didn't want people talking about her or following her around or forming a fan club. It was just creepy.
"So this is the Kiki Evans fan club." They looked up to find the basketball team and a few boys that had tried out.
"Just kill me now." Kiki muttered.
"Yep! Larissa Mickowitz, founder and president."
"You know what?" Kiki asked, standing up. "I'm not hungry." She walked around the table only to be stopped by a couple of the bigger guys on the team.
"Look Evans, wehave inside information that you didn't make the team. You gonna keep your promise?" One of them, Matt Ross asked. Kiki's stomach dropped, she had let her ego get the best of her, se hadn't even considered the actual possibility of getting cut, mostly because she had rocked the try out.
"Kiki's going to make it, and if she doesn't we'll take it to court." Larissa spoke up.
"I'll keep my promise. No laywers, no court, no hard feelings." Kiki nodded, ignoring the other girl.
"Good." Matt smirked.
"Yeah, now move." Kiki ordered, pushing past him and the rest of the guys.
"Ooh you made her mad Matt, look out." A few of them laughed as she walked out of the cafeteria.
Yep, if there was one thing Kiki truly didn't like, it was the attention.
That afternoon Larissa and her band of annoying fan girls and fan boys sat in the bleachers as the possible wildcats stood in line. Kiki toyed with her ponytail, her stomach churning. Matt's words played over and over in her head. 'You didn't make the team'.
"As you know, if I could I'd keep all of you, but I can't so it's my," Jack stopped as the door opened and a familer blonde walked in, her pink high heels clacking loudly on the floor.
"Shar? You're late and interrupting." Kiki nodded at her sister. Sharpay looked up and glanced around.
"Oh, oops, well don't mind me." Sharpay chirped, walking up into the bleachers.
"Anyway, I have to cut the people that didn't quite work up to Wildcat standards. If I call your name grab you stuff and head out, you didn't make the cut." Jack announced, walking back and forth.
"Here we go." Kiki tured to see Matt smirking at her. She glared at him a moment before turning her attention back to Jack.
"Devan Sanders, Heath Bardwell, Joe Mackey, Lyle Stype, Bryce Kinson, Gordon Yeelee and... Kiki Evans." Kiki's jaw hardened as the instinct to tear up kicked in. She couldn't, not in front of these guys. She shrugged, trying to look non chalant and turned, going to get her bag.
"That's crap!" Sharpay cried jumping up, nearly causing Kiki to fall back in surprise.
"Excuse me?" Jack asked.
"Coach Bolton, I've seen my sister play, she's good, as good as Troy or Chad even." Sharpay said, struggling to get down from the bleacher without falling.
"Sharpay, it's fine." Kiki said quietly.
"Miss Evans. I have to cut someone and,"
"And you chose quite possibly one of the best players this team could have."
"She beat your best player." Larissa pointed out, getting up.
"Seriously, it's no big deal." Kiki insisted.
"She did?" Sharpay asked. "See Coach, if she beat your best-"
"Sharpay!" Kiki cried, looking up at her sister with wide eyes. "It's fine, lets just go home, I'm sure mom can't wait to hear that I didn't make it." She said bitterly. She headed towards the door.
"Expect a call from the Evans' family laywer." Sharpay warned.
"Don't expect a call." Kiki contridicted, walking back to grab Sharpay's arm and drag her out of the gym. They got into Sharpay's pink convertible and Kiki drew her knees to her chest.
"Hey kid, you okay?" Sharpay asked.
"Not really." Kiki answered, her voice thick. Sharpay reached over and shook her sister's leg gently.
"How about we get some ice cream, call Ryan and head home for some intense reality show watching?" Sharpay suggested. Kiki rested her forehead on her knees and shrugged. "Look kid, it's okay it was just a basketball team right?" That's what Kiki had bee saying since the beginning, it was just a team, it was just a game, blah blah blah.
"I know." Kiki said, her voice cracking. She was trying desperatly not to cry. She couldn't cry, it was against her... well personality quite frankly. "Can we just go home and call Ryan later?" She asked. Sharpay sighed and turned onto the street that would take them home. Sharpay parked in the garage and before she could say anything Kiki had jumped out of the car and run inside. Sharpay followed at a slower speed, stopping in the kitchen when she saw her mom.
"Where did Kiki go in just a hurry?" She asked, sipping at her smoothie.
"Umm... she didn't make the basketball team." Sharpay said, trying to ignore the slightly relieved look on her mom's face. "I think she's really upset about it." Sharpay added pointedly.
"Well I for one am happy, I don't like the idea of my little Kiki playing basketball with guys twice her size."
"She's not so happy." Sharpay shrugged, going into the fridge.
"She'll get over it. Basketball is just something your sister did for attention." Sharpay shook her head, she didn't think so, but arguing with their mom was like pulling to get out of a chinese finger trap, useless and just makes it worse.