A/N: Sorry for the wait, still hope you like it(:

Side Note: The reason I chose the first song Mitchie started rapping to was because Demi Lovato herself rapped it in the Stay Strong Documentary. Lmao just letting you know... I'm not a huge fan of that type of music or even him.

I walked down the school hallways, camera strapped down, hanging from my neck in front of my body. I had a free period at the moment, my teacher urged the class to go out and take more pictures for the yearbook committee. Automatically I knew the yearbook wouldn't accept pictures unless it's centered around the championship winning football team with the popular cheerleaders. As always they were never my favorite subject to take photos of but I'd still prefer doing that then actually being in class.

I grabbed my camera and started taking a couple of snapshots of the student body classes. I proceeded to turn the corner and push open the gym doors. Music was blaring in the background while girls in miniskirts did backflips in the air. Clapping their hands in unison while yelling at the top of their lungs. Probably one of the most annoying thing you could hear.

I sat on the bleachers and tried to capture a scene in which a gymnastic move was taking place. I zoomed in more, just in time to snap them in a pyramid formation. Whether or not any of them noticed me wasn't really worth wondering. Minutes passed and they continued with their routine. I skimmed through my photo gallery to see a bunch of similar boring photos. I exited the display screen and decided to try to take different ones.

I increased the zoom and focused on one specific area. She clapped, yelled, gave a fake smile, jumped in the air, kicked her foot in front of her, did a cartwheel. She practically performed every single step everyone else did but with her, it was different. She didn't make it seem like those other preppy bitches, instead she looked mesmerizing. Watching Alex do her cheerleading stunts, actually left me in awe.

They threw her in the air in which two other cheerleaders captured her legs. She was left doing a split in midcourse with the two girls holding her up as her hands were straight up in the air.

"Holy fuck, she is flexible" I whispered to myself with wide eyes.

"Biggest. Turn. On. Ever." I continued, snapping multiple pictures of her flawless figure.

I didn't notice how long I was zoned out until I heard snapping of fingers near my ear. I moved the camera out of my way and looked up to see a couple of cheerleaders in front of me, smiling. I gave them a weird look but they flipped their hair backwards, looking down at my camera. I rolled my eyes and sighed.

I lifted the camera and took pictures of the cheerleaders posing. I swear they would do anything to get as many pictures of themselves in the yearbook. I fought the urge to walk away knowing this was for a grade. Two girls wrapped their arms around each other, holding up their pom-poms, with a widened smile. I took the picture of the position but then looked at the open space they created in between them.

I saw Alex leaning on the wall, browsing her phone. Her hair was pulled back in a small pony tail, some shorter pieces of hair falling in front of her face. I get pulled out of my thoughts when I hear one of the girls clear their throats.

"Um, I think that's enough girls. My camera is about to die" I told them and they all let out a whine, finally walking away from me. I sat back down on the bleacher and tried to capture Alex in all her glory. By far, Alex Russo had to be my favorite subject of perspective. There was no doubt that the head cheerleader was the most attractive girl at our school. Every guy wanted to be with her, or at least wanted to sleep with her. Even the girls who hate her, in reality just envied her. I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket. With one hand holding my camera and the other one checking my phone, I opened up my new text message.

Just going to stay there & secretly continue to take pics of me or do you have the balls to come up to me & ask for one? ;)

-Head Bitch

I looked up to catch Alex smirking at me, now sitting on the floor. Fuck, hello nonstop teasing. I rolled my eyes at her and shut my phone, standing up from the seat. Walking towards her as she looked up at me.

"I wasn't taking pictures of you, alright?" I told her and she laughed.

"Yeah maybe if you continue to say it I might just believe you. Don't worry though, I understand." She said and one of my eyebrows rose in confusion. She got up off the floor and stood in front of me.

"I'm just too damn hot that you need to keep a photo for memories" She whispers to me and I glare at her causing her to let out another laugh. Out of nowhere, her index fingers find the corner of my lips. She pushes them upwards, forcing a crooked smile to appear on my face.

"Cheer up, you'll get frown lines" She states, walking away from me. I turn around and call after her. She looks at me still walking but backwards this time.

"It was for yearbook!" I yell out to her since she was getting farther and farther away. She grins and just winks at me, turning back around, exiting the gym.

Damn you Alex Russo.

XxXxX

I pulled on the lock downwards, after setting my combination to open it. I take it out from its tightened position and swung open the mini door of my locker. I grab my camera and book bag, throwing it over my shoulder, shutting the metal access to get a mini heart attack.

"Jesus, Caitlyn!" I semi yelled out to her, pulling up the now fallen strap of my bag, glaring at her as she was hidden behind my locker's door. She was leaning against her side, laughing.

"Hi, to you too. Anyways, so any plans tonight?" She asked me, now walking besides me as we strolled down the hallway towards the exit.

"Um just finishing the project with Alex" I told her truthfully causing her to roll her eyes.

"You guys still haven't finished it?" She questions and I shake my head no. How she even finished it so early surprised me, most people in our class are barely starting it, because they left it at the last minute. Typical.

We made it out of the school and I stopped midway, in between the path that leads to the student parking lot and the bus ramp. Caitlyn looks at me confused.

"You didn't bring your car today?" She asks me and I shook my head again.

"Nah, it's getting its oil changed right now. So I'll see tomorrow, before I miss the bus" I advised her, turning around and waving goodbye at her. She calls out my name causing me to stop and look back at her.

"I am not letting your ass ride the bus. C'mon I'll drop you off" She said motioning to her car. I giggled and nodded, thanking her as we started walking to her car. She took out her keys and unlocked her car from all sides. I was about to reach the car handle until a vehicle stopping in front of us interrupted my action.

Both Caitlyn and I stared at the tinted windows of the Ford Escape as it rolled down. I couldn't tell who was inside from how far away I was. I then saw a girl in a cheerleading outfit and I could already sense Caitlyn's annoyance forming. The female lifted her dark sunglasses and set it on top of her head, leaning to the passenger's side towards the opening space, with her left hand on the steering wheel.

"Get in" Alex commanded but more in a relaxed tone. I opened my mouth to object, looking back at Caitlyn but the head cheerleader called out to me again.

"Just get inside. A line of cars are forming behind me." She said now leaning her head onto her left palm. I gave Caitlyn a slanted smile and she waved me off, silently telling me it was okay. I hugged her goodbye and jumped inside the Ford's passenger seat, closing the door.

"God, you take forever" She said and I looked at her weirdly. Not understanding why she's allowing me to even set foot inside her car.

"Are you trying to kidnap me?" I asked and she gives me an 'are you serious' look. She puts on her sunglasses once again and makes a right turn.

"You came inside voluntarily dumbass, it's not kidnapping. Plus I wanna get the project done already" She said and I giggled. Minutes passed by and none of us said a single thing to one another. It was almost easing its way into an awkward atmosphere. I guess Alex thought so too as she turned on the car radio. She scanned the stations until coming upon a Carly Rae Jepsen song. She stopped and turned up the volume, I stared at her with my mouth open. She began tapping the steering wheel along with the Call Me Maybe beat. I started laughing so hard that she turned it down looking at me as if I was going crazy.

"Oh my g-god. You're s-such a girl! Such a fucking typical cheerleader" I exclaimed at her and she glared at me but broke into a smile afterwards.

"Shut up! You're a girl too!" She told me and I gave her a 'good point' look. I may have been a girl but I was nothing like the typical high school-er that's for sure.

"I can't listen to that junk any longer." I said as I switched the station. It took me a couple of seconds to find a song I liked but eventually I blasted it so high. The car started vibrating to the beat and my hands started moving to create motion.

"I think I'm Big Meech Larry Hoover, whipping work, halleluiah, one nation under god, real niggas getting money from the fucking start." I start rapping to Blowin' Money by Rick Ross. I saw Alex's eyes shoot wide open in shock. A couple seconds later she busted out laughing, she even had to pull over to control herself.

"At least I ACT like a girl! You're so fucking ghetto!" She says in between breaths, still laughing. Her laugh was so contagious I even ended up joining in. I flicked her off playfully and changed the station. A more mellow reggae song came on so I left it on that. Alex continued to drive to her house, tapping her fingers with the rhythm. She was mouthing the lyrics as was I. It was the type of song that made you want to get up and dance. I increased the volume and glanced at the cheerleader who did the same. We both had the same smirk on our faces. The song was coming to its chorus and I couldn't resist any longer.

"Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm, I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm, Oh lord, and gal I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I, Wanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom, oh oh!" Both Alex and I rapped in our best Jamaican accents to the only understandable lyrics of Sean Paul's Temperature. Seconds later we were once again in a fit of laughter.

We finally slowed down to try to catch our breath, looking at each other grinning like idiots. She looked back in front of her to the road but I continued to gaze at her. She glanced at me confusedly.

"What?" She asks me and I blink, exiting my temporary daze. I genuinely smile at her, realizing this was probably the most I've ever heard her laugh. I didn't stop staring at her as I opened my mouth to speak.

"You should laugh more often… I think it's really cute…" I whispered to her. She stayed quiet, staring at me with an unreadable expression. She quickly looked away from me and took off her seatbelt.

"Um w-we're here. C'mon" She simply said, exiting her car as I followed behind.

XxXxX

Alex was seated on her bed, viewing the unfinished model we created as I walked around her room. Her walls were pretty naked if you'd compare it to other cheerleaders' room, which was pretty strange. I walked towards her desk to find picture frames of her and her boyfriend cuddling and kissing. She probably had about five pictures of them together all around her room.

I picked up the photo and observed it. The quarterback's mouth was near her neck as she gave almost a weak smile. Something about the photo, made it seem… I don't know, unbelievable? As if she was forcing herself to act that way. Another photo was of them kissing, her face was once again incomprehensible.

"How long have you been with the jock?" I ask her, setting down the picture back in its right spot.

"Um three months" She said. I turned around and leaned against the desk, facing her now.

"Why don't you sound so happy about it?" I called her out in her charade. She quickly looks up at me, surprised. I knew she was probably going to lie herself out of it. She shrugged and stood up, coming towards me. She stopped right in front of me, very closely, my heart started racing for no apparent reason. She leaned towards me very slowly but then I saw her grab the photo I was holding before. She looked down at it and stepped backwards, giving me space, causing me to internally let out a breath of relief.

"I don't know." She simply answered. I looked at her confused.

"Do you love him?" I ask curiously. She grips the photo tighter and shrugs once again.

"I don't know. I don't think so…" She answered honestly.

"So why are you with him?" I questioned biting my tongue afterwards, in fear that I'll get bitched at for being nosey. The next thing she did afterwards shocked me the most. She walked to the other side of her room and dropped the frame into her trash bin, causing it to crack. She sat back down on her bed as if it was no big deal.

"Because the head cheerleader is always supposed to date the quarterback. It's like the golden rule for high school popularity" She responded, opening up her biology book, not looking at me. I sighed and decided to drop the subject. I continued to strut around her room. That's when I came upon a big half open black box. My curiosity got the best of me as I peeped inside. There was numerous of rectangle figures standing up. I grabbed one and took it out of its holder, then noticed it was a painting canvas.

My mouth fell open at the beauty that was plastered onto the used to be white board. It was the night sky with a drizzle of rain falling on top of the plain outside field. The image itself was incredible. I looked downwards to catch Russo A. signed on the far bottom right corner. I quickly set it back and took out a different one. One by one I viewed each amazing and unbelievable painting that the head cheerleader created.

"These are really good. You painted these?" I asked her, not even looking at her, but still fully mesmerized by the drawings in my hand. I heard shuffling behind me as she raced next to me, taking the object out of my hand, placing it back inside.

"Um yeah, but no one's allowed to see them..." She states nervously.

"Why not?" I ask and she shakes her head.

"Just cause…" She tried to reason.

"They're really beautiful Alex. You're incredibly talented." I told her and she looked down at the ground, walking away from me. It was completely a shock to me that Alex Russo had another talent/hobby other than Cheerleading. I mean I've seen the art students in our school but their nothing compared to her. I don't understand why she keeps it as such a big secret.

"Hey" I call out to her and she faces me.

"You know, we actually have something in common" I told her in complete random. She tilted her head in confusion.

"We both like the concept of art. I enjoy capturing a perfect moment and you enjoy painting your perfect dream. Only difference between us, is that you can hold a brush in your hand and draw anything up while I have to find my subject to seize." I told her and she gave me a small smile.

"Yeah— Seems to me, we may just have more things in common that we never thought we would have had…" She replies in a low tone, turning back around, flipping the page of her Biology textbook.

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Note: This story is centered around a deal as explained in the summary, I am predicting that it will show up in either chapter 6 or 7, bare with me guys. Lol

Prediction Time: Who do you guys think will be the one to go through the most drama in this story?

Demi Lovato's Halloween costume... goodness gracious she's something else. xD Lmao