Disclaimer: I do not own She's the Man. Only the characters I have made up.
Sorry about the chapter12 incident! Trust me, it affected me more than it affected you! I was so tired and just wanted to get it updated, I didn't notice anything and just tried to do it quickly! I'm sorry to say, I don't think I'll be able to get as many chapters updated as I wanted to. But when I'm not busy, I'll try to update like mad! So keep checking everyday in a weeks time and maybe you'll see a chapter! But none this coming week! SORRY!
Viola woke up. She was nervous because it was game day. She was also excited. First college game as a Tar Heel! In a few short hours, she would be out there wearing the Carolina Blue, playing the game she was devoted to. She quickly got ready and Alicia told her, "Chill Vi. I'm sure you've played billions of soccer games before." Viola could only smile weakly before she headed outside. It was still pretty early- 7:30 so she had quite a lot of time to spare.
Viola headed outside, the morning chill hitting her. It was sunny and she decided to just sit down and think, relax. She found a bench outside near her dorm. She sat down on the bench, she hated dew making her sweatpants dirty with a few grass stains and dew. Yet, she enjoyed getting muddy when playing soccer.
She sat and leaned against the back of the bench, closing her eyes. She was just relaxing, trying to calm down so she wouldn't stuff up at the game. Her thoughts were interrupted when someone sat down next to her and touched her shoulder making her jump. She opened her eyes and Michael laughed at the expression of shock on her face.
"What are you doing here?" She questioned him. She was a bit annoyed that he disturbed her quiet time.
"What? Can't I walk around campus?"
"This early? Most guys I know only get up at midday because their mothers like force them to. Guys can be so lazy. Sleeping all the time."
"I take it you're a morning person?"
"Michael, there are a lot of things you don't know about me. I can be up at the crack of dawn to go running or play soccer and I can stay awake all night at a friend's."
Michael laughed a bit at this. "I see. You're kind of an awake all the time girl. Hey and you're not the only one who's up early."
"Sorry." Viola looked down at her shoes.
"You look, I don't know, a bit down. What's up?"
Viola looked up and raised her eyebrows. "I take it that you're implying that I look depressed?"
"No, just not your usual hyperactive, happy self."
"Well, if you must know and will not leave until I tell you..."
"Uh-huh. Go on."
"You're not gonna leave if I don't tell you, are you?"
"Nope. Carry on."
"Fine. I'm just nervous."
"Nervous? Are my ears working properly?" Michael's eyes grew big and put a finger on his earlobe, pretending to be shocked. Viola laughed a bit, but then her face turned serious again. "Why? I mean, you're a great player. What's to worry about?"
"I don't know. Messing up."
"You could never mess up. When we practice, you are in the zone. You focus and never mess up."
"I guess it's just first college game."
"Nerve-racking? Felt the same way."
"Yeah, I guess. I mean ever since like high school and even before that when college wasn't a big deal, I wanted to come here."
"Then? You're here because you're good. Just show everyone what you got."
"It's hard when you know that one little thing is going to make you the most hated person on campus..." Viola slowed down. She suddenly thought about all the pressure Duke would have been under. This was a simple game. The game back in high school was the finals. It was hard knowing you messed up and all this time Viola thought it wasn't too bad. That doesn't mean he has to go and be jerk about it. Viola thought. She still didn't forgive Duke for being an idiot that day. But it was easier to think that maybe one day she could forgive him now that she understood a bit how it must have felt.
"Well you shouldn't hate yourself too much," Michael said.
Viola said "hate yourself too much' with him. He looked in her eyes to see sadness in this usual cheery girl.
Viola continued by going, "I can't believe it." She laughed a bit. "For like 5 years I've been devoted to becoming a Tar Heel, wearing that Carolina Blue and here I am now, more nervous than I've ever been put together!"
"Well, you need to have confidence in you."
"But how can I think that I'm good if I'm not good. Not the best?"
"Viola, you don't have to be the best. As long as you know you're trying and somewhat talented, you're the best in the world. Maybe not to all the sport critics or teams looking for a player but to yourself and everybody out there who cares for you."
"Like who?"
"Like me. You'll always be the best soccer player to me. You're so devoted to the game, more than most of the people on my team. It doesn't matter if you aren't technically the best, it matters if you have confidence or play well and enjoy playing."
Viola looked him in the eye. There was genuine kindness. "Thanks." She almost whispered. She was so touched. "I'm really am thankful to know someone like you. You're like the big brother I never had."
"Right back at you. Except you're like the little sister I never had." They both laughed. "Don't you have an older brother? Sebastian?"
"Yeah. And he's not exactly an older brother, he's my twin brother. Older my like two minutes."
"Cool. Is he as devoted to soccer as you?"
"Yes and no."
"How?"
"No because he's more of musician. He plays guitar and write lyrics. He's on a music scholarship. Yes because once I made him. Well not exactly."
Michael raised his eyebrows. "Explain."
"Promise not to laugh?"
"Okay."
Viola took a deep breath. "In my senior year at high school, the girl's team got cut. The sexist pig of a coach said us girls couldn't try out for the guy's team. Sebastian went to London for a gig right after being kicked out of our school for skipping. He was supposed to go to another school, our rival school. He asked if I could cover for him. Pretend to be our mom. When I asked him what he was going to do about our parents he said he told our dad he was at mom's and mom he was at dad's. See our parents are divorced. I had this idea to go to the school as him. I told our parents the same crap and one of my best friends, Paul Antonio a hair and make up stylist helped me look and pass as a guy. I was considered a dork there until I got help from two of my best friends. I only made second-string but with help from I made it first-string for the first game. A friendly game which was anything but friendly agianst our rival school, my real school the one I was supposed to be going to. I had to reveal my secret when my brother came back early. But I did help my brother by breaking up with his ice-queen girlfriend. I had to go back to my old school and the coach allowed only me and my the two best friends that helped me become popular join."
"Wow. One question." Viola nodded. "How many best friends do you have?"
Viola laughed. "Four. Five, if you want to include you."
"Sweet."
"How about you? I already know. Like the whole female population here. All the captains of sport teams here are automatically the coolest, hottest guys on campus."
"Are you saying we're not? Joking. I only have two best friends. That is if I include you."
"Funny."
"I still can't believe you dressed up as a guy. You are devoted."
Viola grinned goofily. "Guess I am."
"You better get going!"
Viola checked her watch and quickly got up to get ready. She turned around agian after getting up. She quickly hugged him and whispered in his ear, "Thanks. I can't stop saying this, but you really are the big brother I never had. Coming to the game right?"
As she left, he called, "Wouldn't miss it! And I'll bring my whole team for support. Show 'em what this girl can do! Even if I must drag them." He heard her laugh. He smiled wondering why he never got a sister like that out of his three sisters and leaned back on the bench.
It was game time and Viola was ready. Viola had her new blue uniform. Hastings was on the back and Viola never thought she'd see the day. Soon everyone was all out and ready. It was a sunny day and Viola was pumped. What Michael said made her feel better. Much better. Viola was all ready and when she got on the field, she saw Michael. She wondered how she noticed him so quickly out of all the people. He had brought the whole guy's soccer team. Everyone of them. Including Duke. She noticed someone with him. A girl. She looked extremely happy. Not to be at the game but more of to be with Duke. Duke looked bored. He looked the very opposite of the girl. Upset and unhappy to be at the game and with the girl. Viola smiled and started to play soccer.
They won. Viola had never been so happy. She was feeling like that a lot. When she got in to North Carolina, seeing her new jersey, now. She was so excited after the game she felt like jumping in the air. She didn't jump in the air, she did a cartwheel. The girls were celebrating later on with a little party. Their friends and them were coming and Viola was only planning for Alicia and a few other girls to come with her. Not the whole guy's soccer team.
Viola was laughing with her friends when she saw someone at the doorway. It was Michael. She excused herself and she practically ran towards him. "You were awesome out there!" Viola laughed.
"You really did bring the whole team."
"Yeah and when I heard you and the girl's team were having a celebration, I was really pissed I wasn't invited!" He joked. "I guessed we could pay a visit."
"Aww... don't you feel rejected. Well we wouldn't mind your company. Come on!" Viola stood by the doorway as the team came in. Justin came in. He just nodded and she said a simple hi. Finally Duke came in. He was with the same girl. He had the samed bored expression. He stopped and the two looked at each other for the longest time. Abigail's happiness drained. Her smile dropped. She knew the two obviously knew each other. Plus they definitely had some sort of connection. It was true. Viola and Duke could talk to each other just with their eyes.
Duke's eyes read a 'Why am I here?" Viola's eyes just glared yelling at him all at once. When Duke's eyes turned into a 'Save me from her." Viola simply smirked a bit, her eye's replying, "Your problem now." She gave the girl, Abigail a short smile before turning to Duke, eyes all cold and headed off.
The night was almost over. Abigail was sick of this one girl whom Duke would always stare at for the longest time. Sometimes the two would stare at each other and look into each other's eyes. Sometimes Duke would just stare at her without her knowing. When Abigail couldn't take it anymore, she had a plan. If she and Duke went out on a date, then it would make them a couple. Then Duke would be out of that girl's reach. Abigail needed a plan to destroy Viola even though she had no idea who Viola was. All she knew was her last name was Hastings and she was no good name in Abigail's book because of her possible intentions to steal Duke. Duke was unofficialy Abigail's... in her book.
Duke was leaning against a wall. Abigail was just not leaving him alone. It was getting annoying. It was like that for a few weeks now. She was going on about something. Duke just looked past her shoulder and would see Viola. He raised his head a big higher to watch Viola, making it obvious to Abigail he wasn't listening. She turned to see what Duke was looking at was that Hastings girl. She turned back to Duke, fiery eyed. She had to do it now.
"Hey Duke," she cooed. "Wanna hang out Friday night?"
Duke's eyebrows raised. "Like on a date or something?"
Abigail smiled. "Yeah." Finally he knows what I've been trying to get across! She celebrated in her mind.
Duke looked at her with a bored expression and plainly said, "No."
Her smile dropped once more that night. "Why not?" She whined.
"Because... I don't know... you're just not my type... I guess." He didn't sound as calm as before. Tension was rising.
"Well then what is your type?"
"I don't know!" Duke sounded pretty angry. "Just not you!" He was fustrated and couldn't take it anymore so he just left. He left the room and back to his own dorm, where he slammed the door. He lay in bed and hated to think that the only person he could ever care about was Viola.
Back at the party, Abigail was fuming! She couldn't understand. As Duke left, she called after him, "What's wrong with me?"
Justin who had been watching smiled. He never liked the idea of Viola and Duke dating and felt a bit bad now for help starting spread rumors but he knew there were a lot of untold secrets that Viola and Duke knew. He would get it out of them, but not as black-mail or revenge. Maybe to simply help them. He walked over to her, hands in his pocket. "The problem is, you're not Viola." He nodded towards Viola and Abigail immediatly recognised her as the girl Duke couldn't keep his eyes off. "Well then," she demanded.
Justin was taken back. "What?"
"Will you help me make Duke like me?"
"Uh, no."
"WHY NOT!"
"Because, Duke really likes Viola. He just won't admit it. They had a rough, a really rough spot in their relationship. But everyone knew back at our high schools, that they were the cutest couple. Wasn't too happy about it myself, but Viola sure does look happy." Justin sighed. He really did care for Viola. And he wanted to find out why she broke up with Duke. What happened? Why was there conflict? Did it have to do with soccer? He didn't even notice Abigail stalking off to go confront Viola. When he snapped back into reality, he quickly chased Abigail and grabbed her wrist before she could reach Viola.
"Woah. You're not going anywhere. Especially not the way you are. Viola can be murderous, believe me." Abigail turned red with rage and stormed out just like Duke while Justin laughed a bit. He headed back to his own dorm to see Duke on the bed. Justin lay down on his own bed as well.
"Abigail was looking for you," Justin said with a smile.
"Really? Great." Duke had no expression in his voice. The same monotonous tone.
Justin laughed and rolled his eyes. He turned serious again. He would hit the topic. "Dude, it's really obivious you still care for Viola."
"Right," he said in the same boring tone.
"I'm serious. You watch her every move and you guys can look in each other's eyes for like ever and talk to each other without speaking."
"So what? It doesn't matter now!"
"So you admit it." Duke froze for a second. Was this the Justin that was usually a pompous jackass? What was he trying to say? "Trust me just this once. You guys had something special. Heck, you still have it. Just keep it alive. For everyone's sake." Justin rolled over on bed and turned off the light and headed off to bed.
Dang, this chapter is long! Two in one but I said in the REAL chapter12 that the next would be when Abigail finds she has competition. Has anyone seen Step Up 2: The Streets with Robert Hoffman, Justin in She's the Man? Anyways, I'm sorta tired of Justin always being a stalker. Well I hope you like the new Justin! There were so many places where I could have had the perfect cliffhanger, but I wanted to get it done before bed and I had the idea for the talk with Justin/Duke on the tip of my tongue. But it was too short for a chaper on it's own. Thus, it this chapter was so long. Here is chapter 13 and 14. But don't worry, you'll get a real chapter 14. This one was just long.