n0t3: I've changed this story's title into Miss Primindale, by the way, but it's still the same story. It's just that "That's Life" didn't seem to fit with this story.
Chapter Seven- This is War!
"Gabriella," the squad whined.
I could tell the squad was suffering from my problem with Troy, but I couldn't do anything.
It wasn't my problem he accidently blurted out something that had been meant not to be told to me.
I had no idea how Troy was doing.
But I guess probably better than me.
End of Gabriella's POV
"Troy! Get'cha head in the game!" my dad yelled from the sidelines.
I had been missing all my shots, and had ended up tripping over my shoes several times.
"Uh, what's that suppose to mean?" Connor asked me.
"Just a slogan from my old school," I said.
Connor nodded, then went over to Sean.
After another five minutes of failing, "Break!"
I grabbed a towel and wiped my forehead.
"Girl problems?" Connor said taking a seat next to me on the bleachers.
I looked over at Gabriella, across the gym.
"Yeah. How'd you know?"
"Was going through the same thing last week."
"Oh. What was your problem?" I asked.
"Gabriella thought I wasn't caring, which then got Courtney think that too. Which went into this whole big thing."
"So what's your problem?" Connor said.
"Well Gabs said something that happened in the past which hurt a lot, you know?"
"Yeah, then she came to apologize, but then I let something slip about the past too, that she didn't know about. And yeah."
"She'll come to her senses and remember that you didn't mean it."
Did I mean it though?
End of Troy's POV
I looked up, when a dark shadow was casted above me.
Courtney stood there hands on her hips.
"What do you want, Courtney?" I said annoyed.
"Talk to me, sis," Courtney said softly, sitting beside me on the bleachers across from the basketball team.
I shook my head, "It's nothing," I said leaning aginst the bleacher behind me.
Courtney didn't give up, "What's wrong? I mean, you don't just send the squad home for no reason."
I saw Troy talking with Connor, then look at me.
I got up, and grabbed my duffel, and made my way to the exit.
Courtney grabbed her purse, then followed me out.
"Come on, Gabs. You can tell me."
I didn't say anything.
I crossed the street over to Baskin Robbins.
"Is it Troy?" Courtney guessed, as we walked over to the cashier.
I bit my bottom lip
"It is Troy!" Courtney shrieked.
"Courtney," I hushed, as everyone stared.
"What happened? Did he ask you out?" Courtney continued, as I told the lady what I wanted, and what Courtney usually got.
I paid for our ice cream.
I mean, my bill goes to my dad, and so does Courtney's.
We sat in a booth, with Courtney still hyper.
"Tell me!!!!!!!!!!" Courtney said.
I gave up.
"I said something mean to Troy. Then at lunch, he said something worse back at me," I said, licking my ice cream cone.
"What'd you say?" Courtney asked, spooning a spoonful of her chocolate sundae, then shoving it in her mouth.
"We were talking about trust for some reason I don't remember. But then I said that he didn't trust me about Ryan.---"
"Who's Ryan again?" Courtney asked.
"The guy who raped me. Anyways, then at lunch, I tried to apologize, but he yelled at me. Then said that he faked being my boyfriend."
Courtney winced, "Ouch."
"Well did you say sorry?" Courtney asked.
"Yeah, and then he yelled at me."
"Then it's his problem. You said you were sorry. Did he say he was sorry?"
I shooked my head, as I chewed a big chunk of cookie in my flavour, cookie 'n' cream.
"Well then you have the right to be mad at him, but he doesn't. And anyways, if he doesn't know how to apologize, then he's not worth it."
I thought about it for a moment.
"Come on, let's go home," Courtney said throwing out her cup.
I chew the remainders of my cone, then gave Courtney a hug.
"Woah. Why the hug?" Courtney asked me.
"Thanks," I said, giving her a smile, "You're the best."
"I know," Courtney joked.
We laughed, then we got into my car, and headed home.
The next day, I was determained to forget about Troy.
I walked into Primindale with Courtney.
But then stopped short suddenly.
The wall was covered with flyers.
What the hell was going on?
I wasn't told about this.
Courtney snatched a paper out of some guy's hand, who practically ran away from her after, while I pulled one off the wall.
"Who do you want to rule the school? Some fake cheerleader or a real girl who'll be there to solver all your problems?" Courtney read aloud.
"What the hell?" Courtney waved the flyer, then storming off, probably to find Jamie, and pound her to death.
It had a picture of me in my cheer uniform, and Jamie in a business suit.
I looked up from the flyer, the whole hallway was full of this flyers, and a few posters of Jamie on the wall here and there.
And I knew that the whole school was probably full of them.
"This is so war," I mumbled, then walking off to find my locker.
End of Gabriella's POV