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Gabriella's POV
Ugh! Where in the world is she? I've circled the airport 13 times... I don't see no cafe! And my baggage is getting awfully heavy.
She said she would be wearing a striped, long-sleeved t-shirt, if that helps. Well, no, it doesn't help, because I've seen at least 25 blonde chicks in striped, long-sleeved t-shirts, AND NONE OF THEM ARE HER! I am so frustrated...
Oh, wait, is that her? I can't tell she's too far away... I think it is... I tapped her on the shoulder.
"Oh my gosh! Where have you been and where is the freakin cafe? Where's the rest of the class?"
Uh-oh. The girl I was talking to turned around... that is not Sharpay.
"What do you want?" She asked in a snobbish voice.
"Nothing! I wasn't even talking to you, Freak!" I said in an equally snobbish voice, trying to cover my embarrassment.
I have got to find Sharpay! I'm gonna miss my flight!
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Sharpay's POV
"Where is that girl?" I asked Ryan.
"Don't ask me."
"She's gonna make us late."
Oh, wait, my cell's going off. It's Gabbi. She better have a good explanation.
"Gabi where are you?"
"What ever happened to 'Hi Gabriella. How are you?'"
"I repeat, where are you? You're gonna miss the flight!"
"I'm in the airport but I can't find the cafe!"
"Well, what's around you?"
"Some big windows, some display cars..."
Cars.. cars.. Oh! Oh! There's some cars!
"What color cars?"
"A red one and a white one..."
Red.. white.. There they are! I have a feeling that she's close.
"Is there a sign right in front of you?"
"Yeah, it says 'Left Wing'"
Oh. My. God. She is so hopeless!
"Gabi?"
"Yes"
"Turn around."
I watched her turn around slowly and a surprised look crossed her face. She bolted over, struggling to roll her luggage along with her.
"Gabriella, I'm glad you're joining us. Now Students, I want you all to behave on the plane ride. Some of you will be seated with a classmate, others will be seated with another passenger. I want you all to represent East High in a positive form. Now I am going to pass out your tickets. When I call your name, come get your ticket. Caitlin.."
Ugh, the teacher is just going to drone on forever. Will he never shut up?
"Gabriella"
It'll take forever for him to call my name.
"Zeke"
I'll be sitting here hours waiting for him to call me.
"Sharpay and Ryan"
Ooh! Ooh! That's me!
When I sat down with my ticket, I asked Gabriella, "What's your seat?"
"1G"
"2B"
"Aww, we're gonna be separated!"
"I guess so, but-" I was rudely interrupted by the teacher.
"Miss Evans and Miss Montez, is there something you would like to share with the class?"
"No sir." Gabi answered.
"Very well. Miss Montez, since you arrived late, you didn't get to put your luggage away. Does anyone volunteer to take her luggage?"
No one raised their hand at first, but eventually someone did. We all just wanted to leave, basically, and in order to do that someone would have to take her stuff.
I turned to Gabi. "What did you bring as your carryon?"
She handed me a bag.
"What have we got here", I asked as I fished through the bag "a Cosmo, a CosmoGirl, your laptop, and a bunch of other crap."
"What did you bring?"
"Ryan give me my bag."
"Here you go, Your Highness." He said bitterly, handing me the bag.
"What is your problem?"
"Oh, me. No, I have no problem, I just have to carry around 70 pounds of my sister's fluorescent pink luggage! I hope you realize that people are freakin' staring at me, Sharpay, staring at me!"
"My god, just calm down. And it's only 68 pounds, thank you very much."
I handed the bag to Gabi.
"This is awful big for just carryon, don't you think?"
"No."
I snatched the bag from her hands.
"I brought my computer, and magazines, and my camera, and my-"
"You brought cookies!"
At the word cookie, Ryan quickly turned his head, and asked in a mischievous voice, "Zeke's cookies?"
"Uh-huh..."
"Oh! Oh! Sharpay! can I have a cookie? Please! PLEASE! I really want a cookie."
"Ok, ok, don't make a scene!" and I handed him a cookie.
At this time the teacher was returning.
"Ok, students, please make an orderly line... Follow me... We are going to the plane..."
Ryan raised his hand.
"For those of you who are about to ask, yes, we are now going to go through the 'metal detector scanner thingie'"
Ryan put his hand down. He has been asking that all morning.
We all walked to the scanner, and most of us got through clean, except Ryan who had a wad of gum wrappers the size of an orange in his pocket.
And then I got through. I figured that I didn't have any metal on me, so I didn't expect the beeper thing to go off.
"Are you gonna have to pat me down?" I asked the totally hot guy working the scanner.
"No, I won't, just remove your jacket, it might be the zipper."
"Oh, right, my bad. Sorry."
"It happens all of the time."
I took off my jacket, and I was pretty sure I would get through this time, but no, it started beeping again.
"Do you have any hairpieces in that might set it off?"
No dip, Einstein. I have my hair in a ponytail and you're asking me if I have in a hairpiece. What did you think, I used hair gel to do this?
"Umm, yeah, I'll take out my hair.."
So, I walk through it again. And there goes the beeper. Nice.
I ended up going through the thing 7 more times, even though I didn't have anymore metal on me. Which sucks.
Oh, crap.
I know what's making it go off.
My underwear.
Brilliant me had to wear the thong that has the little metal thing hanging off of the back. Great.
"Um, Sir, I think I know what's making it go off."
"Well, what is it?"
"I think it's my underwear." I whispered so my classmates wouldn't hear.
"You mean that your underwear is making my metal detector go off." He said in a voice loud enough so that everyone could hear. Causing my entire class to burst into incontrollable laughter. Nice one scanner guy, nice one.
"Yeah. I don't have to take off my pants here and prove it to you do I?"
"No, just turn around."
So, I did. And then, just when you thought the situation couldn't get anymore embarrassing, guess what this guy does. Just guess.
He scanned my butt. Yeah, you heard me, he scanned my butt. Causing the class to erupt into even more laughter. Well, except Zeke, who does not enjoy anyone even looking at his girlfriend's butt, much less scanning it. Zeke just kind of sits there making sure no one touches anything.
"Whelp, I guess you're clean. Now go along before you miss your flight." I hate that scanny guy. I hate him.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll do that."