Chapter 7
Recap
"Mr. Bolton, and just now… what makes you think that you are an exception from the rest of your peers?" Ms. Darbus curiously asked.
"Well… you see I'm not much of a romantic guy to start with and plus, as you always say you need an inspiration to write about all these stuff and I obviously have none." Troy said, disappointedly.
Ms. Darbus laughed theatrically.
"Now, now… you can maybe fool your friends and yourself but, I very well know that you're maybe lacking some confidence to write what you truly feels but, you most certainly are not short of inspiration…" Ms. Darbus noted knowledgably whilst adjusting her glasses as she gazed towards the direction of the chatting girls in the middle of the auditorium, where sat a particular girl with dark long wavy hair. A girl Troy couldn't miss among the crowd even he tried to.
End of recap
Finally home from a long exhausting day of school, Troy started to his room and unconsciously picked up sheets of paper and a pen. Troy's bedroom as typical as it comes for all basketball captains was filled with basketball trophies and posters of ball players. The only odd one out was an old photograph on the bedside draw of young Troy and his two best friends. Moments past and his room filled with crunched up papers lying on the floor.
"Ughh! Man this is just pathetic!", another ball of paper missed its way into the bin next to the door. Troy lied frustrated on the bed with a blank pad of paper.
"Inspiration… inspiration… but where?" Troy argued with his mind as he let out a big sigh. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. Slowly, his head filled with vague images of his past and present. As he concentrated harder they became much clearer. They were moments dating back from when he was still a boy playing in the backyard with his long-time friend, who he teases ever so often, to vivid images of grown-up best friends dancing the night away.
Troy opened his eyes. Annoyed with the crushing feeling that kept haunting him he grabbed the pen and started scribbling across the page.
Words trapped within my lips
Don't dare to speak
I can only watch as my love passes by
It's just ain't right
This pain remains inside of me…
Meanwhile, Gabi finally had headed for bed after doing all her afternoon chores after school ended.
Her room was neat and tidy with books organised along the shelves.
Gabi sat by the white table laid position next to the window with curtains blowing in the breeze.
"Just where do I start with all these thoughts?" Gabi asked herself as she turned on the lamp. With chaos inside her mind she took her pencil and started to write.
Thoughts reeled inside my head
Won't let it out
I can only dream, what if we let it be
Don't know what's right …can't see the light
My love I can't set free
As if time was running a marathon, it was already Monday. Time to once again wake up early and head off to the place most called a jungle. Also not to forget, time to submit the stories.
"Well, I hope everyone had a great weekend and are highly inspired from writing your own little love stories. Seriously, it gives me goose bumps every time I say that word. Come on, pass them along… we are not getting younger here!" Ms. Darbus instructed the class.
"Now… I will have a decision by the end of the day on which story we are going to use for the play. If I can't find anything… then God help you all as you have to follow through my very own love story." Ms. Darbus threatened jokingly.
As Ms. Darbus read the stories, the class was left with drama theory where they were asked to read about stories of love dating back to the classics like Romeo and Juliet. However, sneaky as they all come, they have their own activities set out.
Texting… (secretly in class)
Gabi: "Hey u… haven't heard from u all weekend. Very interested on what u wrote for your story."
Message sent.
Troy: Received. "First of all, do I sense a rebellion here? U know we can't use phones in class.
I got caught up with stuff. My story was really about nothing." Sent.
Gabi: "It'll be interesting if somehow you're story was chosen."
Troy: "Haha don't make me laugh. Not in a million years."
Gabi: "It's Ms. Darbus, anything can happen ^^"
Troy: "hmm well if u put it that way… lol." Before Troy could finish typing, he sneakily turned his head slightly to catch a glimpse of Gabi who was thinking the same thing, already looking up to meet his smiling face.
Message sent.
"Ms Montez and Mr Bolton, please come forward." Ms. Darbus announced.
Alert and slightly panicked, Troy and Gabi both marched to the front and shared a quick "Now we're in trouble" look.
"Now just what were you two thinking? You think I wouldn't find out what you both are doing!" Ms. Darbus accused.
"Look Ms. Darbus…" they both said in unison.
"It was my fault, Gabi was only…" Troy started.
"No, it was mine! I started it." Gabi finished.
"What are you both talking about? Did you both planned to not put your names on your papers and hoped that I would not find out! Well too bad for you two, you are the only ones smart enough to do that." Ms. Darbus accused.
"Ohh…" Troy and Gabi reacted in unison followed by a held back laugh, giving each other a "you didn't" look.
"Since you find this incident very amusing… then… I'm merging both your stories and use them as the main theme of the play, which I must say both shared the same genre of… what do you call it?... unspoken love. However both your stories seemed to still not have an ending… so I'll let both of you decide on where it should lead… drama or happy ending." Ms. Darbus teased, knowing very well where both of their inspiration for the stories lied.
In her years of teaching, she has developed an eye for unspoken feelings between her students. She looked around her classroom and she saw just that, Zeke unconditionally liking Sharpay, baking all sorts of stuff for her, Chad and Taylor who find enjoyment in their small talks, and of course, Gabi and Troy, who 'secretly' texts each other, always waiting for each other's replies.
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