What I go to School For
Summary: After a month of of argues and bickering, which reflected negatively on their grades negatively, Mrs Bitterman decided to sent Chad and Sonny to High School for a "reality adjustment".
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A/N: Hi again! I'm really excited about my new story (the winner of my poll) and I want to dedicate this first chapter to TrinityFlower of Memories. So... Things you should know about this story: 1. I think it'll be long, 2. It'll be written in Sonny and Chad's POV (Sonny - SPOV, Chad - CPOV). Ok that's it hope you enjoy the first chapter. :)
1.
SPVO
I rushed to the corridor. When Mrs Bitterman said she wanted to talk to me this afternoon she seemed really serious and after seeing her beat Nico and Grady when they were dressed like Big Foot made me be even more scared of her. I'm 99 per cent sure she wants to talk about my grades. Ever since they decided to join our class with Mackenzie Falls's my grades descended from A to C.
But in my defence it's not entirely my fault, it's also Chad'sThat jerk face spent the whole class pushing my buttons (yes Selena I've buttons, you have a problem with that?) and consequently I couldn't hear anything Mrs Bitterman said. Stupid three named jerk!
So there I was rushing through the corridor to a private meeting with my scary teacher that practices her scowl in the mirror. I was such in a hurry and so lost in my thoughts that I bumped into someone.
"I'm so sorry!" I apologized quickly.
I turned to see who I had bumped into and I was face to face with the head ambassador of Jerkslovakia who was straigning up his jacket and shirt with a disgusted face.
"You know what?" I corrected fake smiling "I'm not."
"Good 'cause I'm not sorry either." he snorted crossing his arms.
We glared at each other for a moment.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"What are you doing here?"
He looked at me like I was nuts but I didn't mind.
"I asked you first." he replied.
"I asked you second."
"Good you're finally here." Mrs Bitterman said from the door.
CPOV
God! That woman is so creepy! Mrs B. had the strangest look on her face and I couldn't inderstand what it meant. This afternoon Mrs B came to my studio and said she wanted to talk with me. First I considered not coming but that'd be rude since she's my teacher so I come. Then on my way here I was attacked by the random.
"I heard you argue..." Mrs B added sighing.
She had been doing that a lot. Since they joined our class with Chuckle City's to be more exactly. I don't any pay atention to what Mrs B says, I'm kinda busy pushing Sonny's buttons. Hey! You've to admit that mocking Munroe is way funnier than math, science or any other subject, right?
"She started!" I acused point my finger towards Sonny.
"Did not!" She replied angrily.
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Just stop!" Mrs B shouted and then she rubbed her temples "Come in please." Se said making a sign for both of us follow her and we both did, in silence, like puppies in a leash.
Unfortunately, we decided to enter at the same time. It was a really stupid idea...
"I'm stuck!" Sonny commented annoyed.
"If you were like every other girl in the studio and hated Meatball Monday we wouldn't be stuck." I snapped back regreting it instantaneously.
"Are you saying that I'm fat?" she asked angrily but when I looked at her I saw hurt in her eyes.
I ignored her question. Of course she wasn't fat, but she didn't need to know that and I needed to blame someone for that unconfortable situation. After pushing a little Sonny was finally able to enter the room and consequently so was I. We sat in front of Mrs B's desk still glaring at each other and like usual, Mrs B let out a frustation sigh and looked at us.
"Do you know why you're here?" she asked.
"Not really." we answered at the same time.
"I'm worried abou you two." she explained "All that bickering isn't healthy and is refleccting negatively on your grades." Mrs B handed us our science tests "Even Portlyn had a better test."
I glanced to see how much Sonny had but like me she had a big red D on the top of the page. Wow, I didn't have a D since I was like a little kid and I told my mom I was studying and instead I was playing video games. I was grounded for a week and I wasn't able to shoot during that time. My mom doesn't play when it comes to grades!
Sonny's face was as white as the sheet of paper she was holding. I could tell she wasn't used to D's either.
SPOV
Oh. My. Gosh! Mom's so going to kill me! I promised this wouldn't happen again. I looked at Chad's test and he a D like me but he wasn't stressing like me. I mean I could tell he was a little upset but that's it...
"I think you need a 'reality adjustment'" Mrs Bitterman continued but we both stared at her confused "That means I talked with your producers and we agreed to send you to High School." she explained smiling (probably at the thought that she wouldn't have to hear us argue everyday)
I know that wasn't a really good thing but a smile crept on my face. I love school! I love every single thing about it: the classrooms, the bell ring, the periods, the cafeteria, the libary and specialy the proms! On the other hand I'd miss my show, I mean if I was on shcool how could I hoot sketches?
I raised my hand.
"Yes Sonny."
"What about our shows?" I asked.
"We discussed that too." Mrs Bitterman said "Every week, you'll be given your scripts like usually and you're allowed to come to rehearse every Wednesday and Friday. Finally you shoot on weekends." she explained.
I turned to Chad to see how he was reacting to the news and to be honest he didn't seem very excited. He had a really shocked expression, his big blue eyes were so wide that if they wanted to they could jump out their stockets, he was gasping and I doubt he had heard anything after the words 'high' and 'school'.
"Mrs B." he finally said a little pale. "I can't go to school."
"Why?" she replied not really caring.
"I can't go to school." he repeated more confident "I'm Chad Dylan Cooper for crying out loud! I can't go to a place like that, those kids aren't famous like me."
I rolled my eyes. He wasn't shocked anymore he came back to his normal and arrogant self and Mrs Bitterman seemed to be thinking the same thing.
"I don't care. That's your problem." she replied shortly.
I chuckled and received a quick glare from Chad.
"But-"
"No buts Mr Cooper or I'll forbide you to shoot or rehearse." Mrs Biterman threatned.
Gosh... I didn't want to be in Chad's shoes right now... 'Mrs B' like he called her loked even more scary. Though I like to see Mrs Bitterman scold Chad I had a good hearth I decided to help him so I raised my hand again gaining her atention and Mrs Bitterman nodded.
"Wat about our books and schedules?" I asked.
"Oh! I almost forgot about those." she half smiled at me and I smiled back while she took two piles of books from her desk. "Here they are." she smiled and then she handed our schedules.
As I said, I love all this school things so I started reading the covers of my books: 11th grade Math, Science 11, Junior English, and so on... We even had book for gym! (A/N: I've in my country, we don't use them a lot, but I didn't know if there were gym books in USA so if there isn't just pretend there is :P). After that I looked at my schedule, it seemed nice. Then curiosity took over me and I glanced to see Chad's schedule. Lets see... He had the same math class, the same gym class, the same science class. My eyes widened.
"Please tell me we don't have the same schedules!" I pleaded making Mrs Bitterman laugh.
"Of course not! Only if I wanted you two to be expelt on your first day." she commented "You've some classes together but that's it."
I sighed with relief.
"You can go now." Mrs Bitterman said.
We got up in silence and walked to the door but before we left Mrs Bitterman called us again.
"Oh! One more thing." We looked at her and she smiled "You start on Monday."
I heard Chad gasp behind me and then we finally exited the room.
A/N: Yay! First chapter is up! :D Hope you liked it, I know it's kinda long but I wanted the plot to be clear :) Should I continue?