Miley flipped the piece of gum throughout the walls of her mouth. Her restless eyes scanned the room as the "teacher" talked through the daily announcement. He had his glasses propped on his long nose and his caterpillar like mustache leaching under his bird beak. She rolled her eyes. Her time could be better spent else where. She glanced over at Lily who had her backpack perched on her a lap and a phone in her hands.
Her fingers flew over the Motorola keyboard and she gave her best friend a secret glance. Miley nodded and subtly grabbed her bag. She took a peak at her drama teacher who was still engrossed in his speech. She slightly opened her bag and grabbed his cellphone to see what was on the glowing screen.
Snorefest.
Miley felt her stomach rumble with a giggle. She made sure to keep her laughter to as much of a minimum as possible. After all, she didn't want to unnecessarily fail this class. She was a second semester senior and she was almost out of this place.
I know, right? She let her fingers glide across the keyboard.
"Miley?" she heard her name being pronounced by the adult male. She quickly shifted her attention to the front of the classroom.
"Yup?" she popped the letters as she chewed her gum. The whole class turned towards her as the teacher brought the attention onto the brunette.
"Would you mind telling me what I was saying about the monologues?" he asked, crossing his arms. She shifted uncomfortably and bit her lip. She felt her phone vibrate and she cursed how silent the classroom was right now.
"Phone please," the teacher beckoned. He gave her a sigh as she trudged towards him, handing over her precious blackberry. "And throw out the gum while you're at it." His highness flipped open her phone and raised his eyebrows. "Well, Miss Lily," he directed his attention towards the blonde. "If you think I'm this boring, you wouldn't mind giving me your phone. To you know, spice things up," he joked.
Miley giggled in the background as Lily shot her a glare from across the room. Her best friend got up and handed over her respective phone while Miley went to spit out her gum.
The brunette slowly rounded back, catching a glimpse of the boy in the corner. A boy who had a small smirk plastered on his face. He glanced at her for a second and flickered his eyes back to the front of the room.
"Oh, and by the way Miley?" the teacher prodded on once she took her seat.
"Yes?" she let a little attitude show, but that didn't deter his next remark.
"I wasn't even talking about monologues." He smirked and addressed the rest of the class. "The play is coming up so if anyone wants to try out these scene assignments are good prep work," he clapped his hands and everyone around Miley started to bustle towards the front. There were folders full of scenes and people were aching to just finish off the project and relax in the class.
It took a matter of seconds until Lily was propped right next to her best friend.
"Hey," the girl bubbled. Miley giggled and leaned back in her chair.
"What was in that text?" the curiosity overwhelmed her. Her companion laughed and trailed her eyes to the two cellphones that were sitting on the teacher's desk.
"I said Mr. Platt had a big belly of boredom," Lily blushed. She flopped her hands on her cheek and shook her head. "I can't believe he saw that. I sent the text right before he called out your name."
"What kind of text is that?" Miley doubled over in laughter.
"I was alliterating, duh," Lily responded. She rolled her eyes as Miley grinned at her. "Don't say another word," she pointed her finger at the brunette. Miley swung her finger to her lip and zipped her mouth shut. "Creeper much?" Lil ynodded over at the boy Miley had seen before. He was reading his own play in the corner.
"What about it?" Miley chuckled.
"So, dark and gloomy and-"
"Mysterious?" she supplied. Lily nodded and shrugged, quickly thinking of ways to change the subject.
"Girls," Mr. Platt sounded off. Miley and Lily turned around, instantly knowing he was talking them. He raised his eyebrows and looked pointedly at the scripts that were scattered in the front of the room. "Have you picked out a scene yet?"
"We were just talking about that," Miley quickly responded, beaming at him. She rushed and picked up a random script. Really, this project wasn't even that big of a deal. Miley groaned as she sat next to Emily.
"Hey, at least he isn't making us do those musicals like last semester. You had to lip synch to a Lady Gaga song," she joked. "Papa-papa razzzi," Lily screeched out. Miley gave her a glare and doubled over laughing.
"Don't remind me," Miley muttered under her breath. The two earned a glare from the teacher for their laughter and busied themselves with their script.
"What do you think about the play?" Lily motioned towards the board. The words "Guys and Dolls" was written in cursive on the white board.
"Yeah, not happening," she replied, rolling her eyes.
"I thought so," her friend laughed. They took a look at the script before Miley started to burst out laughing, making a loud echo throughout the room. She had caught the funniest thing on the script.
"Miss Stewart," Mr. Platt sounded annoyed. He buried his head down into his hand and looked frustratingly at Miley. "See me after class."
"But, I was laughing at-" Miley was unable to finish off her sentence.
"See me after class," he growled at her. She winced at his frown and Lily sent her a sorry look. Miley looked around as everyone was staring at the recent interaction. "There's nothing to see, people. Keep working," he mumbled, getting back to his papers.
"Let's get back to this," Lily whispered, bringing Miley out of her trance. She handed Miley her copy of the script and the two read over their lines. Miley internally groaned. It was her senior year. She didn't need a drama teacher to be on her back all the time. Before she realized it, she heard the school bell ring and everyone bustled out of their chairs.
"Miley," Mr. Platt beckoned her closer. She reached for her bag and slung it over one shoulder and walked to the desk.
"Yeah," she said nonchalantly. She really didn't care what he had to say. She had senioritis. And she was sticking to that.
"You've been a huge disruption today," he sad with disappointment. Miley inadvertently rolled her eyes, worsening his mood. "You think this isn't serious?" he asked.
"To be honest. Not really. Its just an elective," Miley responded. She wanted to get out of here fast. Lunch was calling her name and she didn't want to be rude to the pizza she had packed in the morning.
"Look, Miss Stewart-," he started, but Miley was getting impatient and was just about ready to go.
"Okay, I'm sorry. Can I please go now," she begged. His eyebrows raised even higher at her behavior. Was she trying to get herself in a whole mess of trouble?
"No you can't," he said it as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. Miley's heart stopped at his tone. He had something up his sleeve.
"Was there something else you wanted to talk to me about?" she asked slowly, tilting her head a little in the process.
"Yes, I think it would be a good idea if you served my detention helping me out with the set for the play." It wasn't even said like an "I think" statement. It was said as though she didn't have a choice.
"But-" she was cut off again.
"Look, you were disrespectful. And this will help pull up your grade in this class right now. The set needs to be finished before the auditions start," with that final word he turned towards his work, leaving an annoyed Miley. Little did she know, this was the type of opportunity that just might open doors for her.
A/N I'm kind of just done w/ Circus right now. Just because I really don't feel inspired to write it. I'll write it on the side and finish it or whatever...but this is the new story I've been working on. Miley's this rebellious, snarky person. And Nick is this enigma. Its a pretty realistic story...for the story line I have right now. Its high school drama sort of thing. I hope you like it. I have like 5 chapters of it written out. This is probably going to be last story....and I just decided to post it today.