A/N: Another Egoshipping project I'm working on. I want to see if this will be more liked than The Right Kind of Wrong, or if its the other way around. Unlike The Right Kind of Wrong, Misunderstandings is face paced but will still be a rather long story.. if anyone likes it. I'm trying to add more comedy to it, but I honestly don't think I'm that funny.. Anyways. Egoshippers, enjoy! :]

Misty Waterflower has always despised her classmate Gary Oak, and the entire school of Oak High knows it. But when a teacher gets tired of their constant arguing and silly antics, Misty and Gary are forced to attend weekly guidance counseling sessions. .egoshipping.

Misunderstandings.

by LovingHate

Her name was Misty Waterflower.

And everyone knows the three- now four things she hates most.

Bugs.

Ketchup.

Mushrooms.

And Gary Oak.

Sure, he was at the bottom of the list, but he was still on the list. And there are many reasons why he is. Exhibit A:

It was first period and right when the late bell rings, everyone knows the drill in Ms. Ketchum's class. Sit down and prepare for the weekly Monday English quiz. Misty had studied her butt off over the weekend, but she was ready. Everything on the first act of Romeo & Juliet was burned into this red-head's memory... for the time being. As the quiz paper landed on her desk, she stole a glance at the empty desk all the way in the back. The only empty desk. A sigh left her lips as the door flung open; she already knew what was going to happen next.

"Sorry I'm late Ash's Mom, the ladies just can't get enough of me," Gary Oak strolled in, wearing a pair of black sunglasses and a girl around both arms.

"It's alright, Gary, your quiz is on your desk. You can start anytime you'd like." Ms. Ketchum smiled.

"Hah, I knew you're understand Ms. K."

Gary pecked both girls on their cheeks and then went to his seat. He took off the sunglasses and at last noticed the red-haired girl angrily eyeing her. His smirk invited her, but Misty rolled her eyes and turned to her friend Ash.

"I can't belive him," she hissed to him. "He only gets special treatment because his grandfather's the Principal."

"Yeah, he's a jerk," the black-haired boy agreed, adjusting the cap on his head.

"Shh!" Ms. Ketchum hissed. "No talking during a quiz!"

Misty grumbled something under her breath sounding like 'Gary gets to talk during the quiz..' and tried to block out her frustration for a moment so she could answer the questions. At the end of the quiz, Ms. Ketchum collected the papers, stoping confusedly at Gary's desk.

"Gary, you only answered one question," she said. "And it's wrong.."

A light snicker came from Misty. Some girls shot threatening looks at her.

"Yeah I know," Gary casually sighed, "I didn't have time to study. Had a busy schedule, Ms. K." He ran his hand through his hair and leaned back, smirking up at the teacher. "I'll just take it tomorrow."

Ms. Ketchum looked stuck, she'd never given any student that priviledge. "Well, I don't think so..." She sounded unsure.

"Well if you're so uncertain, maybe we should call my Gramps in. He'll sort this out."

"No! That won't be necessary, you can take your quiz tomorrow.."

"What?" Misty grumbled, her hand tightened around a pencil. 'This moron has too much control. Something has to be done.'

"Speaking of tomorrow..! Kids, I'm going off on a trip with Ash's father. We've finally made up and might be getting back together," the happy woman giggled gleefully.

"Mooom, do you have to tell everybody that?" Ash moaned, his face meeting the surface of his desk.

There was happy clapping and whistling throughout the room. Even Misty cracked a small smile. "Wow, congratulations, Ash."

"Yeah yeah.."

"So, I'm going to have a substitute here while I'm gone. If it goes really well, I may not be back for a long time. Haha, anyways, class dismissed!"

The bell sounded.

Home Economics with Ms. Maple was next. Luckily, Misty had the class with Ash. Unfortunately, Gary followed them into the classroom as well. When the class was settled and the late bell rung, Mrs. Maple put on her cheerful smile.

"Now as well all know, Home Ec. is the study of keeping together a home in the areas of cooking, cleaning, health, and family management. Today we will start with cooking, and we're going to start with one of my famous salsa recipes!"

Everyone was handed a pink apron and kitchen tools.

"Now! Everyone pick up a tomato and start dicing...Mister Oak, will you be joining the class with salsa making?"

"Naah, I figure cooking is women's work."

"AGH!" With an angered grunt, Misty slammed her knife down on the tomato. The power of her arm forced a large crack in the black table.

Gary looked around. "Is there an animal in here?"

"M-misty c-calm down," Ash stammered, the hairs on the back of his neck raising.

"NO," she roared, pointing the sharp piece of metal at Gary. He was sitting rather calmly at the table next to them, his hand cradling his resting chin. "If you're going to be lazy AND a sexist jerk, don't do it in my prescence, GOT IT?"

He actually straightened in his seat, his curious eyes peeking out from underneath copper spikes of hair. A smirk broke through. "And what makes your prescence so important?"

"N-not important...d-dangerous!" Ash shuddered as the knife gleamed with the intent to stab.

"Hah! I'm not afraid of you."

Wrong answer. "Really?" Misty gave him a smirk of her own.

"Now, Misty, just put the knife down..." Mrs. Maple attempted to say.

The next thing Gary knew, a silver blur shot at him. His eyes were like two huge balls of white and he'd moved out of the way just in time for the knife to soar past his head. A few strands of his hair floated to the floor. Several words like PSYCHOPATH and CRAZY CHICK ran through Gary's head.

"OHMIGOD, SHE TRIED TO KILL GARY!" a girl screamed.

"GET HER!"

As a group of girls were about to jump up and ambush Misty, she shot them looks that could kill. They sat back down instantly; message recieved: Misty had anger problems.

"Alright everyone, back to salsa making!"

Mrs. Maple sighed, her delicate hand turning the knob to the Principal's door. She enterred the office, shutting the door lightly behind her and sat down in one of the comfortable leather seats.

"Mrs. Maple! What brings you here?" Samuel Oak grinned his cheesy grin. He was sixty years old with gray-white hair.

"It's about your grandson."

Mr. Oak's smile instantly fell. "What happened?"

"An attempted homicide."

"He tried to kill someone!"

"No, Misty Waterflower was also involved.

"Oh," his voice dropped. "Well we both know how she is." A large file of Misty's violent tendencies sat in one of the filing cabinets.

"Yes, and we both know how your grandson is. They're always bickering and she tried to throw a knife at him today!"

"OH MY GOD, is he hurt!"

"No, sir, he got out of the way just in time."

Mr. Oak sighed. "Phew. Must be the quick Oak reflexes in his blood!"

"Sir, please.. something needs to be done about those two. Misty needs to learn self-control and your son needs to downgrade his ego! His grades are slipping because he never participates, and Misty's record so far is going to prevent her from going to college, period, because she has so many offenses against her. If we can work it out bewteen these two, maybe we can get them to grow up."

"Hmm.." Mr. Oak itched his grey beard. "I don't really think it'll work."

"You haven't even tried!"

"Fine fine, we'll give them one more chance. If they screw up again, I'm going to assign them weekly counseling classes."

Mrs. Maple smiled. "Thank you sir."

He waved a dismissive hand as the bell for fifth period rang.

Misty pretended not to notice the series of glares directed at her as she moved through the lunchline with her friends Ash Ketchum and Tracey Sketchit. Tracey was a well known artist, particularly specializing in drawings and portraits.

"Misty, why is everyone looking at you like that?" Tracey asked when they found their usual table after getting food.

"Cuz they're stupid," Misty hissed. "They're acting like it's the first time I tried to kill Gary Oak."

"You tried... AGAIN?"

Misty quietly nibbled down on her cheese pizza. Then her eyes snapped to Gary's table, which was in the center of the cafeteria. He was the only male among good looking ladies.

"I wanna feed Gary his pizza!"

"No, I want to!"

"Ladies, ladies... there's enough of me to go around!"

"Agghh.." Misty growled, finishing her pizza in two quick bites.

Tracey and Ash watched in shock. 'H-how did she eat so FAST?' Ash looked horrifed.

'I think there might be a second attempt IN ONE DAY..' Tracey thought.

"Misty, why do you care so much about Gary? I thought you said you were going to try and ignore him more?" Ash dared to question.

"I don't care! And I was going to try, but he's so arrogant.. how do you just ignore people like that?"

"We should change the subject," Tracey offered uncomfortably. "Misty, are you joining the swim team this year again?"

Misty broke out into a smile. "Huh? Oh of course I am. You guys know how much I love swimming."

"Cool! Tracey what about that Art show you were telling me about Fourth Period?" asked Ash.

"Oh right.. well the school finally decided to let the Art Department start the tradition of an Annual Art Show. I think I'm going to enter a drawing of mine."

"You should!" Misty encouraged.

He shrugged. "I don't know what to draw.. I haven't had any sort of inspiration lately. Unless.."

"Unless what?"

His face turned a delicate pink color. "Unless.. I could draw you, Misty."

"Of course you can! What are friends for?"

"Yeah... friends..."

The last class of the day; Gym, and with Ash as well. Which made Gary Oak's presence SLIGHTLY more tolerable. The class was running laps around the track today, and Misty and a kid named Brawley were typically ahead of everyone. Misty stopped with no warning, though, when she spotted Gary Oak on the sidelines...laying across a lawn chair...drinking lemonade...and being fanned off by a group of girls.

"Grr..." Misty's temper stirred and her hands curled into violent fists.

Ash came up beside her. "Come on, Misty, don't get mad again."

"Hmph," she huffed and continued jogging, only slowly so Ash could keep up.

"So, I think Tracey likes you," he said, partially trying to keep her mind off of Gary, and partially out of curiousity.

"Whaa?" She looked taken aback. "What are you talking about?"

"When you mentioned the friends thing, Tracey looked upset."

"Really?"

"You can't tell me you didn't notice..."

Misty sighed. There was only one boy she was interested in, and he was running right beside her. "I noticed, but I don't like Tracey like that."

"Are you sure? He's a really nice guy."

"I'm positive."

"Gaah! I ran out of lemonade!" Yelled Gary abruptly.

"Wow, that must really suck!" Misty screamed back at him.

After school, Ash and Misty took their regular route home on foot.

"Now that it's swimming season, I'll need to buy a new swimsuit.." said Misty.

"Yeah! I can't wait to go to your meets, Misty. You were always the best-"

A shot of red sped past them. The pair was sprayed with water from a puddle a convertible charged over.

"Haha, so long, losers!" Gary yelled, waving to them and laughing with some girls as the car drove off.

"That...JACKASS!"

"Ehh heh, it'll be okay, Misty.."

"NO! I'll make SURE my knife doesn't miss the next time!"

'The next time?' Ohcrap.

"Come on inside, I'll help you dry off," Misty said with a smile, though her heart raced incredibly. Ash was coming into her house! Not that he hadn't been there before, but this would be the first time they'd ever gotten privacy there. Her sisters Daisy, Lily, and Violet had won a trip around the world and took it immediately, leaving Misty unsupervised.

Not that she cared; she wasn't close to them to begin with so she was used to being alone.

"Thanks Misty," Ash grinned, heading into the living room.

"Take off your shirt. I'm going to go get you a towel."

Misty retreated to the laundry room. She changed into a dry tee shirt, then grabbed a dry towel for Ash. She even grabbed one of his black tee shirts that he'd left over her house one day when they were swimming in the backyard.

She came back into the living room, astonished. Ash's toned build looked temptingly at her as blood rushed to her face.

"Misty? Are you okay?" He blinked.

"Y-yes! Here, your towel, and I found one of your old shirts in the laundry."

"Thanks, Misty."

Damn him. Was he really THAT oblivious, or was he not attracted to Misty in the way she was attracted to him? He dried himself off, even taking his cap off to dry his hair, then tugged on the dark tee shirt.

"You're a great pal, Misty."

"Yeah I know, Ash."

The next morning, the promise of a substitute English teacher had been buzzing throughout the classroom. Everyone was throwing paperballs, laughing, talking, and discussing how much hell this new Sub was going to recieve. Whenever Oak High had a substitute teacher, it was like everyone could become Gary Oaks for a day and do whatever the hell they wanted, say whatever the hell they wanted, and never get in trouble for it.

Misty smirked when Gary Oak was no where to be seen.

Exactly as the tardy bell rang, the door opened and the substitute came in. He was a tall man, possessing serious features that demanded respect, and wore a peculiar orange suit. A large, cream-colored cat followed beside him. The students actually grew quiet.

"Sit down you insolent, pathetic little children," his voice turned everyones' blood cold.

They sat down immediately.

"Who is this guy?" Ash whispered beside Misty.

First, he placed his large cat on his desk. Then the man went to the board, turning his back to everyone to write on the surface with chalk. When done, he stepped aside so the class could see.

Boss Giovanni

"That is how you will address me: Boss, or Boss Giovanni. Do you understand children?"

A small boy in the front of the class slowly rose his hand.

"What is it, child?" Boss Giovanni hissed.

"Y-you're not supposed to bring animals into the building.." He timidly pointed out.

"Hm.. what is your name, boy?"

"W-wally."

"Wally, is it? Hm... what is your grade in this class?"

"A+ sir."

"We'll make that an F- and a month of detention if you ever cross me like that again."

"You can't do that!" Misty cried out from several seats behind.

Boss Giovanni smirked. "Of course I can. I will soon be able to do anything I want."

"And how do you figure that?" Ash spoke up, trying to sound tough but not being able to match Misty's fearless voice.

"Because I am going to be the new ruler of this world."

...

Silence.

"C-come again?" someone asked.

"It is true," Boss Giovanni leaned against his desk and pet his cat faithfully on the head. "I am going to turn you all into my minions. You will all become pawns for my new plot to take over. We will be called... Team Rocket."

...

...

...

"...Good luck with that." a random classmate remarked.

Misty's eyes widened in disbelief. 'This guy is a total nutjob.'

Suddenly, the door flew open.

"EEY IT'S PARTY TIME!"

Gary Oak would have make an appearance now, wouldn't he?

He suavely walked into the room, wearing his usual pair of black sunglasses. He tilted down, brushing a girl's chin with his finger flirtitiously. "Hey, Dawn, looking as beautiful as usual."

The blue-haired girl in the front blush. "T-thank you."

Gary, ignoring Boss Giovanni totally, slid in front of him and threw his arms out. "It's the moment you've all been waiting for! Gary Oak has arrived!"

...

...

...

"Sit down, jackass," Misty yelled from her seat.

"Hey! Don't call Gary that!"

"Yeah, you're just mad because he doesn't flirt with UGLY girls!"

"Yeah, but you're glad he flirts with easy ones, aren't you?" Misty bit out.

"HOW DARE YOU!"

"Shh! Don't make her mad, she might have a knife on her!"

"SILENCE YOU DISGRACEFUL CHILDREN!"

The room quieted. Gary turned around to face the substitute, then eyed the front board. "Boss Giovanni?"

"Yes, that's right little boy. Now sit down before you regret it."

"Huh! You must not know who I am," Gary smirked defiantly, crossing his arms over his chest.

"And who are you, intolerant boy?"

"Gary Oak! My grandfather's the Principal of this school and everyone obeys me."

"Not everyone..." Misty growled.

"Interesting... I must make you my assistant henchman."

"What?"

"Boss Giovanni says he's going to make us his minions in his plot to rule the world," Wally said.

"The hell he will," Gary said, taken aback.

"I will, now sit down, Assistant Henchman."

"I didn't agree to be your-"

"Sit down."

Gary found his usual seat in the back while winking to several girls on his way. The Boss cleared his throat and stroked his cat's fur.

"This is my cat, Persian. He is the Top Cat. Now onto other matters, what have you been working on for this class?"

"Romeo & Juliet, sir," said Wally.

"Hm...and what is this Romeo & Juliet about?"

"Two feuding families prevent the love of a girl named Juliet and a boy named-"

"Enough! Now I will teach you important matters; like world domination." He went over to the board and started writing with the chalk.

"This guy is a total lunatic," Gary said aloud, earning uproars of laughter.

Boss Giovanni turned his head sharply. "What was that?"

"Nothin'."

"Hmm.. okay, World Domination," The Boss said carefully, writing the two words on the board. Underneath it he wrote 'Team Rocket's Goal'. Then he grabbed a clipboard. "Alright, an important part of World Domination is followers. Without followers, you will not be able to complete your task. There is power in numbers, my children. But you must make sure that the followers you have are proven loyal and trustworthy. To do so, you must know of every follower in your group, what they are like, what their plans are, what they dislike and such. That is why I am going to pair you all off into groups of two. You will get to know your future teammates of Team Rocket. Understood?"

"I understand that you need to get checked into a mental hospital," Gary Oak snickered.

More laughter, which was quickly silenced by Boss Giovanni's deadly stare.

"Good, now I am going to decide the pairs at random."

"Ugh, I'm stuck with you? He could have at least chose a girl with bigger breasts," Gary flicked his brown bangs from his face, sighing disappointedly.

"Shut up, jerk! I'm not here for you to look at, I'm here because of that crazy substitute."

Misty angrily plopped down in the desk in front of him.

"Yeah, I'm going to try and get Gramps to fire him. World Domination? He must not get out much."

Misty looked around, noticing some girls stabbing her with looks of hate. The red-head sighed. "They're mad that I'm over here, great. Just what I needed, more girls to hate me."

"I can't help that I'm this handsome and charming."

Misty scoffed. "Hardly."

Her gaze sadly floated toward Ash and a girl named Bianca. She watched them quietly as they talked and ended up sharing a hearty laugh together. Curious, Gary followed her depressed stare, then broke out into a wide smirk.

"You like Ashy-Boy?" he accused.

"N-no!" Misty flushed.

"I knew there was something wrong with you. No girl can resist my charm; Ash is just temporarily blinding you. You'll come around eventually."

"Excuse me?" Misty growled.

Gary leaned over his desk, smirking with delight. "You'll fall for me, Waterflower. Once you give up on Ash, you're gonna realize you want me soo badly."

She felt something on her knee. Was that... his hand?

Immediately, Misty's fist connected with Gary's face.

"DON'T EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN, PUNK!"

"Ow! What the hell!"

Misty stood over Gary's body on the floor as he rubbed his reddening cheek.

"Misty Waterflower, Gary Oak, to the Principal's Office, now."

Misty turned with surprise. It was Mrs. Maple. "W-what?"

"You heard me. The both of you, to the Principal's Office. No more arguing."