More Than Meets The Eye
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"Do you need help?" Troy asked once again, leaving Gabriella annoyed. She groaned and shook her head. "No, Troy. I do not need help. I am completely capable of putting a few books in my locker." It was the end of the day. No one had really pushed Gabriella around either. They would just stare at Troy and whisper. It was getting annoying to both of them, especially Gabriella. In a way she would rather be pushed around instead of have a feeling someone is looking at her or know it's her fault for Troy's stares.
"We can go to my house," Troy suggested after Gabriella had went to her locker. Gabriella nodded and pushed through the red doors that led out of school. "Sure, why not?"
"How about we ask questions now. What type of music do you like?"
"Reggae," Gabriella grinned. "You know, famous Bob Marley."
"Ah," Troy said and nodded. "Yeah, you've got to love him. I kind of like Reggae too. So peaceful."
"So, now music is covered, how about your favorite color?"
"You're insanely boring, Gabriella. We have to be creative."
"Well, I've got nothing."
"Okay, fine. I can print my paper saying, "Gabriella Montez is the most boring person you could ever meet." There, I think that would hand us an A."
"Okay, fine, Troy. What type of person do you think you are?"
"I think I'm hot, Generous—"
"What do you look like?" Gabriella wondered.
"Huh?"
"Uh, sorry I interrupted, but, what do you look like?"
"Oh, well, I have sandy brown hair, blue eyes and...yeah."
"Don't get freaked, but can I feel you?" They both stopped, facing each other. Troy smiled and looked down at her. "Sure." Gabriella reached up slowly and felt every part of his face. Her fingers skimmed is strong cheek bones, his narrow eyes, his soft lips and laced through his thick jungle of hair. Troy just watched her, her light eyes moving slightly, but not really seeing. Gabriella's hands moved slightly down to his neck and tracing the outline before moving back up to his face. Troy shivered at her touch. "You feel...nice," Gabriella offered with a grin. Troy laughed and the two moved apart. "Thanks. I think."
"It's a compliment."
"How do you normally get home?"
"My dad comes and picks me up. I can call him." Gabriella dung into her bag and almost immediately pulled her phone out. She typed in her fathers phone number and Troy watched with amazement. "I have great memory," Gabriella explained when she felt his eyes then put the phone to her ear. "Dad?...Hey, it's Gabriella...Fine, but I have a project that requires me to go over the persons house, mind if I come home late?...Thanks dad...Love you, too. See you at home."Gabriella hung the phone up and dropped it back in her bag.
Troy opened the door to his car and helped Gabriella in. After getting situated, he drove off. "You're not like, gonna kill me are you? Or kidnap me? Right?" Troy chuckled and shook his head. He stopped at a red light and turned to her. "No. We're going to my house. I promise."
"Okay, but still, I am a good fighter. I'll literally snap you in half if you try anything."
Troy chuckled and leaned back slightly in the chair. "So, let's get on with questions. What's your life story?'
"That'll have a long answer," Gabriella said quietly. "But to shorten it, my life ended when I was four."
"Don't say that."
"Well it's true. Who wants to be blind, Troy? Honestly, tell me that?" Gabriella sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Do you know how terrible it is? I can't do half as many things as other people can. I can't see people when they talk to me. I can't read. I can't do a lot of things for myself. I'm just an ugly blind bag."
"You're not ugly, Gabriella. You're actually beautiful. Really beautiful. And you can do things but a little help is okay. Everyone needs help sometimes."
"But not like me," Gabriella said and pressed her lips together. "How about another question?" Troy looked at her and sighed then sunk back in his seat. He started the car down the crumbled road, making the car shake. Gabriella leaned back in her seat as well when she didn't get an answer and nerves poured down on her like a water fall. She didn't like cars. And she's never been in one since the awful accident. Her dad would just walk to school and then they would walk back home together. She was supposed to be getting a Guide Dog when she turned eighteen. "Okay," Troy finally spoke. "What's your favorite food?"
Gabriella quirked an eyebrow at him and snickered. "Okay, I thought I was boring."
"Just answer the question."
"Okay, well when I was younger, my mom would make these Chimichangas. They're so good. My dad attempts to make them now," Gabriella admitted with a chuckle. "But if we want some we go to my Grandma down the street."
"Ah, I forgot. You're Hispanic, right?"
Gabriella nodded. "Yeah, and I am Filipino, Caucasian, Chinese, American-Indian, and Irish."
Troy gave one glance towards her then quickly looked back at the road. "Wow. You're...a lot of things."
"Yeah, but the languages, I've never got to learn," Gabriella said sadly. "Anyway, on to your turn. You're favorite food?"
"Uh, Hot Dog?"
"Oh, yeah," Gabriella said. "You are really boring. Who likes just a Hot Dog? I mean, what's so delicious about Hot Dogs? What are they even made out of?"
"Hey, don't diss the Hot Dogs, okay?"
"Whatever," Gabriella laughed and intwined her fingers together on her lap. "How about your favorite place in the world."
"The arcade."
"Really?"
"Well, no. The basketball court."
"Convenient."
"What about you?"
"I don't know," Gabriella admitted. "I like to go to the playground and swing on the swings."
"Hm, how about we go there now?" Troy asked and the car stopped.
"Huh?"
"We're at the park. Come on." Troy got out the car and went to help Gabriella. She gave him a little thanks before taking his hand and they walked down to the swings. The wind was slightly warm, but a chill also went through them. 'Wait," Gabriella said. Troy stopped and Gabriella slipped off her shoes. She smiled when she felt her toes get a little tickle. "I like the feeling of grass in between my toes."
Troy chuckled. "Me, too. Wanna swing?" Gabriella nodded and Troy guided her to the swings. He watched with a smile on his face as Gabriella went up and down on the swings, a smile on her face.
Maybe they could be friends. he would like to be.
Sorry for the late update...that rhymes! Anyway, I had an unexpected vacation. I don't really like this chapter, but I hope you still review.
~~~~Nessa Kiss
