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Chapter 3

Blake woke up at the crack of dawn, because he knew if he didn't wake them up, they'd miss the shuttle bus to the camp. After making a quick stop at the studio, he made his way up the stairs first to the girl's room; where he found them already dressed each in a pair of shorts, short-sleeved graphic tees that have something to do with music and gladiator sandals on each of their feet and heading down to breakfast.

"Didn't wanna hear the cymbals again." Gabriella said giggling a little at the look on Blake's face as they walked past him.

"Well then." He said walking down the hall. "Wake up! BANG! Wake up! BANG! Get off your asses! BANG! I've got food!" at the sound of food the boys are up and running out of the bedroom at top speed only for them to come back up and wonder.

"Dad, cymbals?" Chad asked.

"Second way I know to get you up." He said like it was the simplest thing in the world. Which in a way it was, Chad just had to make things difficult. All three made there way to the kitchen, and Chad and Troy were surprised to find the girls attacking the food on the table. There was French toast, French toast sticks, German waffles, English waffles, blueberry, raspberry, strawberry, and chocolate pancakes, scrambled eggs, and lucky charms that was left untouched unlike most of the things on the table.

"Gosh Mckessie, slow down, ain't like you need the extra baggage." He said smirking. Taylor dropped the spoon full of eggs she had half way to her mouth.

"I'm sorry; I didn't know that my size 6 body was disgusting. Though I could see it being seeing as you only hang out with size 00, to know what a healthy body looks like. So I'll make this clear, I'm not gonna stop eating for you or anybody who thinks I'm fat. Cause I know now I'm not. Nice to see you fixed you problem." She said smirking right back at him. Chad glowered at her and started cramming things on his plate while his father and Troy looked shocked, both for different reason. His father because he didn't know Chad could be so rude, to the person who could so easily kick them out, and plus Taylor was gorgeous where had that thought even come from. Troy because he knew how Chad felt for Taylor, and how he practically undressed her with eyes so many times and told him afterward what he wouldn't do to get his hands on her, feel her soft skin beneath him-.

"Troy!" Blake shouted at the blue-eyed boy.

"Sir?"

"Are you gonna eat anytime soon?" Blake asked smiling. At the mention of food Troy made like eggs and scrambled (a/n: corny) towards the table and started filling his plate.

"Excuse me, I'm gonna go purge now." Taylor said sarcasm dripping in every word while glaring at Chad, who barley looked up from his food."

"Sorry." He said not looking up at her.

"No your not, I'll take the apology when I know you mean it, and not just saying cause your dad's in the room." She said.

"I mean it. I didn't think you'd take offence to it."

"Really Cash? Are you that thick, don't tell me you forgot freshman year. I was bulimic for a year and half and I'm just starting to get comfortable in my skin, and you go and say that to me. You really are as heartless as I thought you were." She whispered.

"I try to forget things that make no sense to me. You weren't fat then, and you aren't fat now. So I don't see why you did it. If you still can't see how sexy you are, and that any girl would kill to have a body like yours, and any guy would kill to run there hands over you, then Taylor I'm sorry. Okay. I'm really sorry." He said sincerity seeping through him.

"Boys go get dressed, come girls let's go put the bags in the car." Blake said softly ushering everyone out of the room. "My son has changed. Whoever this girl is that he likes is doing wonders for him." Blake said once he knew the boys were upstairs.

"Gosh Tay, are you really just getting used to being in your own skin?" Gabriella asked closed to tears. Taylor opened up her arms and wrapped Gabriella in a hug.

"Yea, sometimes. Like last night and my nightie. I can't look at myself sometimes, but its getting better. What, Cash said though it hurt."

"Why? Is it cause you have a crush on him?" Gabriella asked giggling.

"I'm 18, I don't do crushes. Plus I'm out of his league." Taylor said haughtily.

"Notice how she didn't say she didn't like me." Chad said standing in the door way a large smirk on his handsome face.

"Don't go getting a big head okay. I'll admit you're cute, but I don't like you."

"Why?"

"You really wanna know what I think about you?" she asked.

"Yea."

"You're a rude, conceited, cocky, heartless, chauvinistic, womanizing, man-whore. And just flat out up yourself... But then again what does it matter what I think." She said.

"That's what you really think about me? Thanks for being so honest. I'll do my best not to be those things around you." He said; with one last look to his dad and Troy he walked outside to the front porch.

"Umm, I'm gonna go talk to him." Troy said.

"That's a really big vocabulary you've got there. I know you don' like him, but those words don't describe my son." Blake replied coolly.

"You don't know the school version of him; you're not at the receiving end of his snide comments." She said leaving Gabriella and Blake in the kitchen. Troy found Chad sitting on the bottom steps looking heartbroken.

"Dude you okay?"

"No, Troy. I mean am I really as bad as she says I am?" he asked.

"Honestly, and don't get mad at me, but dude you go through three girls minimum on a daily basis, all the attention though its good sometimes you let it go to you're head a lot. That covers almost everything, seeing as I don't know what chauvinistic means-."

"Boastful devotion to one's race, sex, etc." Taylor said as she and Gabriella walked down the stairs with their carry on, smart phones, and I-pods in hand.

"What?" they asked.

"Chauvinistic that what it means. Let's go, I'm not up for missing the shuttle." Taylor waited till Chad came out of the house one last time and pulling him to the side.

"Look, don't take what I said personally-"

"How can I not?" he whispered hotly.

"Because my opinion of you doesn't matter." She spoke softly. Though she doesn't know it, it's her opinion of him that matters the most to him, but now knowing how she feels, he's gonna make a change. Kind of, okay maybe not.

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