Troys pov

"I'm sorry." Gabby sighed.

Gabriella just looked down at the floor. I wasn't exactly sure what she was sorry for; it could be for any reason. It could be because she broke down and had a panic attack for the second time with me around. Could it be that she feels ashamed?

"Why are you sorry?" I asked lightly as I try to look into her eyes as she looks away.

"You must think I am crazy…all I ever do is cry around you." She stated as a tear fell down her cheek.

"Gabby, it is a lot to take in." I quietly say as I wipe the tear that slid down her cheek.

"No, I don't think you're crazy." The truth is I freaked out worse than she is. I punched holes in walls and freaked out on everyone. She accepts that fact that we don't have any other options, which is a good thing. I glanced at the clock to notice that is was really late. "It is almost midnight… I gotta get going. Are you gonna be alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," is all she said. The look in her eyes tells me she was lying and that she is far from being okay, but it is so late and we both need sleep. I stood up to walk out and all of a sudden she said, "When will I see you again?"

"I'm not sure…do you wanna see me again?" I asked with curiosity.

"Well…I kind of have to see you again." She paused for a few seconds and then continued, "Don't I?"

"Well it would make our lives easier if we did get to know each other a little better before we get married." I laughed.

"Very true." She agreed as she stood up and hugged me. "Good bye"

I was very shocked by this motion but I am glad she is slowly opening up to me. I walked out the door towards the living to see Ms. Montez. I was hoping I could just sneak by her but she noticed me.

"Hello Ms. Montez. How are you tonight?" I said as politely as I could.

"I'm okay, Troy. Thank you. How did things go with Gabriella?"

"Things are going okay. I was just about to leave; it has been an exhausting day."

"Yeah, I bet. I don't have the most behaved daughter." She said this soo lightly that it was shocking she actually said that to me.

"She behaved very well considering. Goodnight" I said as I turned on my heels and left the house not interested in anything she has to say.

Gabriella's pov

Troy was finally gone, but now I realize that I like being around him. Yes I broke down and had panic attacks because of him and this situation, but how else are you supposed to deal with this? It is a very shocking situation, but it could be worse. I could be engaged to a horrible guy that would force himself on me. I know Troy would not take advantage of me; he seems too nice and sweet. He seems like a very caring guy. Most guys would probably run for the hills after one brake down, but he stayed and helped me through it. That is how I know he has to be a nice guy, a caring and considerate guy. He was soo handsome too! His brown eyes and great hair…they are just indescribable. Oh my God…am I starting to like him? There's no way I like him. I don't even know him.

My thoughts were interrupted when my door flew open. My mother was standing there looking pissed. I hope she isn't in one of her moods. Her eyes literally looked as if they had fire in them…oh boy!

"WHAT DID YOU DO, GABRIELLA MONTEZ?" she yelled at me.

"I didn't do anything! What are you talking about?" I ask with concern hoping I can calm her down.

"You didn't do anything? Yeah right, Gabriella! Are you trying to chase him away? He is you only chance! No one wants to marry you! Why do you think you are getting an ARRANGED MARRIAGE? You stupid girl! You better fix this!" As she yelled at me her eyes got meaner and meaner.

"Mom, I swear I didn't do anything to chase him away. And that's not true I am not hopeless!"

"Gabriella, have you looked at yourself? He is out of your league. You are a hopeless, ugly girl that no one wants to marry! Look at you, you are breaking down as we speak! No one wants that!"

"Mom" was all I could manage to say. I couldn't believe what she was saying to me. Our fights have never gotten this bad. The tears started to slide down my cheeks once again. She stalked up to me and grabbed my arm tightly, which will probably leave bruises.

"You better not mess this up!" she said loudly as her grip tightened and then she released me and let me fall to the ground. She left me like that. I am not even sure if I fell or she pushed me, which it really wouldn't surprise me if I had actually gotten pushed to the ground. I left as if her grip was still on my arms. She slammed my door shut.

I stayed on the floor and rocked myself as I held myself as if I was trying to keep myself from falling apart. I couldn't get the tears to stop. I just couldn't calm down. My mother hates me and believes everything is always my fault. How can she say that her own daughter is ugly and would never find someone to marry? I'm must really be worthless like she says. I don't deserve to be happy. I don't deserve anything or anyone. My tears started to get worse and I could only come to one conclusion that I thought I would never come to again. I reached in between my mattress and boxstring to find my blade. I slow scraped my skin with it and I calmed down a little and I just stare at the skin that is starting to redden. I run the blade over my wrist again a little harder this time and I start to see a little blood. I kept doing this until both wrist had about six bleeding marks.