Detention of love: chapter 3...
School ended pretty fast for troy that day, he avoided Chad the whole time, and only had Gabriella in 1 class after lunch. He was currently at his locker, getting ready to go home, when he saw gabby walking towards him.
"hey" she said when she approached him, "hey, what are you doing here? He asked.
"I was actually looking for a reason to not go home, so…do you wanna walk to your place?"
Oh shit…." my place? I don't know if my parents are home, or not." please say another time, please!!!!! he thought.
"that's ok…we could still hang there, I don't mind." she smiled and grabbed him arm. "lets go." he sighed. "okay…" god! Please don't let them be home. Or at least let them be sober.
"so troy…where do you live? What do your parents do?" she asked trying to start a conversation as they were turning a corner towards the exit.
"uhhh….the Westside. Next to the apartments." he stated.
"wow…no offense but that's a real shitty place to live. I basically live in a hotel! " she laughed.
"yeah, well its all my parents could afford right now…" he said looking down and stuffing his hands into his pockets, of is hoodie. "sorry" was all she said.
It took about 45 minutes to walk to his house, they spent the time talking about books, school, music, why he moved, and how her "hotel" is so cool.
They walked into his house and he dropped his bag by the door. "MOM!!! IM HOME!" he yelled, and gabby giggled.
No response….
"maybe she's not home?" gabby said.
"nope…she's here…" he sighed, as he looked at his moms purse, cell, and alcohol, on the counter.
"gabby I really think you should go…im sorry but now's not a good time" troy said.
"what? Why?" she asked.
"h-honey!! Baby!!! Is that you!" he drunk mom said wobbling into the living room, where they were.
"that's why…mom why don't you go back to sleep, we're going upstairs. Where's dad?" troy said to him mom.
"well how the hell should I know where that bastard is! Im going to bed!…" she started walking back to her room"…kids these days!…gezz" she slammed the door, and gabby jumped.
"sorry, common, lets go." they started walking upstairs to his room. He opened the door, walked in and plopped down on his bed.
Gabriella sat down at his computer desk. "so is your mom always like that?"
He looked at her "yeah, pretty much."
She sighed" yeah. Mine too."
"what? But your Gabriella Montez, the most perfect girl with-"
"the perfect life, perfect friends, blah blah blah…" she finished for him. Then laughed. "things aren't always what they appear to be troy. My moms a drunk, my dad died, and all I have is…is…" she tried to find the right word, but couldn't. troy thought of one.
"nothing…yeah…I know what that's like. My moms a drunk, my lil sister is doin community service. My older brothers in jail, and my dads always arguing with my mom, getting drunk, or trying to make me something im not. It sucks. it's a hell hole and it sucks." he laughed.
"why don't you tell him you like the way you are?" she questioned.
Troy rolled on his back, and stared at the broken ceiling, "he wouldn't listen, he never does…wait, why am it telling you all this?!" he realized he knew this girl for a couple hours and is telling her his entire story. Well not entirely.
"because I saw how your mom is and told you my story, so you have no choice Bolton." she giggled, and sat on his bed with him. "true. But I-" SLAM! (the front door), "TROY! WHERE ARE YOU! I HEARD YOU GOT DETENTION, IM GONNA TEACH YOU A LESSON SO GET OUT HERE, NOW!"
Troy looked at Gabriella with wide eyes. "time to go gabby. Sorry" he said leading her towards the window
"wait troy, what's going on, what's going to happen to you!" she asked, talking faster then usual. " I thought your dad only yells at your mom?" she was halfway down the tree when she looked up and he said, "things aren't always what they appear to be gabby, Ill see you tomorrow" with that he shut the window, and she was walking to her house, very confused.