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CHAPTER FOUR- SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW
One thing I always noticed about Troy was his teeth. They were almost abnormally white and perfect. When I first met him they were almost blinding, vivid white and perfectly straight. But the weird thing was he'd never had braces. His parent's teeth were the same, so I guess he inherited it from them.
We sat on a park bench outside his house before lunch.
"What are you staring at?" He asked stretching his legs out, looking down.
"You're teeth," I replied breaking my gaze. "There just so perfect."
He laughed at me and his teeth shone more than ever, exposed through his huge smile.
"I guess I just got lucky," He said and I caught the tiny use of sarcasm as he said it. He was laughing harder, like he was laughing at some inside joke I wasn't in on.
"What's so funny?" I asked confused, was he going insane?
"Oh nothing," he said calming down a bit; he could tell I was still curious. "So ready to face another week of school?"
"No," I replied slouching more against the back of the bench. "I'm so sick of school."
"Me too," Troy said and I glanced at him, but did a double take. He seemed warn out today, and his face looked paler and tired.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked trying to keep the concern out of my voice.
"What do you mean?" he asked looking away from me.
"You just look really tired, and pale."
"Oh, well I didn't really sleep very well last night." He said, but for some reason I was still suspicious.
"You're weird," I stated smiling at him, letting it go.
"I wouldn't be talking Montez, you're the weirdest person I know," I glared at him, "In uh.. a good way." He said laughing. "Definitely a good way."
"Alright," I said grabbing his hand all of a sudden very cheerful. The weather was cooler now, but it was still very sunny.
Troy suddenly became very serious as I looked over at him.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked still holding his hand in-between my own. He smiled sadly down at me.
"Tell me something I don't know about you." He said not answering my question, but countering it with another.
I almost laughed; I wanted to tell him so much. If only he knew.
"Um.." I thought; he basically knew everything. "You know everything Troy." I said to him seriously. I judged this wasn't the time to be overly happy.
"I can't know everything about you Gabriella," he said putting more pressure on my hand. "I haven't known you that long.
"I guess I'll have to think on it, but I have known you for three years now."
Troy stood up in one graceful movement and I stared at him. His movement was always so smooth, like he was surrounded in honey, and was trying to stand up, but ten times faster. Maybe it was all the basketball he played, that made him so graceful and light on his feet. I stood up after him and we walked back across the street, towards Troy's house. Once inside I looked around the not-so-familiar house. It was different from any modern house I'd seen, it was more elegant and old fashioned like the house belonged in the 1920's. All the wood in the house was a dark oak, including the floors. The architecture in the wood was amazing, a dark wooden arch held the way into the kitchen; a small design traveling it's way around the arch. Beside the kitchen was the living room, complete with a small wood fireplace keeping the house just a little warmer than I would have liked.
We passed his parents; Troy was a striking image of the both of them. They had the same smooth light skin and brown hair that Troy had. They however, were never as nice to me as Troy was and the fact had always upset me.
"Hi Troy," his mother called to him as we passed them. Mr. Bolton didn't even turn around and Troy's mother only nodded in my direction as a 'hello'. I smiled kindly anyways, "Hi Mr. and Mrs. Bolton." No reply.
Troy and I walked up the creaking wooden stairs to the second floor, where Troy's room was. We walked past the open door and onto his bed, the ground creaking with each step I took.
"Why don't you're parents like me?" I asked as soon as we were out of their hearing distance.
Troy sighed; I think he was afraid this was coming. "They don't not like you Gabs, they just don't really know you I guess." He said and ran a hand through his brown hair. This made me think of another question that I always wondered.
"How come we don't come here more often?" I asked, curious why we always seemed to go to my house.
"I don't know, I guess I just like you're house better." He replied standing up and pacing around his room. His walking made no noise and it looked more like he was drifting, inches above the ground, back and forth.
I got up from his bed too and followed him, pacing. He turned abruptly and gasped at how close we were. I touched his arm briefly before he jumped away.
"Why are you so jumpy?" I demanded pulling him to sit down. "What's wrong with you today?"
"I..I don't know Gabriella," he muttered colour draining from his face, and I was caught off guard when he used my full name.
"Tell me what's going on." I pleaded grabbing his hand, which he quickly pulled away. Those brief seconds when I had felt his skin shocked me, his skin was so cold.
"Nothing's going on!" He shouted back at me harshly. He seemed shocked too, at how callous it had come out. His face relaxed a bit. "I must be coming down with something." He muttered quietly.
I didn't believe him for a second.
"I think you should go," he said quietly again, looking down at his hands.
"I'm not leaving until you've calmed down." I said staring into his eyes. They seemed darker than usual.
"I'm fine Gaby, just go home."
Go home.
The words hit me pretty hard, and I momentarily was knocked breathless.
"Fine!" I yelled at him now, getting up off his bed and walked noisily to the door, slamming it behind me.
I rushed fuming down his stairs and out of his house, running towards my street. I didn't realize I was crying until I got into my own room and fell onto my bed.
Why was Troy acting like this? We hardly ever got into fights. He was normally such a happy person, always putting me in a good mood. Whether he wanted it or not, I was going to find out what was bothering him. I wanted to help him like he had done so many times for me.
My heart stung as I cried into my pillow; it been so long since I had cried like this. I tried not to cry anymore, so I wouldn't fall back into that cycle that haunted me so many years ago, before I met Troy.
This was bad, for me, and for him.
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