It was silent. Nothing but the clock ticking loudly and Gabriella pulling on Troy's hair, groaning loudly, while leaning front ways on the desk out of boredom. Troy, sighed deeply, his mind—well, his thoughts in Gabriella's mind—wandering all over the place. "Will you stop that Montez," he said, seeing his body crumbled and his hands yanking several strands out. "You're going to make me go bald at an early age if you don't quit yanking out my hair.."
"Don't tell me you aren't concerned about this!" Gabriella said, sitting up straight and turning to face her body. "I am just trying to think up a plan—"
"By ripping out my hair?" Troy said, standing up from the desk and crossing Gabriella's arms over her chest. "And how do you live with these…these…boulders! They're huge!" Gabriella scowled, standing up also, towering over her body with Troy's.
Troy gulped. "Y'know, I didn't know how tall I really was…heh heh."
"Hey i didn't ask for them" Gabriella fisted her hands and tensed every muscle in her—Troy's—body. "And how do you live with a snake between your legs it's so uncomfortable to walk with!" Troy snickered, but it didn't stay inside, pretty soon the detention hall was filled with high pitched giggles.
"I'm serious Bolton!" Gabriella yelled, nearly raising a hand. "stop it!" when Troy didn't stop, Gabriella's vision blurred and she soon wasn't in control of her actions. A hand raised, and soon, all the giggles stopped.
"You…you….you hit me.." Troy said, feeling Gabriella's eyes water. He raised a hand his stinging cheek. "you hit me…"
"On the contrary," Gabriella said, smirking coldly, "it was you who hit me!" Troy stared at her in confusion.
"You mean you…" Troy said, with as much as acid as he could muster.
"No you!" Gabriella said, eyes blazing.
"You!"
"You!"
They were inches apart, faces mere centimeters away and noses barely touching. The tension was so thick that it could be cut with a knife. Only Troy and Gabriella's growling filled the space between them. They didn't know how much time had passed in that moment, it felt like hours, but when the teacher spoke for their attention, it was as if years had passed since they'd seen old Mrs. Darbus.
"NOW! Both of you sit down and shut your pie holes!" They turned to see her brown eyed fury, cringing instantly under her gaze. Mrs. Darbus could make anything and anyone cringe under her sight it's a wonder she's still single at the 40 years she hasn't dated or yet to be married.
They looked at the floor, sliding back into their seats. Troy slid a glance at Gabriella, resting his chin in his palm all 'girly' like. He groaned, closing his eyes—they were both on the verge of accepting the fact that they were now…each other. Hard to swallow, but they were close to accepting it.
"Small balls…" Gabriella murmured, knowing that it would annoy Troy, and it did because he turned immediately at the words and scoffed.
"Small?" he asked, raising his brows incredulously. "Listening Montez, if I'm not anything it's small…my boys are anything but small—"
"Yes, that's why you have so few girls over at your place.." was it hard to tell that she was enjoying this? She turned completely in her seat, smirking hugely. Troy sputtered, unable to think of anything at the moment, but then his eyes glazed over in that evil stare.
"Bleeding pussy." He said, Gabriella gasped her eyes wide and blue—something she will never get used to.
"You take that back!" she yelled,
"No!" Troy yelled, "I won't—"
"What did I say about being quiet?" Mrs. Darbus yelled, "now don't make me come over there!" Their voices hushed to harsh whispers.
"I won't take it back because it's true! You think that walking a penis is hard and uncomfortable? Well, try going to bathroom with blood in your pee! I swear I think I'm dying!"
"Oh for shits sake, you aren't dying!" Gabriella said, although the thought of her enemy….nah. her life would be boring with out fighting with Troy. "It's called a period, it only happens once a month—"
"That's it!" Mrs. Darbus said, standing up from her desk—her eyes wide and blazing with annoyed anger. "I'm gonna explain to principal Butler that you two need another form of punishment for your fighting! Honestly, how do you expect to get along with your fighting always in the way! Try being each other, you'll learn that way, in fact, yes—let's role play."
"Um," Troy said, looking at Gabriella with a panicked expression, of course Gabriella's expression looked worse than his. "That's not a very good idea Mrs. Darbus—"
"Nonsense, of course it is. Now, stand up both of you." No response, she put her hands on her hips. "NOW!" jumping from their seats, Troy and Gabriella stood up and shuffled uneasily.
"Now, Troy—"
"Yea?" Troy said,
"I believe I said 'Troy' Miss Montez…"
"Oh…heh, sorry…continue.." Troy cleared his throat and looked down, seeing Gabriella's small feet and his mind wandering back to that little girl—Charlotte—from this morning, how he promised to spend the afternoon with her…
He sighed, he hated disappointing little kids.
"Now, Mr. Bolton, I want you to pretend that you are—"
"Um, Mrs. Darbus, we only have a minute left here.." Gabriella said, trying to get out of this. She didn't want to do this just as much as Troy didn't.
"I know that but that doesn't mean that—" Mrs. Darbus said, not liking the interruption.
"So, I think that we should go now." As if on perfect cue, the detention timer went off and Troy let out a relieved sigh that he didn't know that he was holding in until he released it.
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"Uh, thanks for that…" Troy said, they were now walking down the sidewalk. "role playing would've been embarrassing and being you Montez—"
"You are ruining a perfectly good moment Bolton, I'm telling you now…don't do it."
Troy shrugged, struggling to keep up with Gabriella's short legs. He silently cursed their shortness. "Hey, I'm sorry, it's just I meant…thanks."
"…y-you're welcome Bolton." They both stopped in their tracks, facing each other at 90 degrees. It was silent for a moment.
"Why do I feel like we are not far from having a hugging party?" Troy asked, breaking the silence—it wasn't awkward, it wasn't uncomfortable…it was nice. Gabriella chuckled in Troy's deep bass, ruffling the locks that were hers.
"Shut up Bolton, I'll walk you to my foster h—house. I'll walk you to my house." She hoped her covered that quickly enough. But, Troy caught it, narrowing his eyes. "just come on…" Gabriella walked ahead of him, Troy stood there for a second pondering what she just said.
"Foster home?" he said to himself before gathering his breath, pushing forward and once again trying to catch up to his long legged body. Gosh, but it didn't take long to catch up when Gabriella's legs got stretched out enough.
(hours later—Troy's POV)
So now I am sitting round an overly crowded kitchen table, with three five year olds trying to stick loose spaghetti noodles up their noses, I couldn't help but laugh. Kids will be kids I suppose, then I saw at the end of the table the woman that made my breakfast this morning, were these all hers? That's what I wondered at first, but then I started thinking about what Montez said…the words kept echoing in my head.
Foster home…foster home…foster home…
What the hell? Why would she be in a foster home? What happened to her? I suddenly didn't feel like eating the spaghetti that was on my plate, I was just pushing my food around.
"Gabriella?" I looked up, might as well 'role play' that I'm her. "are you feeling all right?" how to put this?
"Um, yeah I'm fine..just not hungry is all…can I be excused?" girls say that right? The woman nodded, I smiled my thanks.
"Thanks um…."
"Sherie," she said, looking at me strangely. Well excuse me lady, but I don't know you Gabriella does and she ain't here at the moment, "go ahead, I'll put your plate in the oven."
I got up from the table and soon was in Gabriella's room. Still can't believe that I know where it is, then again I have her brain controlling my mind…hm, I wonder if that's the reason I am craving something deep fried and smothered chocolate?
Still pink and blue, yup; now, focus Troy, find anything that might help me know more about Gabriella Montez. Before I could of course start my search, I had to pee. Damn, she has a small bladder. "OH COME ON!" I said, banging on the bathroom door with my little girl fist. "who ever is in there, get out now! I need to pee!"
The door opened, and the muscled-knuckle dragger came out (must play football), "you must be on your period Bitcherella." He laughed, and man that was annoying; I sneered, no way was anyone going to bully Montez but me.
Did that sound right? "Yeah, well, what's your excuse?" that seemed to drop his smile, and ran into the bathroom before he could mutilate me, that and I don't think Montez wants her body killed when she's back in it.
"Finally" I breathed, pulling down the gray sweats and sitting on the toilet, but cursing my damn eyes when they looked down at the giant wad of toilet paper that was covered in blood. And the quantity seemed to have increased. I gulped, wiping my front (Montez' front) and putting in a fresh wad of toilet paper. But that didn't keep away the wave of nausea that came over me, when I opened the door, I made as far the bedroom door, then the world went black—or rather red. The sight of all that blood forever scarred in my mind.
The last thing I heard was someone call, "Gabriella!"
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