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I'm alive, I'm alive
I can feel you all around me
Thickening the air I'm breathing
Holding on to what I'm feeling
Savoring this heart that's healing
All Around Me, by Flyleaf
(or I'm Alive compared to what site you go to)
I hesitantly pushed the answer button on my cell phone and held the phone up to my ear. "H-hello?" I stuttered. Damn Montez, can you be more nervous? Worst he can say is no, which would break my heart. Nothing bad, right? Okay, maybe bad. A lot bad. Horrible. Ugh, just stop talking.
"Brie, it's Troy," he said. Well, duh, it's called called ID, Smart Guy.
I smiled slightly at the sound of his voice. Stop! He isn't yours. Yet. Stop thinking positive, it can only hurt worse when he says no. Which he will say. Just answer him! "Yeah, I know. Hey. What's up?" I asked. What's up? What the hell is that? If it was Chad on the phone he would say the sky. If he says that..
"We need to talk," he answered. Uh oh. Those four words are never good in girl world. Remember that Lizzie McGuire when she was dating the paper boy? He said 'we need to talk' and he broke up with her. Dick. How the hell did I remember that?
I bit my lip nervously. "Yeah, I know," I whispered into the phone, but I knew he could hear me. Keep it together, Gab. It's just a boy. A boy you are falling in love with. I boy you have kissed three times. A boy you gave an ultimatum to. A boy, just a simple boy. Yeah, right.
"Listen, I am still at the school. Between the rooms 112 and 114 is a door that says Science Club. Go up the stairs you you'll see me, okay?" he asked. Okay? Can't he just answer me over the phone? No, he has to keep me freaked out. Be like that, it's okay.
I nodded with the phone against my ear. "Yeah, okay. I'll meet you in ten minutes or so," I told him and closed my phone. I was afraid to say goodbye.
I really have to get this done. I have to know my answer. Yes or no.
-
I found the door easily. I mean I have third period in room 112. It was the matter of turning the handle, walking up the stairs, and talking to him. Troy. The boy who could break me easily. Just a simple word: no. That would easily break the flood gates open, probably in front of him too. That would be embarrassing. Even though he kinda saw me crying at the party. But that was one tear. This would be like one times one hundred.
As I was thinking, my phone vibrated. I pulled it out and saw one new text. I opened it.
wher r u?
Was text-ed by Troy. Damn. Now I have to go up.
I hastily sent a reply and shakily opened the door.
on my way up
The door slammed behind me, and I walked up the steps slowly. I heard his phone ringing with my text. I didn't recognize the song. I took a deep breath as I made it to the top. I was on the roof, that much I knew. There was flowers everywhere.
"Hey," a voice said behind me. I turned and saw Troy leaning against the railing behind me. His hair was falling into his eyes, and looked ruffled from the slight wind blowing. He was smiling, and it took my breath away.
Just looking at him made my nerves disappear. I smiled back at him. "Hey," I greeted, walking closer. As I reached him, he stuck his hand out for me. On instinct I reached out immediately and laced our hands together. He tugged on my hand, and pulled me into a hug. I smiled against his chest and wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him back. His arms went around my waist and drew small circles on the small of my back.
"I'm sorry," he whispered against my neck. I breathed in his scent one last time and pulled away, then I reached down for his hands, lacing them together with mine. I gave them a reassuring squeeze, then looked up at him.
"Why?" I asked, my voice in a whisper. Was he sorry because he was saying no? I could almost feel the water building up in my eyes.
He squeezed my hands back then pulled me close. "For kissing you and just walking away from the closet. For saying I was practicing free throws. For making you think I would only touch you like this when we are alone," he said. I could see the truth in his eyes. I smiled, and willed the built up tears to go away. I didn't want to cry right now. Not in front of him, and not without knowing my answer.
"It's okay," I whispered and looked down at our hands that were linked together. I noticed how I was subconcioncely rubbing the back of his hand. It felt so natural. Did it even feel the same for him? Could we get to the point so I could hear his answer, I hate not knowing.
I looked back up and he was shaking his head. "No it's not okay, Brie. You deserve better than that," he told me. Oh no. Is he about to say that he can't do the girlfriend thing?
"C-can you just answer my question?" I pleaded. Looking into his eyes, and I could tell he could see the tears that I was holding in. "I-I need to know now." I can't just keep dancing around the subject.
I tried to blink my years away, but one fell down. Troy unlinked one set of our hands and reached his hand up to brush the tear away. He smiled slightly, leaving his hand on my cheek. If he is about to say no I swear to God.. "I've wanted to be like this with you since the first time I saw you at Chad's house," he murmured.
Ignore the question much? "Like what?" I asked, leaning into his hand.
"Being with you, touching you, looking into your eyes," he told me. That wasn't an answer, was it?
"Troy," I whispered, fighting away the sensation to close my eyes and just enjoy being there with with him touching me. "Answer it. I can't dance around it anymore. It hurts," I finished, pulling away from his hand reluctantly.
He smiled again pulling me to him so we were chest to chest with our still linked hands. His free hand wrapped around my waist. "I think you are the only one who thinks I don't want to be with you," he said. "You're the only girl I want to be with," he told me.
Wa, wa, wait. Is that a yes? I think it is. I blinked at him emotionless. "L-like boyfriend, girlfriend?" I asked. Geez, can you be any more insecure with him? Probably.
He chuckled softly. "Yes, Brie. Like boyfriend, girlfriend," he confirmed.
I smiled widely and my tears broke free. His face instantly fell and looked at me worriedly. "Don't cry," he said. "Please," he added. I nodded and wiped the tears away quickly.
"Don't worry, Troy," I told him. "Happy tears." He said yes! My mind screamed. I threw my arms around his neck, and pulled my lips to his. Our mouths moved together slowly. We didn't have any where to be. I only wanted to be there, with him.
When we parted, I moved my face to the crook of his neck and hugged him tightly. "We have to leave here you know. The school is closing in, like, twenty minutes," he said after five minutes of kissing and just holding each other.
I nodded and pulled away. I pecked him on the lips quickly. "Do you have a car?" I asked, lacing our hands together, as we walked down the steps.
He shook his head. He dropped my hand and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I brought my other hand up and laced it together with the arm around my shoulders. I laid my head down on his shoulder as we walked threw the school. "No, Chad took the car, I just stayed here after me and you talked. You have a car, right?" he asked as we walked outside.
I nodded against his shoulder. "I kinda took my mom's after you called without her knowing. I wasn't in the mood to ask. She was yelling at Alex," I told him leading him over to my mom's mini van.
"Alex is in middle school or something, right?" he asked, as we parted ways to get into the car.
I nodded and laughed. "He doesn't act like it. He acts like he is in fifth grade," I said, driving out of the parking lot. "So where are we going. I guarantee everyone is at Sharpay and Ryan's. My house is a no, because, well, I don't want you to die. If Marcus, Lucas and Felix know we are together you'll be dead by tomorrow. Basketball or no." That was one problem I didn't want to deal with. Telling my brothers. I turned to him at a red light. He was already staring at me.
"You have had a boyfriend before right?" he asked, leaning his head back against his seat. Do not go there, bud.
"Not that my brothers know of," I mumbled, looking forward again. Okay, yes I have had boyfriends before. Two actually. Both in eighth grade when I wasn't in the same school as one of my brothers. Haven't had one since. My brothers are every where! I am not lying.
He laughed next to me. "What does that mean?" he asked. Seriously, what is with him and questions?
"Every school I have been in, one of my brothers have been there with me. Except eighth grade. The middle school only has seventh and eighth. So in eighth grade, I had two boyfriends. One was Matt Douglas," I told him. I gave him a side glance.
"The kid on second string?" he asked, his face getting serious. Oh, does he feel jealous? Seriously, it was eighth grade! It lasted a month and a half. And back then he wasn't a jock. I don't date jocks. Well, now I do. But this is now, that was then.
I laughed slightly. It's nice knowing he's jealous, when he is the one with a fan club. "Calm down, boyfriend," I said shaking my head. "It wasn't serious. It lasted a month and a half. I kissed him maybe once if that." Did I kiss him? If I did it wasn't memorable.
"And the second," he asked.
I pulled into my driveway and turned towards him. "It was Evan Brook. He moved away in ninth grade. He lasted three weeks. I didn't kiss him. Okay?" I asked, smiling at his protectiveness. He nodded slightly. "Look, I have to drop my mom's keys off in the house. I'll meet you in your room?" he nodded and kissed me on the cheek slightly. Was he really scared of my brothers? I would. They are scary.
-
Twenty minutes later found us thumb wrestling on his bed. we were both sitting Indian style, knee to knee.
"You already know I have had two boyfriends, how many have you had?" I asked, trying to desperately to get my thumb on top of his. We realized we didn't know that much about each other. I mean, we know each others personalities, and that we like each other. We didn't know all the rest.
He grunted trying to pin my thumb. "Four," he answered. "One in seventh, one in eighth, one in ninth, one in tenth, well five including you," he told me. "Oh! I win," he said throwing his arms in the air.
Damn. His fingers are longer! "Your fingers are longer," I complained. I wasn't lying. He laughed.
"Does someone hate losing?" he asked moving his head closer to mine. I leaned in too.
"Yeah," I whispered. His nipped at my lips slowly. I hate it when he does that. It makes me want to agree to anything he says.
He laughed when he pulled away. "Better?" he asked. I nodded mutely. "Rematch?"
This is my kind of boyfriend! "One, two, three, four, I declare a thumb war," we said together and our thumbs went at it.
"My turn. First kiss?" he asked, trying to pin my thumb again. his fingers are long. Damn his genes.
I frowned. "Ryan," I mumbled and he stopped thumb wrestling. I pinned his motionless thumb. "Ha, I win," I looked up and he was trying to stop himself from laughing. I sighed. "Go ahead." Was all I had to say, and he started laughing. I bent my legs and pulled them to my chest as he laughed. I wasn't mad. It was kinda funny.
"I'm sorry. I just always thought Ryan was a little..." he trailed off.
"Gay?" I filled in. Ryan isn't gay. He just grew up with Sharpay. He nodded. "Taylor and Chad had just started dating, and Chad was making fun of me. Saying I had never been kissed. I got annoyed and grabbed Ryan. It was gross. Like kissing my brothers."
He smiled. "I'm not like kissing your brothers," he stated. Hell no! He's my boyfriend. Boyfriend. Troy Bolton is my boyfriend. Boyfriend. That is my new favorite word. I shook my head in no. He kept smiling and slapped my knee lightly. "Come on, it's one, one. I need another win," he said and I let my legs fall into Indian style again. I nodded and we did the thumb war thing.
"My turn. Your first kiss?" I asked trying to pull my thumb away from his.
"Ah," he thought. "Megan Scott, I think," he finished. I think? The boy didn't know?
"How do you not know that?" I asked laughing.
He shrugged. "I was the most popular guy in my grade. A lot of girls kissed me, even before I had girlfriends," he defended.
I opened my mouth and threw his pillow at him from behind me. He ducked and it hit the wall behind him.
"Miss me, miss me now you gotta kiss me," he sing-songed. I laughed and shook my head. It's weird. We just officially started dating thirty minutes ago and we are already acting like we have been together for a long time.
"No," I said defiantly. His eyes went wide and he opened his mouth in shock. I laughed. "Has any girl ever not wanted to kiss you?" I asked in my laughed. He shook his head.
"Never, I mean, look at me," he replied and pointed at his face. Can he be more cockier? He's like Nathan Scott. But that would mean he's suppose to be with Haley. That's Taylor. I don't like this comparison anymore.
I smiled. "So I am the only girl who has ever not wanted to kiss you," I stated. My new title: the only girl to ever refuse Troy Bolton and become his girlfriend. That's a long one.
"Well, I would think you want to kiss me now," he said. Well, duh. "Okay, my question. Whens your birthday?" he asked. Oh, yeah he doesn't know that. When the hell is his?
"November 13," I told him. "Yours?" I asked.
"October 18," he said. He's older than me. That's good to know.
I leaned forward and pecked him on the lips. "Happy Birthday," I mumbled against his lips. He smiled and kissed me back.
"You too," he replied. "Next question. This is going to sound weird, but as your boyfriend, it might be something I should know."
Uh oh. That doesn't sound good. "Alright," I said uneasily. How bad can it be?
"Are you a virgin?" he asked. Oh, that bad. I blushed and looked down at my hands in my lap. He put a finger under my chin and lifted my head to look at him. "I'm not doing it because I want to pressure you or anything. I'm not that kind of guy. It's just if we are together for a long time, which I want us to be, it might be a good thing to know if we ever.." he trailed off. Yeah, it kinda makes sense for him to know. I mean I am not ready to have sex, but I am not the kind of girl who wants to wait until marriage. Just until I am in love and ready. Which could be soon. Well not soon, soon. But sooner that I thought.
I nodded silently. He nodded too, and I detected a smirk. Hey! "Are you?" I asked when I got my voice back. His hand came up and scratched his head. Is that a no?
"No," he mumbled, running a hand threw his hair. Okay, awkward. I looked from his eyes to the wall behind him. "I've only done it once. I was telling the truth when I said I wasn't a player. It was last year, near the end of school. Her name is Britney Walters. I was the most popular guy in the grade, the whole school really. She had been my girlfriend for a few months. We went to a party, got drunk and one thing led to another. My friend Greg heard her talking to another friend saying she was using me. I broke up with her, next day she was going out with Scott Homison." I nodded. I wasn't mad, I mean he didn't even know me then. You can't really be mad at someone for that. "Are you okay with it?" he asked quietly a couple minutes later.
I looked back at him and reached up to run a hand threw his hair. "Yeah, I mean, it's a little weird knowing you have.. done it with someone else. But I am not going to let it come between us or anything," I told him, he smiled instantly. "But we still have one problem," I added. He looked at me quesitively. "My brothers."
-
"Do you have to go?" Troy asked against my neck near his front door. I told him it would be easier if I told my parents and my brothers alone. I would call him tonight, then see him tomorrow.
I giggled. Whoa! Since when do I giggle? That's weird. "Yes, Troy. We agreed. I tell my family so you don't die tomorrow. You tell Sharpay and the rest of the gang," I reminded him, pulling away from his embrace slightly so I could look him in the eye.
"If I tell Sharpay alone, without you, I could die anyways," he told me. True. But my brothers are scarier than Sharpay. Maybe.
I laughed. "Just tell her, get ready to plug your ears when the squealing starts, then hide when she starts asking questions," I helped. Sharpay would want to know everything, then possibly kill me and him for lying about the party and the closet.
He sent a small glare towards me. "Your mean," he mumbled pulling me close again.
"It's either Sharpay or my brothers. I can handle my brothers and my parents. Besides, Sharpay is going to call me bitching anyways after you tell her. Just, make sure you lock your door tonight, kay?" I said with a small smile.
He nodded. "Fine," he agreed. I smiled and pulled his lips to mine quickly.
"I have to go, or I will never leave," I told him pulling away five minutes later. It's true. He groaned and his head dropped to my shoulder. "Troy," I laughed. "It's one night."
He nodded against my shoulder. "I no, I just want to be with you," he mumbled then lifted his head back up.
I smiled and pecked him on the lips quickly. "I'll call you tonight, boyfriend," I said opening the door and leaving. When I walked down the driveway, Sharpay's SUV pulled up.
"Where the hell have to been?" Taylor asked out the window.
I laughed. "Troy has to talk to you all. I'll call you later," was all I said and I jogged across the street.
It's time to face the world. My brothers, and my parents. My parents were the easy part. It was my brothers I was afraid of. But I didn't care. For the first time I, Gabriella Montez felt really alive.
I don't like this chapter. I don't know why. Sorry.
I hope you all like it. Next chapter might not be out for a while. School is starting, you know.
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