Chapter 7

"So, are you going to tell me whats up?" Joey asked me after I dried off and got dressed.

"Not much to tell," I replied.

"Come on Ella, I think I know you better then that."

"Oh yeah, better then what?" I asked with a not-so-nice tone to my voice.

"Well lets see, you were sitting in the middle of a storm, which you are not a big fan of, you called me instead of Troy, you wanted to come here instead of the safty of your own home, and i could hear you crying in the bathroom. So why don't try telling me its nothing again."

I sighed, "look Joey, can we please just talk about this later?"

"No." It was a simple, two letter word, that no one likes to hear.

"Joey..." I started.

"Look Ella, I get that whatever happen is something you don't want to repeat, but if you want my help, you have to tell me whats going on. Was it Troy? Did he hurt you?"

"God no. Joey, you know Troy. No matter what, he would never hurt me physically."

"I know, but did he break your heart?"

"Not on purpouse."

"Well thats a start. So whatever is bothering you has to do with Troy."

"No, well yes...but theres more to it."

"Care to ellaberate?" He asked me. My goodness this boy won't take no for an answer.

"Oh my gosh, fine! Bianca, his beloved girlfriend, was making fun of me at the party, so Troy made a big deal about standing up for me, and left with me. Then he went back to the party once he knew I was home."

"Oh." Joey said.

"Oh is right. And to top it al off, when i got home, my mom was about to sleep with some random guy I have never seen before, nor heard her talk about him."
"Oh Ella, I am sure she has a good reason-"

"Yeah, her good reason was she felt like lying to me for six months about it."

"I'm sorry."

"I just want to sleep." I left him standing there shocked and headed to the bathroom. "I'm Sorry" Why is it that people always say that. Like those two words are magically going to make everything better? I think not. People say it when they know they need to say somthing, but don't know what to say. Making those words completely pointless.

I looked at my phone. 22 messages. I scrolled through them all, seeing who left them. FIVe was from my mother, the rest was from Troy. Deleting the ones from my mom, I decided to listen to at least a few from Troy.

"Hey Brie. Look, I know what I did was messed up, and I can see how it looked really bad to you. But you have to know I would never hurt you or make fun of you, ever. Please call me back, I need to make sure your okay, esspacially after what you said about your mom. Please."

That boy just breaks my heart. I know he would never make fun of me, but the only other explenation that comes to my mind to why he would go back, would be to make sure Bianca wasn't mad at him. I would rather him make fun of me, then go crawling back to that girl. If you can even call her that. I skipped a few of his messages, and listend to another.

"Brie, please tell me you are out of this storm and safe. I can't stop worrying about you. Just text me, or call and hang up, or somthing so I know you are safe...I just...please."

A tear rolled down my cheek at that one. He sounds so sad, so worried. As mad as I am at him, I never wanted to hurt him, or make him worry.

"Hey, Its me again. I know I have left you a bunch of messages, and I know you won't respond, but...maybe you could tell your mom your safe. She's been calling me asking if I am with you. I think she went out looking for you. I wanted to go with, but she said I should stay in case you show up. What happened?"

I am horrible. Of course my mom was is freaking out. I have never been mad at her before, or ever ran away without telling her where I was going to be. I am sorry mommy, but I can't call you, I just can't.

"Okay Brie, lets make a deal. I will stop calling you, if you just text an 'I'm fine' message. I need to know your out of this weather, its not safe. And you are scared of storms, always have been. If you don't want to go home, come to my place, I won't tell your mom. Please Brie. I love you and you have now idea how much I-"

The machine cut him off on that one. I got butterflys hearing that he loved me. Yes, I know he ment it as a friend, or sister way, but it sitll gave me that feeling. I choose not to listen to anymore messages, I was just making me feel more crappy.

"Troy, I am safe, I am out of the storm, and I forgive you. I just can't talk to you now. So please stop calling. And please tell my mom I am safe.

Xoxo Brie"

I hope that text message satisfys him for now. Now I am going to bed.

Don't kill me, I know its been forever, I like to say I have just been to busy, but I don't want to lie. I just kinda lost intrest for awhile, but i got a new chapter out, just for my loyal fans ;)