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Here goes chapter 7. Enjoy! :)
"…some guys beat us…", whipered the girls.
The bomb had been dropped. Everything was in the open now. The girls remained silent and quiet while this new information about them sank into the boys' minds. Nothing could be listened. They knew the boys had heard them because they could notice and feel how their bodies were rigid and their muscles tensed, but all four boys were almost as statues: no words, no moves…nothing. The girls didn't know what to do. Part of them wanted to be out of their embrace, wanted to be alone (or at least with each other), but another part wanted to listen and know what they were thinking.
The girls didn't know for how long they had been explaining their story. They didn't know what time it was. They didn't know if the boys were planning on say something or what. Here they went again with a thousand questions in their heads but without a single answer. They didn't were aware of how long the boys had been silent after their revelation. It could have been minutes, hours…their bodies were tired and sore, their brains were like in an "off mode", their eyes were burning from the tears which had been dropped, and from the tears that still were falling. This time their tears were silent tears. Their bodies were too tired to make any sound.
"What?". Kelsi push her head more into his chest. His voice had been scaring. She'd never listened his voice this cold. Her fears were invading her mind again. What was he about to do? What was he thinking? Her thoughts were broken when Jason spoke again.
"Who?". Kelsi couldn't bring herself up. She had already emptied her heart to him; she had no more force in her body to argue or talk about it. She was exhausted. She wanted to forget, not to remember and revive each detail of that terrible day.
With her head still buried in his chest, she remembered the rules she settled before her explanation began. "Like I've told you before, no questions Jason. I'd told you what happened the other day, I already told you everything what had happened in my life. You knew the rules: no questions, no pressure. Let it go…please" she whimpered. She couldn't lift her head. She knew she would find a scaring face, two burning holes hammered into hers, a tensed jaw. No. she couldn't see his face.
However, the decision was made for her when he grabbed her chin with so much force than he pretended and repeat his questions again. "You can't pretend for me to remain like nothing had happened Kelsi. I am not planning on let it go. We are going to talk about it. You are going to tell me each name. I want to know everything, and in order to do that, I need for you to start speaking now". His fierce voice was making her tremble.
She tried to let herself free from his embrace, but he only tightened his arms more around her. "Jason let me go. You knew the rules. I don' need this now. I want to go with my friends…please…you are hurting me", her last words were a whisper but his brain, though the rage it was feeling inside, registered them. In a breath he let her go. Kelsi backed away from him; was she scared of him? No, he couldn't let her to be afraid of him now. He needed to be with her to be able to protect her, and if one of her fears was him, he couldn't do that.
"I am sorry, babe, I am sorry…", he said while walking in her direction.
She could see his eyes. Both had written in neon lights his sorry, but after the effort did for her while explaining their story, her brain was too tired to register that. She only could revive her memories in her head all over again. She could notice his figure taking little steps in her direction. Her mind was trying to make a decision: stay or leave. He was inches away now, if he extended his arms, he would catch her. However, he was doing nothing but get closer to her: no sounds, no words…nothing.
"Jason please…" was her whisper. She was sick and tired of that. She didn't need more drama in her life. She wanted to be happy, forget her problems, to be able to be herself without worries, she wanted to enjoy again to be a human being, and his questions were in no way helping her.
In a very slow motion, he extended his arms. Before her brain could register his move, he had her embraced in a tight hug. Her emotions couldn't be bottled more, so she let herself go and started to cry hard. His arms were forming a tight circle around her waist and her tired body gave her away so he hold her legs carrying her bridal style to the bench, where he placed her in his lap and rubbed her back doing circles with his big and warm hands. He didn't say anything for a while, and she knew that it was because of his insecurities in say something which could make her feel worse. She took advantage of that. She didn't need pity, or rage, or a sermon, she needed comfort, and his arms were giving it to her.
She couldn't stop her sobs, but she could notice her own body began to relax. She didn't think her eyes had this huge amount of tears inside; she was sure that never she had cried this much. When her body was limp into his body, he couldn't help but try to relax his too. He understood her fears, he understood that she needed support, not someone who yell things at her, so he tried to show her that he was there for her.
"I am sorry…I know the rules, but you have to understand me…I've just known you had been beat by someone in the school Kelsi. You've just let me know that there are some people who touched you and that I wasn't there to protect you. You have to talk with someone babe, you can't keep these things…you need help". Desperation and impotence could be found in his voice.
"I know…but they threatened us. We can't say anything to anybody. Now you know the truth but you have to promise me that you'll remain quiet about that. No one would know what happened to us the other day. You won't talk with somebody about it until we gave you permission. If not…they will come again…", her voice was also broken.
He couldn't understand why people in his school were so stubborn. All their social rules in real life meant nothing. They didn't exist. How come nobody, but the bullied people and he and his friends, couldn't understand that? It was really this difficult to let the others be?
"Ok ok. I won't say anything, I won't do anything. I promise. But I am not gonna leave your side. I don't mind if you agree or not, I won't leave your side. If someone attacks you in front of me, help me God to restrain myself of kill him. You are stick with me from now on. Nobody will touch you babe, not if I have a say in it…", his firm voice said. And she understood him, she really did.
Part of her was relieved that he was his calm self again. Plus, he had promised that he wasn't gonna say anything, so at least, the football team wouldn't know that they had talked with somebody about the beating. A weight was lifted of her back. Her brain began to work again, her tears were stopping. She knew the importance of this conversation with him, the meaning of his words and attitude; she replaced the events in her head, and she realizes that he really cared for her. This realization made her heart soar, and her body couldn't help but let a content sigh out.
They remained embraced. Both minds were full of thoughts, emotions and feelings. But at that moment no words were needed.
He knew he had to talk to the boys. He supposed that the other girls were explaining them everything too, but just to be sure, he decided to talk to them about it. If the girls hadn't said anything, then he would be the person who would explain them the truth. He alone didn't could protect the four girls, he needed the others' help. He didn't know what future had waiting for them, but he did know that his girl won't be alone if not necessary. He would be his shadow. No one could touch her, and he would protect her.
Kelsi, on the other hand, was thinking about how the worst events had turned her life into something more…beautiful? Well, maybe that wasn't the word, but she couldn't think about another word to describe what she was feeling at that moment. She had found a guy who cared for her, who was willing to give anything to protect her. And she had been able to open up her heart, mind and soul to somebody who is not one of the girls. That only thought made her to press herself more into him, tightening her arms around his hard torso. She was hugging him, and he was hugging her back. Perfect. The only feeling that could describe her state at the moment was "I am home".
Zeke's arm tightened around Sharpay's shoulders. She could notice the tension in his body. She wanted to look at him, but she couldn't. She didn't know what to expect, and though it was hard to admit it, she was afraid. She knew he wouldn't hit or yell at her, but she was afraid of his eyes again. She had seen the fire in them when they were in the classroom, and she knew she wouldn't be able to stand to see it again. She was terrified. The tension became too much. Her body began to shake and loud sobs could be listened.
"Someone had touched her. Someone had hit her. Someone had made her feel miserable. He hadn't known anything about it at that moment, but still. She had been in pain, and he didn't know it. Someone had broken her and he wasn't there to protect her", were Zeke's feelings. He was stunned. He was frozen. How someone could be so wretch till the point to need to hurt another human because some "social rules", which were so stupid by the way, weren't being followed? He couldn't understand anything. This had been too much. It was luck that he was sat, because if not, he would have fall.
Suddenly another thought cross his mind. Who. Who were those sick people who needed to show their power in this wild way? He tried to refocus his mind again. He knew that at the moment the most important thing was Sharpay. He could tell she was broken, and her sobs were the proof of that. He needed to take care of her first, and then, ask all the questions which went through his mind.
"Hey sweetie, don't cry…you are ok now. I have you. I am here…", was his attempt to help her. Nothing. She was too destroyed and her brain wasn't able to register his words. He tried to lift her chin and she didn't put any resistance. Her body was too tired and numb, that she couldn't put any resistance. It was like she had lost her life. And this only thought brought him tears in his eyes, but he couldn't let them fall. Not now. First things first. Sharpay.
He squeezed her shoulders and brought her body into his frame. The mere contact made her sobs louder, but he didn't mind that. He needed to comfort her. He needed to assure her. "Shar…come on baby. I have you. I am here…", his attempts were futile. It seemed that nothing could stop her tears, so he gave up. He rubbed her back and began to whisper sweet things in her ear didn't waiting any words coming from her mouth. He didn't know how long they had been like this, but he didn't mind. He would had been days, weeks, months, years trying to comfort her if it'd be necessary.
A very low voice broke the silence. "I am afraid". Those words were like stabs for his heart. He could understand her, but he needed to introduce in her head some confidence in herself, in her friends and in him. He needed for her to trust in him.
Zeke tried to find the right words and began to talk. "I know…but nobody is gonna hurt you anymore. I am here, the boys are here, and your sisters too. We eight are like a new circle sweetheart, each one of us protect the others, and I can assure you that I, Jase, Chad and Troy would do anything in our hands to make you feel safe. With us, you are ok. We could talk to…"
"NO!!!". Her body was tensed in a millisecond. She lifted her head and authentic fear could be read in her features. "You can't say anything; you can't talk about it with anybody. I've told you the rules before. No one can know anything about it!!", screamed her while grabbing his shirt with enormous force. He was taken aback. She didn't want help? She'd just explained him that someone hit her and she didn't want to go to her parents, the teachers…nobody? How crazy is that?.
"Shar baby, we must talk with somebody. This can't be left like this. This people can attack you again, and then what? Can't you understand that, in order to be safe, you need to trust in more people?". He was trying to convince her, but he knew that it would be impossible. She was stubborn. A lot. And he knew that he would need help with them, cause he guessed that the four girls were thinking the same.
"I've told you the rules before, and how this was going to work. No questions, no pressure, no talk about it with anybody. Easy as that", said she in a firm voice which surprised him. He looked right into her eyes. He could see determination in them. He knew that, in the meantime, he had to follow those rules…but he knew he needed to talk to the boys. He hoped the other girls also were explaining them their problem. If not, he had to do it. He nodded his head while pushing her body more into his. She let out a breathe they didn't know she was holding. She looked relieved.
However, Zeke was not convinced at all. "Shar baby…I won't say a word, I promise but I need to know who did it. You must tell me their names…please…", his desperation floating with his words; his eyes showed sorrow and pain, but not for him, for her, for this beautiful creature which was broken in his arms.
"No Zeke. I can't say anything…I am sorry", said Sharpay. At first she had been strong, but in the end, her last words were hardly a whisper. Her body began to shake again. He tightened his arms around her in order to calm her a little.
He was having a hard time following this conversation between them; things were too messed up, too much information at once, too much shock, too many emotions; his brain seemed stopped. All the previous events were still sinking in his mind, and slowly, it was processing them. Each second was like a cold shower, another realization, another stab.
"Ok sweetie, don't cry. I won't say anything. I won't pressure you. But I want you to know that you won't leave my side. You are not going to go alone at school. I'll be with you always, except when I must go to another class so this is what's strictly necessary, but if not, in school you won't leave my view. Ok?", he said in a firm voice. If she didn't want for them to look for help, at least he had to make sure that she was safe. He was waiting for a reply, a whine from her, but nothing came, and it relieved him.
"Ok. Thank you so so much Zeke…" was her answer. Her relaxed voice only made him kiss her forehead while never stopping his caresses. Both felt better after that roller-coaster of emotions they had just lived. They were alone in the fire escape, but being simply holding each other in a tight hug was enough for them.
Taylor disentangled herself from their embrace and went to the window of the classroom. She needed a little bit of space and she guessed he needed it too. However, Chad surprised her when she felt another presence right behind her. She didn't know if this was good or bad, and she was afraid to turn her face and obtain her answer.
Suddenly, Chad grabbed her arm and turned her body around. She closed her eyes at the impact. She didn't want to see his face yet. She lowed her head and took deep breathes. Her nerves were attacking her again, and she was fed up with crying. She hadn't realized at the moment she had begun to explain their story that all the emotions she had been feeling those years would came back taunting her. Those feelings had been secured in a box in the bottom of her heart and mind all those years. She had learned to bury her most painful thoughts and memories in order to be able to get up from the bed each day. It had been her defence towards all the attacks: at first, they hurt, and then, she secured them in the distant corner of her mind and heart. It was like she was so used to them that they didn't hurt anymore. Well, this wasn't the exact truth. Each time they had hurt her, but in a weird way, it was as she waited for them during her day. She knew that, in one moment or another, someone would tell her how lowlife she was so…well, same old same old.
She realized how sad that was: she was a person who was used to be bullied.
Chad was waiting for her to lift her head and to open her eyes, but she didn't do anything. His blood was boiling with rage against that crap that called themselves "the popular crew" in their school. He wanted to make sure that she was ok, so this way he could start with his questions. He needed answers from her. Things couldn't be let this way. Not now, not ever. When he understood that she wasn't going to do or say anything, he tried to obtain her attention. "Tay baby, I need for you to look at me now…" he said while caressing her upper arms with his both hands.
"Chad please…", whispered Taylor. He didn't knew if she was aware that now he was going to ask questions, but seeing the way she was refusing to lift her head and look into his eyes he guessed so. He lifted her chin with his right hand, while his left hand never stopped his massage, but she never opened her eyes.
"No Taylor, I need for you to look at me", he said in a firm voice. She couldn't say if he was angry at her or what. She couldn't read his voice. It was firm, and maybe a little cold, but she wasn't sure anymore. Tentatively, she began to lift her eyelids. What she found was a tensed and cold face, but the warmer eyes she had seen in her life. She couldn't understand how one face could show so much at once.
You could see she was scared; her lips were trembling, her eyes were filled with questions, with doubts, with fear, though in Chad's mind she never had been more beautiful. He needed for her to open her heart totally; he needed names, information, answers, but he knew that he had to fight against her fears in order to obtain them. He was willing to do it, he needed to do it. His eyes drew her face from her forehead to her chin; her cheekbones were red because of all the tears she'd been crying until that moment, her eyes were shining with unshed tears, her lips were inviting him, and he couldn't help but leaned in to kiss her, a kiss where he put all his strength, all the need he was feeling inside of him, everything he could in order to make her believe in him. When the need for air became too much, they pulled apart only to rest their foreheads together. She closed her eyes again. He took a deep breath.
"Come on baby…this conversation is not finished, but I am here with you, don't be afraid, I am here. I am not going anywhere. You and me against everything. I have you…", coaxed him. She knew he wasn't able to leave things like this, but she was tired. She couldn't cope anymore. She was exhausted. She started to shiver again, and he put both his arms around her body to keep her warm. She let her nostrils fill with his scent while relaxing her body into his. Taking deep breaths she could calm herself a little.
"Chad please, you knew the rules: no questions, no comments, nothing. Now you know what happened. Forget it", she mumbled from his chest.
"I can't do that, and you know it. I need to know who hurt you baby, I need to know what happened exactly. And I need you to trust in me.", he was nothing but stubborn she thought. The only thing she was able to do was to shake her head from side to side. He sighed. He knew she would put a fight, but he waited that he would be able to change her mind. "If you don't answer my questions, I'll go to every person in this school asking if they saw something. You don't want to give me their names? Fine. But I am sure someone…", he cut himself. She began to shake in a uncontrollable way, she began to sob hard, she began to back away from him. He was taken aback by that.
"You are not going to do anything, are you listening me? You are going to shut your mouth! You are going to drop the subject! You are going to forget everything I've told you! You are going to forget that I exist! If you walk away from here and you start asking questions to random people I swear that you won't see me again!", she was furious. She couldn't believe that he was about to break the rules after everything she had told him, after she had opened her whole heart to him…, and now he was about to betray her. "I can't believe that you were talking about trust just few minutes ago. You've almost fooled me, but I suppose today is my lucky day…have a good life", and with that, she turn her body and began to walk to the door.
Chad was frozen in his spot. He didn't understand anything. What had happened? Once he registered her moves, he was at her side in a beat. He encaged her between him and the door. Her eyes had fire in them, her breaths were heavy. He could tell she was keeping a lot inside of her…and nothing good for him, that was sure. "Baby…".
"Don't call me that! You've started to make me believe in you…but now…go to hell, Chad, go to hell…", and she turned to grab the handle, but when she was about to grab it, Chad grabbed her arm stopping her. She was mad, he could see it, and if not for the watering curtain which covered her eyes, he would be able to see fire in them. "Let me go…I don't want to be here now…with you", she needed her friends. She needed support, and she knew that, like always, she would found it in her sisters.
He was hurt by her words, and his eyes showed it, but he couldn't back out. "No…you and me still have to talk", his voice was cold though in spite of his pain, but she didn't mind. She was as angry as him, but for different reasons. He could see his hurt, but she had been hurt by him too. They were even.
"I have nothing to talk about with you. You have said what you wanted to say, and I've listened. I don't have to listen to you anymore", her voice was cold, but her eyes were given her real feelings away. He didn't know what to do. He needed to convince her, but she had her mind closed. She didn't want to listen to him. She turned her body to grab the handle again. She needed to get out right that moment. He had hurt her enough, and she didn't want to show him how much he had hurt her, she didn't want for him to know her real thoughts, but she knew that the most she was with him, the most she was showing through her actions.
"Taylor, you don't understand that if I am here asking questions is because I care? I can't stand to watch you like this, I need…", but her voice cut him again.
"I don't mind what you need. I need to get out. I need my friends. I need support, no someone yelling at me. I thought you were different, but I suppose I was wrong. You are the same as the bullies. The only difference between you and them, is that they also hit. Are you planning on to do that too or what?", she knew she was saying too much, she knew he didn't deserve those words, but her brain was still furious with him.
Those words hurt Chad's heart. He didn't think he deserved this treat when the only thing he was doing was to care for her, to worry for her, to try to help her. However, her last words had been too much. How dare she to compare him with those bullies? His blood began to boil again. She had crossed the line. "You are fucking crazy Taylor! I am only trying to help you, but you are too stubborn to realize that. Go ahead, and if some people beat you again, I won't mind, I won't do anything. You are looking for that. You want to be alone, well, here, go", a hurt Chad said yelling, opening the door for her and going to a desk where he sat looking at the wall.
She was taken aback. Was he really giving up on her? She looked at the door, she looked at him. He was giving her his back. She couldn't see his face, but she could guess that was a mixture between pain and anger, like hers. Things were too much messed up now. She didn't want to go…she wanted to be with him, but she wanted his support, not his rage. She didn't know what to do.
Those thoughts were invading her mind. Go or stay, go or stay. She couldn't make a decision. Her brain was running a marathon in her head, she had a huge headache. Her vision was blurred. Go or stay, go or stay. She felt her brain and her heart fighting inside of her, it was a furious battle. But suddenly, something made her stop in her tracks, something made her mind to stop. A sob.
She wasn't crying at the moment, and she and Chad were alone in that classroom, so this sob only could mean one thing: Chad was crying. She had never seen him cry, and it was a big shock for her. Tentatively, she began to take little steps in his direction. She needed to be sure that he was crying. This was too big. When she positioned herself behind his back, a weak voice could be sound "Taylor…don't…". He was desperate, and her eyes began to drop tears again. She put one of her hands in his upper arm. He tensed at her touch. She frizzed her hand, but taking a deep breath, she regained her courage and began to caress him in the sweetest way she could. His body began to relax at her massage.
"Chad…", whispered Taylor. Nothing. She tried again. "Chad…", she said in a lower voice. Nothing. She put herself in the middle of his legs and lifted his head with her hand. She didn't see that coming. His eyes were full of tears. In his features you could read his sorrow, his pain. She couldn't help but put his body into hers. Both tightened their arms around each other, and both started to cry hard. Both were trying to find comfort in the other, but both were too broken for that.
Minutes passed by. Neither of them moved. Their arms weren't so tight now, and their sobs were more silent. Neither of them knew what to say. Neither of them wanted to broke their embrace because they feared about what would happen then. Both knew that "sorry" was the best way to start, but it was hard after everything they had said each other moments before. However, Taylor knew that probably she had crossed the line accusing him of being a bully, so she took a deep breath and with a little whisper she said "I am sorry".
He let out a deep sigh and tightened his arms around her while saying his response. They remained embraced while silent tears were dropping from their eyes. Both were aware that they had to talk, but they also knew that this wasn't a topic to talk only the two of them. Their six friends had to be there too, cause this was a problem which affected the entire group, so they tried to forget everything loosing themselves in each other arms searching comfort.
Chad, however, said the last words "I am dropping the subject now, but you know we will talk about it with the others. In the meantime, you are stick with me. Like I've said before, I am not going anywhere, you like it or not". Taylor couldn't help but kiss his chest and put herself more into him.
Gabriella remained silent. She didn't know if to lift her head was a good idea or not, so she decided to not move it from the crock of his neck. She could notice Troy's body tensed; his arms were tightened around her body, his caressed had stopped, his breath was raged. Suddenly she was afraid. Afraid of being there, alone with him. He obviously was mad, but at her? At her bullies? She didn't know.
She tried to pacify him while playing with his little hairs of his neck. She noticed how he shivered at her touch, and then how the muscles of his back were loosing tension. She continued like this in order to calm him down, but she knew that the moment his brain registered everything she'd said, a lot of words would be said.
Troy's brain was replaying what she had said, and each time the only thought of her being in danger was enough to increase the temperature of his blood. His eyes turned dark; it was a very scary vision, though Gabriella couldn't see it. When his brain registered her hands playing with his hair, he couldn't help but shiver and began to relax his sore muscles. Her hands were magical. He could notice she was crying, silent sobs that were more painful than the low ones for him. How someone could beat something so beautiful like her? How she didn't say anything before? Where was him at the moment? Why he wasn't with her? Who are these crazy people who think that to beat someone is something funny? Too many questions. No one answer.
He knew how distraught she was. He could notice her shivers from time to time. And then he realized that he was still frozen in his spot without say or do anything. This thought brought life to his hand again. He began his caresses, and he wanted to be able to talk to her, but he also wanted to say too many things, and he wasn't sure if he would be able to say in the right way or not, so in order to calm himself, he took deep breaths while being still silent.
Gabriella didn't know how long they had been in the same position. Her body was numb at the moment; she almost couldn't feel her legs, her head was throbbing, her eyes were burning. When he started with his deep breaths, she tensioned her muscles. That was it. But nothing came from his mouth. She was curious to know what was in his mind so tentatively, and very slowly, she began to lift her head. When Troy registered her moves, he also lifted his head a little cause it had been resting on her head. When they both locked eyes, however, both breaths stopped. The intensity which they could see in each other eyes talked volumes.
Gabriella never had seen his eyes this dark. Troy never had seen his eyes this eyes so afraid. They remained looking each other but neither of them move nor talk. It was as if they were having a conversation without words. However, both knew that they needed those words. Gabriella didn't want to be the first in open her mouth; she didn't want to get him madder. Troy realized that, and knew that he had to break the silence.
"I don't know if I've understood well or not. Are you saying that some crazy people beat you because you were not following some stupid social rules?", his voice was as cold as the ice, but his eyes were never leaving hers, and she couldn't move them, but she neither could to talk, so she nodded slowly. His eyes closed like he was in pain. "No…baby please…tell me this is a very bad joke…" he said in a whisper.
"I can't…" was her answer resting her head in his shoulder and closing her eyes. She noticed how his arms were more tightened around her waist, and she could guess that part of him was madder than ever, but another part of him wanted nothing more but console her.
"Who?" he said in a cold voice. "Who fucking touched you?". She remained silent. She couldn't give him answers. The agreement with the girls still fresh in her mind.
"Gabriella, tell me who touched you", he demanded again, firmer now.
"I can't…", answered her tired voice. She knew what was coming to her now, a mad Troy was something she hadn't seen before, but she didn't want to witness it. She wanted to be in her bed, in his arms, planning funny things…not talking about those painful things.
"Baby please, you have to tell me who did it…I need answers…I need to kill him", his internal battle was being showed by the way he was talking.
"No. They said we couldn't talk about it with anybody because they would come to us again…", answered her trembling voice.
"I am here, I swear nobody is gonna touch you but please, don't shut me out…" he said while pushing her head out of his neck. She whimpered at the loose of contact with him, and a sob could be listened. He pushed her body more him again. He needed to talk to her, but he needed a calm Gabriella, not a wretched Gabriella. "Baby please…".
Her muffled response came accompanied by a low sob. "I c…c…can't….the…they said that…they were going to…b….b…beat us ag…again if we…if we…talked with s…s…some…somebody…", she said while burying her head more into his hard torso. Seeing her this broken made his blood to boil. He was feeling impotence, he wanted to take her pains away, but he couldn't if she didn't cope.
"But Gabi, baby, I am here…nobody is going to touch you…", he insisted again, only to receive a shake of her head from side to side.
"Damn it Gabriella! Talk to me!!!" he yelled and soon regretted it. Her body had become super tense in a second, and he guessed it was because he had reminded her one of her bullies. "I am sorry, I am sorry…" he tried to assure her. But the damage was done. She got out of his lap and started to run to the door. In a beat he was after her. "Gabi no! Babe come here!". She was too close to the door now; he had to run faster in order to catch her before she went out of the gym.
When she was grabbing the handle, he arrived at her side. He pushed the door closed again and directed his eyes into hers. She was crying, shaking, she was terrified and he cursed under his breath because he was the reason of that. "Where are you going?" he asked in the calmest voice he could muster while she was backing away from him.
She remained silent but still was backing away. He began to take little steps in her direction, and each time he did one, she did another. Soon her back touched the wall, and she couldn't help but look in every direction looking for a escape. When he noticed that, he put his arms near her head, encaging her there. She directed her eyes to the ground, but he lifted her head because he needed for her to look into his eyes.
Gabriella couldn't help but lost herself while looking into his eyes. They had written "I am sorry", and she could notice that he was sincere, but she was afraid. She could never forget that morning. While a thousand thoughts ran through her mind, he never let his eyes to leave her face. He was trying to convince her with his eyes about how with him she was safe, how he needed her confidence in order for her to be safe, how he cared for her. She closed her eyes trying to stop the tears and took deep breathes.
"I don't want to talk about it…", she whispered.
He sighed. He could see where she was coming from, but things were too messed up at the moment. He could see that she was keeping something from him, but if he wanted for her to be able to feel safe with him and trust in him, he knew he couldn't pressure her. "Okay…".
She opened her eyes all of a sudden. Did he really say ok? She couldn't believe it. "What…?".
"I've said ok. We are dropping the subject for now, because when you and me are with the rest of the cast, I'll bring up the topic again. I am sure each of you had explained one of the boys the truth, and we need to think about a plan for you to be safe. I am not going anywhere; I am your new shadow. Screw those stupid social rules. The kings of the school have found their queens, so let the show begin", he said while smirking.
She couldn't help but giggle, and threw her arms around his neck. He was startled because of the intensity of the hug, but returned it nonetheless while rubbing her back. He could notice her body began to relax, so he continued with his caresses while giving her little kisses in her forehead. His eyes were darker again. His brain was working hard.
A plan was starting to form in his head.
Well, what do you think? Too much drama? Too long? Too boring? My head now is throbbing, seriously! Maybe I must to write in a lighter way… :S well, tell me what you think in your reviews!
Thank you so so much!!
Irene xoxo
PS: this fast updates would end after this weekend. I'll update more at least 1 per week, but if I am inspired or I have more time, well, then maybe you'll have more :)