CHAPTER SEVEN
"Grudges"
Disclaimer: Alright, ready? Let's go through this ONCE AGAIN. I, Briana G. Balko, does NOT in anyway own Hannah Montana or any other Disney rights. I own this story, this plot, a few of the characters, and any songs sung by Holly Fontana. AMEN! Okay, let's get on with chapter SEVEN! yay!
Other Info: Sorry about the shortess. I just wanted to ask, why haven't I gotten any other reviews? I was checking my stats, and I have 1059 hits, and only 16 reviews! Im seriously going to shut down this story if people don't start reviewing. Well, anyway here's chapter 7.
"Grudges"
Candi's P.O.V.
Oh, shit.
I closed my eyes. I didn't want to see him. Not right now. But, despite my instincts, I turned around.
"Oliver." I shifted my weight.
"What are you doing here? It's almost dark." He walked closer to me. My eyes chased his. I couldn't decide whether to look in his left eye, or his right. He was so much taller than me. His chin came up to the top of my head. Yep, im that short. Just like my mom...unfortunately.
"I was just walking around, what are you doing here?" I asked him, one eye closed.
"Trying to get in shape for football," He answered.
I looked puzzled.
"Jogging." He retorted.
Now I got it.
"Do you need me to walk you home?" He smiled. I smiled too, then looked around. I looked down, then tucked my hair behind my ear.
"No, thanks." I replied, still looking down.
"Well, at least let me walk with you." He offered politely.
I looked up at him, at first, my eyes were closed, then I opened them, and looked him in the eye. "Why would I let you do that?" I asked him softly. He rolled his eyes. He knew what I was thinking about. He knew.
"Are you still mad about that?" He asked me. "Girl, you are the only chick I know who can carry a grudge that long." He joked.
I rolled my eyes. "Don't call me a chick." And with my pockets still in my hoodie-sweater, I walked passed him, and began to run away, behind him. He turned around, and followed me. He grabbed me by the arm, and caused me to swerve, and turn to face him. My long, straight brownish-blackish hair swifted against my shoulders.
"What do you want from me?!" He yelled. I felt like crying, but I only yelled, too. "I want you to let go of my shoulder! You're bruising the bruises!" I jerked my arm away. "Bruises?" He asked me.
"Just forget about it." I replied, calmly. Surprisingly.
"Candi, everything I did was an accident. I have screwed up so many times before, you wouldn't believe it. Trust me, you of all people should know, but, that's not the issue. What I want to know is...how do you feel about us? And...how do you feel about me?" He looked at me. I had went from cracked inside, to broken inside. I felt like that Avril Lavigne song, "Nobody's Home". I walked closer to him. I knew what I had to do. I knew what I wanted to do, and I knew what I was gonna do. So, I walked right up to him.
"You really wanna know how I feel about us, and you?" I asked him, one eye flinched, and my stomach basically pressed against his ribs.
He nodded his head.
I nodded, and smiled. Then, as soon, as I stopped smiling, WHAM! I slapped him HARD, clear across his face. Getting every inch of his cheek red. He grabbed his cheek in pain, then I ran away from him. Like I said, I didn't want to talk to him, let alone see him. So I ran...without ever looking back.
