"So when's your birthday?" I turned and looked at Troy for a moment then answered.
"Uh, April 18. When's yours?"
"October 18." we pretty much were silent after that.
A/N: do you see a connection? His half birthday is her birthday and her half birthday is his birthday. ;)
When we got to the restaurant-which happened to be Denny's- we got talking again after we ordered.
"So how did you start group?" I put my glass down and looked at him a while. As if trying to see if I could trust him. All signs point to yes.
"Taylor suggested it. How'd you?"
"My mom." We sat in silence but a comfortable one. Then Troy spoke again.
"You know what I hate the most?"
"what?"
"Did you know my dad is bipolar?"
"No. I mean he did have mood swings. But I always figured it was from coaching-"
"He left because it got out of control. He started pushing players and throwing things. Making us do drills to the point it was like abuse."
"I-I didn't know."
"No one did really. I didn't even know. But you know what sucks the most?"
"What?"
"All of us have it. I mean we're his off-spring so it's only natural at least we don't have it as bad."
"We?"
"I have two older siblings and a younger sister."
"Oh I didn't know any of that."
"Not many do…..I mean we have to take pills and crap. I hate it, Moms in the middle of divorce papers. She's already moved out left us with him."
"What's your sisters name?"
"Tiffany."
"Tiffany Bolton. That's pretty." He smiled a little and that made me feel happier for some reason.
"What- what are your other siblings names?"
"Uh see there is a T theme in our family. Trevor, Talia, me, and little Tiffany."
"Talia is so pretty."
"Yea my mom was like obsessed with the name. My dad wanted to name her Tuesday or Tessa or something."
"No Talia is perfect."
"Yea. But when the divorce is over my moms going to London."
"Why?"
"To be with her boyfriend. So we're going to move in with Talia and her fiancé."
"Oh will you still be at East High?" I hate the urgency in my voice. And the fact that my heart is beating a thousand times.
"Yea."
"Thank-god." I whispered to myself.
"Why would you miss me?" He gave me that cheeky smile that makes me melt. I shook my head vigorously. But obviously I was lying.
"ok whatever you say Montez."
"What happened to Brie?"
"Oh I like to switch things up a bit. You know keep you on your toes." He gave me a wink and got up to go to the bathroom.
The waitress came by and put our food down.
"Is he your boyfriend?" I blushed a little but fought it down a bit.
"Oh no."
"Oh cause you guys seem like one…"
"Me and Troy? Oh no."
"Sweetie I've seen a plenty of guys come in here with girls. The way he looked at you made me wish I was 17 again."
"Umm thank you?"
"Oh I'm sorry honey I don't mean to intrude I just wanted to know that's all. Enjoy your meal." I smiled at her while she walked away.
Did me and Troy really act like a couple? I mean it's likely but not at the same time. Troy is this super hot jock. I'm this popular dork. The math isn't right. I mean opposites attract right and we are kind of different. Ugh I wish he would just tell me if he likes me or not. Then maybe I wouldn't be sitting here analyzing our relationship because of what a middle aged waitress said.
"Hey," I looked up and saw Troy smirking at me. That smirk he never does to anyone else. Trust me I've been watching, not in the stalkerish way. More in the observing way.
"Hi,"
"Did you miss me?"
"Ye-no not really. Hardly noticed you left." nice one Montez.
"Right. So your turn." He looked at me while pouring ketchup for his fries.
"My turn for what?"
"To tell me your sob story."
"Oh right." I paused and ate a few fries. Hoping he forgot completely about asking me the
Question at all. OF course he has a better memory than most guys who I've been on dates with. I mean not that this is a date I'm just saying.
He reached out and grab my preventing me from grabbing another fry. My eyes instantly shoot up to his. Have I mentioned that his eyes make me go crazy. I seriously can't function when looking at them. I get nervous about little things like my hair and is my mascara clumping. I mean really dumb things to think about. But it's like he knows what he's doing and gets pleasure. Since after our eyes connect a smirk comes to his lips. I think I'll die right here thank you.
"Intermission has lasted long enough. Time for your story." his voice is so sexy you won't believe. I mean it's like this sex god is trying to turn you on or something of the sort. I don't know how to describe it I mean it's husky like. But soft very soft. And gentle that's key and so so sexy have I mention that?
"Uh my dad died like 2 years or so ago. My mom has blamed me ever since. She got drunk a lot is an understatement. I think I've only seen her sober twice. That's actually really sad. I guess when she started getting abusive I really thought it was my fault. I wanted more abuse than I was getting. So I tried like everything and settled on cutting. Taylor told me about group and I gave it a shot. The instructor gave me these rubber bands he said to put it on my wrist and pop yourself whenever you find the urge to cut. It'll help. Of course I had to move to your group when it was getting harder to get to the other one so yea. There's my sob story." I looked up at him and he looked at me. I looked away embarrassed and just finished our food and left.
guys i know i promised two chapters. but i didn't get many reviews sorrry. but seriously reviews would make me very happy. so if you have ideas of what gabriella and troy should do next tell me! cause seriously i have no idea. so writers block. lol. i love you guys who reviewed. zoe xoxo
