CHAPTER 7
Thanks to all the support from everyone. Just a quick update to settle things out, like they should be. So yeah. I hope you'll enjoy and that you'll review.
Thanks for everything.
Take care. God Bless…
My day started as I wanted it to end. That was all I wanted since I made a step into the ground of East High that morning.
Now was the Second day of detention.
Our teacher had just walked out of the room, she just wanted to check that we both where here for the time of our punishment. We were allowed to bring whatever we wanted to occupy ourselves, but we also had as an assignment, to do an essay on how this detention session helped to know one another. Apparently it would count for 15% of our grade, out of the assignment she had gotten the whole class to do.
So there I sat with my laptop on the table. Troy sat across the room, his ipod in his ear as he nodded with the rhythm.
I sighed once more, as I had at least ten times, since I sat here 15 minutes ago.
This kid was seriously going to be death when he would get older, if he wasn't now already.
''HEY! TROY!'' I exclaimed.
I couldn't tell if he chose not to hear me or if it was true.
I stood up and walked to his desk. He started at me when I stopped in front of him.
I looked down at the device on the table and pressed my finger on the play/ pause button.
''What the-?''
''Please, not cursing language around me Bolton. Your music is first of all too loud, and non pleasant. You are not helping in my work.''
''Do you ever stop working?''
''Do you ever stop being a jerk?''
He stopped dead. '' You know a lot of girls would just pay like two hundred to be in your place.''
''Well that's just sad. I would pay way more if you could just disappear from my sight.''
''What have I done to you Gabriella, for you to feel such hate towards me and the wildcats?''
I narrowed my eyes at him and I felt my eye browns lift at this. ''Are you too stupid and blind to see that, you and you team have been extremely mean to all of us, that you so happily call nerds.''
''That's the game of High School. You got to deal with it.''
''Well then, deal with me hating you for the rest of my life.''
With that I walked back to my seat and started typing again. I was too prepare a little story about how last years of high school were. What was happening, what was to be expected and stuff, for the paper. The masquerade ball was coming up, I think. I don't know. I don't really care about those things; therefore I don't feel the necessity to spend my precious time talking about that stuff.
I heard a thud. About 2 seconds later another one. I glanced left. I reached out and ripped a sheet from my notebook, and cupped it into a ball before launching it at him, hitting him right where I wanted.
''Hey!'' he exclaimed as he looked at me.
''Just behave yourself. It's the first time I'm doing this. You could at least pretend to just be the nice guy that you're not for just thirty minutes.''
''Yeah, whatever.''
He turned in his seat, to stare at me, before getting up and walking towards me, he pulled a chair and sat right behind me.
''What are you working on?''
''An article for the paper.''
I felt him nodding. ''Cool. Want help?''
I thought about it a second. I had no experience in writing articles, as much as I loved to. I was only in charge of taking pictures for who ever wanted. I shrugged.
''Can I see what you've written so far?''
I scrolled the page up and he read. He was close. A little bit too close. I could feel his breath in my neck.
''Yeah, okay but that's too short, and just a bunch of things for nothing. Some of the parts are just irrelevant.''
I was going to throw a comeback but I revised myself because I knew that for once he knew more about me.
''What do you suggest?''
''Here, screw over.''
I did as I was told, and he launched on the internet, trying to find information's on traditions in high school.
Together we worked at this and the next thing I knew, I was already getting out of my detention session, with a full article written.
I had said thank you once. But not more than that even if he deserved it. I wasn't going to let the battle to Troy Bolton.
That boy had too much ego already and so, me telling him that it was great just being with him, and helping me out would be a mere sign of defeat from the war that was going on.
''Gaby?''
''Yes mom, you can enter.''
My mom opened the door and I looked up from my study book.
''What' cha' studying?''
''Science.''
She smiled and sat on my bed.
''How was your day?'' I asked, already knowing the answer of my question.
''The same. Lots and lots of work you know… How about you?''
''Same.'' I didn't want to get into any details, if so, I would have to talk to her about Troy, which was the last thing I wanted to do, as I didn't want myself to go down fall once more.
''Hum. Gaby, it might me a little too soon for you to know this, but I just wanted to tell you that in a few days, my company is setting me away, for another dreaded business trip, so you'll be home by yourself for like three or four days.''
I nodded. She was right. Those were dreaded times. Even if I had prepared myself for eventual situations, I couldn't help but wonder what I would become on my own with my state.
''You'll be fine baby.'' It's like she was reading in my thoughts.
''I hope I will be.'' I muttered under my breath.
''Hey! I've got an idea! Maybe you can invite the girls to sleep here with you. I mean, they have never come here before. You can have them come before I leave or something. It will be like new Thursday, so you will have the whole weekend with them, before I come back on Monday. That would be fun right?''
I nodded. She was right.
''That wouldn't be a bad idea. Actually that could be just awesome.'' I looked over at her. ''Mom, can I get a car, someday?''
''You are turning 18 in a few weeks right?''
I knew she knew the answer, so I just nodded.
''We'll see.'' She smiled cookly at me. ''How is your paper work going?''
''Great. I've had less thing to take pictures off thought. And our English teacher, that is in charge, gave me a new job, as to write an article on high school traditions, and on how the balls were coming up and stuff.''
''Oh! Cool. I've got to look for my camera then. Your first real ball as a high schooled.''
''Who said I was going?''
My mom raised eyebrows. ''Are you seriously telling me that you don't plan on going to balls? Are you insane?''
I laughed a little.
''We'll see.''
My heart was just not as to party. December, was coming up and that was when the ball was held. That month would remind me of the first Christmas spent without my bother and dad, but also my birthday and his that I had planned on passing at the cemetery.
I know that this chapter was rather short, but I promise that the next update is too come soon, plus, I was making a though choice between having this written as the 7th or 8th chapter. It's only at the end that I totally changed my mind, making this the 7th.
I hope you enjoyed it well and that you'll appreciate further updates.
