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Chapter 10! :D shout out to 2pinkstar and 7blackberry for the idea for this chapter.
disclaimer: yes, I own HSM like I own Zac Efron-he's tied up in my closet right now! HA-HA! (I wish; except for the tied up part) but, sadly I do not own neither of them.
You're Deaf; I'm Mute
~Chapter 10~
No one's POV
Jack Bolton stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, before walking out of the steamy bathroom, he stopped at the fogged up mirror. Wiping off the steam that had settled, he looked at his reflection; he frowned at what he saw. He saw the same man, but different looking; he had darks circles and bags under and around his eyes, his eyes traveled down to his neck and he gazed at marks along his collarbone. Lovebites; they were a stark contrast from the pale-tan skin which encircled them. He let out a deep sigh.
He felt bad about what he was doing, but it...it just happened. He was getting coffee at the local coffee shop here in Cheyenne-hey, if he was here on business, he might as well live like a local. Of course, when he met Cecile Johnson he didn't think that he and her would do the unthinkable. He's married and she was just recently divorced. "Baby? You okay, you've been in there for five minutes longer than usual..." she called through the bathroom door-inhaling the scent of his cologne through every crack. (A/N: creepy...) Jack turned away from the mirror and his reflection and said, "Yeah, babe, I'm fine...breakfast ready? I have a meeting today..." his voice trailed off at the moment-maybe she didn't notice; he hoped.
"Yeah, breakfast is ready...you okay?" Damn, she noticed. That is what he loved about her, she never skipped a beat-in more ways than one- and Giselle..well, if the world was under seige by aliens, she wouldn't notice until after it happened. Yeah. Jack gripped the towel firmly and went to open the door; meeting the pale, albino face of Cecile-who was smiling ear to ear and her emerald eyes were shining brightly even in the dim light of the small Wyoming apartment. Jack couldn't help but stare.
Cecile had a voluptuous figure and legs that went on forever. Her smooth skin was silk against his, and her long raven hair was in its natural waviness as it cascaded down his spine. "What?" she asked, feeling suddenly shy as she looked down to hide the blush behind her black bangs. He chuckled heartily and moved his hand to cup her face; staring in to her eyes as his blue ones met her green. "I was just thinking that I've never seen you look more beautiful"-shot through the heart, he had said the same thing to Giselle when he met her. "...and I can't help but feel lucky to have you with me right now." Another shot to the heart.
Cecile giggled lightly as she wrapped her skinny arms around his muscular neck and kissed him lightly- but passionately- on the lips. Her lips were warm and soft. Like, his ex-wife. But, there was just something different about Cecile...he couldn't figure it out...there was just something different about her. "I love you Jacky..." she said, her words muffled by his lips against hers and his arms snaked around her waist and pulled her tight into his chest while she traced small designs on his shoulders-making him moan and her giggle at the deep throaty sound. "I'll go get you breakfast, then off you go to your meeting...I love you..." she whispered into his lips as they departed from hers. He mentally groaned as they pulled away from each other and went to opposite ends of the apartment. Jack to get dressed and Cecile to get breakfast.
Troy's POV
Okay, that was just plain freaky. Watching Gabriella go mad like that; it was like she was some kind of animal. When I tried to intervene and pull her away, she just hung on tighter. I have never seen her-or anybody-like that; and it couldn't have been more attractive. Wait, pat pat. Okay, no bulge below the waist, I'm all good.
Her brother-or so I guess- went down when she started kicking...and biting. Yeah, something tells me she has one hell of a temper. I couldn't help but stand there in shock as she continued beating on him. I knew I should do something, but I couldn't find my legs to actually move.
Gabriella's POV
I kicked and I kicked until I could no longer muster up enough inertia to kick any longer. Lucas was clawing at my arms to try to get me to let go; I was so close to doing so...I actually thought my arms would rip out the sockets if I don't let go-and his long nails were digging so deep into my arm that I knew they were going to leave red scratches down my wrists. "Let go!" '..go!' my fingers began to lose their grip and I was slipping from his back.
It had started to rain and the lightening and thunder clapped loudly as if they were onlookers for an opera and were cheering on a good show.
Troy's POV
She began slipping, this I knew I had to intervene. He could kill her the minute she landed on the hard ground. I mustered up the strength my legs had long forgotten and ran to their battle. My fingers gripped her arms gently but firmly and I pulled at them; it took- well, not that great of- effort to pull her off. She put up a little fight, she kicked and hit me like I was trying to hurt her. Understandable, but inexcusable.
No one's POV
Troy gripped Gabriella tightly as she kicked and punched at his chest. Lucas laid on the ground, catching his breath; he had expected to Troy to fight, but he didn't expect Gabriella. He had to hand it to her, she put up a good fight, but that didn't mean that he liked anymore than he did now. He brought his hand to his ear where he felt her bite him hard. Sure enough, there were teeth marks and scratches on his neck. His legs hurt like hell and he didn't think that he could move.
Gabriella swung her arms wildly, Troy dodged most of her blows-it was as if she blind and she couldn't see. Tears burned her eyes as her shoulders began to shake and sobs left her throat; she stopped soon and stood still and let Troy wrap his arms around her small frame. He rubbed his hand up and down her back while she she just cried. The moment was thick that they didn't notice a conscious Lucas get up from the ground and reach his hand to grab Troy and throw him off and making him land on the concrete with a sickening crack of the skull. "You are going to pay for that bitch..." he said just as thunder clapped loudly over head, he grabbed Gabriella roughly by the throat and squeezed tightly. Gabriella clawed at his hand, and even dug her nails in-if she made an impact, then he didn't show it.
Troy caught his fall with the palm of his hands-wincing as the sharp rocks cut through his skin. He pushed his doubled over body erect and shoved his right foot and immediately went after Lucas. Grabbing him by the throat and screaming into his face; Lucas struggled but Troy would not let go. Still holding Lucas, Troy turned to Gabriella and nodded his head toward the direction of his house. At first, Gabriella just stood there, but when Troy nodded again and shoved her lightly to get her moving, she stumbled as she started to run. Letting the harsh window slap against her face and the lightening rattle every nerve that's in her body. She couldn't shake off the worry that Troy was fighting Lucas-her psychopathic brother- who used to lift weights and was on many football teams. Yeah, some might say he was royally screwed. No, she thought. Troy will beat him...he will.With out looking back she kept running.
Chad's POV
I couldn't quite grasp it. When Troy called, why did I hear his voice? Did he get his voice back or something?-ooh, cookie. And it's chocolate chip. My favorite, thank you Mrs. Bolton for the cookies. Although I have a feeling they aren't for me. While munching on a creamy chocolaty cookie I walked around the house of my best friend. I hadn't seen him in a couple years-well, I've seen him, but I haven't hung out with him. And would love to kick his ass at a little one on one. I chuckled at the thought, but I was brought out of my reverie when I heard the doorbell frantically ring. It couldn't be Troy, I mean, why would he ring his own doorbell?
I walked over to the door with half a cookie in my mouth and a new one in my left hand. I opened the door and was shocked to see the new girl from school standing on the porch soaking wet and scratched up and bruised. My gut wrenched.
She looked at me in confusion, probably wondering what I was doing here. Yeah, that's it. I signed, (hey, it's not hard to figure out she's deaf; I'm just an ass sometimes) 'what?' She shivered violently and shook her head at me. I stepped aside and made a gesture for her to enter. She was hesitant to enter, but she did. She looked like the living dead. I shut the door behind her and walked her over to the couch where the blanket was; she sat down and looked down at the floor; rubbing the goosebumps off her arms. I grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped around her shoulders. 'you okay?' I signed. She looked up at me and let out a breath, she remained quiet. I don't blame her. I was an ass to her. Hey, at least I admit it, unlike the football players at East High. 'that's okay,,,you don't need to tell me...' I signed, while walking back to the kitchen. There's a bowl of potato salad with my name on it.
That's when I heard it. A very faint, very distorted, voice said-breaking the heavy silence- "Thank...you..."
No one's POV
Carlos Montez (A/N: or what ever I named her dad, I can't remember :( ) paced every where in his house. He was on alert. He couldn't sit down, he was too antsy and jittery. The phone rested in his hand, having called the police forty-five minutes ago, he waited until he heard the loud sound of sirens down the street. Breathing out a sigh of relief, he threw the phone onto the couch when he ran out to the living room and out the front door, where already three police cars were piled and jammed in the driveway and four officers were jumping out of the doors and reaching the guns in the hoisters that were settled on their hips.