Let's just pretend
Chapter Ten
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**2 weeks later**
I stormed inside the house and I ran up to my room crying my eyes out; I couldn't believe what had just happened. Everything in my life was just fine and then I had to go and mess it up!
"Gabriella?" I heard my nana yell from downstairs, worry in her voice, but I couldn't care less about that.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" I yelled before slamming the door behind me and throwing myself to my bed, covering my face with my pillow.
It was getting harder for me to breathe as I started choking in my own tears. I couldn't help but think that I did the wrong thing… even if I knew that it was the right one. I couldn't let him make the worst mistake of his life, I simply couldn't…
…Even if that meant my own misery…
My mind trailed off to this afternoon and I couldn't help but feel my heart ache.
…
**Earlier that afternoon**
I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand as I just finished placing the last bag of chicken food inside the chicken coop. I took out the scissors from my back pocket and cut opened the bag before picking it up again in my arms and pouring the seeds inside the food container. I sighed after putting it, for a second time, down and groaned when a bunch of chickens swarmed around my feet, trying to get to the food.
"OW!" I complained when I felt something peck my ankle. I looked down and found one of the new chickens trying to get out a seed that got stuck inside my shoe. I rolled my eyes and bent down and took out the seed, hanging it to the chicken.
"I think I just got you a name, girl. Do you like Disturbed Hungry chicken?" the hen just tilted it's head at a side before fluttering around like crazy when it got pushed by, who I believed it was Kentucky.
I shook my head before standing back up and jumping away without stepping on any of the white and brown feathery creatures. Crazy chickens.
I walked out of the chicken coop, but not before locking the door like every other afternoon. I sighed. I was finally done with the farm chores. Nana had gone to the market that morning since some of the crops got ruined with the heavy rain a couple of weeks ago. She tried to rescue some of them, but the plants were really damaged, so we have to start all over again; hopefully the crops will grow back up in time before fall begins.
I walked back to my nana's house and entered the kitchen, but didn't stop to grab anything to eat; I was meeting Troy in half an hour at his place and I needed to take a shower, I stink like hell! What do expect after cleaning up horse and cow shit all day long? And let's not mention that the pigs pushed me down in the mud after swarming over the food; seriously, are animals always that hungry?
After taking a shower, which for first time I was glad that it was cold, I needed a good refresh, I walked into my room and chose a pair of tight jeans and a lemon green, polo shirt with my green tennis shoes. I dressed quickly and then I combed my damp hair into a high ponytail and tided a white ribbon around it. I put up some eyeliner and mascara before I applied some peach colored lip gloss.
I sighed as I ran downstairs and grabbed one of the post-its that were lying next to the phone and wrote a small note to my nana.
Went to Troy's, I'll be back around 10. Love you.
Xoxo Ella
I posted it on top of the phone and grabbed my red jacket from the entrance closet before heading out.
The wind was blowing, hitting me lightly on the face, but I couldn't complain since the air was warm; it actually felt nice. I grabbed my bike and then I made my way to the Bolton's farm. I had no idea what Troy was planning, he just told me to meet him at his house around six.
Once I turned right and into their driveway, I saw Troy waiting there for me in his front porch. A smile appeared on his face as soon as he saw me turning around the corner, and I couldn't help but imitate him; it was just so good to see him after a week of hard work for the both of us. We hadn't had any time together since a few days after the week of the storm where he stayed at my house.
I got off my bike and he ran directly to greet me. I squealed and giggled when he swiped me off my feet and spun me around.
"You have no idea how much I missed my little Brie" he said as he placed me down. I smiled up at him and smirked while raising my eyebrows.
"Are you calling me short?"
He smirked and nodded "Yeah, pretty much…"
I rolled my eyes "Well you're not exactly a giant, plus don't exaggerate, it's only been like 6 days…"
He smiled and shrugged "Too long. Are you going to say that you didn't miss me?"
I simply had to smile about that and hug him again "Of course I missed you"
He kissed my hair "That's very good to hear"
"Hey lovebirds! Are you coming inside for dinner?" I heard Mr. Bolton say from his front porch, making us pull apart and look at him. Troy smiled down at me and he took my hand, bringing me inside the house.
**zv**
"Dinner was delightful, Mrs. Bolt-"she gave me a stern look. I giggled "Sorry, Lucille"
"That's better. C'mon Gabby, it has been more than a month already, you shouldn't feel like a stranger in this house" she smiled "Plus thank you, I'm glad you liked the lasagna…"
I smiled "Do you need any help in the kitchen?" I said as I stood up.
"Oh no Gabby, I can handle it…" she smiled sweetly at me as she kept picking up the dishes from the table.
I stood up "Please, I insist…" I glared down at Troy who wasn't making an attempt to help his mother "It doesn't look like you get much help around here…"
"What?" Troy shrugged and smirked up at me.
Lucille giggled "True. Well in that case… I would really appreciate your help, dear…"
I smiled at her as I helped cleaning up the table as the guys stood up and went to the living room. I sighed; if I ever marry Troy Bolton, I'll make sure to make him help around in the house, that lazy ass!
I placed the plates inside the sink and turned on the hot water. Lucille stood besides me and we began cleaning up in silence. I heard her sigh and I turned to her worried.
"Are you okay, Lucille?" I asked.
She turned to me with a sad smile "I'm fine, sweetie. It's just… it's really nice to have some help once in a while" She looked back down to the dishes "I forgot how nice it was to have another girl in the house besides myself…"
"You miss her a lot, don't you…?"
She sighed "You have no idea" she turned to look at me again with sad eyes "It's very hard to lose a child, Gabriella."
"I can imagine…" I sighed "My father died when I was two years old… so I can't really say that I know how it feels to lose someone; I barely remember him…"
Lucille nodded as she placed the dishes in the plate rack "I'm sure that wherever he is… he's watching over you" she smiled at me.
"Yeah… I know" I smiled back at her "Sometimes I ask myself what would've happened if he was still alive… but… I'm a huge believer that things happen for a reason"
"Me too" she smiled "And I can't help but be thankful that I still have my little boy and my husband"
"I couldn't agree with you more"
She sighed "But I'm going to miss my Troy a lot when he's off to collage…"
I smiled sympathetically at her "I'm sure he's going to miss you too…"
She laughed sarcastically "Are you crazy Gabby? He won't even remember to call me, having you around…"
"Oh Lucy, don't say that. He's a mama's boy." I smirked at her "And I'll make sure he does"
She giggled "Thank you, Gabby"
"No problem. It's my job as a girlfriend…" I shrugged.
She shook her head "No. Your job as a girlfriend is to keep him happy. And let me tell you that you're doing one good hell of a job" she sighed "I've never seen his smile this big since Jane died… I'm very glad he found you."
I blushed "I think it's the other way around…"
She smiled and nudged me lightly "You really care for him, don't you?"
I nodded "More than you could imagine. I couldn't live with myself if I ever hurt him in any way…"
We finished doing the dishes in silence. When I was drying my hand off with a towel, Lucille hugged me randomly. I giggled.
"Thank you very much, Gabby" she sighed as she held me tighter.
I frowned confused as I hugged her back "For what, Lucy?"
She sniffled "For being there for Troy"
"Lucy, don't cry" I half whined as I hugged her tighter "You're going to make me cry!"
She pulled back giggling and wiping her tears with her hands "Please don't. Troy will murder me if he sees you crying…"
I laughed as I handed her a napkin "Well he's going to murder me if you keep crying!"
"What's going on in here?" I immediately recognized Troy's voice and both Lucille and I froze in our places.
"Oh nothing honey" she sniffled and wiped her tears with the napkin.
He raised his eyebrows "Really? Then why are you crying and why is Gabriella near tears?" Crap. He noticed.
"Well son, there's a time in a woman's age that she stops having her period and well-"
"Ew! I got it, thank you mom!"
"Yeah, and I'm in my days…" I nodded.
Troy shook his head "Women…" he turned back around and left the kitchen.
"Hormones. Always a good excuse" I sighed, making Lucille laugh.
**zv**
"It's a pretty beautiful night"
I was leaning against Troy's window's frame watching the stars from his room. I placed my hand upon my cheek and sighed happily, I loved nights like this where you can see every single star in the sky. I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist from behind and a pair of lips kissing my temple.
"Not as beautiful as you, though…" I turned my head to him and found him smirking.
I raised my eyebrows at him "Seriously? Don't you know that corny comments lose their effect after the first weeks of relationship?"
He shrugged "Who cares, really?"
I laughed and turned around in his arms completely to face him and then I wrapped my arms around his neck. You know that said: 'the eyes are the windows to the soul'? Well, when I stare into his blue eyes, that's exactly what I see. Corny or not, that's the way it is.
"I love your eyes…"
He smiled "I know, you've said it many times. I love yours too"
"But… mine are boring brown. Yours are… shocking blue!" I smiled, blushing a little. He laughed.
**"Well your boring brown eyes are beautiful to me…" he said softly and leaned down to kiss my lips. If you believe that by now I should be used to the freaking butterflies fluttering around like a freaking swarm of bees in my stomach, well… you're completely wrong, though I completely love the feeling of his plump lips against mine, even if right now they're kind of dry. I couldn't care less, I could always moist them with mine; and that's exactly what I did. I bit his lower lip lightly and passed my tongue slowly over it before sucking it lightly; I guess he liked that, since he pulled me closer to his chest and passed one of his hands from my lower back to the back of my neck. He suddenly turned the slow and sweet kiss into a quicker and more passionate one; he bit my lower lip harshly, making me gasp in shock and open my mouth…and without previous warning he shoved his tongue inside my mouth. I don't know from where it came from, but a moan escaped my mouth when his tongue gently licked over my own tongue and my teeth. Oh God, this was my first French kiss. He pushed me harder against the window, his lips harshly and passionately moving with mine. I was loving the feeling he was giving me, though I couldn't understand how a simple little, sweet kiss turned into me wanting to feel more than just his lips moving against mine and his fingers lightly tugging my hair; I wanted more.
He seemed to read my mind; the hand that was tangling in my hair, traveled back down slowly to the back of my neck, my back, my ass and finally landing on the back of my knee, pulling my leg up so I would wrap it around his waist…
…though… I still wanted more…
I placed my leg back down and placed my hands lightly over his chest, pushing him back lightly, without breaking the kiss. I pulled back once only so I could push him hardly over the bed, then I climbed back down on top of him, straddling him. I pushed my ponytail to one side before covering his smirk with my lips over again. My time on top didn't last long, and it didn't surprise me, he's always liked to be the one in control; he pushed me to aside only so he could crawl on top of me, I didn't complain, I liked when he tried to be on control. He kissed down my neck with open mouthed kisses as his hands slowly started tugging the edge of my shirt; that's when my senses kicked back in and I held his wrists to stop. He looked back up at me and before he could say anything, there was a light knock on the door.**
"Kids?" I heard Lucille call from behind the door. Troy looked back down and we both stared at each other with wide eyes.
"Y-yes mom?" Troy answered quickly and got off of me, placing a cushion over his… man area. I looked at him and couldn't help but giggle; did I just turn him on?
Lucille opened the door "What are you guys doing?" she raised her eyebrows suspiciously. I sat up straight and crossed my legs, Indian style.
"We're just chatting, why?" Troy asked, smiling nervously.
She narrowed her eyes at us "Riiight"
"Really!" Troy exclaimed "What else would we be doing? Don't be such a pervert, mother…"
I covered my mouth and tried holding back my laughter.
"Do not talk to me like that, Troy Alexander Bolton!" she scolded "I'm your mother…"
He rolled his eyes "Sorry. So what's up?"
She sighed and smiled at me sweetly "I made strawberries with cream; I thought Gabby would like some…"
"Sure!" I said smiling.
"We'll be right down…" Troy said; I think he was still slightly annoyed.
She nodded "Alright. Don't take too long…" she smiled at me once before closing the door behind her. Both Troy and I sighed relieved.
"That was close…" I said blushing. Oh God, I can't believe I just did that with Troy! Hormones. Ain't that a bitch?
He chuckled lightly and rubbed the back of his neck "Yeah, hell close…"
I sighed and stood up "Well we better get downstairs before your mom gets any more suspicious"
Troy blushed "Gabby… I think it's easier for you to hide that you're kind of horny" he said as he looked down to the cushion that was covering his… manhood. I laughed.
"True" I agreed.
He sighed and stood up still covering with the cushion "I'm going to the bathroom… to take a cold shower or something…"
I smirked "Take your time… I'll wait for you"
He blushed harder "Okay, thank you…" he walked past me and when he was about to open the door, an idea plopped in my head.
"Troy, wait..." I said. He turned to me with a confused expression as I approached him. I grabbed the collar of his neck and pushed him against the door, placing my lips roughly against his. I pulled back and put on a grin.
"I'll miss you" I tried saying with a sexy voice as I let go of his shirt and took a step back.
"Don't do this to me!" He groaned. I held back my laughter as I winked my eye at him. He groaned again and quickly left the room. I laughed. I hadn't realized how much fun it was to tease someone like that.
I kept laughing as I walked back to his bed and laid on it. I sighed as I turned to my side and suddenly something caught my eye. I frowned as I sat back up and grabbed the trashcan that was lying besides his bed. I slid my hand inside it and pulled out a white envelope that said 'Stanford University' and Troy's name and address on it. I gasped. Could it… is it… how…what?
I opened the envelope and took out the letter.
Dear Mr. Troy Bolton,
We would like to congratulate you. You've been accepted in Stanford University. We surely need people like you. (A/N: I'm not really sure how University letters are like. I'm still in High School and I'm a junior… and in Mexico we get the results from the internet XD)
I wasn't able to read any further, what I needed was written in the first sentence, anyway. I sighed and suddenly a feeling of sadness overwhelmed me. How come he didn't tell me about this before? Why was he giving up STANFORD for U of A? Why was he giving up one of the best schools in USA for… me?
I felt like crying.
I couldn't help but feel that this was my entire fault.
I looked back at the letter and read the first sentence all over again. The questions kept on coming into my brain. How could he do something as stupid as this? How could he ignore such an opportunity like this one? Didn't he know that he was about to ruin his whole future over a stupid girl like me?
No…
I couldn't let this happen. I care too much for him to let him throw away his future over me. I'm not worth it. I won't allow it. Even if that means…
…
To break up with him…
I sighed. My heart ached just by pure thought of it… but I had to be strong and brave enough if I wanted to save him from such a stupid decision as giving up Stanford over me.
Five minutes later, I heard the door open and close behind me, but I didn't turn around.
"All set and done" he said "Ready to go downstairs?"
I didn't answer him. How was I supposed to do this? How was I supposed to convince him to give up on me? He knows I care a lot about him… I had to convince him otherwise.
"Brie?" he asked. I heard him approach me "Are you alright?"
I sighed and shook my head as I stood up. It was now or never.
"Can you explain to me what the hell this is?" I asked in an angry voice; God I didn't want to sound mad even if I were. I lifted the letter and showed it to him; his eyes went wide.
"How…?" he asked in a low voice. "Why were you going through my trash?" he demanded louder.
I rolled my eyes "I wasn't going through your trash Troy, if you don't want me to find out about these things, then you should hide them better!"
"For God's sake woman! It's my privacy!" he said as he snapped the letter from my hand "You shouldn't stick your nose inside what isn't yours!"
I crossed my arms. I had to give him that one. "Why didn't you tell me you got accepted in Stanford?" I asked with a lower voice and looked down.
I heard him sigh "Because it's not important anymore…" that made me snap my head up.
"What?" I asked in disbelief.
"You heard me" he said "It. Is. Not. Important" he sighed and took a step closer to me, grabbing my hands in his "After you told me that you were moving to Albuquerque… it was simple to chose U of A over Stanford, and I'm not regretting my choice, Gabby"
I sighed "How can you give up Stanford over a girl you just met this summer? You're being stupid"
"I don't care if I'm being stupid or not, I'm just doing what my heart is telling me to…" he looked directly into my eyes "I know it's the right choice…"
"No it's not, Troy!" I snapped at him and took my hands back "You're giving up a great opportunity for your future over someone who's not worth it! I'm not worth giving up Stanford!"
"Yes you are Gabby!" he said as he took my face between his hands.
"If I am, then think about this! What happens after a year? What happens when I graduate? What if then I get accepted in Stanford or a better school than U of A? Do you expect me to give up that too, so I can be with you?" and to be honest… I would give up any school to be with Troy.
"No, of course not" he shook his head "I'll change schools! I'd follow you anywhere…"
I groaned "Why are you doing this, Troy? Why are you being so stupid to give up such a great opportunity?"
"Because…" he sighed looking down and letting go of my face "Because I love you" he lifted his face up and stared into my eyes.
I froze.
Did he just say he loves me?
"And I would give up everything for you…" I felt his fingers lacing with mine "Because I'm madly, deeply and stupidly in love with you, Gabriella Anne Montez…"
"I-I..." I sighed "Would you really give up… everything for me?"
"Yes" he answered without hesitation and a slight smile.
I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. No… no… no…
"You cannot do this, Troy!" I said in a low voice. He passed his thumb under my right eye to wipe off the tear that managed to escape.
"Tell me one good reason why not!" he challenged me.
Because I love him. That's the reason why he cannot do this! I love him too much to let him do this! And I felt sick just with the thought of what I was about to do. In order to clear up his head… to let him think straight and not do the stupidest thing in his life…
I need to hurt him…
"Because…" I took a deep breath "I don't love you back" I looked up at him and immediately regret it. I saw how his heart broke in million pieces just by looking in his eyes… mine broke as well.
I continued anyway "Don't you get it Troy? Don't you get why I'm not letting you do this? You were just a stupid summer fling! A stupid summer romance…" my throat closed when he let go off my hands and took a step back, my hands already missing his warmth. I looked down. "This is why I'm not worth giving up something as important as Stanford. Don't be stupid and make the right choice"
"You're lying…" he whispered. I looked up and found that his eyes were also teary. All I wanted to do was to grab his face and kiss him, to hug him and tell him that it wasn't true… that I loved him too... but instead…
"I'm not lying" I shook my head "You mean nothing to me, Troy. You were just a fling." Hurt went through his eyes all over again, making me to look down; I couldn't risk ruining everything.
There was a moment of silence. My heart aching with every passing second.
"Get out, Gabriella" I heard him whisper in a low, angry voice. I nodded once, not sure if he saw me or not. I grabbed my cell phone from his bedside table and got out of his room as fast as I could. Once I was out of there I let the tears that were making my head hurt, flow down my cheeks; though I still held the sobs in. I closed the door behind me and ran down the stairs as fast as I could.
"Gabby?" I heard Lucille's worried voice as I reached the door. "Are you okay?"
I let out a single sob "No…" then I opened the door and shut it behind me, leaving the love of my life behind. I walked up to my bike, not really caring or paying attention at how hard the wing was blowing now. I mounted on my bike and rode off.
I stormed inside the house and I ran up to my room crying my eyes out; I couldn't believe what had just happened. Everything in my life was just fine and then I had to go and mess it up!
"Gabriella?" I heard my nana yell from downstairs, worry in her voice, but I couldn't care less about that.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" I yelled before slamming the door behind me and throwing myself to my bed, covering my face with my pillow.
To Be Continued.
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