Author's Note: I'm once again sorry for not posting, but I'm gonna be really busy. But I'll try to keep up with all my stories. Luv ya guys!
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter Eight- I'm sorry
Gabriella's POV
"So..."
I had already went up to the counter and ordered, and apparently, so had Troy.
I looked up at him, we were seated at a long booth.
"Look, I'm sorry," he apologized.
"Why are you sorry?" I said confused.
He looked at me, then said, "I don't know."
I looked at him with a 'What the hell?' expression.
"You know what I mean," Troy said kinda desperate.
"No I dont..."
Honestly, I don't know. Whether it was the whole raping thing and not believing me, or if it was for ignoring me, which I also did myself.
Troy sighed, "Can we just talk?"
I looked at him strangely, "And what exactly are we doing now?"
I heard him sigh once more before the squad, team, and my ex-friends came back to the table.
As everyone started to absorb each other's conversations and joined in.
I saw the old gang sitting there staring at their food, then putting it in their mouth.
I walked over to their end of the table and sat down at the extra seat.
At least I knew what I could say to them, rather then with the squad, who was arguing about something against the b-ball team.
They all looked at me as I took a seat beside good old cook Zeke.
"How's East High?" I asked cheerfully after taking a bite out of the banana in my banana split
They all stared at me like I was drunk or something.
Sue me for being polite.
"Different," Sharpay said.
So I'm assuming that I'm the cause of that...
I nodded my head.
"How do you like Primin...whatever?" Chad said.
"Primindale. It's big, obviously different, but it's pretty cool, nice people, cool hang outs, stuff like that."
"Enjoy this place?" Kelsi said, with a tone that meant not this place, but like this whole neighbourhood and stuff.
"It's totally great, but a sister always comes in handy."
Silence filled the air.
"So...you ever gonna come back?" Taylor asked.
"Probably not," I answered. I know, it was kind of mean, but hey, it was the truth.
"Hello?" I said into my cell phone when it rang.
"Oh hey, Tris...Yeah, they're with me...Sorry...Okay, bye."
"Hey guys, we have to go," I said all my friends once I have paid the check
"Why?"
"We took Triston's student visitors without telling me."
"Oops."
"Yeah," I said getting up from my seat along with everyone else.
Once I returned out guests back over to Tristan, I headed up to my room.
I didn't feel like doing my homework, so I took out a copy of Prime Time from my bag, and started picked out to read the gossip column.
Mr. Whirdin was seen hitting on a student. Old news.
There was one gossip that seems to catch my eye.
Troy was seen staring at our cheerleading captain.
I lowered the newspaper, and glared at the air, as if Courtney was the air.
Then shrugged, typical Courtney.
I suddenly had a swish along my room floor, I looked the bottom of the door, and saw an white envelope.
I walked over to the door and opened the envelope, a folded sheet of paper fell out.
I unfolded the sheet of paper and read it.
True: Forty-one points on the league championships
False: Invented space shuttle and microwave popcorn
True: I'm sorry for not believing you about the whole Ryan thing. Forgive me, please?
Well surprise surprise, he knows what he's sorry about.
I tossed the note on to my desk, turned on the t.v., grabbed my sketch for the dance and a sheet of lined paper to make a list of what to buy, and settled on my bed watching CSI:New York.
End of Gabriella's POV