Chapter 11:
"I can't believe you're going to the Gala." I say as I get into the dress. A dress from Valentino, which Vance has send to me - and of course a new black tuxedo for Ryan. Along with our clothes there were red roses and a card, which requests our attendancies for the Gala this evening.
"You mean we." Ryan says, adjusting his bow tie in the mirror. He looks good enough to eat in that dark blue tuxedo.
"No, I won't attend. I have a date with Bolton." I say as Ryan closes the dress of the dark red Valentino dress with a deep cut-out in the back. It's floorlength and so beautiful. Vance may be fucking bad step-father, but hell he has a good taste! Or his peronsal shopper. Yeah, it's probably Francis, who picked out the dress.
"I'm sure he will go to that Gala as well."
"He won't."
"Have you asked him?"
"No."
"Then you don't know for sure."
"All I know is that whatever I will do with Bolton will be better than going to that Gala. With my mo - with Victoria..."
"and my father..."
"and Sharpay..."
"and paparazzi." he finishes smiling. "Sometimes our lifes seem to be good enough for a soap opera, don't you think?"
I reflect his smile right away, "We surely been through enough shit to make it to the big screen."
"When will he be here?"
My glance moves over to the watch, which is hanging on the wall. "In five minutes." I say grinning. I can't wait to be with him again! I'm addicted to that man. Totally addicted...
"Mhm..." he says smiling.
"What?"
"Nothing." he says, shaking his head.
"Okay..." What the hell is he thinking about?
"Okay." he answers back as we walk into the livingroom. "I can't believe you let me go alone into this event with hyenas!"
I waft him a kiss, "Send me the bones when you kill them all."
"Oh it will be a lovely blood bath..." he says grinning.
"I believe it will..." I say as I check my appearance in the reflection. Ryan has managed to tame my dark brown curls and created a beautiful bohemian inspired hairstyle with fishtail-braids.
"You look good, Gabs." he says, resting his hand on my shoulder. "Your hair looks amazing, your make-up is beautiful and that dress... Boy, that dress will make him go insane."
"Just my aim." I say and nodd. "Thank you."
"Don't thank me."
"You're the one who created this amazing hairstyle, Ry." I say before I place a kiss on his cheek.
"Have fun."
"You as well." I say before I get into the elevator. I already feel my pulse rising as the elevator starts to move. God, no... No, I can't fall for him. For a man who is after my company. I'm playing with fire here... I just hope I won't get burned.
I shake my head and ignore my doubts. Not tonight. Not when I can spend my energy on him instead of stupid doubts. Doubts which seem to be irrelevant whenever I see him.
The elevator doors glide open and my eyes meet his. His beautiful, crystal blue eyes...
"Hi." I whisper as I take his hand. Damn it, he looks more than just breathtaking in that tuxedo! How is he doing that?
His head moves to my ear, "You look good enough to fuck, Ella."
I feel my pulse rising, my blood rushing through my veins, as he kisses my cheek. "I'm glad you like it."
"Like it?" he asks me as we walk through the lobby, "Oh no, you look extremely hot tonight. I seriously doubt I can be seen with you tonight."
"Where are we going?" I ask him as I see the stretched limousine.
"A surprise." he whispers before the porter holds the door open for us.
"First thing you should know about me: I hate surprises. I'm absolutely no fan of anything impulsively." I say as I get seated.
"You are so lucky that I am a sucker for your deep cut on the back, because you have such an amazing back..." he whispers into my ear before he places his hand on my back, awakening my sense. He uses sex against me! How perfidiously and erotic at the same time?! Only Troy Bolton makes me want to do things I never would do... I wonder where I will end up in the end.
"In case you want to get to a somewhat public place, you really should take that hand off of my back, Chris." I threaten him with a grin on my lips.
"Guess I shouldn't provoke you then." he whispers against my lips before he kisses me softly.
"Mhm, you shouldn't indeed..." I say as he laces his fingers with mine. "By the way, which name should I use?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, your name is such a handfull that I think you should give me a name I can call you." I explain with a shrugg.
"A handfull of a name?" he asks me grinning. "Not the only handfull thing I own, I hope."
"Stop talking in such a dirty way, you're making me horny." I answer as he starts fondling my knuckles with his thumb.
"Call me whatever you want." he suggests. "Whatever you call me is fine."
"So you're fine with Troy?"
"How about you call me Chris again? I like that maybe a little more." he says, coming closer to me.
"And why's that?"
"No one has ever called me Chris. You're the first. And I like it."
I smile, "So that was the first premiere."
"Exactly..." he says before he kisses me quick. "And it was my favorite premiere yet."
I return his smile before I let my hand move down his upper body, "How about another premiere?"
"Oh, my angel, that wouldn't be a premiere..."
I frown. I don't want to think about the number of women he already had sex with... in a strech limo. I throw that thought quickly away. "But a premiere with me." I say before I get seated on his lap.
"What are you doing to me? You make me go crazy, Gabriella." he says into my eyes before he kisses me. Whatever we're doing to each other, I hope we will never stop... Cause he's giving me the best feeling in the world. A feeling I never had before. A feeling which scares me because it touches me on so many levels.
I return his kiss and let my hands brush through his sandy brown hair. God, he has such perfect hair...
His ringing phone interupts our hot kisses. I feel it vibrate beneath my left thigh.
"Shit." he cruises after he let go of my lips.
"Let it ring..." I whisper as I start kissing my way down his neck.
"I can't." he says before his hand start reaching for his phone, creating the very same deep desire I had felt the entire last night inside of me.
I get off of him, "When will we ever come to a conclusion?" I say and sigh.
He smiles at me before he kisses my cheek, "When we will come to a conclusion, you will beg for another conclusion with me." he whispers.
I lick my lip, unable to hide the effect he has on me.
Then his eyes move over to the display of his phone. He sighs. "We're late."
"Late?" I ask him confused. "I thought we were going to have a dinner."
"We will. Only it will be a beneficial dinner."
A beneficial what?! "Are you saying that-"
"We will attend the Gala which raises funds tonight to help people who were abused as children."
It takes me a couple of seconds to digest what he is saying. "W-what?!"
"The CR Gala held by Victoria Evans."
My chin falls down, Ryan was right. He is planning to attend that Gala... with me. "Stop the car." I say in trance.
"Gabrie-"
"I said stop the fucking car!" I hiss at him. "I won't attend the fucking gala! There is no way you will get me into that room with her! How dare you! How dare you not tell that we're going to my..." funeral. I am silent, "I need to get out of here." I feel the panic building inside of me. I can't attend that event. Not now. Not today... never. I can't face my mother. Vance... Sharpay. I can't face my worst nightmare. Being with them in one room, one building would kill me. I know it. I've been dead before. Emotionally, that's what they do to me... they kill me with no regrets.
"What's wrong?" he asks me slowly. His bright blue eyes are filled with worry. An undescribable amount of worry. He's doing it again... giving me this feeling which touches more than just my heart. He hurts me because I hurt him.
"I can't attend that gala. Go if you want to, but I won't go with you." I say in a stiff voice. "But I will not take a foot into that room. You will not see me in that room, got it?!" I hiss at him and look out of the window. I can't face him when I hurt him... God, I am a freaking coward.
He lets the car getting filled with silence... Silence for I don't know what. Me to change my mind? Him to think about not attending?
"Why?" he asks me, taking my hands.
"No. The question is not why. Your question should be... You should ask me if I want you to not go." The most selfish sentence I've ever said just escaped my mouth. Do I already have the right to ask him such things? I mean, we just started dating after all... Gosh, this is all so confusing! All I know is that I have to get out of here. Out of this situation he puts me into.
"I can't not go. I have to attend." he explains before his phone starts ringing again.
"Why?"
With his fingers on my chin, he turns my head around so I face his crystal blue eyes. They're filled with sorrow, but yet they shine. Is that the feeling I'm giving him? If so, maybe being with him is not so good after all..."Because, my angel, I have a speech to deliver. One speech, that's all." he says with a soft smile on his lips. "And I'd like you to have by my side."
"Troy..." I breath out.
"One speech. For five minutes." he says to me, fondling my cheek.
"You have no idea what you're asking me for." I answer, closing my eyes to enjoy his touch. It calms me down. But it doesn't make the panic go away. The fear of what it's expecting me there. Am I ready to face it? "How about you hold that speech and I wait for you in the limo?"
"It's all or nothing, Ella."
I open my eyes and look into his crystal blue eyes. Eyes which beg me to come with him. "Then I choose nothing." I say in a stiff voice before looking away from his bright blue eyes. "Drive me home. This date is over."
He frowns at me. He is shocked. Shocked by how fast I was able to decide. To not choose him. "No, this date is not over." he says before he starts lacing his fingers with mine.
"I won't attend the gala." I say, looking away again.
"Okay..."
"Okay." I answer back as I look out of the dark windows.
"Ella, look at me." he demands in a sweet voice before he turns my head around with his free hand.
My eyes scan his face, his beautiful face... He seems worried. He also seems to be of two minds about the gala. Am I already having such a strong effect on him? Am I already so important to him? If so, I am impressed. Impressed that he is falling for me as fast as I am falling for him.
"Why did you freak out?" he asks me slowly and softly.
"I don't want to talk about it, Troy." I answer back in a stiff voice.
He nodds, "Guess that's one of your secrets, isn't it?"
"Yes." I say before the car stops.
"Come with me. We won't even have the dinner. I'll just deliver my speech. Then we will leave this gala and go whereever you want to go. Five minutes. Give me those five minutes with you in public."
I bite my lip before I feel his forhead pressed again mine. "Troy..."
"Ella..."
"Why is it so important to you?"
"Because I'd like to show the world how happy you make me." he says with a tiny smile around his lips.
Am I already making him as happy as he makes me? I close my eyes, "I can't."
"Five minutes, Ella..."
I sigh. Is there anything I won't do for that man and his crystal blue eyes? "Five minutes. But I won't talk to anyone."
"Thank you." he says before the door opens. Glamorously he steps out of the car before he offers me his hand to step out. I hear the paparazzi already going crazy as soon as they see him, taking pictures of him like he is the main attraction of the gala.
All my nerves beg me to stay inside that car. But then I look at his smiling face and my body automatically functions. I take his hand and step out of the car, carefully to not step on the dress. Out of the sudden, even more paparazzi run over to us, taking pictures as if we were the most wanted couple ever.
"Gabriella!" they scream, "Over here!"
"Mr. Bolton!" some scream, "To your left!"
"One smile!"
"To the right!"
"How long are you already a couple?"
"When are you getting married?"
"How about a kiss?"
Our eyes meet and I feel locked by that color for a second. A sparkling turqouise. So that's what it looks like when he is happy. Is his happiness dependent on the public or me? Or is it the mixture of both? All I know is that this color in his eyes is new... and I wonder if I alone was able to create this feeling inside of him as well... "Let's go." I whisper to him, "Five minutes, remember? You already lost one."
He shows me a smile before he laces his fingers with mine, making the paparazzi go even crazier.
Hand in hand, we walk into the MET, where the gala is held. As soon as we step into the MET, all eyes are on us. Each women, each men, each child is staring at us. I feel like an alien, although this is exactly my world. And his. Our world. Yet, we seem to not fit. Maybe because we're together. He alone would have already had all eyes on him but with me - the daughter of the host - we're even more under the spotlight. The fucking spotlight I hate.
"Mr. Bolton," I hear Victoria saying, "I'm so glad you made it." she says before we turn around. Her chin falls down as soon as she sees me... with him. "Gabriella, you..."
"I am not here because of you." I hiss at her. I feel the anger already building inside of me. She wants another round? Fine, I'm already waiting inside the boxing ring, all streched.
"I'm just-"
"Do me a favor and stay the hell away from me!" I try to unlace my fingers from his, but he won't let me. He won't let me run away, as painful as this meeting might be.
"Mr. Bolton," I hear another female voice saying behind us. Oh god, no! "It's a pleasure to have you here." she starts flirting.
Seconds later the blonde walks over to us. Sharpay. New York City's It-Girl. Just like Victoria, her chin falls down as well as soon as she sees me. "Gabriella," she breaths out. Her bright brown orbs are filled with more than just shock. She looks just like my Victoria, who isn't her biological mother. Seems like Victoria finally found her perfect family after all. With me not in it.
"Sharpay." I greet her, unable to make my lips form a polite smile. There's too much hatred which fills my heart when I look at her.
"What a suprise, right mother?" she asks Victoria.
"It is indeed. Gabriella, listen I-"
"I will not pose for a happy family picture. Don't you even dare to think about it." I hiss at her before I turn my head to his ear, "When the hell is your turn to hold that fucking speech?!" I whisper into his ear.
His lips form a polite smile, "It's a lovely event, but sadly we have to get going. There're still a lot of people we have to talk to."
Victoria nodds before she looks at me, "I'm really glad you're here."
"As I said, it's not you that's the reason."
"In case you need anything, I'll be happy to help." Sharpay says to Troy, her brown eyes sparkling.
"I'm sure I can turn to Gabriella as well. But thanks for the offer, Miss Evans." he says with a smile on his lips.
I can't help but grin as I see Sharpay's face losing all it's color.
"Have a lovely evening." he says before his hand on my back leads me away from my... family, I guess. "I have no idea what that just was, but I hope this won't be repeated."
"If you will hold your speech and we'll leave afterwards then no. If not, well then you're going to have a problem."
"What has happened in your family that you clearly hate them?" he asks me before a waitress with a tablet full of champagne glases passes us. He grabs two and hands me one.
"Whatever happened is irrelevant." I say before I take a sip. "She should call herself fucking lucky that I attended. Because of you, I remark. Without you, I wouldn't have even spend a thought about going to this."
He sighs, "You don't want to tell me what happened?"
"I want you to fucking hold this speech so we can go." I say truthfully.
"You can leave any time. I'm not keeping you here." he hisses at me.
Excuse me?! So showing up with me is important to him but now he would let me fall like a hot stone?! What the hell?! "I came with you. I won't go without you." I say and roll my eyes. "Stop acting like a moody jerk and enjoy the time you have with me here. It may be the first and last time you see me at those events..." I mumble under my breath.
"So you care about your reputation after all."
"No, what I care about is you. And I'm pretty sure that all these furies would just love to throw your arms around you. Plus, I'm pretty sure they wouldn't mind to spend one or two minutes alone with you..."
He chuckles, "Furies?"
I roll my eyes. "I'm just protecting my territory..."
He grins before he places his arm around my waist and pulls me closer, "Guess I should be doing the same then."
"Everyone, " I hear Vance saying into a microphone.
My head turns over to him, my blonde step-father is wearing a black tuxedo as well. His bright blue eyes are sparkling. He looks charming. Charmingly old. My mother, as well as Sharpay and Ryan all stand next to him. The fucking perfect family.
Ryan's glance meets mine. Then his eyes move over to Troy, before they capture me again. He looks surprised. Shocked even. He didn't except me here. I didn't expect me here.
"Shouldn't you be up there as well?" Troy asks me in a whisper as Vance continues talking.
I shake my head and look away from the Evans family, "No."
"You sure?"
I nodd, blending Vance's babbling out. "Pretty much." I say as I let my eyes scan the crowd. All these rich and glamorously dressed people. People of all ages are represented... And they all care about nothing but being seeing. Not one of them actually cares about the fundraiser. They all just want to create a scandal so they will end up on page six the next day. At least that will have something good - the fundraiser would be mentioned in the press. And any press is good.
"I'm happy to announce, Mr. Troy Bolton!" Vance says before the whole room fills with claps.
"Your turn." I say back before I watch him walking up to the stage - just like every other female attendant. God, he looks beyond sexy.
"Thank you, Mr. Evans." he says into a mic, switching into business mode within a second. How is he doing that? Switching from one mood to another just like that? I should ask him, so I can learn that. It's usefull in my branch. "We're all here for one very devastating crime: Child Abuse." he says.
"What are you doing here?" I hear Ryan saying behind me. I didn't even see him walking off the stage.
I turn around, "You actually dared to leave the perfect family?"
He rolls his eyes, "Vance fucking made me go to you. He said that I should force you to come with me."
I arch an eyebrow, "To them? No!"
"Gabi..."
"No."
"But I-"
"No."
"He said that it would make a very bad picture. We on the stage and you... here alone."
"I am not alone."
"But now you are."
"I feel fine here in the darkness. I don't need the spotlight." I mumble.
"Oh I know. Is that why you chose to come here with Troy Bolton?"
I roll my eyes. Explaining that would take more time than I want to spend here. "Why don't you leave me alone?"
He rolls his eyes before he huggs me from behind, "Because I love you, you stubborn woman."
I chuckle as I hear cameras clicking, "I really hope they're not taking pictures of us."
He archs an eyebrow, "So what? You're my sister. Not my lover."
"Oh that reminds me, have you heard something from Ian?"
He lets go of me and shakes his head, "No."
Damn it, I ruined his happy mood. "Oh I'm sorry, honey."
He shruggs, "You can't have everything, now can you?"
"You mean, you guys will stop dating?"
He shruggs again, "He hasn't called me. Since a week now."
"Maybe his battery died or something."
"Gabi, we used to talk to each other daily. Maybe he's cheating on me."
I roll my eyes, "Like you haven't cheated on him, Ry."
He holds up his hands, "That was allowed."
I frown, "Then I don't want to know what cheating on each other means for you guys. You're fucked up."
"Oh you're one to talk to." he says to me, rolling his beautiful blue eyes.
"Miss Montez, " I hear a photographer saying to us. "May I take a picture?"
I shake my head, "No. I'm sorry. I'm not interested."
"Gabi, come on." Ryan whispers, "You don't want a picture with me in this stunning tuxedo? Come on, I look hot!"
I laugh, "Okay fine. One picture won't hurt, I guess."
Ryan places his arm around my shoulders and I move a little closer before we smile into the camera. Just as the flash appears, claps start filling the room again.
"Thank you very much, Miss Montez."
I nodd, "His speech is already over?"
"Seems so."
"And I didn't even listen for one second! This is all your fault!" I hiss at Ry.
"Hey, it was you who didn't want to walk up that stage."
"And it is me, who will leave this event exactly now."
"Gabi," Ryan starts, "What about the dinner?"
I shake my head, "I am not hungry. Neither is Troy." I lie. My stomach protests right away. Hell will be on earth if I eat dinner with my famil... Victoria, Vance and Sharpay.
"But you guys-"
"we're leaving." I say into his eyes as I see Troy walking over to us. No, I don't even see him really. But I feel him. Feel his presence coming closer to me. God, there it is again. The crazy effect he has on me. The effect which makes me do anything for him - even showing up at this event.
"Ready?" he asks me, placing his hands around my waist.
I nodd, "Yes."
"Can't you guys stay at least for another ten minutes? A dance maybe?" Ryan asks us.
Troy looks at me, his eyes telling me that he wouldn't mind.
I bite my lip before I shake my head, "I'm sorry. I can't bare staying here. I'm sorry."
"No, I'm sorry because they make you feel so uncomfortable, Gabs." Ryan says to me, his voice filled with sorrow.
"It was a pleasure to be here." Troy says to Ryan before the men shake heads. "Tell your parents that I enjoyed it."
He nodds, "I'll make up some lie why you guys had to leave. What about food poisioning?"
I chuckle, "Not so good if the dinner is about to be served."
"Okay... Family emergency?"
"Sounds good." Troy and I say out of one mouth. I blush right away. We're already talking out of one mouth... Where will this end?
"Enjoy your evening." Ryan says smiling.
"You, too." I say before Troy laces his fingers with mine and we walk away. Through the crowd, we slowly make our way out of the Met having all eyes on us again. God, how much I hate these events! "It was a good speech."
"You didn't even listen to it." he says back as we walk down the steps. Paparazzi start making pictures of us right away.
"Ryan kept me from listening."
"He just wanted you to come up the stage."
"I am not part of this family."
"Why?"
"Because!" I say back as I see the limo stoping in front of us. "I am not part of this family. End of story."
"No, not end of story, Gabriella!" he says back as I climb into the limo. "What happened?" he asks me slowly, sitting next to me before he closes the door of the limo.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Why?"
"Because."
"That's not an answer. You can trust me, Ella."
"No, I can't. I don't know you well enough, to trust you." I say into his eyes, "You're after my company. I have no idea what status this" I gesture between him and me, "is and I have no idea how much I mean to you. So, excuse me for not telling you, but this is a very personal subject. And if I say I don't want to talk about it, then be so kind and just accept my answer, okay?"
He nodds, "Okay." he says before brushing through his sandy brown hair. "But I am not only after your company. I didn't know you were the owner of such a huge company. There were rarely pictures of you in the internet."
"And there's a reason for it."
"Has is anything to do with what you don't want to tell me?"
"You got it."
"Okay..." he says before grabbing my hands, "Look, I like you. I really like you."
"I like you as well." I say back into his crystal blue eyes. "But I am not so much for the spotlight."
"My life pretty much exists only in the spotlight."
I nodd, "I know. I've seen it. You're a public person."
"Just like you should be."
"But I am not."
"Would you try it for me?"
I bite my lip, "I've already tried it tonight. Let's see how that looks tomorrow morning..."
He smiles, "Thank you."
"For what?"
"Selling your soul and walking up that red carpet. The path into your own personal hell."
I roll my eyes, "I had an angel next to me, so I knew that nothing would happen to me."
He grins, "I am not your angel. But you are mine. What do you want to do now?"
I shrugg, "Let's get something to eat and enjoy the rest of the evening in your apartment."
He smiles before he fondles my cheek, "Sounds like the best plan ever."
Laughter fills his living area before I brush through my dark brown curls, "Oh you did not do that!"
He nodds, still laughing, "It was the most embarrassing moment in my life!"
I take a sip of the wine, "Yeah, I can imagine it..."
We're sitting on his beige buckskin couch, enjoying a nice French red wine. We ate something very simple and yet it was delicious: Burgers with fries. Instead of getting a burger from a local diner, we picked them up at Mango's. They were beyond delicious, the best burgers in the world!
We changed our outfits as soon as we got into his apartment. He chose a simple white T-shirt with dark grey sweatpants. I borrowed one of his white oxford shirts. My legs are resting on his lap, while his arm is rested on the back of the couch. He is smiling. It's a dreamy smile... the kind of smile I like best.
"What?" I ask him a little insecure. Do I have ketchup smeared all over my face?
"Nothing." he says before brushing through his sandy brown hair. He's still smiling in that dreamy way.
"You sure?" I ask him with an arched eyebrow. This smile scares me, because it yet again touches me on more levels than possible.
He nodds before he kisses me softly, "Yes."
"Okay..." I say, getting lost in his beautiful bright blue eyes. Gosh, I could stare into them my whole life. They're so beautiful! "You have pretty eyes." I say smiling.
"And you have the ability to stare right into my soul." he says back, touching my cheek.
"I'm sorry for staring at you like a maniac." I say and look away, right out of the window. The sun has set hours ago. But yet Manhattan is still awake. All those buildings are shining like stars in the dark. It looks amazing.
His fingercups on my chin turn my head around again. He's still smiling at me before he kisses me. I return his kiss right away, unable to resist his lips. His lips, his kisses are all I need to exist. I long for them as soon as his lips leave mine. I exist for those lips. For him. For him only. Within seconds, I am sitting on his lap, kissing him like there's no tomorrow. I feel his hands gliding beneath the white oxford shirt I am wearing, touching my bare skin as I bury my hands in his sandy brown hair. As our tongues start battling, I feel my desire for him growing - as well as his errection.
After minutes, he lets go of my lips, totally breathless just like me. He brushs through my dark brown curls before he lets out a sigh.
"What?" I ask him confused. Does he not want to have sex with me?
"You're beautiful, you know that?"
I blush, "Stop making compliments and kiss me."
He places his forehead against mine, still grinning. "You have no idea what you're doing to me, have you?"
I move a little on his lap, feeling his errection against my hip. "Oh, I think I do."
"I meant psychically. Not physically." he says into my eyes.
I gasp. He is feeling it as well.
"I like you. I really like you, Gabriella."
I nodd, before I fondle his cheek. "Me, too."
"But I'm trouble. Being with me won't be an easy ride."
I nodd again, "As you may have already notice, I'm not afraid of an uneasy ride. I have my cross to bear as well."
"Your family?"
"Among other things..." I trail off and shrug. So no sex right now. Urgh...
"I'm fucked up, my angel."
I smile, "Guess what? I'm fucked up as well."
"Surely not as much as I am..." he trails off, showing me that he won't talk about it. At least...yet. He needs time. Time to open up for me. Time which I need as well. Time to decide whether or not I will ever be able to open up to him. Someone who is giving me feelings which are so strong that it scares me. "Who was your first?"
"My what?"
"Your first sexual partner."
I arch an eyebrow at him, "Why do you want to know?"
He shruggs, "Why wouldn't I?"
I shiver. A kind of goosebump I hate to recieve make it's way on to my skin. "Sebastian." I say in one breath, "He was my..."
"First?"
I nodd. Something like that. "What about you?"
"Katherine. She was my first girlfriend. We met each other in our high school. A private school on the west coast."
Kathrine. I really hope she didn't break his heart. If so, a broken heart is the least she has to worry about when she sees me. If she sees me. "How long were you guys an item?"
"Five years."
What?! "F-Five years?" I ask him shocked.
He nodds.
"What happened?" yeah, what the hell happened?!
He shruggs before he takes a sip of his wine. "Life happened."
I wonder if life will happen to us as well... or if we will happen to life.
A new chapter. Pleaseeee review!
Xoxo Nic
