Okay… Enough People said yes! So here it is… Sorry it took so long! Note: this chapter is all Troy... but the rest of the story isn't just Troy... I just felt like starting like this

(This picks up right where I/they left off)

Troy's POV

I drove home in my black F150 truck; I got it on my sixteenth birthday, right after we won a game. Its funny… people wonder, how we afford it all… my house, three cars… And my dads a high school coach? No… people just don't bother to get to know me… find out how; they think I'm just that 'basketball guy'. Sometimes I wish I wasn't the basketball guy… just a guy. I've only admitted that once, to Gabriella.

So… I'm driving home from Gabriella's. It's about two. Yesterday was her eighteenth birthday… we hung out all day. Just hung out. I'm sure Chad will beg me for the details I don't have… again, then I will have to tell him nothing happened. Again. It doesn't bother me… I don't care if Gabi and me wait, but Chad does. I should feel happy, But I don't, its something, something that disappears every time I'm around Gabi, but comes back the instant I leave her side. It's my dad. My dad is ruining everything, when I come home late, he yells, when I "let" the other team score (it's always MY fault), he yells… Its all to do with basketball, everything, Basketball is ruining everything. I could never quit though, it is my life, but it's ruining everything. My curfew is around twelve to twelve thirty. They don't set a specific time so that if I leave a little late, I will still make it home… so much for that. My dad's going to kill me tonight.

I pulled into our driveway and parked the car. I walked up the pathway, I could see the dining room light on, the room right next to the front entry. I slowly put my key in the lock and opened the door to a crack. As soon as my toe was through the door; my dad started to yell. "Troy! Where have you been? Do you have any idea what time it is?" I silently shut the door and walked up to the end of the table, dad was standing at the other end. My mom right next to him. "Troy? Are you listening to me! TROY!" "Jack calm down… No need to yell!" I didn't feel like talking after last nights confession. "Yes I can and will yell if I want to fucking yell!" "Jack! I said calm down!" "Troy… Where were you?" "…" "Troy tell me now!" "…with Gabi…" "You are meaning to tell me that it is two AM and you have spent half the night with HER" "'Her' name is Gabriella dad" "Just answer my question!" "…Jack… remember!" "Yes I was with Gabriella" "And what did you do!" "It's a little thing that real humans do these days… its called 'hanging out' but of course… you wouldn't know what I'm talking about, since you seem to be inhuman with this whole curfew thing" "That mouth is getting you into trouble young man. Now I suggest you get your ass upstairs into your room and wait for me to come talk to you."

"Jack… Don't do anything unreasonable…" I heard my mom said as my dad followed me to my room. I sat on the end of my bed as my dad began to yell. "Troy! What happened to 'Get'cha head in the game'? Troy! It's two o'clock… you can't be out fucking some girl all night if you want to win!" I stood up, I was face to face with my dad. "She's not 'some girl' dad! How many times do I have to tell you that! Her name is GABRIELLA MONTEZ! I love her, and don't you ever talk about her like that!" My dad glared into my eyes. "Like I said… I don't want you out fucking some girl all night" He asked for it. I don't care what anyone else said, he fucking asked for it. I punched him right in the jaw. My knuckles throbbed as I tried to avoid my dads return punch. Too late. His fist barely grazed my cheek but it hurt like hell. I brought my hands up to my face and felt blood. "Don't you EVER hit me again son… EVER!" dad said as he walked out of the room. I guess Tracey heard us and rushed into the room as soon as dad was out of sight. "Are you okay?" "Yeah Trace… don't worry" "Troy you're bleeding!" "I know!" I stood up and looked into the mirror. It was about a one inch cut going diagonal down my cheek bone. "…Troy, are you sure you are okay" I couldn't let her know how much it hurt. How much I wanted to cry, not because of the pain, because of my sadness. How much I wanted to march right up to dad and shoot him. "Trace I'm fine" I lay down on my side, on the bed, facing the opposite direction of my sister. A small tear fell down my cheek, burning the open wound. "Troy…why are you crying…" my sister said softly, kneeling in front of me. "…Is it because it hurts?" "No Trace you wouldn't understand just get the fuck out of my room!" I said with tears free falling down my face.

Tracey ran out of my room with tears in her eyes. Great Troy… Scare your sister to tears. I sat up and wiped away the rest of the tears. I peered out my door. No sign of dad. I walked down the hall to my sisters door. The reversible sign that said 'Come in!' on one side and 'GET OUT' on the other was turned to the 'GET OUT' side. I knocked lightly on the door. "TROY GO AWAY!" I heard her throw a shoe at the door. "Come on Trace… open up" "Why should I open up if you're not going to!" Another shoe hit the door. "I'm coming in Trace" Luckily my parents refused to put locks on our doors. I turned the doorknob and opened the door cautiously… she might throw a shoe at me. Her room had purple walls with pink…everything. Pink desk, pink bed, pink computer, pink curtains, pink iPod… She was sitting on her bed hugging a pillow I gave her on her twelfth birthday as a joke… it said brat on it. "Trace I'm sorry. I just have a lot on my mind…" "Troy go away" "Tracey will you just listen to me!" "No! GO AWAY!" "TRACEY I'M SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE YOU CRY… ITS JUST BEEN ROUGH LATELY!" "…its okay Troy…" She said quietly. "But why do you treat me like I'm five Troy! I'M NOT A BABY. I probably would understand…" "Yeah you're probably right…but I'll tell you another time" "Troy… Why don't you just come home at curfew…?" "Because. I just don't" "But then mom and dad wouldn't get mad!" "No they would…" "Troy please just tell me what's going on!" "Tomorrow." "No… tonight!" "Tomorrow… I want to hear about this mystery boy of yours tonight" I said tickling her. "You mean Bryan?" "Is that the one you told me about yesterday?" She turned bright red, then nodded. "So…What happened?" "He called today…and asked me to the dance!" "Did I tell you or what?" I said teasing. "So are you and Bryan an 'Item' now?" I said in my best girly voice. "Troy…we haven't even had school yet… the gossip will come on Monday" "Whatever sis. I'm going to get some sleep." "Night!"

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