I aimed to post this up on last Sunday, but a lot of stuff got in the way. Sorry about that. But I did make this chapter super long. :) It was 5500+ words without my author's notes. Haha. And to clear some things up from the reviews you guys left;
-Troy's just being stupid. But hey, he's a guy. They're all like that. Lol. No offense to the male persuasion… But I can promise you all that he'll get out of his Chad moment, and see the light soon enough. (Not the dying light :P)
-The tape that Melanie has? It's a fake. The only real part was, "—you self absorbed bitch! SMACK!!" from chapter 7 remember? And I'm telling you guys, the other bad parts on the tape, had to do with Uncle David!
-This story was sort of based on a soap, and was named and co-based on the song Who's That Girl by Hilary Duff. Not the one by Eve. Even though it would be funny if Melanie's name was Eve, don't you think? Then she can sing that song. Haha
-And yes, karma will make its ugly way around to Melanie soon. When the time comes, I'll ask for ideas on how to torture her. So everyone get thinking! ;)
And thank you for caring about my stupid cold. Luckily, it went away already. I just have a severe cough now. My mom keeps on telling me that if I keep coughing, soon enough, I'm gonna cough up my tonsils… parents. Lol. I think the answers to the other questions, and reviews are self explanatory in this chapter. So go on, and read! Hope you guys enjoy it.
This chapter is dedicated to Together4ever. :) Hah, I totally loved your review. Your mad rambling was so funny!
Who's That Girl
Chapter 9- It Can't Be
Troy's POV- (The Next Day)
The time is currently 5pm. I'm making my way to the Peanut Diner right now. I had just finished basketball practice. It was the worse one ever. I had missed all of the shots I tried to make. The others hand stolen the ball from me countless times. The coaches, my dad, and the rest of the team are all mad at me. But right now, I could really care less about that. The only thing I'm caring about right now is Brie. She didn't come to school today either. We didn't receive any type of communication from her.
As I'm walking down the road, I was still contemplating on whether I should tell the others or not. I'm extremely confused right now. My heart is split into three different sides. One side is saying to break up with Melanie, and avoid her for the rest of my life. The other side is telling me to go tell the others about the tape. The third, is telling me to go find Gabriella, and talk to her.
I sighed deeply, as I saw a big bush of hair coming towards me through my peripheral vision.
"Why so glum chum?" he asked playfully when he reached my side. I shook my head at the sight of Jimmy in his arms.
"Chad, hypothetically speaking, what if GabriellabeatupMelaniecalledSharpayablondeprissTaylorastupidknowitall, and saidthatyouneededahaircutandtherapistasryanwouldneedagirlfriend?" I asked quickly as I glanced over at him to see a very confused expression on his face.
"Three things buddy. One, if I weren't your bestest buddie, I wouldn't have understood. Two, why the hell would Gabriella do and say those things? Three… three…. Ahh- Nevermind. I don't have a third thing." He replied nonchalantly. I raised an eyebrow to him.
"I know the first and third part, but the second thing is exactly what I'm thinking about." I stated looking down at my shoes.
"What? Why… did our little Gabby do those things or something?" I simply nodded. He started cracking up right on the spot.
"Ha- ha- HAHAHA. Are you serious? Like Gabriella would actually do any of those things. How could you say that Troy? Come on. She's Gabriella." I shrugged.
"Maybe it's because of this?" I said, as I stopped walking, and took out the tape recorder from my backpack, and played it for him. He just stood there, shock evident to his facial expression. Before he could say anything else, another voice interrupted him.
"That's not Gabriella." The voice said. Chad and I turned around to see Kelsi standing there, softly shaking her head. "It can't be." She stated before she walked away. I was about to go to her, but Chad pulled me back.
"Don't dude. Let Jason take care of it later."
"So…"
"I can't believe that she said those things man." He responded before I said anything else.
"I know Chad. How did you think I felt when Melanie played me that tape?" he didn't respond that time, he just started walking again. I sighed, as I followed suit. We just walked to the diner in complete silence. When we got there, I was about to break it, when Chad beat me to it.
"We've got to tell the others." He stated before walking inside. I immediately went in after him.
Chad's POV- (15 minutes earlier)
Basketball practice had just ended. Troy stunk up the whole court. I could tell that it was because of Gabriella. She's been very out of the loop lately. This past week, while the whole gang had been getting closer to Melanie, she pretty much pushed all of us away. I wonder if something's wrong. She didn't come to school today.
But from his clearly visible expression, I could tell that there was something else bothering him. It's very easy to tell if something was wrong with him. He'd stink at basketball if anything was bothering him. If something's bothering me, I would still be able to play. In fact, I would be able to hide anything. I started to spin Jimmy around on my first three fingers.
I stopped spinning him, as I looked at my watch on my wrist. '5:05' it read. Damn, I'm gonna be late for work. I took a firm hold of Jimmy, as I started to sprint to the diner. Five blocks away from my destination, I saw Troy walking in front of me, currently deep in thought. I ran up to him, and decided to try to brighten up his day.
"Why so glum chum?" I asked playfully when I was in a small distance from Troy. He shook his head, when he looked at Jimmy in my arms.
Geez, what's wrong with him. I know that something else is bothering him. What is it?!?
"Chad, hypothetically speaking, what if GabriellabeatupMelaniecalledSharpayablondeprissTaylorastupidknowitall, and saidthatyouneededahaircutandtherapistasryanwouldneedagirlfriend?" he questioned quickly as he glanced over at me again to see me in a very confused state.
Pffbt there it is, and here we go again.
"Three things buddy. One, if I weren't your bestest buddie, I wouldn't have understood. Two, why the hell would Gabriella do and say those things? Three… three…. Ahh- Nevermind. I don't have a third thing." I replied to him nonchalantly. He automatically raised an eyebrow in my direction.
"I know the first and third part, but the second thing is exactly what I'm thinking about." He stated looking down at his old tennis shoes.
"What? Why… did our little Gabby do those things or something?" He simply nodded at me. I found this very amusing, and started cracking up right on the spot.
"Ha- ha- HAHAHA. Are you serious? Like Gabriella would actually do any of those things. How could you say that Troy? Come on. She's Gabriella." he shrugged as if it was something normal.
"Maybe it's because of this?" he said, as he stopped walking, and took out the tape recorder from his backpack, and pressed the play button. I just stood there, pretty sure that shock was evident to my facial expression. Before I could response, or much less say anything else, another voice interrupted me.
"That's not Gabriella." The voice stated. Troy and I turned around to see Kelsi standing there, softly shaking her head. "It can't be." She stated before she walked away. I looked over at Troy, and saw that he was about to go to her, but I pulled him back before he could.
"Don't dude. Let Jason take care of it later." I told him.
"So…" he started, as I interrupted him before he could open his mouth again.
"I can't believe that she said those things man." I said, with both anger, and sadness boiling inside of me.
"I know Chad. How did you think I felt when Melanie played me that tape?" Troy replied.
I definitely didn't have a response for him that time, I just started walking again. I heard Troy sigh, as to what I guessed, was him following suit to me. We were walking to the diner in complete silence. When we got there, I decided to speak up, and say something.
"We've got to tell the others." I stated before walking inside. I looked around, with clear anger, desperately trying to find our friends
I just couldn't believe it. After Troy had played that tape, I got so riled up. Nobody talks about my friends, and mane that way. Not even my so called little sister. I walked into the diner, to see Taylor, Sharpay, Zeke, and Ryan sitting on our usual booth. I sighed. I don't know how they're going to take this. Especially if the dissing came from one of our own. I reached the table, I sat down beside her, as I opened my mouth ready to tell them, but Taylor started to talk.
"Did you hear about what Gabriella did to Melanie, and called us?" she asked, throwing me into complete and utter shock.
"Yeah, I know. Wait, how'd you hear?" I asked curiously.
"Melanie just came in here a couple of minutes ago. She told us everything, and played that tape. Kelsi ran out, with this emotionless expression, and Jason followed." She replied, as I looked around, and saw that everyone else just sat there, with mad expressions. There was a very uncomfortable silence in the air. I looked over at Sharpay, who had a very angry look on her face.
"Ehh, Shar? What are you thinking about?" I asked the now fuming blonde.
"Oh nothing. Just the fact that our ex-best friend betrayed all of us, and hurt our new friend." She said. I was about to cut in, but she cut me off instead. "AND how she blew up on me yesterday. AND how she is a complete and total bitch. I can't believe that we were ever friends with her!!" she yelled furiously, catching everybody off guard. Everyone winced at her venomous voice. Nobody had ever gotten her that mad before…
Gabriella's POV- (The Next Day)
I am in such a cruddy mood right now. It's 7:45 in the morning, and I still have a ten minute distance before I get to school, which will make me late, and grab me detention. I had wanted to go the Scholastic Decathlon, but I woke up late. My stupid alarm clock broke. I need to do my laundry, and still no phone calls from any of the gang. I can't believe that I had been in such a great mood yesterday.
I had spent the whole day, with my father, and mother. We had a great time together, just enjoying each other's company. I had gotten close to cutting myself again after my dad had reminded me about their trip. But I held out until the moment that I had gone home. When I got there, Cameron had called again, just to make sure that I was okay. I swear sometimes, my cousin can be so overprotective. But I was glad that he called. An hour on the phone with him can do you wonders.
After I had hung up with him, I decided to get my house ready for the weekly girl's night out. It was my turn to host it. I waited for hours, and hours, but none of the girls showed up. I even check my cell phone multiple times to see if any of the others had excuses to why they didn't show up. Surprisingly, whenever I checked it, there wasn't anything different. No texts, no voice mails, no missed calls, no nothing.
I was so deep in thought that I didn't notice that I had already reached East High. I walked in, hoping to see one of my friends inside. I sighed as I looked around frantically, trying to find them. I dropped off my books into my locker, and tried to find them again. Five minutes later, I finally spotted Sharpay, Taylor, and Kelsi walking through the halls, near homeroom. I smiled, as I ran up to them.
"Hey Guys." I greeted them, but all I got in return, was a scoff from Sharpay. I was a little taken aback by this, but I decided to ignore it.
"Where were you guys yesterday?" I asked.
"Out." Taylor muttered. I raised eyebrows in confusion.
"Umm, Hello!? Shar, Tay, Kels, we had plans yesterday remember? You know, Girls' Night Out, the weekly thing between the four of us?" I asked them as they stopped abruptly, and turned around to face me.
"Exactly, we had plans. It was before you showed us who you really are." Sharpay spat at me coldly, as Taylor glared at me, while Kelsi just stood there.
"Excuse me? What do you mean before I showed you who I really am?" I asked, trying to match her icy tone, but desperately failing because of the fear that I might've lost my best friends for no reason. This time, Taylor spoke up.
"Well, I don't want to come off as being a stupid know-it-all. But you should know what you did you slut." She said angrily. "Oh, and by the way Montez. Sharpay's not a blonde priss. My lovely boyfriend does not need a therapist nor does he need a haircut. And, Ryan? He doesn't even like you that way, hoe-bag." She finished coldly. She and Sharpay then stomped off into homeroom, as Kelsi hesitantly followed, only to look at me with questioning and sad eyes before she did.
What the hell are they talking about? God, this is just a great day so far, isn't it?
I walked inside after them, about ready to question what they'd just said. I was about to confront them, but the bell rang. I just took a front row seat instead. I was glad that it was open seating, but slightly saddened that my friends are mad at me for doing whatever I did. I turned around to look at them hoping to get an answer, but all I got, was a bunch of angry glares. I sighed deeply, before turning around in my seat again.
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The next couple of periods were the longest that I've ever experienced. In every class, I had at least two pairs of disappointed and angry eyes glaring at me. When the time came for free period, I was so relieved. For once, I had wanted to go to cheerleading practice. I was thinking that dancing around the gym, might relieve some of this stress, and tension in my body.
After the bell had rang signaling the end of fourth period, I walked out of AP Calculus, and went to my locker. I threw my books in, not really caring where they would land. I took out a water bottle and my gym bag and I walked into the locker room to change. After I had changed into my gym uniform, I looked in the mirror, and saw that you could still see the cutting scars on my wrists. I frowned; I suddenly started to miss the sensation that the razor would give me when I pierced it through my skin. I sighed as I took out tore two pieces of my towel, to wrap them around each wrist. I couldn't afford to have someone see them. I walked out into the gym, to see the rest of the cheerleading squad already cheering without me.
"What are you guys doing? You guys don't usually start practice without me." I said, slightly hurt. They all looked at me disappointed, matching the looks that the rest of the gang had given me all day. Melissa, my co-captain came up to me.
"Umm. Err…" she looked behind her, as the rest of the girls motioned for her to continue. She took a deep breath. "Gabriella? I don't know how to tell you this, but you're not our captain anymore, much less on the squad." She said backing away slightly afraid of what I would do. I just stared at her wide eyed.
"What? But I've been captain with you since freshman year. You can't get rid of a captain unless…" I started, as she cut me off. "Sorry Gabs, we voted you off the squad. All of us did." Melissa stated.
Audrey, another girl on the team spoke up. "You're no longer welcomed here. You can come whenever, but not during free period. You can't cheer with us anymore Gabriella." I stood there, staring at them completely dumbfounded and confused.
"O-oh. Okay. I get it." I shook my head, as I spoke again, and forced a completely fake smile on my face. "That's fine. I…I gotta go anyway. Good luck on the basketball game next week." I said, as I quickly walked out of the gym, and ran up to the secret spot that Troy and I had found a couple of years ago.
I looked out at the scenery, as multiple tears fell from my eyes. I couldn't believe it. I had lost my closest friends, and my captaincy of the cheerleading squad both on the same day. And I still don't know how, or why. I started to sob, as I started to shake. Even more tears fell from my eyes. I started to take deep breath trying calm myself. After a long while, I finally stopped.
I quickly wiped my tears, and went back down into the hallways. I walked into the locker room, and changed again. I took my bag with me, and left the school shortly afterwards. I couldn't take the enormous amount of pressure or pain anymore. I have to release it again. I just have to. I sighed as I started to walk home.
When I finally arrived at my house, I looked through the window, and saw that my parents were inside. I looked down at my watch, and saw that it was only 2:00. I sighed I started to go towards the backyard. If I had gone in my parents would've yelled at me. They know better than to believe that there was another 'half day' at East High.
With a small distance left towards the top, I carefully placed my bag on the balcony, and climbed over it. I opened the door, and walked into my room. I looked through the drawer under my desk, and found what I was looking for. I took out the razor, and my diary. I went inside my bathroom, and locked the door shut.
Tears started to pour from my eyes as I opened my locket, and unlocked my diary. My hands were trembling as I started to write.
"My life is rotting to become a living hell. My parents and Isabella are leaving tomorrow, instead of Saturday! My alarm clock broke this morning. I didn't get to go to the scholastic decathlon meeting. All of my friends are mad at me for no fucking reason. All they ever do is glare at me, or give me this damn disappointed look. I also got kick off the cheerleading squad. I don't get it at all. What happened to my oh-so-perfect life?!?"
I didn't even both writing out "-Gabriella." like I usually did. I looked at my writing, and saw that it looked messy, and was smudged with all of my tears. I sighed as I closed my diary, and locked it. I took the razor, and positioned myself over the sink again, as I cut myself, deeper than ever. I grimaced when the metal came in contact with my wrist. As blood started to pour out, I felt even more relief than last time. I switched hands, and cut my other wrist even deeper than before. It just felt so right. I only feel this feeling when I throw up, or cut myself. I took a deep breath before cutting deep again, up my arm, all the way to my elbow, on both arms. An immense amount of blood came rushing out, as I started to feel more pleasure. But my vision was starting to blur. Soon I fell onto the floor, everything went black.
I was awoken by a loud knock on the door. My eye flew open, and I saw that I was on the floor of my bathroom, all covered in blood. The knocking started up again, when I rolled onto back to get up, I felt a sharp pain. I looked down, and saw that the side of my waist was stabbed by the razor, and bleeding. I carefully took out the razor, as the knocking became louder. Tears started to fill my eyes, temporarily blurring my vision, as I clutched my side trying to stop the blood from making a bigger mess.
"Gabriella… Gabriella!!! Are you in there honey?" Came my mother's terrified voice. I sat up, and took in a lot of deep and quiet breaths desperately trying to make the searing pain go away before trying to respond.
"Y-yeah Mom. I was just.. I was just taking a bath… and I guess I fell asleep in here." I replied, my voice slightly shaking.
"Oh okay. Don't do that to me again Gabriella. I thought that something was seriously wrong." She stated.
"I'm so sorry." I said quietly. But she didn't hear me.
"When did you get home honey? Earlier, I had to go pick up your father from the hospital around 3. I was waiting for you, but you know your old man, he's very impatient." She said giggling slightly. "After I got him out of there, we had to go out, and get the plane tickets to get ready for tomorrow… You know the trip to New York.." She said. My heart fell to the pit of my stomach.
"I-it's fine Mom. Don't worry about it. Will you at least stay here the rest of the night before you guys leave tomorrow afternoon?" I asked, not really wanting to here the answer.
"I'm sorry Gabi, but we have to go to the hospital to get your Dad's medicine, and one last check up. Then we have another meeting with the Greens and Evans for our trip later tonight. We're taking your car if you don't mind." Before I could respond, she started to talk again. "Oh, and Gabi, can you do me a favor, and stay home tonight? The Bolton's should be bringing Izzy back tonight. And we certainly don't want her to stay home alone." She finished.
"Yeah, but you're willing to let me stay alone?" I murmured under my breath.
"What was that Gabi?" My eyes widened in shock that she might've heard me.
"Oh nothing Mom. Go, have fun. I'll talk to you later. I- I've got to finish my bath."
"Okay. We'll see you soon." she said softly.
"Love you mom." I could just feel her smiling on the other side of the door.
"I love you too Gabriella." she responded as she walked out of my room. I sighed out of relief when I saw that the bleeding had stopped. I stood up, and looked in the mirror, almost terrified of what I saw at this point.
My face was extremely pale, and thin. You could see both of my cheek bones more than usual. My hair had less color, and shine to it. My eyes were bloodshot, and had huge bags under them. Both of my arms were scarred, and scabbed. My shirt that I was wearing had a huge blood stain on it. I looked around my entire bathroom, and saw that it was covered in my blood.
I took a look at the clock above the toilet, and saw that it was only 4. I sighed as I took off my clothes, and turned on the water. I stepped into the bathtub, and let out a small scream, when I felt the pain rise towards my arms, and my side. Soon enough, the pain subsided, and I just sat there, letting the water run.
After about a half an hour of soaking, I finally got up, and decided to go to work. I wanted to show up, and ask Jim (A/N: The manager.), for the week off, or at least until the gang will tell me what I did! I wrapped a towel around my body. I took a couple of scrubs, and sponges, and ridded my entire bathroom of my blood. I threw them away, and picked up my diary, and razor. I opened the door, and went inside my room.
I put them back into the drawer, and got changed into my uniform. I threw on a long sleeved shirt and a hoodie just to be sure that no one would see the cuts. I went back into my bathroom, and pinched both of my cheeks to get some color into them. But when that didn't work, I just put on a whole bunch of blush. When I had looked presentable, I went to my dresser to get my keys and cell phone.
I looked up at my dresser and saw a picture of the whole gang, and me in it. The picture took place on Freshman year. We had agreed to meet up at my house in the morning, and then we'd all walk to school together, and face whatever East High has to shoot us. But before we could leave, my parents had insisted that we took a group picture.
Everyone looked so happy in it. It was a pure one, no one's smile was forced. I focused my attention to me and Troy, who stood in the middle. He had his arm around my waist, as I had mine around his neck. We were both smiling brightly. I then looked at my own face, and asked myself. Where's that Gabriella? The one who would always smile, and would definitely not cut herself? I sighed as I took what I needed and I answered my own question. She's gone, along with all of that pain that she was carrying.
Nobody's POV- (At the diner)
Gabriella walked into the Peanut Diner, head hanging low, hands stuffed into her pockets, and her hood on top of her head. The moment she walked six steps inside, she bumped into someone. She looked up, and saw that she was faced with a very angry Jim, hovering over her, and glaring at her. She looked at the clock hanging on the wall behind him, and sighed.
"I'm sorry I'm la-" before she could finish her apology, Jim cut her off.
"What are you doing here!?" he yelled ferociously as she stared at him in confusion.
"What do you mean? It's my shift right now." She answered softly, not wanting to attract attention towards the two.
"No it's not! I told you already. If anyone disrespects me, I'll fire them! And, seeing how I'm such a a-hole, you're fired! It's as simple as that!" he exclaimed angrily.
"What the hell are you talking about?!" she responded, her own anger building up inside her. He snorted before responding to her.
"You know damn well what I'm talking about Gabriella." Jim said calmly.
"What? Is this all some huge, cruel joke? If it is, then I'm not laughing. I don't even know what I did to everyone that made them shun, and ignore me!!" she yelled as tears started to build up in her eyes and her voice started to break. "Why is everyone so mad at me?" she said quietly, as a couple of tears made their way down her face. His heart started to break at the sight of such a sweet girl crying in front of him. He took a couple of steps back, as his face softened.
"I'm not mad at you Gabriella, just really disappointed." He responded, before walking away.
Gabriella just stood there, as hot salty tears came rushing down her cheeks. She shook her head sadly before walking out of the diner. When she stood outside, she looked up at the sun that was slowly setting down below the horizon. She took her sleeve, and wiped her tears away. Her make up faded along with the tears, showing her paleness. As she was wiping, her sleeve shifted forward and backward, revealing her cuts that were all over her arms. Being so caught up in her thoughts, she didn't notice the auburn hair-colored girl with small framed glasses standing across from her.
Just a mere eight feet away from Gabriella, Kelsi was staring intensely at her friend's cuts, and paleness. Thoughts of horror ran through her mind. She thought that Gabriella's parents had become abusive, but she knew better than that. The Montez's loved everyone. They were nice and very friendly. So she ruled out all of the possibilities that someone else was doing this to her. The thought of her friend doing that to her self had seemed impossible for a moment, until it became the only reasonable explanation. Her eyes widened at the realization that Gabriella is doing this to herself.
"It can't be…" she murmured under her breath.
By the time that Kelsi had decided to go and confront Gabriella, she noticed that Gabriella wasn't there anymore. She sighed as she went inside the Peanut Diner. She didn't know what she should at this new discovery. She didn't even know if her acusations were true or not. All she knew was that Gabriella was getting hurt, and if she's in depression, as Kelsi thought, she could possibly even commit suicide if anything else were to get her even more depressed.
Troy's POV- (A couple of hours later)
I sat down on the couch, watch Isabella, and Daniel, my little brother play around. He's around four years old. But he's very bright. I usually go to him for my problems. Though that does sound lame, he does help me out. Even though all he does is nod, or say my name and random things, or just stare at me. I would always smile at his innocence. He doesn't really know what's going on. So generally, he's always happy. He's been quite happy that Isabella's been staying her for about a week. The two are inseparable.
But they have to separate from each other tonight. My parents are making me drop Isabella off at the Montez's house. My parents have been visiting someone at the hospital all week, and Gabriella's parents couldn't come over for whatever lame reason. So Iz, was my responsibility for the night.
I looked up at the clock on the wall, and saw that it was 9 o'clock. I was almost certain that Gabriella would be home now, so I decided to take Isabella over now. I told the two to go get their jackets, as they did, I went to go get the bag of Isabella's things that she brought over, and packed it. When the two came running over to me, and almost tackling me down, I started to laugh as I led them outside and towards Brie's house.
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When we got to their house, it was pitch dark outside. There weren't any lights on at all. I sighed wondering if she had gone to sleep already, or she's just not home yet. I took them towards the door, as I knocked on it. After a couple minutes of knocking, I got frustrated, and I opened the door with the emergency key the Montez's had trusted me with. I took the two inside, and upstairs to Isabella's room. I was looking around, trying to see if anyone was home at all.
I had just dropped off Isabella in her room, along with Daniel, telling them to stay still while I went to see if Gabriella was in her room. I slowly walked down the hall, as I looked inside her room. It was pitch dark, you couldn't see a thing, except for the light coming from the bathroom door. I walked over, and looked inside. The scene unfolding in front of me, scared me so badly that if I were to wet my pants, I wouldn't have noticed. Brie, my Brie was sobbing hysterically, and sitting on the floor.
She ghostly pale and thin, her wrists were both bleeding. On her arms, were multiple cuts, her blood was smudged all over the place. On both of her arms, her clothing, and all over the rug she was sitting on. I looked over at the sink, it was covered in blood. And there I saw the dreaded thing, a sharp blood-stained razor sitting on the side of the sink, still wet and dripping with her blood. I just stood there wide eyed, and dumbfounded looking at her. It can't be... I thought. I stood there up to the point where I couldn't take it anymore, I ran. I ran into the kids' room, and saw that they were both playing some hand game. Normally, I would smile at the sight, but all I could think about was Gabriella.
I didn't know what to do. Should I tell her parents? Should I confront her about it? Should I even tell her that I saw that? Or should I just act like nothing happened, and I didn't see anything? What do I do?!? I have no clue. All I know is that Gabriella Montez is cutting herself, and doing other things that I dread. I thought as I sat down on the floor.
I made my choice. I was going to go back, knock on the door, and see if she say anything aobut it. I sighed as I made my way back towards her room. I went close towards the bathroom, and stood in front of it.
"G- Gabriella? I- I… uh brought Izzy over. Could you come out?" I said nervously looking down at my feet.
"Troy?" came her muffled response.
"Yeah Brie. It's me."
"Hold on a second." Was her response before a lot of shuffling was heard. I waited on the other side of the door for a while until the door opened, revealing a much better looking Gabriella than I had seen before. I looked at her confusedly.
Did I really see what I thought I saw?
"What?" she asked curiously.
Whoa. Did Gabriella fix herself up that fast? Or was Troy hallucinating? Hah, you should know the answer to that.
Don't really have anything to say down here. Just hope that you enjoyed it, and the next chapter will be up soon enough. :) Have a good one! Sorry for any mistakes, blah blah blah. Oh, and remember to review! :P
-Ilyilyx3
Sneak Peak-
Cameron's POV-
School had just ended for me. It was an okay day, nothing unusual. I was walking up the pathway to my house, when I felt a sudden vibration in my pocket. I hurried up the steps, and sat down at on one of the chairs my mother had insisted we put outside for whenever we wanted to do some family star gazing. I set down my backpack, and took out my phone. I saw Gabriella's picture, and smiled. I pressed the accept button, and greeted her.
"Hey Ellie!" I waited for a response, but all I heard was sniffling and sobbing. My smiled faded quickly.
"El?" I asked worriedly.
"C-c-cameron…767…" she replied through her tears. My eyes widened at the sound of our special distress code we had made up long ago.
"I'll catch a flight and be there soon Ellie. Please don't cry." I pleaded her as she started to hiccup.
"Okay. C-come s-soon Cam. Bye…" She replied, as she hung up the phone. I went inside, and started to call the airport, to grab the next earliest flight to Albuquerque…
Yay! Super Cameron comes to the rescue. Wonder if he'll be any help…