Chapter 14: Leave Us Alone

I've gotten a lot of reviews about how you like my quick updates. I'm glad. I love writing and I have so many ideas that if I don't go ahead and write the next chapter, I forget what I wanted to happen!

Ok, If I don't finish this author's note then I'm going to forget what I wanted to happen. So, here we go! (Haha, she repeated herself! -Jordan)

"TROY ALEXANDER BOLTON!" Emily screamed at him at the lunch table.

"Em, I'm right here. And you promised never to say my full name in public!" he hissed.

"YOU. ME. NOW!" she grabbed his shirt and dragged him up the stairs to the roof. Emily practically threw Troy into the bench. "WHY DID YOU SAY THAT STUFF ABOUT GABRIELLA?!" her voice was filled with pure rage.

The pigeons on the roof flew away at the sound of her voice. 'They know what to do,' Troy thought.

"WHAT?! I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT GABRIELLA!" Troy was, yet again, confused.

"Yes you did! You told the basketball team that she meant nothing to you. Care to explain, dear brother?" Sarcasm was dripping off of her voice at the last remark.

"Oh my God. She heard that?"

"Yeah. KINDA!" Emily began to pace back in forth in front of him.

"Whoa. She was totally not supposed to hear that."

"WHY DID YOU SAY IT IN THE FIRST PLACE!" Emily was practically spazzing out.

"Look. I didn't mean it. The guys were bugging me about the musical, so I just said something to get them to leave me alone. Chad—"

"Chad? He bugged you about Gabriella?"

'Crap,' Troy thought. "Well, yeah. Sorta. Kinda. Ok a lot. He thought I wasn't going to win the game if I was doing the musical with Gabriella."

"I'm sorry, Troy. Something just came up. I need to go kill someone, now," Emily began to walk off but Troy caught her arm.

"Em, please don't make a big deal out of this."

"Too late!" Emily tried to walk off again but Troy still had her arm.

"Remember what the doctor said, you need to keep your anxiety level DOWN."

"This isn't anxiety. This is Emily Bolton pissed at a certain Chad Danforth!" She broke free of his grip and stormed down the stairs. From the stairs she blew through the hallways and into the cafeteria. She made her way to Chad's lunch table.

The next thing Chad knew, he was being grabbed by his sweatshirt and thrown into the deserted hallway.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Emily pushed him against the lockers.

"What are you talking about?" Chad rubbed his shoulder.

"Your little scheme. In the locker room," Emily glared at him. The same glare that could turn boiling water to ice.

Chad shivered when he saw that look. "What sche-. Oooh."

"'Oooh' is right," Emily's fists tightened.

"You know," he laughed nervously. "You're really cute when you're angry like this."

"Shut up, Chad," she spat. Chad's eyes widened. She'd never been this angry before. "You're a filthy hypocrite. You said yourself Gabriella was good for Troy! Then you go and you do THIS? How dare you? Not only have you made both of them miserable, but you lied to them. Plus, I saw Troy shooting yesterday. He didn't make a single shot. Good luck winning your precious championship." She stormed off to her locker.

"Emily, wait." Chad ran after her.

"Go away," Emily kept walking

"Em, please. Listen to me."

Emily turned around. "I don't want to listen, Chad. I want you to just go ahead and leave Troy AND me alone. You've ruined our lives enough, don't you think?"

"I don't know what I did to make you so angry at me. But--" He stepped closer to her.

"But nothing. I mean it. Leave us alone, Danforth." With that, Emily stalked off angrily.

(JORDAN PLEASE DO NOT BOLD AND ITALICIZE THIS!! PUT A LINE!) (Heehee! -Jordan)

Hello Mon cheri :-)

-- Nat

Nat, you know I don't speak French. Besides, shouldn't you be paying attention in Algebra 2?

It means my darling. Goodness! Besides, why pay attention in Algebra 2 when you give me all the answers?

How can I give you the answers if I'm not paying attention either?

Touché

Shouldn't you be making this period the least bit productive?

I am! I taught you some French!

…I'm going to hold back on any mean comments I could say about you

Thank you

Anytime

So, I heard there was a fight with Chad

…I knew it

Knew what?

This couldn't be just a note for boredom's sake. It had to be about 'Chad'

Well, at least I got your hopes up a little before crushed it like a tiny bug :-)

I hate you

No you don't

Yes, I do

Whatever

Please go away now

This is a note. How can you go away with a note?

Stop replying

But why can't YOU stop replying?

Touché

HA! You wrote back…

Emily held the note up so Natalie could see it and crumpled it into a ball. She turned to Natalie and smiled sweetly. Natalie busted out laughing.

"Ms. Bolton. Ms. Goodwin. Is something funny about my teaching?" Mrs. Fria turned around.

"No, ma'am," the two girls answered in unison. Emily held back her snickers as she turned around and continued to teach the class.

"EMILY!" Troy ran into the house and tackled his sister in a hug.

"Nice to see you, too, Troy," she laughed.

"Gabriella forgave me! I don't know what you did, but it worked!"

"That's great!" Emily smiled big. Then she thought of her fight with Chad. Her smile slowly faded.

"Em, what's wrong?" Troy's smile faded, too.

"Nothing."

"Don't lie to me, Em. You know what happened last time."

"Yes, I'm perfectly aware of what happened last time, Troy," she retorted. He was, of course, referring to the series of lies that ultimately led to her hospital visit.

"Em, what's wrong?"

"Just a fight with Chad," she turned away.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Emily walked upstairs.

"Talk to me, Em," Troy followed her.

"There's nothing to talk about. I got mad. I yelled at him. End of story," she walked into her room.

"You seem pretty agitated for that to be the only thing on your mind," Troy leaned against her door frame.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" Emily absentmindedly flipped through her text books.

"Nope. I finished my practice for today."

"Well, maybe you should go make sure your showerhead approves," Emily teased.

"Ha. Ha. Ha," he replied.

"I know. I crack myself up."

"You crack your mirror when you look in it," Troy teased.

"Troy, you really shouldn't talk about yourself like that," Emily said in mock concern.

"That's it! You win! I'm going to Gabriella's," Troy walked down the stairs and out the front door.

Emily continued to flip through the text book for about five minutes. Suddenly, the door bell rang.

"Troy, you really need to remember your keys," she muttered under her breath as she walked down the stairs.

Emily opened the front door to find, not Troy, but Chad.

Before Emily could say anything, Chad took her in his arms and gave her a heartwarming kiss on the lips.

The End!

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