I feel bad.
I really do.
The whole Troyella break up and Emily worrying wasn't my idea. And I forgot to give credit! (Err...okay? -Jordan)
I'm lame. Anyways, Princess Of Stories is so awesome! I mean she's so freaking awesome! She gave the idea when I had SERIOUS writer's block.
Anyways, she's awesome! I give her much credit and much love!
And you know, I was reading a story and somehow I came upon the HSM fanfic awards. Allyn is jealous. Allyn's fanfics look bad compared to them.
Grr.
Onwards with 19! (Finally. -Jordan)
"Emster," Chad looked at her as her eyes filled with tears.
Emily was speechless, but her thoughts were racing.
"Over? No, I must have heard him wrong. They can't be 'over'," her thoughts continued to rant on and on…
She turned and ran into her room, locking the door in the process.
Journal,
What do I do now?
-- Em
"Em, stop being all mope-y. Gabriella and I are over, not you and Chad."
"Yet," she grumbled from her seat at the counter.
"Oh please, Em. Don't tell me you're reconsidering…"
"I'm just…not sure anymore, okay?"
"WHY?!"
"You guys were the strongest couple EVER, and now, you're over! What am I supposed to think?"
"Em, you and Chad broke up…twice!"
"Third time's the charm," she muttered.
"EMILY KATHERINE BOLTON!"
"Stop acting like Daddy."
"Don't end things with Chad just because Gabriella and I have problems."
Emily didn't respond, but simply walked back up to her room and slid down to the floor, tears silently streaming down her face.
She was so confused, so hurt, and so lost. She crawled into her bed and had a restless night.
School the next morning wasn't the easiest for the Bolton siblings. Emily was exhausted and upset; Troy was depressed and bombarded with questions and flirts and telephone numbers. He was single again; back to being the boy all the girls hit on.
"No, Sarah, I'm not available for a date tomorrow. Please just leave me alone!" Troy shooed another cheerleader off and turned around to face Emily.
"Sarah?" Emily questioned, referring to his latest flirts.
"Try the whole cheerleading squad," Troy replied.
Emily closed her locker quietly. Troy studied his sister's face. He shivered as he thought of what it reminded him of: her time at the hospital. She contained that dead-like quality again.
Her face was pale, her eyes had dark circles under them, and her expression was mostly…blank.
"Em, you okay?" he asked her as they began to walk down the hall.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah. I'm fine," she shook herself out of her trance-like state.
"Maybe you should go home," Troy suggested.
"No, I'm fine, Troy."
"You sure?"
"Positive," she turned into her first period class.
Emily and Chad were the only two at the table. Natalie and Ryan went to eat lunch outside; Troy was in their dad's office; and the rest of the gang had stayed away at Gabriella's request. Gabriella had seen the way Emily had been, and she thought maybe at lunch her and Chad could talk.
However, Gabriella's plan wasn't working. Emily was completely silent, writing in her journal. Chad looked on silently.
"Emster, are we okay?" Chad finally broke the silence.
"Hmm?" Emily kept writing.
"Emily, can you pay attention to me for like five minutes?" Chad was starting to get angry. She spent all her free time closed up in that journal. It was almost as if he was pushed to the side.
"Sorry," she closed the journal and placed it in front of her on the table, "What were you saying?"
"I was asking if we were okay, but lately, I don't know. It seems like that journal knows more about you than I do, and it's an INANIMATE OBJECT!"
Emily looked down at his words. They stung, but she knew they were right.
"It makes me wonder if we're really okay. I mean, inanimate object, or your boyfriend? Gee, which one should know more?" Chad said sarcastically.
"Chad, that's not fair," she said quietly.
"It's not fair to leave me out of your life, Em."
"I'm sorry!"
"Are we okay, Emster?" he grabbed her hand.
Emily closed her eyes and sighed deeply. "I think so…"
"THINK?! Emster, are you that unsure of us?"
"I'M NOT SURE OF ANYTHING ANYMORE!" Emily stood and began to gather her things.
"Emster, I'm sorry," Chad said as she left the table and walked out of the cafeteria.
Chad then noticed something on the lunch table.
The journal.
"Mom! I'm home!" Chad called through the house. He walked into the kitchen to see a note attached to the refrigerator.
Gone to the store, then on my date.
Leftovers in the refrigerator!
Love,
Mom
Chad shrugged and dumped his bookbag in his room. He unzipped it and pulled out Emily's journal.
He didn't 'steal' it, exactly. He had perfect intentions of giving it back to her. However, Emily had avoided him the rest of the day; he had no chance!
Chad stared at it. He debated on opening it or not. It was an invasion of privacy, but something was up with Emily, and he should know, right?
He moved towards it, then jumped back from it. He repeated this many times before finally collapsing on his bed next to it.
Chad turned his head and stared at the journal. He finally reached over and opened it and flipped to the latest entry.
Journal,
Again I ask you: What do I do now?
Should I completely give up on love? Because, right now, that's what I feel like doing.
I look at Gabriella, then I look at Troy, and you just see the same look of sadness on their faces. THEY BELONG TOGETHER FOR PETE'S SAKE!
I just keep wondering if that's how Chad and I are going to end up; Each of us having the same pathetic and sad looks on our faces. I don't want that to happen.
Unfortunately, I think Chad's getting mad at me. I can't help it that I'm scared!
And giving up.
Wait, I'm not giving up! Chad's a great guy, and I can't give up on him! I can't hurt him like that!
But, I think I'm already hurting him.
Why is it every time I write in this stinking journal, I feel worse about myself?
GRR!
Until next time,
EmChad felt guilt surge through his body. Not only had he invaded Emily's privacy, but he yelled at her, and all she was doing was worrying about him. Chad suddenly had an idea.
He knew how to fix this.
"We have to get them back together!" Emily said to Natalie.
"Em, they are going through a rough spot. Just let them work it out themselves," Natalie replied casually as she filed her nails.
"HELLO?! THEY AREN'T GOING TO WORK IT OUT THEMSELVES! THEY ARE OBLIVIOUS!"
"I'm serious, Em. Interfering will only make things worse!"
"I can't sit here and watch two soul mates waste their lives away with other people who are completely and totally wrong for them!"
"Calm down. They will work it out, I know they will," Natalie continued to file her nails.
"Easy for you to say. You and Ryan are doing perfectly!"
"I know, isn't it great?!" Natalie giggled.
"NATALIE! CAN YOU FOCUS FOR LIKE FIVE SECONDS?!"
"Emily, you seriously need to take a chill pill."
Emily sighed and plopped back on her bed. "I'm not doing so good, Nat."
"What's wrong? Nightmares?"
"No," she sighed, "I think Chad and I are coming to another end."
"EMILY!"
"WHAT?!" she bolted up.
"You will NOT break up with Chad just because Gabriella and Troy aren't thinking clearly!"
"He's mad at me."
"No, he's not!"
"We had a fight at lunch. He hates me. End of story."
"Chad could NEVER hate you!"
"He certainly doesn't act that way…"
"That's a lie and you know it, Em!"
Emily's only response was a deep sigh. She closed her eyes and a tear rolled down her cheek.
"Em, have you-," Troy walked in the room, but stopped as soon as he saw his crying sister, "What's wrong?!"
"Nothing," she turned her head away from him.
"Em, don't lie to me."
"What did you come in here for?" Emily said, trying to change the subject.
"Have you seen my keys?"
"On the kitchen counter," Emily sighed, "What do you need them for?"
"I'm going to talk to Gabriella."
"Good luck!" Natalie called to him as he walked downstairs.
Emily gave her a look that said 'You idiot'.
"What?! He needs it!" she replied.
Emily rolled her eyes and plopped back on the bed with a huge sigh.
"Hi," Troy stood in front of Gabriella.
"Hi," she replied shyly.
"Can we talk?"
Gabriella looked at him for a moment, as if testing him, but finally moved aside to let him in.
"What do you want to talk about, Troy?" she said.
"About us," he sat on a small couch in the Montezs' sitting room.
"There is no more 'us', Troy."
"And it's my fault! I'm sorry, Gabriella. I truly am," he stood close to her.
"Sorry won't fix it, Troy."
"Please, Gabriella, don't be like this."
"I'll be however I want."
"EM AND CHAD ARE FALLING APART BECAUSE OF US!"
"…What?"
"Yeah, some kind of fight or something. I don't know all the details," Troy turned to face the window.
"I don't think it's our fault."
"Oh really? They were completely fine, until you decided to dump me!"
"Maybe if you had actually cared about me, I wouldn't have dumped you!"
"I DO CARE!"
"You have a funny way of showing it," she crossed her arms.
"So, because I wanted to escape all the drama, and the stereotyping, and the pressure of being the star basketball player, that makes me the bad guy?"
Gabriella remained silent.
"Yeah, I thought that's what your answer would be," he scoffed, "Whatever, Gabriella."
Troy left the house.
I think this is one of my favorite chapters. But, gosh, only one more left! (AND THEN A SEQUEL! YAYYYYYYY! -Jordan)
Isn't that depressing? Yes, yes it is. (Err...it is? I thought we guaranteed them at least 2 more stories? -Jordan)
Last chapter will be pure fluffle! PURE FLUFFLE! Can't wait to start writing it! (I can't wait to read it before all of you do! Haha -Jordan)
But yes, sorry Princess of Stories for not crediting! I have terrible memory problems! Haha. (Mhmm, she does. Allyn FORGETS ABOUT ME constantly. -Jordan)
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