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I am so sorry that it took so long! Two words. Writer's. Block.

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Chapter 5: Complicated.

(Gabi's POV)

I got the mother the supply list and turned around, and looked straight into those ocean blue eyes I fell for eleven years ago. ((They started going out two years before the story started))

He stood up and walked over to me, "Gabi?" he asked.

"It's Miss Montez," I hissed.

"Sorry, Miss Montez. How have you been?" he asked smiling.

"Fine," I lied. I wasn't about to look or act like I wanted to see him. Even though I knew this was the moment I had been waiting for since we broke up.

Troy looked around awkwardly.

"So…um…do you have any paper work I need?" he asked.

I blushed slightly at this, I had been so distracted by him I had forgotten that I was a teacher and he was a parent.

I turned around and got a supply list, not letting him see my pink cheeks, and turned back around.

"There you go," I said. I so wished that he would go back to Alexander's desk. But did he? No. He leaned up against the desk and smiled his amazing smile. Gosh; this must be payback for eating dirt when I was little.

"So, Kindergarten teacher, huh? I thought you wanted to be a scientist," he said.

I sighed. "Yeah, well, I found I really like kids," I said in a monotone. I wasn't about to let this guy back in my life again.

Troy frowned. He looked like he was about to say something, when a boy that looked almost exactly like him came up. He had the same hair, same face, the only thing that was different was that he had chocolate brown eyes.

"Hi!" he said excitedly, "Are you Miss Mon…Mon…," he said struggling with my name.

I giggled and bent down until I was at his eye level, "I'm Miss Montez, but you can call me Miss M," I said.

He smiled the exact same smile that captured my heart that New Years Eve eleven years ago.

"So, where are your parents?" I asked pretending I didn't realize he looked exactly like Troy.

"This is my daddy!" he said excitedly. "My mommy went away," he said, his expression turning depressed.

I felt my heart drop, "Oh, I'm sorry," I said sincerely.

Alexander leaned up against Troy's leg and buried his face in his leg.

I stood up, "I'm sorry, I didn't," Troy interrupted me.

"It's fine. You didn't know," he said picking up Alexander. "Right buddy?" he asked.

Alexander looked up and smiled, "Yeah," he said.

"It's still a sore subject," he whispered to me.

"I imagine it is. I remember when my parents divorced, I couldn't talk about it either, and I was twelve," I said.

Troy smiled, "Then you'll probably be the perfect teacher for Alex," he said.

I nodded, "I'll try," I said.

Troy smiled.

I giggled.

Wait. Stop. Rewind. Freeze. WHAT AM I DOING?! I am being nice to him! This was not part of the plan! I can't let him into my life! All it can lead to is trouble.

Troy looked down at his watch, "Wow, we better go. It's almost eight," he said.

YES! Thank you, thank you, thank you!

"Okay, I'll see you on Monday, Alexander," I said to him.

He smiled and waved as Troy walked out of the room.

Thirty minutes after Troy left, I was in Taylor's room talking. More like I was talking and she was listening.

"And then I was nice to him! I mean, this can't happen again! I refuse to let it happen again!" I exclaimed, pacing.

"GABRIELLA!" she exclaimed, finally getting me to stop.

"What?" I asked finally standing in one spot.

"Just because you are nice to Troy, doesn't mean that you guys are gonna get married!" she exclaimed.

"You can just be friends, you know that right?" she asked, sitting down at one of the tables.

I sat down across from her, "Yeah, but it what if we become more friends, and I find out he hasn't changed?!" I asked.

"Gabi. You aren't eighteen anymore! You are a grown woman, he is a grown man, with a five year old son, I might add. NO ONE can have a five year old son and believe everything they see or hear," she pointed out.

I sighed, "But I don't want to be friends or more than friends, or acquaintances, or anything like that! I want to go back to my nice, safe, life. Before he came back!" I exclaimed.

Taylor sighed, "Gabi, your life couldn't stay the same forever! Something was bound to happen sooner or later that was going to shake it up," she said.

"But why?" I asked, "Why can't someone's life just stay the way they like it?"

"I don't know…maybe it was fate," she said.

Fate. FATE?! Yeah right! More like payback! I mean, how is it fate that someone I hate with every bone in my body come back in my life because of fate?!

"I hate fate," I muttered slamming my head on the table.

Taylor sighed. I could tell she was exasperated.

"What?" I asked picking my head up.

"Gabi. You don't hate fate. I don't even believe you hate Troy," she said.

"Yes I do!" I exclaimed.

"Then why are you making such a big deal out of this?" she asked.

"Because I don't want him back in my life!" I exclaimed.

"See? Look, if you really hated Troy. You wouldn't care less about him!" she exclaimed.

"What are you talking about?" I asked. This makes NO sense whatsoever! What does she mean I wouldn't care less about him? Is there a saying about this? Like 'Caring is Hating' or 'To Care is to Hate'. Well, it could work! Okay…maybe not.

"Remember that teacher that was your neighbor last year?" she asked.

I nodded, still not seeing the point.

"How many times did you talk about her?" she asked.

"Hardly ever," I said.

"And did you hate her?" she asked.

"No. I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really disliked her," I said.

"Gabi," she said looking at me.

I looked down, "Fine. I did hate her," I said.

"See the difference?" she asked.

I looked around. I knew she was right. But I wasn't about to admit it, even though he was all I thought about. My first thought in the morning, and the last thought at night, and every other thought in between. I couldn't go anywhere without seeing something that reminded him of me. It's complicated. I wanted to hate him. I desperately wanted to hate him. But I couldn't.

"Not really," I lied.

Taylor sighed, "Fine. But sooner or later, you need to realize that not only can life stay the same, but you can't lie to anyone. Especially yourself," she said.

She sighed and packed up her stuff.

I followed her as she walked out the door. I leaned against the wall.

"Its complicated," I muttered.

I walked out to the car, and went home, thinking of nothing except the lunkhead basketball star.

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