Hey, sorry i haven't been writing, it's just that, I'm not allowed on the computer, and my parents took and extra week off of work, so i couldn't write while they're here. And also, I've been busy with stuff. Anywho, here's the next chapter. R&R please. i don't know what the driving age is for the us... but let's say it's 16. and i own nothing in this chapter. and, the whole car part in this story is fiction. obviously. Oh, and if ever i put a flashback, it's always in 3rd person, and then back to whoever's POV after it's done. and i know, this one's basically a filler. i promise, next one will be better.
Chapter 5
It's Saturday, the day after the dance. I'm still tired, but Troy's coming to pick me up at around 1:00. I glanced at the clock. OH CRAP, it's 5 minutes to 1! I jolted out of bed and ran to the bathroom, getting my toothbrush, and brushing my teeth while I was looking for clothes to wear. I grabbed them and headed into the bathroom again to take a really quick shower, and change and stuff.
Then I came back out, and put my hair up into a ponytail, even if it was still wet. I grabbed my sling bag that contained my cell phone, my mp3 player, and my wallet off the bed and looked at myself in the mirror to see if I looked presentable. I was wearing my Tony Parker basketball jersey (picture in profile), and dark blue jeans with my Adidas shoes that I wore to school. I shrugged, and grabbed my sweater off my desk chair, just in case, and dashed downstairs. I just grabbed a handful of cereal, and ate it while I sat on the couch waiting for Troy.
I ate my cereal, and right when I put the last one in my mouth, the doorbell rang. I left a note for my mom, since I know she'll go ballistic if she doesn't know where I am, and went to the door. There stood Troy, wearing a black polo and dark blue jeans as well. Oh shit, we match, well sorta. Same colours. I smirked, I could have fun with this. "Hey, I know you like me, but it doesn't mean you have to wear the same colours to match."
I could've sworn I saw him blush, but I shrugged it off when I saw him smirk back at me. "Same goes for you, Brie. Oh, and I like the jersey, where'd you get it?" Haha, he sounds like a girl at the moment.
"Uhh, Reebok or something." I said as I locked the door.
"Oh, why did you get Tony Parker, for Spurs? I would've gotten Tim Duncan..." He said trailing off.
"Because Tony Parker is awesome. He's my favourite player in the whole NBA."
He nodded in understanding. We got to his car, which he parked down the street, and I have no idea why he would do that.
"OH BABY! YOUR CAR IS SEXY!" I exclaimed, entranced by it. It was a Grey Lamborghini Murcielago (picture in profile).
"You're not that bad yourself, honey." he joked.
"You know I don't mean it like that. How come I've never seen this car before?!"
"Uhm, no one has. Not even Chad, my best friend since I was born. You're lucky I'm showing it to you. And, I don't like using it at school, I'd rather walk."
"Why the fuck won't you use it at school? You could give me a ride, heh. But no, instead of using your insanely sexy car, you prefer to walk. Wait, I never knew you were rich." I said confused.
"Well, to answer both questions, I don't like the attention. And I already get enough attention because of my amazing looks." He said jokingly, while pushing his hair back, puffing out his chest, and putting his fists on his waist.
I just had to laugh at this. "But, what do they say when they go to your house... that's pretty much a mansion?"
"I say that we got it for a really good price." he said chuckling.
"Oh wow, but seriously, you should use it to get to and from school." I insisted. "And, I don't think you need much exercise."
"Haha, and neither do you. So, that's why I'll use it, and drive you to and from school as well. But right now, get your ass in the car." He said smiling, and went into the car, and I jumped up and down excitedly, then climbed in the car.
"YAY! Thank you!" I almost shouted, and hugged him tight, closed my eyes, and inhaled his scent. Whoa, I think I'm starting to like him... Or maybe, falling for him? Oh crap, I can't. He just sees me as a sister, best friend. He told me. But I can't help liking him. Fuck, I am falling for him.
Troy's POV
She's hugging me, tight. Wow, I feel like I'm in heaven. I've never felt like this before. I don't think I'm falling for her, I know I have already fallen in love, and really deep, too. But she only sees me as a friend, she told me yesterday.
Flashback
They were dancing and having a great time, then she told him she wanted to sit out on this one, because her feet needed a rest. They sat down on one of the many tables set up for the dance, and Troy went to get some punch for them. He came back with a glass in each hand, and said "Yo, don't drink too much punch. It's spiked. You can easily smell it."
Gabriella sniffed it. I was wreaking with alcohol. She took a little sip, and that's it. Then, out of the blue, she hugged Troy. He chuckled. "What was that for?"
"Nothing, just for being the most amazing guy ever." He grinned. "And for being the best friend ever." His grin faltered a bit, but he put it back on.
"As are you, not guy. Girl, and best friend." She smiled too.
'If only she knew how I really feel' he thought.
End Flashback.
I can't tell her, it will ruin our friendship. And there's no way in hell that I'll risk that. I guess this hug is the closest I'll get, so why not cherish it? So, I hugged her back, just as tight, and breathed the sweet smell that is of Gabriella Marie Montez.
I love her because I can tell she's so real. She doesn't go around pretending that she's anything other than herself. She's multi-talented, and beautiful. And not to mention, athletic, smart, and sweet. She beat me in BASKETBALL. No one ever has. She's just... Absolutely perfect.
Back to Gabi's POV
I pulled away from the hug, and Troy started to drive.
We spent the day eating ice cream, and going to the park, and walking around, talking.
I found out that he's fluent in Spanish and French. And I told him that I was fluent in Spanish, Tagalog, Chinese, French, German, and Italian, and he looked at me like I had 5 heads.
When he drove me home, I couldn't help but feel like I missed him, even if I just saw him 5 seconds ago.
I loved the way I could talk to him on and on, and he would just listen. I loved the way that when he smiled, his perfect white teeth shined in the light. I loved the way that his eyes light up when he talks about something that makes him excited, or happy. I love the way that he makes me feel. And now, I know, I love him. I, Gabriella Marie Montez love Troy Alexander Bolton.
Fuck.
