Later
The ride to Gabriella's was silent and extremely awkward. Kirsten wasn't one for conversation, but that didn't mean she liked the tension formed between Troy and Gabriella.
"Gabriella it's later." Kirsten said while leaning forward so her head was between the driver and passenger's seat.
Gabriella turned to her and sighed. She took a glance at Troy who had an angry expression on his face. His jaw was set and tense, signaling that his teeth were clenched.
"Do you know Bridget?" Kirsten nodded and Gabriella went on. She stared at Troy for the remainder of her story. "Well her boyfriend, Jason, pulled me into a supply closet by the bathroom—that's where I was going."
Kirsten nodded once more to show she was listening.
Troy showed no such sign but kept his eyes on the road.
"Well he started kissing my neck I tried to get him off me, but I was—" she stopped and began to rephrase and looked away.
Troy turned his head the slightest bit.
"You were what?" Kirsten asked.
"Well," she took a breath. "He, um—"
"Yea?" Kirsten asked insistently.
Gabriella gave up. "He gave me this hickey. I tried to get him off me, but I wasn't strong enough to."
"Oh. Well what was with the crowd? And why is Troy all tense?"
"I'm not tense."
"Right," Kirsten said sarcastically.
"Anyway. The crowd formed when Bridget decided she was going to kick my ass for making out with him which I did not."
"Yea I'm sure that hickey didn't convince anybody," Kirsten said while shaking her head.
"I know, right? Jason's such a jackass!" Gabriella said fiercely.
"Um, is this your house?" Kirsten asked while pointing after the truck stopped.
"Yeah." Gabriella sighed. "Thanks, Troy."
"Mhm," Troy said while staring straight ahead with an angry look on his face.
Gabriella looked down, disappointed. She reached for the door handle of the truck but had an adrenaline rush and turned back around. She grabbed Troy's face and smashed her lips against his. Gabriella noticed the immediate shock and tenseness of his lips. She guessed his eyes were still open, however he didn't pull away.
After—what felt like forever—a few moments, Troy's lips relaxed and he leaned into Gabriella more, wanting more from her—as much as she could give.
As Gabriella allowed Troy's tongue to enter her mouth, she moaned, loving the warmness and softness of his lips and tongue.
Kirsten had gotten out of the truck before they had begun and she didn't notice until she had gotten her stuff out of the back. From that moment on, she's been leaning against the back of the pickup truck trying not to intrude on the two. She didn't think they'd take very long.
Ten minutes later and Gabriella and Troy were in the backseat still making out with Gabriella on top of Troy, panting.
"Wait, Troy," Gabriella said between kisses. "We can't…do this." She moaned. "Not…in front of…my house…in your truck!"
Troy grunted in response. "Why not?"
"I want to…go on a date first."
Troy pulled away and stared at her with a confused expression on his face. He noticed he seemed to be confused a lot around her. Gabriella Montez's not a normal girl, he realized.
"What?" Gabriella asked confused while panting. Her hair was tangled and frazzled from Troy's constant grabbing and combing of his fingers, and she had small beads of sweat on her forehead, her hoodie long since removed and her black tank top remaining.
She sat up on Troy's lap and placed all her hair over her left shoulder.
Troy sits up also and slides Gabriella along with him and kisses her on her lips softly.
They both smiled at each other after pulling apart.
Kirsten, who noticed they were finally ending their session, knocked on the passenger's side window—and previously locked door—vigorously.
Troy and Gabriella looked her way and blushed slightly. Gabriella held up a finger to signal Kirsten to wait a minute.
"So a date, huh?" Troy asked while looking down and running a hand through his hair.
"Yeah," Gabriella said softly with a smile on her face. She intertwined her hand with one of Troy's. "You could pick me up in your pickup truck." She chuckled, causing Troy to smile. "Take me out to dinner, and then a movie."
"I don't know, Brie. I'm not the dating kind." He said tiredly.
"Hey." She said softly while lifting his chin with her forefinger. "Am I worth it?" She looked into his eyes.
Inside, more than half of Troy was screaming "Yes! YES! A million times yes!" However, the rest of him told him he wasn't ready. He debated. H wouldn't have to commit just yet. One date and he could be with Gabriella.
Gabriella searched his eyes for an answer as silence continued to fill the truck.
The date wouldn't have to be fancy, but he felt the need to impress her if he agreed to a date. One date. Was he really going to change himself for this amazingly beautiful girl he barely knows? "Yes," Troy said finally.
Gabriella beamed and smashed her lips against his.
Troy was about to deepen it when Kirsten slammed her hand against the truck. But, right after she shook her hand and mouthed an 'Ow!'
Gabriella smiled. "I better go. Call me." She bit her lip and climbed into the front seat with Troy following.
"Bye, Gabriella." He smiled.
"Bye, Troy." She smiled back and got out the truck.
Kirsten handed Gabriella her stuff as Troy drove off. "I can't believe you!" She shook her head. "I mean, that was the worst show of southern hospitality."
They began walking up the cobblestone path to Gabriella's front door.
"Well in case you forgot, I'm from New York. That means, where I come from, 'southern hospitality' doesn't exist." Gabriella took her keys out and unlocked the door.
"Whatever. But, that was so nice of you to leave me outside looking lost as you made out with the hottest guy in school," Kirsten said sarcastically.
Gabriella looked at her before opening the door. "Say that again?"
"What?"
"What you say after 'made out with'?"
"The hottest guy in school," Kirsten said, but more like a question.
"Yea," Gabriella said with a smile. "I have a date with the hottest guy in school!" She squealed and went inside.
Kirsten followed and went inside with a forced smile on her face.
After Gabriella shut the door back she noticed Kirsten's astonished expression. "I know. I did the same thing (hung her mouth open). It's a major improvement from our old one-story house," she whispered.
"Wouldn't that just be an apartment?" Kirsten asked at normal volume.
"Ssh!" Gabriella looked around to make sure no one heard her. "We had a backyard so it counts as a house."
"Riiiight," Kirsten whispered.
"Don't bring attention to yourself. I don't want you to summon my mother," she whispered as she went up the stairs.
Kirsten followed silently, watching her step.
After reaching Gabriella's room and shutting the door, Gabriella sighed and tossed her bag over to her window seat.
"Nice room." Kirsten dropped her things on the ground by her door.
"Thanks." Gabriella went into the bathroom. "Make yourself at home," she called from inside. "And take your shoes off, too," she yelled through the closed door.
Kirsten slowly took her shoes off and turned around as she heard the door open.
"You're not my daughter," Mrs. Montez said, blatantly.
"Hi, I'm Kirsten." She offered a small wave hesitantly.
Mrs. Montez gave her a once over. "Don't care. Where's my daughter?"
Kirsten was taken aback and frowned. "She's in the bathroom."
"I'll wait."
"Ok…" Kirsten got out of the way as Mrs. Montez burst in.
Both of them didn't know what to do with themselves and stood n the middle of the room awkwardly.
Finally, Gabriella stepped out a few minutes later. She saw her mother and tried to resist frowning. "Hi, Mom."
"Why didn't I know about this girl coming over?" Mrs. Montez said while pointing at Kirsten who was repressing the urge to retaliate.
"Mom, you did know. I asked you before I did Dad. You said that you were visiting Aunt Maria and that you wouldn't be around for me to annoy you," she said calmly and slowly. She didn't want to fight with her mother in front of her house guest.
"You know what? That's why I came up here. Your father wanted me to say goodbye to you before I left. After all, I'll be gone a week, so give me a hug." Mrs. Montez stayed where she was with outstretched arms and waited for Gabriella to respond.
Gabriella hugged her mom and told her goodbye. Gabriella shut her door after her mother and grinned. "Sorry you had to endure that little episode of my 'Mother and Me'." She giggled and turned to face Kirsten who was lying down on her bed, feet on the ground over the side.
"Is she always like that?"Kirsten asked. She felt the bed sink next to her and looked at Gabriella.
"Oh, yeah, but, only to me it seems. If you were Tiara's friend she would've been the sweetest thing to have around." Gabriella faced Kirsten also.
"Who's Tiara?"
They both turned their heads to the ceiling.
"My 13-year-old sister."
"Well what happened that makes her treat you different?"
"If I tell you, you have to tell me what happened between you and Troy." She turned to Kirsten.
Kirsten hummed and sighed. "Ok."
"Pinky promise?" Gabriella asked while holding up her left pinky smiling.
Kirsten turned to her and smiled. "Pinky promise," she said while intertwining her pinky with Gabriella's.
"Ok," Gabriella sighed. She turned her head toward the ceiling and kept her eyes there until she was done. "My mom was 'loose' in high school, as some might say, and by sixteen she got knocked up by my father. 'The condom broke' –my parents say." She smiled without amusement. "My dad told me she 'gave up' so many scholarships to Ivy League schools just so I wouldn't grow up thinking she didn't want me or love me enough to keep me…" Gabriella's eyes glazed over. "I guess in her mind just being around cleared her conscious."
Kirsten kept her eyes on Gabriella, watching her emotions through her facial expressions.
"So, a couple years passed and my mom and dad were doing pretty good. They decided to have another baby and my mom got pregnant really quick from her anticipation. My mom loved that baby so much…and she still does. You know how the older sibling feels neglected by their parents because they focus most of their attention on the newborn baby?"
Kirsten nodded, but Gabriella didn't even look.
"Well, she purposely made me feel unimportant. She treated me like a dog with flees. She always made my dad dump me off at some friend's house so I would be another parent's responsibility."
As Gabriella spoke, Kirsten showed no emotion. She had no clue what Gabriella must've been through and is still going through relatively. She didn't know how she felt at all, and didn't think she had the right to sympathize.
"They treat her like she's some angel. My mother admires her as a child. She wants her to grow up with all the things she never had as a child. But my dad… he means well, he's gentle towards me so he's tolerable—a little too tolerable when it comes to my mother though. Every time we argue my dad tries to make me feel better with the same speech about tough love and what she does for me." Gabriella scoffed. "She does nothing for me. She does everything for Tiara, their 'little princess'. Even though I have a strong resentment towards her, I love her dearly, and she isn't corrupted by mother into hating me like a Cinderella stepsister."
Kirsten hummed, urging Gabriella to continue on.
"My mother," she shook her head. "Tiara and I both agreed she needs therapy and my dad needs to get rid of her. We wonder why he's never left, but it's probably because he loves us too much. Although my dad doesn't treat me like my mother does, he treats Tiara with more appreciation and gives her more attention. Sometimes I feel like I've been raising myself and still am raising myself."
Kirsten took Gabriella's silence as a sign that she was finished. She cleared her throat and began her story…
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