Author note: I'm so sorry about the grammar mistakes in the last chapter I should probably wear my contacts from now on. Again sorry it looked different on Microsoft word.
Chapter 2:
Gabby's p.o.v
When I got to the top stair, and saw his blue eyes I immediately started wishing I was somewhere else.
"I'm so sorry I didn't realize anyone else was up her sorry, I'll just leave." I rambled nervously.
"Wait," I heard him call.
Then I turned around to see his face in confusion trying to figure out what to do next.
"Um its ok you can stay up here if you want," he stated plainly.
"Thanks," I mumbled.
"I'm um Troy by the way."
"Gabriella," I replied.
We sat there in silence, and as hard as I tried not to I looked over at him. It was then I noticed the saddens in his eyes. He was probably only around sixteen or seventeen, but his eyes at that moment looked so old. Since I skipped a couple of grades I was about two years younger anyone else.
"So um how do you like east high so far," he asked awakening me from my thoughts. You could tell he was just trying to make small talk but he smiled anyway.
"It's um , it's alright, I guess," I commented in a not so convincing way.
"That bad," he said in a tone more of a question then statement. Then I heard him chuckle, so I returned it with a smile.
"Don't worry you; um you'll get use to it," he stated. "But then again you do have Miss Darbus, so you might not get use to that." At this I laughed.
We sat there for a while just looking at each other. It was as if he was seeing right through me. When the thought came to my mind I felt a shiver go down my spin, so I quickly shook it. Bring, the last bell of the day interrupted are intense stare.
"Well I should probably head home so, bye Gabby," he said before walking away with a smile .
"Bye," whispered.
Moving in with my uncle meant moving up a few classes. We went from a tiny old beat up shack in the middle of the ghetto to a huge house the looked like a castle from a Beverly Hills movie. My uncle was a Latino just like me, and my mom, only difference was he was very rich. That's why he insisted we come live with him, guess he got tried of living in this huge house all alone. After two years of marriage his wife left him, maybe that's why him , and my mom get along so well.
"Gabby the Bolton's are coming over for dinner in thirty minutes, go get ready," my mom exclaimed while putting in a diamond earring my uncle had givin her. He didn't want us walking around in are normal close so he bought us both a whole new wardrobe, which was nice of him, I guess. Bolton, Bolton, why does that name sound so familiar, I kept asking my self.
"Ding dong".
"I'll get it , " I called out.
"Hi were the Bolton's your new neighbors," the mom said in a cheerful tone.
"Hi come on in," I replied not equally ad cheerful. When the last person came to the door I noticed it was Troy.
"Hey," I stated confusedly.
"Hey, what's up," his low voice said confidently, coolly.
"Come on in." He smiled then walked into the dinning room.
"Gabby why don't you show Troy your room" My mom ordered more than suggested.
He fallowed me all the way up to the top of the third flight of stairs. Fifteen minutes later, and we were laughing, and talking in my room like we have known each other for years instead of days.
"Time for dinner," the made came to tell us.
"Thanks Mrs. Makisick," I replied to the beautiful African American women. (sorry don't know if I spelt her name right but that's suppose to be Taylor's mom.)
Just as Troy, and I were about to walk down the stairs I tripped. I closed my eyes preparing to fall, but it never came, so I looked up, and saw Troy's blue eyes looking at me. His hands were below my waist holding me above the stairs. Troy helped me up, and I was still in his arms.
"Thanks," I whispered.
"You're welcome," He whispered back. His hot air hit my face, and I felt chills go down my spin. Are faces were centimeters apart. Then he leaned down, and I leaned up, and
Author note: Hey I'm goanna be in Louisiana for the next ten days , so I wont be able to update till I get back. Thanks for reading.
