I JUST LOVE UPDATING! When people review, it gives me so much more motivation. Okay, time to show you guys bitchy Gia. I don't own I'm in the Band and You Me at Six' Safer to Hate Her!

Tripp' POV

The next morning, I put on a black shirt, ripped jeans and black sneakers.

Izzy was still running circles in my head. It was like she was catching thin air in my brain.

When I went downstairs, I found Izzy, Burger and Derek sitting at the table while Ash cooked.

"Hey guys. Where's mom?" I asked them.

"She went of to the clinic early." Burger answered me.

"And you're the one who know this because…?" Izzy said.

Burger began to whistle and look away.

Ash put plates on the table. They had some pretty good looking sunny side up eggs on them.

As I sat down to eat, Derek winked at me. He was sending me a message, I just couldn't decode it.

I put a piece of the egg in my mouth and spit it out because there were so many little eggshells.

"Why does it seem like you didn't crack the egg?" Derek asked him.

"Oh I did, into tiny pieces." Ash said.

Izzy stared at her plate and stood up. "I'm gonna go get a granola bar from the vending machine at school."

Burger had already finished his egg. "I thought it wasn't bad."

I got up too. "We're going to school guys. See you later." I said and me and Izzy exited via the backdoor.

I was silent as we walked to school. I could smell her perfume. It smelled of vanilla and something unique.

"I know you too well Tripp Campbell, what's on your mind?" She said as we continued walking.

"Nothing." I replied.

"Nothing but air 'cause you're a total airhead for not telling me." She said.

"I regret hanging out with you so often." I told her and she merely smirked.

As we entered the school, a horrible sight shocked me.

Gia was making out with a new guy near her locker. Unfortunately, her father wasn't around.

It hurt. A lot. You break up with a girl and she gets mad at you and the next thing you know is that she starts making out with someone else.

Izzy put a hand on my shoulder. "Tripp…" She began but I stormed off not wanting to hear even her beautiful voice comforting me.

BITCH! I wanted to scream that at Gia so bad. Acts like it hurts then starts making out with someone. Slut, bitch, hoe… What else to say?

I slammed the door to the music room and grabbed an air guitar and plugged it into an amp. I began to play a familiar song.

Too much, too much is never enough
I had you and I gave you up.
No idea where my mind was for months
I woke up, I cashed in on all of my luck,
walked hand and hand with your trust.
And everybody was kissing fire,
and we all got burnt.

I truly felt a deep hatred towards Gia that very moment. Not because she was taking the break up so easy but because she was clueless enough to think that doing that wouldn't hurt.

It'd be safer, to hate her,
than to love her and to lose her.
It'd be safer to hate her all around.

I took a deep breath before continuing. I needed to relax a bit.

Caught you having a laugh,
did you catch me have the last?
I've been smiling like this for days,
just to make up for my mistakes.
In the dark, I watch everyone disappear,
and I am beginning to let myself down.
I am pushing everyone that was in, out.

I didn't hear the door creak open over the loud noise of my singing and guitar playing.

It'd be safer, to hate her,
than to love her and to lose her.
It'd be safer to hate her all around.

And nobody knows what it's like
to live and die on the inside.
Nobody knows what it's like
to be one of a kind.

I played as if the world didn't exist. All that existed was my hatred for Gia.

When we die, do we feel alive? (x2)

It'd be safer, to hate her,
than to love her and to lose her.
It'd be safer to hate her all around.
And nobody knows what it's like
to live and die on the inside.
Nobody knows.

Someone in the doorway began to applaud.

"Nice one Tripp." Izzy said as she reached one hand back to smooth her hair.

I put down the guitar and practically punched the wall instead of lightly hitting it like I wanted.

"Tripp…" She approached me as I pressed my forehead against the wall.

She held my hand. I felt my stomach flip. I had this tingly feeling as she did so. She didn't need to say anything to comfort me and she knew it. All she really had to do is to hold my hand.

"Tripp…" She said again but softer. She put her free hand on my head and began to comb my hair with her fingers.

I smiled ever so slightly. I turned around and leaned against the wall. She stood in front of me, still holding my hand.

"Everything just fell apart Izzy." I told her and shook my head.

"Our friendship didn't." She told me with a smile.

That was enough to cheer me up. "You know it never will."

I reached out and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. I did that every time there wasn't much to say to her. "Let's go." I told her.

She nodded and we walked off to class.

Izzy's POV

During lunch…

While I was grabbing some coffee, Gia came up to me with a self-satisfied smirk.

"What do you want?" I asked her.

"Get out of my way Isabella." She said as her smirk slowly turned into a scowl.

"Keep being a bitch and I might as well kill you." I told her with my arms crossed.

"You think I won't rat you out to Daddy?" She said innocently.

"Do you think he'd believe his rule breaking daughter over student body president?" I said with narrowed eyes.

She scoffed. "First you steal my boyfriend and now you threaten to steal my father."

"Steal your boyfriend? Get over that. Bryce asked me out." I told her.

She rolled her eyes. "I was talking about Tripp."

"I didn't steal Tripp from you. I'm his best friend." I said to her.

"A thief and a liar. Well, I'm getting away from here before you infect me with that virus too." Gia said and walked away.

I began to wonder. What did she mean by "steal Tripp"?

YAY, ANOTHER CHAPTER! Not sure if the next chapter will be today or tomorrow. I suddenly got a ton of inspiration for this story. KEEP REVIEWING AND MOTIVATE ME!