Hey GLC luvers! I'm back!

I know it's been a really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really long time and I apologize for that. I just wasn't that into Jabe for a while so I didn't feel like writing about them. I was actually thinking about deleting this story but luckily I didn't. Now, on with the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the awesome characters except Juliette, who isn't as awesome and some of the random people I mention who don't have much to do with the story.

Jo's POV

"What do you mean you're grounded?" I yell into my cell phone.

Stella sighs. "I'm not grounded! I'm just not allowed to leave the house...because I got in trouble."

"Yeah, that's called 'being grounded'! Just sneak out or something! I am not trashing Juliette's house alone!"

"Trashing Juliette's house? I thought we were going to Dairy Queen!" Stella says.

"We will...after we destroy Juliette's house."

"No way! I am not going to TP or paintball or smash the windows of anyone's house. They could call the police on us! We could get arrested!"

"Chill, Stella. I'm just kidding. Maybe. We won't TP their house. Maybe a paintball or two..."

"Jo!"

"Okay, okay. Stay at home and bore yourself to death. I don't care. See you at school then?"

"I guess. Bye?"

"Bye," I hang up.

I guess I'll just do it myself...

If you're wondering how I know where Juliette lives, I'm not gonna tell you. I know that makes me sound like a stalker but whatevs. Let's just put it this way; I have my ways...

"Ew!" a voice whines as a figure appears at the doorway.

I look around quickly before jumping into a nearby bush.

"What kind of mother are you?" the figure says, walking down the concrete steps. I recognize that voice.

It's Juliette.

"Ew!" she whines again.

I roll my eyes. Juliette is such a girl. It's weird. She seemed a lot more down to earth and...cool when I first met her. You know, before the whole her threatening me and me 'breaking her leg' thing.

Breaking her leg...wait a minute! If Juliette broke her leg then why is she taking out the trash? I peer over the bush and take a peek. Juliette doesn't even have a cast on.

What a fake!

I'm so ticked off right now that I could go and break her leg for real. But I won't for two reasons. #1: I'll get in trouble (though it'd total be worth it), and #2: I would have absolutely no proof whatsoever that I did not break any part of this girl and if I have no proof, I can't prove to Gabe that Juliette's a horrible girlfriend and that he should dump her. Hard.

That's right, I'm showing Gabe. He deserves to know the truth.

No matter how 'stupid' he may be.

Gabe's POV

I'm sitting at the dining room table 'doing my homework' when the doorbell rings. Instead of opening it, I listen as my now four year old sister Charlie drags a chair to the door so that she's tall enough to unlock it.

"Gabey! There's a pretty girl at the door!" she yells before slamming the door and running upstairs.

Typical Charlie to forget to let the person into the house. I get up, expecting it to be Juliette. Instead I find...no one.

"Charlie! How dare you make me get up for no reason—"

"Hey, Stupid."

I spin around. "Jo?"

She rolls her eyes. "No duh!"

I look at her, then at the door, and then back at her. "How the heck did you get into my house?"

"I think the real question is how could you possibly think that Juliette was all sweet and innocent?" she asks, pulling out her cell phone.

"Uh...because she's my girlfriend?" I shrug. "I thought relationships were all about trust...or at least, that's what Teddy always says. Then again, since when do I listen to Teddy?"

"Okay! Just shut up and look at this," Jo replies, handing me her phone. I take it.

"Why do you have a picture of Jake picking his nose? Are you stalking him or something?" I raise my eyebrows.

"What the heck are you talking about?" she grabs the phone back from me and frowns, "Blackmail, blackmail, blackmail, blackmail! Dang it! Where's the evidence?! Was I really stupid enough to forget to take a single picture? Dude, I think your idiocy is rubbing off on me!"

"Oh gee, thanks Jo. But seriously? What evidence are you talking about?" I ask.

"It's your stupid girlfriend!" she yells. "I saw her—"

"Saw her? Where?"

"At her house—"

"Oh great. So now you're stalking my girlfriend? What's wrong with you?"

"Would you just shut up and let me speak?" Jo cries. "I saw her walking around castless and taking out the garbage!"

"That's impossible. You sprained her ankle. Remember?"

"Yes! I mean, no! I mean...ugh! What I'm trying to say is yes, I remember her spraining her ankle and no, I didn't actually sprain it! She's a liar!" Jo declares.

"Like you? Look Jo, do you really expect me to believe that Juliette's a liar when you lie to me all the time?" I ask.

Jo snorts. "I am not a liar! Name one time I ever lied to you."

"Hm…how about that time in fifth grade when you said you were helping me win class president when you were really just trying to sabotage me?" I ask.

"That was years ago and I already apologized for it, like, loads of times. And that video you showed everyone? Also a lie!" she points out.

I nod thoughtfully. She does have a point, but there have been lots of other times when Jo has lied to me. Like the time she told me that Kit liked me, or the time she told me that Heather liked me, or the time she told me that Brittney liked me…yeah, she lies to me about girls a lot.

"Um…hello? Gabe?" Jo sighs, "Even if I do lie to you often—which I don't—why would I lie about something like this?"

"Because you're Jo flippin' Keener! You look at life like it's some stupid game you can't win and mess things up so you can! You can't control reality Jo!" I don't know why I'm yelling at her. She does this type of thing all the time. Why is it such a big deal to me now?

"Are you saying that I'm a cheat at life?" Jo looks at me with angry eyes, "I cheat at a lot of things! I'll admit to that! But life? Really Gabe? The one time I'm honest with you, you don't even believe me!"

I smirk. "So you admit to being a liar." That sets Jo to flames.

"I am not a liar! I do not look at life like a game and I definitely am not a stalker! I'm just trying to prove to you that your stupid girlfriend is a fake!"

"Juliette's no fake. Why do you hate her so much?" I ask, trying to keep my cool.

Jo doesn't answer me. It's quiet for a while.

"Gabe. This. Isn't. Over." She hisses at me. Her face is so close to mine that our noses nearly touch. Her breath smells like a mixture between popcorn and pudding, the perfect combination. I instantly feel guilty and attempt to apologize.

"Save it," she mumbles before stomping out the door.

If anyone's confused, Juliette 'sprained' her ankle.

I hope you liked this chappie! I'll try not to wait another, like, three months before posting! R&R PLZ!

~Beta :)

P.S. Hope you had a very merry Christmas and an equally Happy New Year!