Hey guys, this chapter is a little longer than the last one. Well, the last one was tiny. But this one is average. It might be like, a fourshot now. It's probably gonna get longer and longer now knowing me. And also I'm glad about the response I got. I only got a couple reviews but I wasn't really expecting lots. Thanks for the people that did review. I'm glad that people liked it, and this story will keep going on until the song finishes, so it's just finished the first verse.
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BloomiesGirl x
Drew talks to me
I laugh 'cause it's just so funny
I can't even see
Anyone when he's with me
Gabriella focused on the road as she drove her car to school. It had been a week since Troy and 'Stef', as Troy called her, had became officially boyfriend and girlfriend. She parked up in the parking lot, beside Troy's car. She got out of the car and entered the large school through the main entrance. She walked through the hallways, as she always did, until she found her locker. She stopped and frowned.
Nobody was waiting outside of it.
She walked forward. He must be absent today, she thought to herself. She opened her locker and got out a couple books, putting them in her bag that was slung over her shoulder. She closed her locker and turned around. Gabriella felt her heart pang. She giggled at something he said as she leaned against her closed locker, staring into his eyes. He was laughing as he said something, carrying on the joke. He was leaning against her locker too, his arm above her head and his hand on her tiny waist that Gabriella envied. She gulped, deciding not to interupt them, and tried to find someone else. She passed the different cliques, trying to find a group she could spend the day with. The art club where doing last minute sketches of eachother and taking photos of one another. She shook her head. She was great at art, but wasn't as obsessed with it as they were. She continued. The athletic ones. No, they were driven by sport, and sport wasn't Gabriella's priority. The only designer wearing, preppy ones? No, she couldn't bring herself to wear those tiny shorts and she was hopeless of keeping up with the latest fashion trends like that. She passed the drama club.
What about the drama club? She knew Kelsi quite well. She sat beside her in a lot of classes when they were put in alphabetical order. Montez, then Neilson. She had hung around with them at lunch once or twice. The only drawback was Sharpay and Ryan. They seemed terrifying. They were so bedazzled it was unreal. They were glittery and shiny and glossy. Sharpay looked like she raided Hannah Montana's closet sometimes with the scarves and the glitter and the shimmer. Ryan... well, he was just Ryan. He was always wearing a hat. Come to think of it, she'd never seen him without one. She approached them hesitantly, not sure what to say. She smiled in relief as Kelsi did the job for her, greeting her.
"Hey Gabriella," she said, giving her a warm smile which made her feel a little more comfortable.
"Hi," she said nervously, uncomfortable under Sharpay and Ryan's gaze. She felt as if they were using twin telepathy to tell eachother what they thought of her.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she said, not really knowing what to say. "Are you?" she asked stupidly.
"I'm great." she replied. "Want to walk to homeroom with us?" she asked.
"Sure." Gabriella smiled, and the smile became larger when she saw Sharpay and Ryan were smiling at her too. She untensed her muscles, and walked along with them to homeroom. She felt the air pressure change behind her, and turned around to find Troy quickly walking towards her. He waved to get her attention. She smiled at him a little.
"Hey," he said, stopping as he reached her.
"Hi," she replied, ignoring his chapped lips that she'd clearly been snacking on.
"I didn't see you there," he said. Big surprise, she felt like replying.
"It's fine, I didn't want to interupt." she said, frowning as she saw Stefanie walking through the hall, looking for something. She hoped she wasn't looking for Troy, and hoped if she was she wouldn't find him.
"Well I'm sorry," he replied.
"It's fine." she said. "You can make it up to me by taking me out to dinner tonight."
"Alright," he smiled. "I'll pick you up at seven?"
"Cool." she smiled, feeling that familiar warm feeling she usually felt when she spoke to him.
"We can go to my house for a bit afterwards."
"Even cooler." she smiled.
"Troy!" they both heard coming from down the hall, followed by heels clicking.
"Got to go," he smiled. "Be ready." he said as he turned away. Gabriella shrugged, deciding to be early for homeroom, maybe to get back on her better side like she was before she began to come to class late. Obviously under Troy's bad influence. She sat on the desk near Ryan and Sharpay and Kelsi, trying to become engrossed in their conversation. Hmph. Another long day.
---
Five days later
She smiled as Sharpay closed her locker with a slam and put the books in her bag.
"Anyway, so when he finished, his gum was in my mouth." Sharpay said.
"Gross," Gabriella laughed as they began to walk along the hallway.
"I know right." she laughed. "I gave him Joanna Reynold's number instead of mine."
"You didn't." Gabriella laughed.
"Of course I did. He can't have my number. Besides, she's kind of pretty, if you look at her in a certain light."
"Don't be horrible." Gabriella laughed.
"She's desperate too. She'll take him, and he'll not really care once she's in the dark with her clothes off." she laughed as we were about to walk into homeroom. "Meet me with Kelsi after English at the fountain, okay?" she said.
"Sure." Gabriella smiled, before making her way to her seat at the back. The bell screeched loudly and everyone sat in their seats as Darbus entered.
"Quieten down, quieten down." she said in her loud voice. The door swung open and Troy came in. "You're late."
"I_"
"Detention at lunch." she said. "Painting sets."
"W_" he stopped himself from answering back. She gave him a stern look. "See you there." he said faking enthusiasm. He looked at Gabriella expecting her to be laughing. He had changed since he had been going out with Stefanie. He always was late for class. He seemed to be in a lot of detentions. He didn't have time for her anymore.
"You could really use some time in the auditorium, it's cleansing for the soul. Which reminds me, you need to stay behind after homeroom." she said. He frowned, wondering why he would have to stay behind. He looked at her, and she raised her eyebrows in a 'what have you done?' way. He shrugged his shoulders, and gave her a smile to say he isn't worried, and she shouldn't be either. She gave him a smile, giving in to him as he sat down and pretended to listen to Miss Darbus. Gabriella's theory was that Miss Darbus felt accomplished after her huge speeches, so that's why she gave them a thousand times. The bell rang after homeroom, or nap time as some people thought of it.
"Tell me about it later," She said to Troy as she was walking past him.
"Will do." he said, sitting back in his seat casually.
Gabriella walked out the room, Sharpay walking towards her. Gabriella smiled at her. She wasn't as scary as she thought she was. They'd actually became friends quickly within the past couple days. She actually found all the music and plays and drama quite interesting. She went in the auditorium for something other than an assembly or an occasional Darbus detention. Sharpay showed her around around. She thought it was like stepping into Vegas. It was amazing. All the glitter, the lights, the feathers. The props were amazing too. Almost lifelike. she swore, that horse has died and has been stuffed. No one can make something that lifelike. She even had a little fun playing with all the props whilst Sharpay and Ryan rehearsed for the Spring Musical that's coming up soon.
"So, what do you know about Troy?" she asked curiously.
"Everything." she smiled.
"Everything, huh?" she said.
"Just about. We've been best friends since we were like... born." she smiled.
"Cute." Sharpay smiled. "So there's obviously no way you like him then." she said.
"No, of course not." Gabriella said shyly.
"You're an awful actress." Sharpay commented.
"I'm not acting." Gabriella said, hoping she would just drop it, because she had learned the hard way once that once a secret is let out to one person, it eventually spreads and gets into the wrong hands. Then it's high school humiliation, which is just brutal in it's own way.
"You so are. Come on, you can tell me. I'm not five, I'm not going to go around broadcasting it everywhere." she smiled.
"I don't know,"
"You don't know if you like him or not?" she said, pushing the subject. God, she'd be a good in retail.
"I guess I do." she admitted, clasping her hand over her mouth as she realized what she just said. She'd always denied it. Now she'd heard herself say it.
"Aww, Gabby has a little crushhh." Sharpay giggled, Gabriella slapping her arm lightly. "So, you going to woo him?"
"With what?" Gabriella laughed. "You've seen Stefanie. He seems really into her, and she seems really into him too."
"Oh please, they're hardly past fuck buddies stage. I bet she doesn't even know his favourite colour."
"Blue." she said.
"See." Sharpay said, deciding to test further. "Favourite food."
"Cookies. Chocolate with white chocolate chips."
"Subway sandwich?"
"Steak and cheese, with everything except onions, jalepenos and peppers, with barbeque sauce." she said, before quickly adding on. "Footlong, with a Coke, not in the bottles. He prefers it dispersed. As do I."
"That's freaky, Gabs." she said.
"I know."
"Come on," she said.
"What?" Gabriella asked.
"We're gonna go shopping." she said.
"It's not even lunch yet!" she said. "Infact, it's not even first period!"
"Fine, goody two shoes, we'll go after school. When the mall is packed." Sharpay rolled her eyes. "But actually, this way we'll be able to 'stay around to pick up some books'," she said, using quotation marks with her fingers. "And then pass through the guys basketball practice. Maybe it'll be shirts and skins. I hope that Zeke Baylor is in skins. He's adorable."
"He's a cook."
"I like men who can cook. It show's they're organized. Everything I'm not."
"They complete you." Gabriella giggled, mocking her usual love sick, hopeless romantic ways.
"Whatever, Gabs." she laughed. "I'll see you later." she said as Gabriella walked into her science class.
---
"Gabs!" she heard from behind her. "Ell?"
Gabriella turned around in the corridor as she heard the familiar voice shout her name. She smiled at him.
"Hey, you okay?"
"I'm fine." he said.
"What happened this morning?" she asked.
"Nothing, some crap about how my grades are slipping."
"Troy, that's not crap." she said.
"It is."
"Troy, if your grades are slipping, you'll get kicked off the team pretty soon."
"As if they'd kick me off." he said.
"They will, Troy." she warned him. "Don't try and test it. You'll regret it."
"I'll be fine."
"Why are your grades dropping anyway?"
"I don't know, I've done all my classwork and assignments to the same just above average standard."
"Well, what about your behavior?"
"I've been late to class a couple times."
"A couple times?"
"A few times." he said. "But it's cool."
"Troy, don't get yourself into trouble." she said to him.
"I wont, mom." he laughed.
"Troy I'm serious. You worked so hard to get on that team. Don't ruin it now."
"I wont." he said.
"Good." she smiled. "Anyway, I've got to go."
"Wait," he said, grabbing her arm. "Let's do something tonight."
"See a movie?"
"Cool." he said. "Pick you up at six."
"Alright." she smiled.
"Be ready." he said as he began to walk towards Stefanie who was just coming down the hallway.
"I will be." she said, before walking to the cafeteria.
---
"Ready?" Sharpay asked as Gabriella came out of her last class.
"I'm ready." Gabriella said.
"We're giving you a totally new look." she warned. "Shorter skirts, lower cut tops_"
"Don't make me a slut."
"You wont look like a slut. You'll just catch people's eyes more."
"Promise you wont make me look terrible."
"I wont. You can do one day at school testing your new look out, then if you don't like it, go back to Geeky Gabriella." she said.
"Hey," Gabriella said. "Geeky Gabriella?"
"Don't tell me you've never heard your nickname."
"I haven't."
"Well, now you have, and it's up to us to turn that around."
"People will laugh." Gabriella said.
"No they wont."
"They will. They'll think I'm trying to just fit in."
"You do fit in. Just with the wrong people."
"I don't know," she said.
"Nevermind..." Sharpay said quickly, pulling her behind a locker as Troy and Stefanie came walking through the hallway.
"Don't go to practice, baby." she pouted.
"I have to."
"Please," she whined. "We can... do stuff." she said.
"Like what kind of stuff?" he asked flirtily.
"Our kind of stuff." she said seductively, before giggling. Gabriella peeked out from behind the locker. Her hands were on his neck, his hands were on her tiny waist. One of her hands began moving down, running down that torso, hooking through his belt.
"I like the sound of that." he said, moving his hand down and resting it on her ass.
"So, what'll it be? Going running around and throwing basketballs in a hoop with some sweaty lunkheads, or having a good time at my house with me? My parent's aren't home."
"You know, your parent's aren't in the supply closet either." he suggested.
"Why don't we just go check on that," she said, moving up to kiss his lips. She pushed him forwardly, until his back collided with the lockers. They didn't part as they walked towards the supply closet. Troy's hands fumbled for the door. He opened it and they went inside.
"Gabs," Sharpay said.
"What?" she asked.
"I'm sorry." she said.
"It's... it's cool." Gabriella said, before a determind look appeared on her face, scaring Sharpay slightly. She removed her sweater, revealing a tiny, thin strapped, white top. She pulled it down, allowing the lace around the edge of her bra to peek out a bit. She took her skirt that was just above the knee, and hitched it up, rolling it over and over until it reached her mid thighs. She couldn't believe it. Troy never skipped practice. Only once when she was crying, and now look. She managed to bribe him with a trip to the supply closet.
"Sharpay," she breathed, stuffing the extra clothes in her bag. "Let's go." she demanded, walking through the gym and out the exit, Sharpay following behind.
---
"This one," Sharpay said, throwing a skimpy top at her. "This one," she repeated, throwing more and more at her. "These are hot," she said, putting a pair of black, glossy, killer heels with huge platforms behind the counter. "These are cute." she said, giving her a pair of short, denim shorts in light blue, then in white. "These are just plain sexy," she said, throwing her a pair of tight, black, super skinny jeans, then the same pair in white, light denim and dark denim.
"Okay, I think that's cool." she said, struggling to hold the tons of designer clothing Sharpay was handing her.
"And this one," she said, adding on a thin, lacy, creamy beige coloured blouse to the pile.
"I think this is enough now." Gabriella commented as she struggled to hold her tons of heavy, packed bags as she walked through the mall after they paid for the items at the other store.
"Gabs," Sharpay said, stopping outside another shop. "This is just the beginning." she said.
"I'm struggling to hold the beginning." Gabriella moaned as the handles of the bags dug into her hands as she followed behind her.
---
"You're kidding me." she said.
"Nope."
"I can't." Gabriella said.
"Don't be such a chicken."
"I'm not."
"Yes you are. Everyone has their eyebrows waxed. No biggy. It only hurts for a second." Sharpay lied.
"I_"
"Do you want Troy to notice you?"
"Well, I'm pretty sure my eyebrows wont make that much of a difference."
"Of course they do."
"How exactly."
"Because, he looks at your eyes, then he'll look at your hair. Eyebrows are inbetween."
"But_"
"Gabriella, I know exactly what guys are thinking. I have a twin brother. I know these things. Just do it." she said.
"Fine." Gabriella gave in, walking into the salon with Sharpay.
--
"Alright Gabriella, now this'll hurt for a second." the old lady said, getting a good grip on the edge of the strip."
"Oh boy," she said.
"Are you okay?" Sharpay asked.
"Three..." she counted down.
"No,"
"You don't look too good."
"Two..."
"No, don't do it." Gabriella begged.
"One!" she shouted, before pulling back the strip in one swift movement.
"SHITTTT!" Gabriella screamed at the top of her lungs, the woman glad that they had soundproof walls in the room.
---
"So, you owe me big time." Sharpay said, walking into Gabriella's house to help her dump the bags in her room.
"Oh my," Gabriella said, examining her eyebrow area. The eyebrows were perfectly shaped, but around them was a horrible red colour.
"You'll be fine. You could use your new foundation to cover it up." Sharpay smiled, referring to the new, designer, expensive make up she bought Gabriella.
"Thanks again," Gabriella smiled. "I don't really know how to thank you for doing all this." she said, gesturing to the pool of bags around her.
"You can thank me by inviting me to you and Troy's wedding." she smiled. "And if you don't want to invite me, just send me some of the cake. I like vanilla."
"Cool." she laughed.
"Alright, well I better get going. Ryan wants me to run lines with him when I get back." she said.
"Alright." Gabriella smiled.
"See you later, Gabs. Remember! Vanilla."
"Vanilla." she nodded. "See you."
She saw Sharpay out the door and ran back up to her room, smiling at all her bags. Barneys, Bloomingdales, DKNY, all sorts of designer bags were laid out across the floor. She felt like it was Christmas. She decided to spend the hour trying on and hanging up her tons of new clothes.
She got out a pair of cream coloured ankle boots and smiled at them, feeling the soft material, and that gorgeous, perfect heel. She didn't know how she'd walk in them, but she could in the store. She smelled the shoe, and smelled leather. She put them on her shoe rack, replacing the pair of old cream flats with them, and putting the flats in the trunk she got out.
---
She took a look at her phone as she pinned up her hair into a bun like Sharpay had shown her.
So sorry, can't make it. Troy.
She grimaced as she read it. That was the kind of text you send when you were getting a BJ. Or about to get one anyway. Gabriella scowled, and decided to text him back.
Could've told me earlier. I've spent ages getting ready. What you doing? x
She sent, smirking. She knew making him guilty would make him do absoultely anything. She added on the kiss for good measure, like she always did, and like he usually did.
I'm busy, ttyl.
She raised her stinging red eyebrows. Now that was the type of text you sent when you were getting a BJ. Obviously she wouldn't know. She put her phone down and took the pins out of her hair. She unzipped her little black DKNY dress from the side and let it fall off her. She stepped out of her shoes. She got a make-up wipe and removed every trace, before she slipped the big jersey she slept in over her tiny frame.
---
She straightened her hair and put it up into a high ponytail. She had her face covered in the make up she bought, her eyes dark and alluring, like she read in the Seventeen magazine Sharpay told her to read. She had pulled on her skin tight, black skinny jeans, and had a white, longish t-shirt on with short sleeves, and a tiger on it in black. She stepped into her glossy black heels that would have clicked in a cool rhythm as she walked across the marble floors. She pulled on her new, black, real leather jacket and slung her new bookbag over her shoulder. She put her phone inside it and quickly went outside, skipping breakfast, as she wanted to avoid her mother while she was testing out her new look.
She pulled up in her car, feeling sort of glamourous as she stepped out of it. She checked the time on her phone and put it back in her jacket pocket. She stepped up the steps and into the main entrance, not really caring that people were looking at her and talking about her. She felt an emotion she hadn't ever really felt in this way before. Confidence.
She felt feminine. Not in the way she used too, either. In a sexy, alluring way. She felt like people were noticing her. She walked through the space that was magically cleared in the middle of the hallway. She seemed to be enjoying walking to her locker with all the attention she was getting. She heard a wolf whistle come in her direction. She came to her hallway. Taking a quick glance at Stefanie's locker before her own, relieved that they weren't practically having sex on her locker like they were a couple days ago.
He leaned against her locker as he waited for her, wanting to apologize for missing last night. He kept a look out for the girl he loved to pieces. Conservatively dressed, quiet, books pulled to chest, a modest smile. He turned around as he heard a fierce click coming from heels. He looked at the black glossy shoes that were causing the click. His eyes wandered further up, surveying the long, curvy legs, the hips, the stomach, the boobs, still on the boobs, the chest, the neck. The jawline... it seemed familiar. Too familiar. He flicked his eyes up in one movement, and his eyes widened. That girl. The girl he was just checking out. The owner of that body was his best friend. He raised his eyebrows. She smiled at him. Her teeth seemed to shine even brighter.
"Hey," she said, her voice seeming deeper than it did before.
"What... are you?" he asked.
"Excuse me?" she asked.
"No, no, it came out wrong. You're different."
"No shit." she replied, shocking Troy with her unnecassery swearing.
"Why are you... you know, different?"
"I felt like a change. I'm sick of being me."
"I love you being you." he said.
"Well I hate it." she said. "I hate being geeky Gabriella."
"I don't..."
"Well I do. I need a change."
"You," he stuttered, still in shock at her drastic change. "You didn't need to change. I liked geeky Gabriella."
"Don't you like me now?"
"Of course I do," he said. "You look beautiful, you really do. It's just a big change. I'm shocked, that's all."
"So you like it?"
"I love it." he smiled in approval. She leaned up and hugged him.
"Thanks Troy," she said. "You know, I was really hoping you would say you liked it."
"Well, I do like it. You look gorgeous."
"I know." she nodded, giving him a big smile as she began walking along the hallway with him. "So, how are you going to make it up to me?" she asked confidently.
"Make what up?" he asked, still surveying her out of the corner of his eye.
"Ditching me last night."
"Oh, that." he said. "I didn't mean to."
"Of course you didn't. So when?"
"Tonight?" he said.
"It's a date." she smiled.
"A date." he confirmed.
"And if you miss it, I swear, I'm not speaking to you ever again."
"Alright." he nodded.
"So, how was practice last night?" she asked him, smirking to herself.
"Umm, it was great." he said.
"Really?" she said. "Tell me all about it."
"Well, I, umm, scored the most points."
"As per usual." she smiled. "You know Troy, you're so great."
"Really?"
"I just love the friendship we share." she said eagerly.
"Me too," he said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I love the honesty and the loyalty that's there." she smiled. "I feel like I can trust you with my life."
"Yeah, me too."
"And I can really rely on you."
"I can rely on you too."
"And, you know, most guys would completely make up the fact that they scored most of the points just to look cool. But when you say it, I know it's true. Because you'd never lie to me."
"Never." he said.
"I'd be crushed if I found out you of all people lied to me, Troy." she continued.
"How crushed?" he asked.
"Oh, I wouldn't speak to you. I'd probably lock myself in my room and not eat for days like I did when Pickles died." she said, having to look away so he couldn't see she was laughing as it would break the whole act.
"Really..." he said.
"Oh yes, really. I'd never trust you again. I'd probably have to find a new best friend. I'd probably doubt everything I ever knew, and tell my mom it's fine to take up the promotion in LA and go over there and get a new number and never speak to you again. You know what I'm like." she smiled.
"Yeah," he laughed nervously.
"Troy!" they heard from behind both turned around to see Stefanie running towards them.
"Well, I guess I better go." she said. "Pick me up tonight at six. And remember, crushed." she said sternly, before walking into homeroom. She felt the eyes of everyone staring at her.
"Hey Gabriella." she heard from infront of her as she examined her freshly manicured nails. She looked up to see Chad Danforth, Troy's best guy friend, Co-Captain of the basketball team. He never really spoke to her. He would to ask where Troy was sometimes. But otherwise, never.
"Hey," she said, putting on a sexier voice than her own.
"You look beautiful today," he complimented her.
"Thanks," she smiled.
"You know that... um... Science project?" he said.
"Oh yeah," she said.
"Well, I'm really stuck on it. I just sit down to do it and it's like my brain doesn't function."
"Poor you," she said.
"I know. I was just wondering if you could help me with it."
"I'd love to," she smiled.
"Great. How about tommorow night."
"That's great. I'll meet you after school."
"Cool." he smiled. "See you then." He walked away, past Troy who had entered, frowning at them.
"What was that about?" he asked her.
"Nothing, I'm just going over to his place tommorow." she grinned. "Should be a lot of fun."
Troy frowned. Why had she changed so drastically practically overnight? He couldn't have his Gabriella going over to his sex obsessed best friend's house after school. He knew how Chad thought of women, and nobody was allowed to think of Gabriella like that. He'd seen it happen before. Chad would use a cheesey pick up line, make a fool of himself, they think he's cute like a puppy dog, then they'll do anything for him. Eventually they really get into him, and as they fall for him, he decides he's bored of them. He leaves them, the girls get really upset and never trust a man again. He couldn't let Gabriella fall into that trap.
"What for?" he asked.
"I'm helping him with his science project."
"There is no science project." he said.
"Oops." she said. "I guess I'm just going helping him then."
"Gabs_"
"Settle down students!" was shouted after the bell cut him off. He looked at her again, drinking in the new appearance and going sitting at the front of the class in his seat.
She hated it when he did that. It was the disappointed look. He'd stick his eyes on you, and just look at you disapprovingly for a second that felt like an hour. Sometimes he would give his head a little shake too. She didn't really know what face to make when he did that to her, but hell, she felt bad after it. She opened her mouth to speak, before he went back to his seat. She shook her head. He'll get over it, she thought. Of course he will. He'll get used to my new look. He'll have to. I'm not changing back. She thought.
The bell eventually rang. She lept up from her seat, quickly steadying herself on her new heels and walking over to Troy who was at the front of the class speaking to Miss Darbus.
"Miss Crook complained about you being late to her class yesterday." she said to him, his face slightly showing anger and annoyance.
"I wasn't that late. Just a second, I swear." he said.
"Troy, you can't keep being late and missing your assignment deadlines. Your grades are slipping to a B minus and if they reach a C minus then there's no extra curricular activities for you." she warned him.
"I know, I know. It's just a blip, I don't know." he said.
"If something's going on at home or_"
"No, no. I'm fine. I'm just really rushed and disorganized lately. I'm sure by next week I'll be back to my normal self."
"You're going to have to start getting your act back together soon, Troy, or you're off the team. It doesn't matter if your dad's the coach, or if you're Captain, or if you're practically a superstar in the making." she said. "It's school rules and you aren't exempt from them."
"I know. Look, if there's any extra credit I could get." he said. "I'd do it. Within reason."
"You'll have to speak to your teachers about that one." she said. "Now you better get off to lesson one before you're late again. Here's a note just incase." she said, handing him a signed late note.
"Thanks," he said, turning to Gabriella. "Come on, let's go to History." he said. "See you, Darbus." he called out as he went out the door, pulling Gabriella by the hand.
"So, why have you started being late then?"
"I don't know, been spending time with Stefanie lately." he said, a smile appearing on his face when he said her name. She kept a straight face. "She's really great."
"So you like her a lot then?"
"Of course I do. I mean, she's really nice to be around. We always have a great time. She's absolutely gorgeous. She's really smart and she never fails to make me laugh. She's just a great girl. Hopefully we'll be together for a long time."
He says he's so in love
He's finally got it right
I wonder if he knows
He's all I think about at night