Chapter 16! I managed to get it out before Christmas! MERRY CHRISTMAS! this is my present from me to you guys! I hope you like. I think it turned out rather well, and I would like to thank all of you guys who read and reviewed this story and/or added it to story alert. Thanks all! I wont ramble too much, just saying my thanks! anyway, read and review and ENJOY! :D and have a merry Christmas!

Chapter 16

Angelina's POV

Unbelievable, that prostitute Celine has more lives than a budhist cat. A fucking cat! I feel like screaming right now. For two days I've been trying to get rid of that bitch. Damn it! I've tried everything...wait a minute...maybe I haven't tried everything; as the thought slowly crept into my head I felt a smile appear on my face. Oh, this is going to be a rocking Christmas. How does one say? A Christmas miracle.

End of Angelina's POV

Angie smiled proudly at her work, she literally thought that she'd tried everything to get rid of Celine. But, then, last night she jolted awake from a peaceful slumber with a plan already formed in her head. She felt a slow, mischievious smile creep on her lips. She knew what she was going to do; it was perfect because Celine would never have expected such a thing to happen. But first she needed her cellphone-Celine's- because she needed to see who was in her contacts, though she didn't doubt that she had more than her dad's number in her phone; she was a tramp and a whore, Angie was just going to expose her. The bitch wont know what hit her, she thought, not this time.

Celine's POV

I laid awake all night. At a loss; I really don't know what to do. I swear that little Troll is out to get me; I'm serious, last time I woke up with huge, icky spiders in my hair and when I went to take a shower- after I got most of the spiders out- I went to rinse my hair and put shampoo in, and when I did my hair was sticky! The little brat replaced my shampoo with honey...if I didn't know any better, I'd say that she is trying to get rid of me. Well, it's not going to work. I don't know what she's going to try to do to me, but I swear-nay, I promise that I'll be ready! Bring it on shrimpy ass!

End of Celine's POV

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Gabriella had a restless night; well, all her nights at Troy's house had been restless, but, dinner two days ago; and the past two dinners; have been awkward as hell. Tomorrow's Christmas Eve and she didn't know what she'd do if the awkwardness continued, she just couldn't believe that Troy was still with Celine..after senior year and graduation...she just couldn't believe it. Another thing she was worried about was her daughter's behavior over the past days and in the future. Everytime she thought of Angie and her behavior, she'd grow more and more worried; especially lastn night, she was acting strange and Troy noticed it as well, it was kind of impossible not to feel the tension that radiated off of her. And not to mention the whole time, she was glaring at Celine. Not that Gabriella blamed her of course.

For some reason, whatever Angie was planning, Gabriella felt herself siding with Angie on this one. She needed to go. Her actions were becoming more and more unpredictable; so, she and Troy had soon started becoming more vigilant.

She felt her muscles roll and relax as her slumber lolled on; but, when she smelled the delicious scent of bacon, she felt them tighten. She didn't know why, they just did. The smell wafted up her nose, as her brow knitted together. Now? What time is it? she thought, as she rolled over onto her side. Was she dreaming? she had to be; at least she thought she was; dreaming, I'm dreaming, she thought. Then she heard a voice say-holler, actually-"Breakfast! Come and get it!" strange...that voice esactly like...hm...Angies, her thoughts were sluggish, as were her reflexes this morning. But, then the voice called again, "More for me if no one wants to eat!" Wait a minute...Angie says stuff like...that is Angie! now her thoughts sped up, as she sat up abruptly."What?" she asked; to nothing in particular.

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When Gabriella stumbled into the kitchen, the sight she saw shocked her; her mouth literally fell agape and her eyes felt as if they were going to pop out of her skull. "What is this?" she asked, looking at the food covered table. She saw pancakes decorated like...the north pole and gingerbread men, then she saw red and green jello, and two pitchers-one of which was labeled eggnog. And the other one was labeled coffee; she also saw three plates of sausages, four plates of eggs, and six plates of ...vast amounts of bacon. Was this girl feeding an army or a small country? "What is this?" Gabriella asked again, louder, so that Angie turned around from what she was doing and looked at her mother. "Mom, you look like...well, in all honesty,...you look like the living dead." she said, turning back to the sink. She was filling two glasses of water, one of which had a vast amount of ice in it.

"Mami, enjoy some breakfast, I made plenty, I'm just going to go wake dad and the slut-I mean 'Celine'-up, but I'll be down again soon." she said, walking out of the kitchen with two full glasses. Before Gabriella sat down at the table, she watched her daughter carefully; this was not her usual but although strange behavior, but it was still stanger than normal...since when did Angie cook? Almost never, that's when. Something is going on with her today. Gabriella felt her eyes narrow into tiny slits, and they stayed like that as she watched Angie climb the stairs and go into Troy's room. Uh-oh, she thought, this can't be good .

"Angie!" the baritone scream she heard- and the sight of Troy running out of his room only in his boxers and a white t-shirt that was soaking wet- confirmed that. But, when she saw Angie walk-no, run- down the stairs into Celine's room, she knew that be uglier to witness; so she sat down at the table at one of the table settings and inhaled the delicious scent. Then the sharp sound of a high-pitched scream broke the air, that's when Gabriella immediately shoved herself away from the table and ran towards Celine's room; she wasn't the one there.

Troy was too-shivering. "C-Celine, w-what h-hap-happened?" his voice showed how cold he was; his eyes on the soaking wet, freezing cold, shivering and shaking red-head in front him. "THIS IS PRADA!" she yelled, pointing at her silk nightie; Angie must have went in and ran out, because she wasn't in the room.

Troy asked again, "Celine, babe, what happened?"

"ask her! The devil's spawn!" she freaked, pointing to a pink and black wardrobe that had sparkling playboy bunnies on it. Angie casually opened the door, and said, "what'd I do dad?"-cue big, puppy dog eyes here,- "I was just cleaning the closet for her..."

Dear Diary,

My new plan is already set in motion; I call it, "operation 'i'm innocent, and Celine's guilty"

sucks, I know, think you can come with something better? ugh! I just don't like her, I get a bad vibe from

and I think that she needs to go fuck some other guy with two legs and a hard on. Jeez! *don't tell Mami that I swear, she'll ground

me for eternity.*

Gotta go, I'll let you know how things play out.

I think I need to make some phone calls though,

Tootles,

Angelina Anna Maria Montez.

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Later that night [Angelina's POV] in Angie's room

Well, the day went better than I planned. Mami and papi went shopping and I think that Celine is so scared of me that she doesn't want to be near me. So, she went to the San Diego mall. Oy. grow a back bone. Any way, since she left and my parents went out, I have the - well, had; they came back at least 3 hours ago; at least Celine is still gone. That's good. Any way, when they were out that left me plenty of time to work some kinks out in my plan, that, and Celine left her cell phone here.

With the door to my "guest" bedroom shut and locked, I am sitting on my bed, under the covers, and my stuffed zebra is in my lap.-don't judge me! I have Celine's cellphone in my hands and I am going through her contacts as we speak, so far I see nothing that's of use...wait! "Ryan..." I say aloud, in a whisper. "whose Ryan?" I hit the green button and put the phone to my ear.

It rang three times before i heard a voice on the other end; it was male-obviously- and it sounded like he was doing something that involved a lot of breathing or something, because he was gasping when he answered; actually, I have a pretty good idea of what was going down, and I wont share the details. "H-ah-hello?" he gasped, can he take from sensual activities to talk on the phone, or does he have to do two things at once? I asked myself as I rolled my eyes.

"I am looking for a 'Ryan..um...Evans?" I think that's his last name.

The background noises grew quieter as he moved out of the room, or so I heard, I really don't want to be a fly on his wall right now. "You're talking to him..." he said, it sounded like a question, like he's asking 'who is this?' I'll get to that.

"Oh, great, Ryan; I need to talk to you."