Okay, I am so so so so so so so so so so VERY sorry for the wait. And as much as i would love to say that i came up this chapter myself, i can't. i would like to thank lover207 for the idea, but i did edit it a little bit. any way, a million thanks! read, enjoy, and review! oh! and HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Chapter 17

Angie's POV

Okay, the whole get rid of Celine thing is not going according to plan. I mean she has more freaking loves than a budhist cat! ugh! it's okay, Angie, calm down. calm down. Apparently, my previous plans have been failures; and my dad does nothing about it, well, except yell at me. I mean, what have i done wrong? besides, setting the kitchen on fire and ...almost burning down the Christmas tree...and...super glueing Celine's butt to the kitchen stool.(actually, i think that was my best one...heh heh, too bad I'm the only that thought so.)

End of Angie's POV

Angelina walked down the stairs, her last plans have not gone over well. Troy yelled at her, Gabriella did too-well, she's her mother, instantly, she's obligated to yell at her daughter- and Celine just smirked devilshly at her. Oh, how she hated her so much! When Angie stepped on to the tile floor of the foyer she yawned and stretched as she waltzed into the kitchen to get something to eat. (Even if it was slightly burnt..that was NOT her fault..even if it technically...was) Now, what to eat...she wondered, going through the many boxes of cereal. "so many choices..." she hummed silently to herself, "what is it going to be?"

"May I reccommend the 'don't burn down my kitchen again'...?" said a husky voice behind her, causing Angie to turn around. "hungry, Angie?" Troy smirked as he slithered slowly into the kitchen and stared blankly at his daughter with eyes that blazed like azule fire.

"Um..hey, ...daddy..." she blushed, turning away while getting out a bowl and a box of cocoa puffs. Can't resist anything chocolate, that's her motto. "sleep well?"

"Oh, I slept just fine Angie...but, what about you? got anything ...devilish...planned?" his eyes continued to probe her, they felt like they were drilling holes in her back. She remained silent before speaking, choosing her words carefully.

After two minutes, she spoke. Her voice confident sounding-well, at least she thought so. "I've nothing planned today, daddy, I swear by mi abuelitos nice 1956 red mustang." she said, crossing her fingers brhind her back. It was at this moment where she hoped to god that Celine wouldn't be home...or at least, wake up until late late LATE morning. Troy felt his eyes narrow, he wanted to believe her, but after what happened yesterday and the day before..he just didn't know. I mean, who burns down a kitchen! He was about to speak when he was interrupted by a certain latina walking into the kitchen and quickly grabbing a small cup of coffee. "Morning, guys." she yawned. they both greeted her with a 'morning...' then the kitchen filled with an awkward silence.

Angie cleared her throat twice before taking her small bowl of cocoa puffs and heading back up stairs, "Well, I think I'll be going..." she said in a small voice. she took two steps out of the kitchen when the shrill shriek escaped from the frilly bedroom on the first floor-in other words; Celine's bedroom. "TROYSIE!" the scream caused everyone to jump a bit and run toward the source, all things abandoned and cocoa puffs left to be soggy in the chocolate turned milk. "TROYSIE!, help! there's a ...a...thing in my room!"

When they got into her room, their running screeched to a halt when they saw Celine jumping on her overstuffed mattress, screaming..and on the floor surrounding her bed were a hundred? a thousand? salamanders. "ew ew ew ew!" she screeched again, "Get them out of here!"

Troy and Gabriella stood there for a moment, then the moment slided passed and they went to get Celine off her mattress; even though Gabriella still didn't particularly like Celine-because of the whole her and Troy thing. She helped her anyway, but when they were helping her, Angie couldn't help but break down in nearly hysterical laughter. Oh, that's priceless! she thought.

Celine's POV

I can't believe what that little brat did! ugh! I am sick and tired of her doing this, I have tried being patient with her-well, only when it benefits me. AND i've tried being "generous" blah blah blah ...ah! but this time she's gone to far! I hate things that crawl! And i'm going to be sure that that smug smile is wiped off her face for good.

Once Troy and the stupid spanish girl..Gabriella..got me down, I started my "sobbing" as I leaned into Troysie's shoulder. "I..try...and try...to b-be...nice to her...and she's just...just..." bingo that's his name-o. I say that because i glanced up at Troy's face and saw the red in his glorious tan skin, this was going to be good. It was a good thing that Troysie is easy to ...manipapulate (A/N: purposely spelled wrong) and that is the only reason why I am with him. Ha!

End of Celine's POV

"ANGIE!" Troy yelled, his face red with anger and his blue eyes almost a blackish-gray. Angie stopped laughing abruptly and felt chills run down her spine, she had never been yelled at-okay, not true; her mom has yelled her, but never like that. "YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU HAD NOTHING PLANNED! DAMN IT! WHY DID YOU LIE!" Angie wasn't sure if she should answer or not, to be honest, she felt very very very afraid of her father right now. Gabriella couldn't believe what she'd just heard, sure, she's yelled at her daughter, but...that? She's never yelled like that.

Angie looked down at the carpetted floor, suddenly the pattern of the carpet seemed a lot more interesting. "because I-I-"

"I DON'T GIVE FUCKING SHIT!" Troy yelled, his voice seemed to reverberate off the walls; if it was possible for it to grow louder. Celine smirked a little when Angie cowered back a little. She's always gotten what she's wanted, and it's always turned out...somewhat successful. That's how this was turning out-according to her.

"But, I-"

"NO, YOU LISTEN TO ME, AND YOU LISTEN GOOD..." he took a deep breath in an effort to calm himself, it kind of worked. His voice wasn't raised or yelling, instead it was low and menacing-which made Angie only have more reason to fear him. "I want you out. Understand? I want you out, you are the worst...thing...that's ever happened here, so ..leave..leave or I'll call the police."

Angie felt her throat grow thick, and her vision blurry. She didn't want to cry, she never cried; especially in front of people-even in front of her mom she's never cried. She tried to move, but her muscles felt tense and at the same time her knees felt as if they might give way. "I...I'm...sorry." she said, taking a step back to leave; she didn't miss the smirk that laid upon Celine's face. "m-merry Christmas..." (A/N: even though it's over) then she ran out of Celine's room and out the door without so much as a second glance back, or going upstairs to grab her stuff. She just wanted out, and out she'll be. As she ran she couldn't help but let a gusher of tears cascade down her cheeks; she had just played a harmless prank, and hadn't thought that her getting completely yelled at would be the result. But, she just thought wrong. Maybe, meeting her dad wasn't such a good idea of a Christmas present after all.

Back at the house~Gabriella's POV

I couldn't believe it. I felt like an old cartoon character that had steam coming out of my ears; he's maybe able to hurt me, I've been through him hurting me before, but...hurting Angie? Hurting our daughter? he's crossed a line that's going to be hell to get back from. I'll make sure of it, without thinking I marched up to Celine and grabbed a thick bunch of hair and pulled backwards, the sound of her screaming bloody murder was actually quite satisfying. "Brie, what the he-"

"DO NOT CALL ME 'BRIE' TROY BOLTON!" I screamed in his face, still holding Celine firmly in my grasp; true, she dug her nails in my hand and wrist. I didn't care. I was too pissed off to care, "What are talking ab-"

"DON'T YOU DARE SAY THAT YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT! YOU MAY BE ABLE TO HURT ME! IN FACT, I'D BE PLEASED IF YOU'D HURT ME RATHER THAN ANGIE! BUT, SINCE YOU'D ALSO RATHER BELIEVE THIS BITCH THEN I SUGGEST YOU WAVE US GOODBYE BECAUSE YOU AREN'T SEEING US AGAIN!"

"But,.."

"YOU I PERSONALLY THINK YOU DESERVE IT!" I was on a roll here, oh, and for my finale. I gripped Celine's hair tighter and -literally- threw her into his chest. Oh yeah, whoever said I couldn't throw crap was a total liar. Judging from the way they both grunted in pain when she hit him. I took a deep breath before saying, "I hope you have a jolly good time with personal whore." and with that I left; hopefully Troy would feel plenty guilty.

Dear Diary,

I didn't mean to..I mean, it was only a prank and I didn't think that...

*sighs* guess that wanting to meet my father wasn't such a great

idea. I want to go home. No, not to grandpa's house. I want to go home

to new york. I wish we never came here.

too-Sincerely,

Angie

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