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"It just makes no sense!" I said into the phone. "He either hates me or he likes me. He can't like me and hate me, I mean its just…"

"Okay, Okay calm down Gabs." My best friend Michelle Vickers said into the phone. I met Michelle when I was 7. My grandparents live in Texas, so every summer I go to visit them for a few weeks, I met Michelle outside the park, we bonded and were convinced a certain house was "haunted".

Trouble was we called the supposed poltergeist a prostitute. (We were young and didn't know the difference…) So we ran round the place shouting "There's a Prostitute living in that house."

A few of the parents ended up having words with our parents.

"Maybe…" She said getting excited. I could picture her now. Jumping up down, her brown locks bouncing every where as she beamed at her "idea". "Maybe you're getting Punk'd by the school. You know like a new kid thing. I once knew this guy, who knew this guy, who knew this guy, who knew some teacher that did that to her new student."

Okay, I never said her ideas were the best. I sighed. "Michelle. I doubt I'm getting Punk'd. They don't do that anymore."

"Really, I watch them all the time."

"You watch the reruns…"

"Oh, I thought they were just doing the same Prank to the same person again and again and again an-"

"MICHELLE!!" I screamed down the phone.

"Yes.."

"Can we just focus. Please?" She was really stressing me out right now. She's not the best, best friend. But she tries.

"Okay, he's a jock right?" She asked.

I nodded, even though she couldn't see me. "Yeah.."

"Maybe…it's some mixed jock feeling or something, maybe he's just confused." She said. I smiled, I take what I said before back. She was the Best.

"Or maybe.." She carried on. "There try to Punk you. Maybe there making a new TV series and-"Okay, she gets carried away, but that's not the point. "Michelle. I get it. It's just, I don't know."

"It'll be fine, he's just some stupid jock. I've dated plenty, their all the same."

"Yeah.."

"So how you been? Made any new friends."

"I've been fine, I only made like one friend and I saw Chad again." I smiled.

"Aww that's great. Tell him I said hi, and you bet not forget me!"

"Never…"

I heard the door open. My Mom was back from work.

"I gotta go Michelle, Mom's back."

"Tell Maria I miss her!! I'll talk to you later Gabs."

"Bye." I said as my bedroom door opened.

My Mom smiled and walked in. She sat on the end of my bed and looked at me.

"How was school?" She asked, picking up an old raggedy teddy and sitting it on her knee.

I shrugged. "How was work?"

She sighed. "Gabriella, you know I hate moving you around the country but-"

"No, Mom. You don't. You keep doing it. I've told you that I hate moving and every time you say we're here to stay, but we end up leaving the next week."

She looked around the room. Their was boxes everywhere. I hadn't unpacked. I really didn't see the point.

"We're here to stay now." She said quietly. "You can unpack."

I shook my head. "By the time I unpack, I'll have to repack it all again."

"You can't live out of boxes."

"I can Mom." I closed my eyes. "I know we're home. And it's great being back. But a part of me, wanted to be able to grow up here. Go through the same middle school the same high school. Not different one's different months. I just can't unpack until I know for certain we're staying."

She nodded and placed the teddy back on my bed. "Okay sweetie. Okay." She got up and walked over to me, kissing me on the forehead. "I'll leave you alone."

She started to walk out of the room and I sighed, falling down onto my bed. I picked up the teddy my Mom was previously holding. My Grandpa got me it. He lives in New Jersey with my Grandma. Their my dads parents. My Mom isn't to happy that I prefer My dads parents over hers. I don't care though. My Mom hates her parents too.

They live in a posh little house up in Texas. When I was little I wasn't aloud to bring toys over to their house. They'd take the toys off of me and place them on the kitchen island saying I could have them back when I go home.

I had to sit on the couch, with the TV off. I wasn't aloud to touch the cushions. They had to stay "perfect."

When I needed to use the bathroom I had to raise my hand and ask politely.

It was like school. I wasn't aloud to touch her little stuck up dog called Mipsy.

Mipsy had her own bed. In her own room. The stupid dog got more than me. And I'm blood!! I had to sleep in a sleeping bag on my grandparents bedroom floor. And they had 5 bedrooms in this little posh house of theirs.

I hate going to theirs every summer. The only bright side to it, is that I get to see Michelle. I usually stay their for 2 weeks and then I go off to New Jersey for 2 weeks to stay with my Dads parents.

I love them. They live in a little house on the outskirts of this big town. They live in a normal neighbour hood, and I get my own room. Their dog isn't stuck up either. Their dogs called Taffy. She's the cutest dog ever. She just follows you around the place.

I smiled again. Their the only people I talk to who have any connection with my Dad. I don't want to talk to him again. They know that. They make sure he's not in town when I am. Just so I don't have to see him.

I sighed putting the teddy down. I couldn't wait to see them again. They always know how to make me feel better.

My cell started ringing. I looked at it.

Brain.

I groaned. Couldn't this guy get a clue the first time. I hesitated before picking the phone up and throwing it against the wall. Sadly, it was still ringing.

"Leave me alone!" I shouted to the phone walking out my bedroom door.

"Gabriella! What are you doing?" My Moms voice called.

"I'm playing Scrabble, Mom." I said sarcastically rolling my eyes, walking into the living room.

"Oh, are you winning?" She asked smirking.

"Yeah Mom, I'm winning." I said sitting on the couch. I looked ahead of me and saw some woman sitting opposite me. She had sandy coloured hair and bright blue eyes. She looked familiar.

"Hello.." I said to her.

My Mom smiled. "Gabi, this is Lucille Bolton. She's the owner of our old house and she works with me at my new office."

Bolton. Great. That's just what I need, My Mom getting all cosy with the Bolton's.

"Nice to meet you." I mumbled.

"Her son goes to your school, Troy, have you met him?" My Mom asked me.

"Oh, I've had a few confusing conversations with him…" I said rolling my eyes.

Lucille laughed. "Troy tends to confuse a lot of people. He hates people knowing how he really feels, so he hides it by confusing them."

I looked at her. Who does that? Was her son getting high every night?

"Great." I said, faking a smile. I had a feeling I'd have another of his confusing conversations. I have to ask him if he get high every night next time I see him.

"Lucille was just saying, we should all get together one night. Won't that be fun Gabs." My Mom said beaming.

"Oh, Yeah." I said. "That'll be great."

"How about Friday night?" Lucille asked.

"Perfect." My Mom beamed. "We'll be their!"

"Great!"

There's my Friday night gone…

The days seemed to go by quicker after that, Then Friday came, and I was dreading it.

I walked out the school building and stood their. It was raining. This was Perfect.

"Montez." Came a voice.

I looked over and saw Troy Bolton sitting in his black car. "Need a ride?" He asked.

I smiled. "Nope."

I started walking down the street. But he was following me. Stalker.

"Get in the car."

I looked at him and shook my head.

"Montez, Get in the car."

I stopped and looked at him. His eyes had turned a dark blue colour. I shook my head again.

"I don't want to-" I started but was interrupted by a loud crash of thunder. I jumped and got in the car.

Troy was laughing.

"It's not funny." I said, my heart beating like crazy.

He smirked and shook his head. "Whatever."

It was pretty quiet. I hate silence. It's really annoying.

"So, I hear you're coming over tonight." Troy said breaking the silence.

Oh thank god its gone. I shrugged. "You hear correctly.""Yeah, well I was going to go to a part tonight." He said, his eyes still that dark blue colour. "Now I can't go."

"Oh well." I said.

He gave me a death glare, I looked to the floor. Note to self. Never piss Troy off.

"So I'm going to say I'm taking you out tonight."

I looked at him "What?""It's the only way I'll be able to go to the party. My parents don't trust me anymore. But if they think I'm taking you out. I can got to the party and I wont have to be back by 10."

"Awww, you'll have to be back 10:30, huh?" I asked him.

"Nah, Midnight." He said.

"What if don't want to go out with you?" I asked. "What if I want to stay with My Mom and you're parents?"

"Then, I'll have to make you life hell, cause I can't miss this party." He said, sending me another death glare. Charming.

"I'll think about it." I said.

"No you wont, cause you're already doing it."

"I don't get a say in this?" I asked hurt.

He shook his head smirking. "None."

I sunk low into my seat. His cell started to ring. It said Sindy. I smirked. Whenever someone introduced themselves to me as Sindy, I always pictured a Barbie doll.

Maybe that because my Barbie doll was called Sindy was I was younger. All the other girls told me it was called Barbie. That's why it's a Barbie doll. But I was stubborn. I called my Barbie doll, Sindy and my Sindy doll, Barbie.

"Hey…" Troy said into the phone. "Yeah I'll be at the party…….Well, then I'll defiantly see you their." he started smirking. I felt sick. "Bye."

"That you're girlfriend." I asked.

He scoffed. "Nah, she's an airhead."

I scoffed this time. "So you're using her…."

"No, she wants to be used." He said.

What. A. Player. No wonder he "likes me" He want to use me.

"Maybe you should go to the party with Sindy." I said folding my arms.

He smirked at me. "I can't, she's not you.""Huh?" I said looking at him.

He smirked again, stopping the car. "See you late Gabriella."

I looked out the window. That's my house.

"How do you know where I live?" I asked, remembering I didn't even give him directions.

"Bye." he said again, still smirking.

I got out the car. "Umm, Thanks, for the ride." I said.

He nodded and drove off.

And Once Upon a time the guy had a nerve to call me a stalker? Honestly.

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