CHAPTER 7: Lost
Hate. The Oxford English Dictionary's definition of the word "Hate" being,
Hate: (Heɪt) Noun/Verb
Noun: An intense dislike
Verb: Feeling intense dislike
In other words, hate is a strong feeling or sense of detest felt towards something or someone. Example: Gabriella Montez felt an intense hate towards her ex-lover, Troy Bolton. Or another example, in past tense being, Gabriella Montez hated Troy Bolton. And one last example in present tense, Gabriella Montez hates Troy Bolton.
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"Keep telling myself that it's not worth it,
I already know I don't deserve it,
But if it's from you I don't mind hurting,
This is my perfect nightmare,
So when will I wake up and scream,
No way, No way,
No way, No way,
No way, No way,
No way,
But if it's from you I don't mind hurting,
This is my perfect nightmare,
Perfect nightmare…" The brunette's voice rang through the room as she danced the emotion-filled dance, her body moving in perfect rhythm. Her hips moving with passion as she let the song over take her body as she jumped, rotated and body popped. Her earphones plugged in securely as the song carried on playing, her green iPod Shuffle, used particularly for when she danced, clipped onto the strap of her purple sports bra.
Her size 4, hip hop dance shoe covered feet moving from left to right, then back to left again, off the ground for a second before they landed. The luscious dark chocolate locks tied back with a black scrunchie with white polka dots into a messy bun, while a few strands came loose.
Gabriella Montez was lost.
Lost in the music playing through her earphones. Lost in the perfectly choreographed dance. Lost in her thoughts in general.
"But if it's from you I don't mind hurting,
This is my perfect nightmare,
Perfect nightmare." She finished, taking out her earphones and allowing them to hang around her sweaty neck. Panting slightly, she turned around, away from the mirror and walked towards the changing room, wanting to get home to her son and mother as soon as possible.
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"Mamá! Samuel! I'm ba-ack!" Gabriella called into Maria Montez's, what seemed like, empty house. Apparently not.
"We're out back Ella" Maria responded.
Seconds later Gabriella found herself smiling at the sight of her mother pushing her overly ecstatic song on the kid swing her father had had installed for his first grandson.
"Hi Mamá," She said to her mother, before crouching to come face-to-face with her son, who had stopped swinging now. "Hola baby boy, ¿ha sido bueno para la abuela? Espero que tengas Samuel James, o tendría que decir fuera, y no me gusta decir de mi querido hijo."
The five year old, blue eyed, honey haired boy stared at his young mother as if she was down-right crazy.
"Huh?" Samuel said cutely and confused, causing both Maria and her daughter to laugh.
"Did you behave for Grandma, Hun?" Gabriella re-asked, shortening the question.
"Mm-hm" Said the boy.
"You sure?" His mother asked back,
"He was an angel, Ella, like you." Maria said crouching down like her daughter, tucking a strand of hair behind Gabriella's ear before placing a kiss on both Gabriella and Samuel's foreheads.
After a few minutes of silence, Samuel spoke, "I really was good for Grandma, Momma, I promise."
Gabriella smiled at the young, innocent boy in front of her, "I'm sure you were, Baby, I'm sure you were."
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Gregory Montez loved his family, no doubt about it. But even he knew it wasn't perfect. His only daughter had been a teen mom, and then came his aunt dying of leukemia before his cousin had died of manslaughter.
But it was moments like those that exited his mind when he walked into his home in Los Angeles to be met with warm and welcoming smell of white chocolate and raspberry muffins, and the sound of his wife's, daughter's and grandson's laughter wafting through the house. It was home. It was the sound, smell and sight he had missed for the past two weeks, and he was glad to be back.
"Maria! Gabriella! Samuel!" His voice boomed, "I'm home!"
"Grandpa!" A young voice rang. Gregory recognized that voice, of course he did, it was the voice of his beloved grandson, the one in which he had played many father-figures to.
"Hey Buddy! How's it goin'?" He asked as the little boy ran into his arms and giggle aloud as they span around.
"I went to the hospital and I went for ice cream with Auntie Shar and I played on the swings with Grandma AND I learnt how to say "my name is Samuel" in German!" Samuel exclaimed with a huge grin gracing his features.
Greg raised his eyebrows and looked into his grandson's cerulean irises, "Oh yeah, so, how do you say what your name is in German?"
Samuel grinned, before clearing his throat and saying load and clear, Mein name ist Samuel."
"That's great Bud!" Gregory praised, "Now, where's your Mother and your Grandmother?"
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"Come on Buddy! Channel your inner Uncle Chad!" Chad Danforth urged, "It's just a few words. Just go "Spread the love, peace and Chadiness!""
The dark skinned man sat back in "his" lazyboy chair, his legs split slightly whilst his godson sat perched on his right knee. The mid-afternoon sun streaming through the window.
"But my Momma said not to be like Uncle Chad…" Samuel admitted,
"Mommy was just joking; it's okay to be like me. So come on, say it."
Taking a deep breath Samuel said what he had been encouraged to say, "Spread the love, peace and Chadiness... Did I say that right?" He asked, scratching his head in confusion, not knowing what the word "Chadiness" meant, honestly, no one did, except Chad.
And that's when Gabriella decided it was time to enter his house.
"Samuel James, what did you just say?" she said feigning anger.
"Uncle Chad made me say it!" He tattle-taled, causing Chad to frown behind him.
Gabriella smiled at her son, "I know Hun, but come on, say bye to Uncle Chad, we have to go home now."
Chad groaned at the comment, "Why doesn't he stay Gab, give you a night off or something? We have some of his clothes here and Tay's coming home in under half an hour."
"I don't know Ch-"
"Please Gab, if not for you, do it for him, or me, please?"
Gabriella sighed and ran the fingers on her right hand though her hair, "Whatever, okay, he can stay. Just make sure he brushes his teeth before he falls asleep, and don't keep him awake too long." She smiled and walked over to the duo and leaned down to kiss her son's cheek, "Love you Baby, and behave for Uncle Chad and Auntie Tay, okay?"
Nodding, Samuel replied his mother's farewell before she exited the Danforth's house.
An hour later Gabriella found herself at Walmart, browsing through the cereals section. Smiling, Gabriella picked up a box of Cookie Crisp, scanning the box. Just looking at the box made her smile, the same smile her son smiled whenever he saw that exact box on the kitchen island.
Suddenly she felt herself stumble forward a little. Turning around, she was met by the sight of grey eyes staring at her in shock.
"Oh my god, I am so sorry! I was just looking at the cereal selection and I wasn't looking at where I was going and I bumped into you... I am so sorry!" The raven haired women apologized.
Gabriella giggled slightly, "It's okay, honestly. I was so engrossed in this box of cereal for my son, I should've been more careful."
The lady smiled and held out her left right hand, "Alicia Lucking" she said.
"Gabriella Montez" Gabriella answered shaking Alicia's hand.
"That's a pretty name..." Alicia commented,
"Thank you," A blushing Gabriella said gratefully.
Alicia smiled, the lady in front of her was shy and modest, she liked it. "You said you had a son, what's his name?"
"Samuel, Samuel James. He's the light in my life, he means a lot to me. And I'm really sorry it cut this short, but I honestly have to go, sorry." Gabriella apologised.
"Oh no, it's okay, but please, can we exchange numbers?" Alicia asked,
"I'd love to," Gabriella smiled.
AN: Wasssaaabbbi? I was reading this over, and then I compared it to my coursework, and I just realized how rubbish I write when I write on Fanfiction, that sucks, right? Annnnyywwaaayyy, oh yeah! You all HAVE to go read "My Worst Enemy" it's beyond epic! PS: For those people who didn't quite get my Twitter name, it's AmyJohnson1993, very creative, I know(!) Anyways, enough rambling, y'all go review with the new AWESOME reviewing system that makes everyone's lives a million times easier. I don't own the song, Walmart, Cookie Crisp or HSM.
-Amy J