"Get in the fucking car." He growled. He reached for my arm but I snatched away from him before he could touch me. He's out of his mind if he thinks I'm going with him willingly.
"Hell no! Fuck you, you fucking murderer!" I screamed back as tears r...
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"I just need to talk to her, Justin." Rocky said pacing back and forth in the living area with everyone. Her eyes were rimmed with tears and she was trying her hardest not to let them fall. It was obvious that this was all getting to her. The one moment she's been dreading since we first took Gabriella has finally came. Gabriella has found out the truth about the girl she once thought to be her best friend. Gabriella's 'Briyar' is actually the Organization's 'Roxy'. A twenty-one year old trained agent that specialized in the art of deception. For years, Roxy had to dye her hair, change her clothes, wear contacts and even speak differently to complete her mission. She's been playing the role to get close to Gabriella and when Ashton finally decided it was time to take her, Roxy set the plan in motion.
She's been doing missions like this since she was 15 years old and her morals never got in the way, but after spending a few years with Gabriella....she actually ended up really caring for her.
"Just give her some time, Roxy." Chance said watching her pace back and forth. It was actually hard watching her be so....emotional. Roxy was never the type to put her emotions on display, let alone practically cry in front of a group of people.
"I feel like the more time she sits and thinks about it, the more she's going to feel like everything was all a lie." Roxy sniffled.
"It was." Zendaya said nonchalantly. Roxy glared at her and instead of retaliating like usual, she sharply turned on her heel and walked away.
"Did you really have to be an ass just now?" I asked. Zendaya shrugged, leaning back into the couch.
"It is the truth, Justin. She should accept it." Serena agreed smugly, crossing her arms while looking at me. I could tell she really didn't care about any of this. Just the fact that she knew Gabriella was hurting, satisfied her.
It was so obvious she was jealous. Even though she swore up and down earlier that she didn't have a problem with Gabriella, but I knew it was all a lie. She's been making snide remarks about her all day and honestly it's really starting to get on my nerves.
Just as I was about to respond to Serena, Gabriella came quietly walking down the hall. Her face looked puffy and her eyes wet. I've seen her cry numerous times since she's been with us, but I could tell that this time was different. Before, it would be because she was scared, home-sick, but now....she just looked broken.
"Hey, sweetheart." I said carefully, walking up to her. Her arms were crossed under her chest and I couldn't help my eyes from quickly glancing down at her cleavage. I know now is not the time for this, but it's been weeks since the last time my sexual desires have been....fulfilled. Sad, I know, but I haven't had any desire to sleep with random girls or anyone for that matter since that night I kicked Gabriella out of my room for....Serena.
