Off The Scale (EDITING IN PROGRESS)

Chapter 11

A/N: IT'S LIKE 3 IN THE MORNING AND I'VE BEEN FEELING SO BAD FOR NOT UPDATING SO HERE YA GO.

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Chapter 11:

Lea Ramos

Nope, not this one. No, not that. 'Should I ask him what color he is wearing?' I ask. No, I shouldn't.

I sigh, frustrated. If only having guts is much easier. Isn't that what it takes to be an actress? To have guts? I sighed once more.

"Whatcha looking at?" Adam asks as he sits down beside me. My eyes wander to his in surprise.

"You're... You're not mad at me?" I ask without taking a breath. He chuckled, giving me a small sour look.

"Not really," he replied, "I mean, why Troy? I thought you and, I don't know, maybe Dylan have something going on. Why did your mind automatically change?"

Dylan. It was all about him. I guess I wouldn't blame them since he was mainly the only guy that I've really hung out with ever since I came to California. But, why does his name have to revolve around me? He has many other opportunities, most that are better than me, that he could spend his time with, especially Alexis. So, why would he spend it on me?

"I honestly don't know," I responded, "Troy wanted to make things better between me and him, and I guess, he wanted to take me to Formal along the line too. I didn't know that he had a huge crush on me, really."

Adam scoffed with slight surprise, "Me either. I usually thought that he liked Alexis ever since he got here to California. He would do anything for her."

My eyebrow rose in concern, "Anything?" He nodded.

What a coincidence.

That night, I lain over the comforters of my bed as I settled into a silent meditation. I need to let go of my own thoughts. It feels like everything is slowly being extruded from me, and they all involved one astute person in my life. Alexis. It's like she has depreciated every bit of my everlasting pieces of joy, trying to keep my life déclasséed compared to the rest of Hillcrest View High. Just an abnormal DC girl.

My mind wonders if she has done any harm to make my life such a mess. She has been acting a little weird lately, especially when it comes to Dylan.

Thinking of him, realization dawned on me. There were no calls nor texts from him. I then began typing on my phone.

Lea: hey

Putting my phone down, I waited.

And waited, and waited, and waited. Hours later, there was still no reply. I gave up, my life was disheveled. I knew he wouldn't be there for me any longer. 'I thought our promises were discreet,' my mind said, 'whatever, he is meretricious to me now.'

Tears stung on my eyes, making my sight a blurry vision. I stood and locked myself into the bathroom. My sobbing days have come once again. My eyes then lay on a sharp metal object lying under the sink cabinet. I'm tempted.

I didn't show up at my acting class last night. Instead, I just asked Troy to go on a small date with me at the outlet mall, catching a movie and walking around the small shops. I checked my phone once more and still no sign of Dylan.

"Anything wrong?" Troy asked me. He stopped in front of me, entwining our fingers together. He slipped the phone into his hands.

"No," I lied, "Just hoping that my mom doesn't catch me skipping class." Well, partially.

"She's not gonna find out." He said with a smirk implanted on his face. He then leaned forward and began planting kisses from my nose to my lips.

My eyes flutter as I fall under his spell, yet they wander to see short sights of Dylan's complexion parallel with Troy's. My breath hitched as I step back, a little panicked.

"Lea, you need to calm down." Troy said. Sensing my uncomfortable tension, he just grasps onto my hand softly as he walked by my side. I close my eyes in embarrassment and turn to him with a hault.

"I'm sorry." I poured out, "I'm sorry I'm so nervous and always acting like I'm going to fall in a pit any second. I just... Why do you like me? I don't get it."

"Lea," Troy began as his eyes locked onto mine. He led me to a small table, still holding onto my hand, "why do YOU think I like you?"

"I don't know," I honestly answered, "I'm always out of words, I don't know how to explain anything when it comes to you liking me. You've never liked me before."

Troy chuckled, signalling a waiter for two orders of hot chocolate. He then looked at me again, bringing me back to a locked gaze as he grazed the palm of my hand. He said, "Lea, I've liked you for as long as I can remember. You remember me telling you how I've liked you ever since the past. We were seven and you were telling me how you wanted to be famous," he chuckled at himself as he is drifting back to the sweet memory. I remember it all too well, too,

"I said that I wanted to be famous too," I bursted out into laughter, but still kept my ears listening, "We became best friends since then. Later on, I still liked you, but then we grew up and we just grew up differently. I acted different, and so did you. But, my opinion on you never changed. I still liked you even when I teased you. I wanted to feel power, too."

"Power?" I asked in confusion.

"Power," he repeated, firmly, "back then, you were just full of yourself, but in a good way. You were sure that you were gonna be famous, and you didn't acknowledge me. But I was fine with that. You were happy, so I was happy too."

I giggled. He cocked an eyebrow and looked around. "Did I just make you laugh or is there something on my face?"

I shook my head. The waiter came back and settled down two white mugs. Troy nodded at him with gratitude and billed him early with a $5 tip. The waited smiled and left. "I never knew you could be so humble."

He scoffed, "We came from a disciplinary elementary school. I have my manners!"

I laughed once more. "I'm serious," he spoke, "Is there something on my face?" I shook my head once more and said, "No, I just didn't know you could be this cheesy."

"Well, now then, why do YOU like me?" Troy asked, "I must've been a douchebag over the years, even when I was gone. Why do you still like me?"

That let me sink into thought. I honestly didn't know why. It was almost as if he was just an alternative, replacing Dylan. I spoke, "Because I'm hopelessly devoted to you."

Just then, my heart sank as a voice came upon the scene.

"Hey, you guys."

Dylan. Damn.

I turned around and looked into those piercing blue-green eyes. Those were the true eyes thath I fell for, that swept me off my feet. My heart sank more.

"Hey." I said meekly.

He then looked at me, sending my unusual vibes, "I just wanted to tell you that I got your text yesterday, but my phone broke."

I nodded with a sad smile. I understood. He then continued, "Troy, you're a good guy. I'm happy for you and Lea. Take care of her, she means a lot to me."

The more words that spilled out of his mouth, the more my heart was heard cracking. This predicament was something that I never really pictured to experience. I'm in such deep shit.

"I will," Troy responded, "Thanks, man."

Another sad smile. Maybe this was the last time I'll ever hear from him.

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A/N: I can sleep now. again, I am SO sorry for not updating in such a long time, I'm always apologizing! but anyway, good luck to anyone who has midterms coming up soon ♡

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