Chapter 2

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The next day I got to school early to make sure where everything was. It was only 7:30 and the halls were pretty much empty. I found myself among the ten students that were actually there. I knew none of them. Except for one. Michael.

Once I walked up to the group, I instantly regretted my decision. I tried to turn and walk away but by then Michael had seen me. I hated him and I didn't want him to talk to me, even though I was pretty sure he hated me too.

"Gabriella!" Michael called. It was too late. "Hey, I have to ask you something." He smiled like a little girl. I looked at him and waited for him to start talking again. "Right okay. I was talking to Ashton, and it turns out he likes you." I raised an eyebrow. Michael kept talking, "I was surprised too don't worry."

Ashton likes me? I thought he was cute but I'm not sure I wanted to date him. "I'll talk to him later. Thanks Michael." He nodded happily, knowing he did something good for a friend. When I first met Michael he didn't seem like the person who did something nice for a friend, and smiled about it.

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I tried to avoid Ashton all day. That seems bad but I didn't like him in that way. I was also too afraid to tell him that to his face.

Before sixth period Ashton came up to me in the halls. "Gabriella hey!" He smiled, which was really cute. Ashton put one hand on the lockers and leaned up against it. "There's a party tomorrow night at my house, you should come." Was this a date that he wanted? Or just an excuse to hangout with me all night get my slightly drunk. 

"I'll think about it." I said with a fake smile. Ashton smiled back, content with my answer. Leaving the conversation where it was, Ashton spun on his heels and walked to class. I sighed and leaned up against the lockers. "What have I gotten myself into?" I muttered to myself.
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It was Friday and yesterday I told Ashton I would come to his party tonight. I wasn't really looking forward to it me being the new girl and everything. My mom insisted I go, but to her knowledge it was a small gathering. I wasn't big into making friends anymore since I've moved so much.

Luke told me he would come pick me up around 6 o' clock. It was 6:30. Ever since that first day of school he'd been back and forth a lot. One day he was at school, perfectly fine, and the next he wasn't. I didn't understand him at all.

Finally I heard the doorbell ring. I rushed to open it, only to find Michael standing there. I was tempted to shut the door but I figured that was rude. "Luke you've changed so much." I said sarcastically.

"Haha that was a good one, Gabriella. You should totally take up comedy." Michael laughed, really hard actually but I knew he was kidding. I hate him. "Luke can't make it tonight so he asked if I could pick you up." I groaned. If Michael thought I was going to get in a car with him he wasn't very smart. "If you think I'm getting in your car then you're the funny one." I told him and crossed my arms. "Then we'll walk. Just come on Gabriella, Ashton is really looking forward to you being there." I guess Michael was right, I shouldn't let Ashton down because I was too stubborn to go with Michael. I agreed with a nod and got my purse off the hook by the door.

It was windy out and Michael and I decided to walk. My skater skirt and long sleeve crop top weren't doing much of keeping me warm. Michael looked at me, "are you cold?" What made him think that? Was it saying that I was cold? Or hugging my arms close to my body? He took off his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders. "I don't want your jacket." I lied. Michael groaned and took it off and put it back on himself. "You're so stubborn how do you go through life? Have you ever stopped to think that there are actual people who want to help you?"
"And you are one of those people?" I said finding it hard to believe. I found it hard to believe that there was a possibility that Michael cared about me. I didn't want him to care about me because I didn't want to be friends with him.

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