"Baby, baby When we first met I never felt something so strong You were like my lover And my best friend All wrapped into one With a ribbon on it And all of a sudden When you left I didn't know how to follow It's like a shot That spun me around And now my heart left I feel so empty and hollow"

"Yes sing it sister." said Gabriella to her best friend Taylor as they cleaned out their lockers on the last day of their junior year at East High School for the Performing Arts.

"Whatever. I'm not trying to get noticed thank you."

"Scardy cat. Sing for me mama." She screamed, and everyone in the hall and everyone turned to stare at them.

"Gabi, Thanks you know."

"On with it." Someone yelled.

"You heard them. Sing."

"I hate you.

And I'll never give myself to another The way I gave it to you Don't even recognize The ways you hit me Do you? It's gonna take a miracle to bring me back And you're the one to blame And now I feel like, oh You're the reason Why I'm thinking I don't wanna smoke all These cigarettes no more I guess this is what I get For wishful thinking Should've never let you into my door Next time you wanna go on and leave I should just let you go on and do it It's not usual like how I'll leave It's like I checked into rehab Baby you're my decease It's like I checked into rehab Baby you're my decease I gotta check into rehab 'Cause baby you're my decease I gotta check into rehab' Cause baby you're my decease Damn, Ain't it crazy When your love slams? You'll do anything For the one you love' Cause anytime That you needed me I'd be there It's like You were my favorite drug The only problem is That you was using me In a different way That I was using you But now that I know That it's not meant to be You gotta go I gotta win myself over you." She finished singing, and turned grabbing her bag and shutting her locker in the process. She starts walking away and gets stopped by someone clapping and saying bravo. She didn't have to turn around to know who it was.

"Something you need, Cash?"

"Oooo, frigid. Why so cold? I only wanna congratulate you."

"You did, you're done and I'm gone."

"See ya at home Tay-Tay." He said smirking at her retreating form and her giving him the bird as she walked out the door.

"Now, Chad was that necessary?" asked Gabriella.

"Yes. It's the last day of school, I had to leave a lasting impression. Don't feel left out, yours is coming soon." He said just as his best friend Troy came up be hind her.

"Did ya miss me that much Ella to come to my friend?"

"On with it."

"Naw its no fun when you want me to do it. I'll do this instead."

"Wh-?" she was cut off by his lips. She never expected some one so cruel to kiss so gently. As quick as he started he pulled away and looked anywhere but her. After what seemed like hours he looks her dead in the eyes and walks away with Chad like nothing happened. He doesn't care, well neither does she. She walks out the school building to her car. As she drive past him and Chad she blast Pussycat dolls "I don't need a man" she stares right at him when Nicole sings "I don't need a man to make me happy" then she turns out the school parking lot.

"I think that was directed towards you my man." Chad said laughing.

"Funny. Tell me again why I did that."

"Cause you like her and felt it was the right thing to do. You are too nice for your one good you know that."

"Thank you. What about you and "Tay-Tay"?"

"What about it? She doesn't like me. I can live with that." He said hopping into his car.

"Cause, I dunno, maybe you make her life a livin hell at school and home. But I still think she could like you if yall got to know each other. Yes."

"Not gonna happen. And all of this sentimental BS needs to stop. Like now."

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At home Taylor was packing her bags, this summer not only would she be participating in the Prestigious Camp Arras for the performing Arts she'd also be helping out the teachers and their young singers and dancers.

"Tay-Tay!" Chad whispered climbing up the stairs.

"What!?" she yelled

"No need to be mean." He said leaning against the wall. She could feel his eyes on her; she fought to keep herself doing what she was doing. Which she realized she was folding up the skimpiest pair of underwear that she owns, most girls would've blushed, she just threw into her carry on and walked into her closet and started throwing skirts, shorts, dresses, and anything else onto her bed to be packed.

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Oh my lord. Now I don't usually use the name of the lord in vain, but lord have mercy on me for I not to die at this moment. I always knew she had a bangin body under all that excess fabric she be wearin but dammmn I didn't know she had a beyonce body and probably a little more junk in her trunk. How her mom could let her wear such short things. Those shorts are so short cut of an inch and they'll be draws. That shirt or them shirts; she has to layer. It's her signature she says. From what I can see it's a striped gray, white and black lace tank top under a graphic tee that she tied. Sayin I think: "Boys lie, but girls do it better". All of a sudden I'm getting attacked by clothes flying from out her closet.

"Hey could you stop?" I asked

"Hmm?" she asked back. Clearly not hearing a word I said.

"What's with all the clothes being thrown at me?"

"Camp." She said like it was no big deal. I'm going to camp Arras so is half of the junior class. Performing arts majors all of us but only some could afford the tuition. She could pay tuition for all the junior class with all the money her parents rank in doing whatever it is that they do in D.C. that they have to leave her here alone for months a time.

"Cash, You still with us?" she asked snapping her finger in my face.

"Yea. Later." As much as people think that we hate each other is the somewhat opposite. We're not friends in secret or anything, we're just more friendly when the 'rents are around. In her own weird way she has got me wrapped around her little finger and she doesn't know it. Only if she'd realize that I only terrorize her cause I'm afraid to say I love her. Mhmm, I'm past like. I've loved her since probably eighth grade.

"Hey Chad, you still there?" my dad asked.

"Yea, why y'all keep askin me that?" I said

"Well maybe because you're holding the door knob and staring into space. Are you done packing?" my dad said. Now to even out the playing field I'll explain everything. Besides her parents my dad is Tay-Tay's legal guardian. My dad is Tay's moms' best friend so she lives with us. Or we live in the Mckessie home in the guest rooms.
"Hey Blake." She called out of room.

"Yea Tay."

"Which dress should I wear to the orientation tonight?" she asked. To clear that up my dad is gay. Always has been. How was I born you ask? My dad didn't wanna be gay, so in a last effort he slept with my mom to see if she could turn him straight. Obviously didn't happen, when I was born my moms found some dude that she "loves" and sent me and my dad packing so we came to the Richards and been with them ever since.

"Hmm? Tough choice is it a black tie event?"

"Yes, kind of."

"Well these six summer dresses are out."

"Okay." She said putting them in a pile to be packed I think.

"The prints need to go, and that yellow to bright." She moved some more dresses but to a different pile. Now all she was left with were a couple of black dresses, a lot of white ones, and some colored ones. While those two think I see a black and white one I wouldn't mind to see her in.

"This one." I say. They look at me then the dress then each other back to the dress then me then each other. I'm freaked out. Then out of the blue she pulls the dress out of my hand and runs into the closet and look for some shoes.

"Bravo. Now you go get ready and pack some." My dad said walking out the room. When she didn't come out the room after five minutes I left to go watch some TV I had finished packing last week and chose what I was gonna wear when I got the invitation I month ago. I don't know what's with girls that they have to wait for the last minute to choose. Either way I find it amusing.