Author: StrawberryAngel143 PM
*Story about performers from Bucket and Skinner's prom and OC's.* Sequel to Breaking The Rules. The tour has ended for Greyson, Cody, and Angela and it is back to their normal lives. But with a devious blonde girl set on revenge, a heart-wrenching love triangle, and a twist that could change everything normality is hard to find. I don't own Cody Simpson's or Greyson Chance's music!Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 8 - Words: 12,379 - Reviews: 28 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 11-24-12 - Published: 09-18-12 - id: 8537211
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Greyson pulled his knees to his chest as he sat on the couch in Angela's living room, watching she and Cody make countless calls on both of their phones to invite people to the party Alli had made necessary.
"Look, I don't really get the point of this," Cody sighed exasperatedly, hanging up the phone from a long, chatty call with Stella Hudgens.
"The point of what?" Angela mouthed as she pinched the phone between her shoulder and her ear. Her hands were busy on her laptop, inviting even more people via email.
"The party," Cody grumbled, hitting the next number in his contact's list. "The LA Premier of Chasing Mavericks is tomorrow night and I really wanted to take you."
"Chasing Mavericks?" Greyson repeated, blankly. "What's that?"
"It's the new surfing movie that's out."
"Because America really needs another surfing movie," Greyson rolled his eyes, and Cody raised his eyebrows.
"What's the problem with surfing?"
"Nothing, just that Soul Surfer was so good that I don't think they really need any more surfing movies, at least not for awhile."
"Soul Surfer could've been better if Anna Sophia Rob was-"
"Guys," Angela hung up her phone, a little sharply. "Could you just help me get the invites out? I can't do this on my own. And Cody, you're the one who made this stupid party necessary so shut up about it."
Cody looked stung.
"What's your problem?" he hung up too.
"I don't have a problem, it's just that-"
"No, you sounded like you had a problem."
"I'm telling you I don't have a-"
"Save it. Just tell me what's wrong."
"Well now my problem is that you won't let me finish a freaking sentence."
Cody was silent.
"Well?" Angela glared. "Nothing to say?"
"Oh," Cody said pleasantly. "Are you finished with your sentence?"
"Okay, you know wh-?!"
"Guys, let's all be cool," Greyson laid a hand on Cody's shoulder and Angela's forearm.
"I'm just tired of fighting with Angela all the time," Cody reached up irritably and tangled his hand in his bangs.
"Well then stop starting fights, it's simple enough," Angela rolled her eyes.
"Sometimes it's like I don't even know you!"
"Is this what all relationships are like?" Greyson wondered aloud.
"Well maybe if we spent more time together than you would know me better than you do," Angela retorted.
"We see each other every freaking day! What more could you want?"
"You act like it's such a chore to spend time with me!"
"Don't turn this around on me, Angela. You're the one who does that all the time."
"Look, if you don't like it why don't you just leave?" Angela demanded.
"Seriously, this can't be normal," Greyson mumbled, resting his chin on his knees as he took in the scene. He looked like a child caught between his fighting parents.
"Maybe I will," Cody stood up and shoved his phone back into his pocket. "I just can't deal with you right now, sometimes I wish you'd just stay away from me!"
"Fine, whatever," Angela rolled her eyes again as Cody stormed towards the door, opened it, and then slammed it shut behind him.
The door banged shut with an echo that left both Greyson's and Angela's ears ringing. He turned his head a little to meet her eyes, which were surprisingly shiny already.
"Oh, Ang, I'm so sorry he's just-"
"It's fine," she gave a watery smile and brushed the tears out of her eyes with the back of her hand. "Let's just keep doing the invites, we need to finish getting these out before tomorrow."
She reached for her phone just as it rang, and she looked down at it.
"Whose calling you, is it Cody?" Greyson smiled, hoping to make her feel better.
She shook her head. "It's an unknown number."
She answered it and turned on speaker phone for Greyson.
There was no reply, and she glanced down at the phone confusedly.
"I guess it's a wrong number or something," Greyson shrugged with a flip of his layered brown locks. "Just hang-"
"I told you to stay away from them," the voice was a harsh, unisex whisper.
"H-huh?" Angela's eyes widened.
"I told you to stay away from them," the voice repeated. "Or else. This is your last chance, Angela Megel."
And then the line clicked, and the call ended.
Angela turned to Greyson, the blood rushing out of her face.
"Greyson," she said hoarsely. "Ohmygod."
"Shh," he got off the couch he was on and slipped onto the chair next to her, collecting her in his arms. "It's okay, whoever that was won't touch you. The alarms are all on, the doors are locked…It's okay, it's okay…"
He said whatever came into his mind, trying hard to calm her down. She didn't cry or shout or shake, she just sat there on the chair frozen with her hands clamped tight together and her beautiful face pale.
"I just…I wish I knew who was doing this," Angela finally said. "Who could it be? Not a fan, because my number's not out and neither is my address. Greyson, it has to be someone I know. Someone I'm close to."
"Angela," he said slowly.
"Don't get mad, okay?"
"What is it, Greyson?"
"Well," he said slowly. "If you really think it is someone you know, then maybe…"
"Just spit it out, please Grey!"
The suspense was killing her, literally.
"Well, what did the person on the phone say? For you to stay away from Cody and Greyson, right?"
She nodded once, curtly.
"And what did Cody say to you right before he left?" Greyson asked, timidly.
Just stay away from me.
A strange choice of words.
Greyson avoided Angela's eyes. "And the call came when he was gone, just like last time when the envelope came while he was gone."
When Angela didn't answer, he looked up to meet her eyes.
"Look, I know it's crazy," he sighed. "Just forget about it, I just thought for like a second that maybe-"
"No, Greyson," Angela put her pale hand on his. "I think you might be right."
Note:ahhh! :o So who do you think it is? Tom? Cody? Alli? A random fan, still? Someone else? Let me know! Review, review review! This story has like two avid readers so it kinda makes me not want to write it, but it's my favorite to write. I just wished you guys liked it as much as I did! It would make me sooo happy if you could get the word around a little? Tell your friends and stuff or tweet about it or something? I just want to know people are reading this! Please, please review! Thanks so much in advance, 143!