Hey Guys! I have this book of ideas, you know somewhere you your story ideas so you forget, and this was the one I wanted to do next. I took forever for me and my sister to get this plot done but we finally got it done. Right now, it is on the edge of my memory so I better just get started. I hope you like it! By the way, I must say that I don't swear and not even in my writing. Maybe a little but I am not going to let it get too far.
Disclaimer: I don't own High School Musical... sniff
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Gabriella was exceptionally excited...Okay fine, she was more than excited, she was frenzy, completely wild! She was finally going to become an official Female Special Agent in the FBI. At last , her dream would come true. She had waited 7 long years of extra hard physical training for this day. Gabriella vigorously tapped her pencil on the table. Her seventeen year old self was too young to handle so much excitement. She tuned back to what her physics teacher. Why does this have to be so easy. Ugh!
Reluctantly, she sucked in the words that her high school teacher was saying and spilled it into writing on her notebook.
Gabriella Montez had a very unusual personality which made her that much proud of it. Gabriella was a tom boy and she hung out with all boys , in her grade. Her favorites out of every sport would be volleyball and basketball and she was the best at them ( except for basketball. We all know the who the best at basketball is). And like the Gabriella we all know she was very, very smart. Her wardrobe consisted of everything , shorts, capris,jeans, tank tops, t-shirts, . Gabriella held the record in her school among the girls to have not even owned, or worn a skirt in the longest time. Her dream was to protect her country, her world. And today that was going to come true. No one knew about her being in the FBI no one was supposed to know. Gabriella had no family unless you wanted to count the people in the agency. Not with blood, no. She was born into the FBI. Gabriella lived alone in an apartment near the agency that they happily supplied for her. She got everything she needed. Everyone loved her for her except one. Her enemy, (her words not mine) Troy Bolton.
Gabriella suddenly dropped her pencil which jerked her out of her thoughts. She looked at the teacher with pleading eyes telling her to stop. She gladly stopped and smiled and Gabriella who reached down under desk and picked up the pencil. Forgetting that she was actually under the table she whammed the back of her head into the desk.
"Ow!" she yelped as she slid into an upright position. Please no headache she thoughts has she started rubbing the back of her head. She hit one spot and her head started throbbing. So much for my prayers. The head ache got worse the voice she hated most breathed into her ear. " I hope it didn't make a dent in your head bigger than the one that was in it before.".
Gabriella inwardly groaned at the increasing pain in her head that Troy had caused ever since that first word of his.
"Shut up " she cursed ,while whispering.He smirked at turned his attention back to the teacher. Way to ruin my mood Bolton.
The class dragged on and finally , way too late for Gabriella, the last bell of the day She packed her stuff and headed out the door. In the door way a leg popped out looking casual. Gabriella, however , caught the leg and deliberately walked around it. She faced Troy.
"I'm sure your leg was there for no particular reason. Unless you wanted to trip a tom boy"
"Me?! No, of course not. Why would I want to trip a poor innocent bipolar disordered tom boy " He reasoned leaving a innocent smirk on his face. Gabriella narrowed his eyes.
"Bitch"
"Asshole"
"Enough!" A strong female voice echoed.
Troy went strait to his and seated himself into the black Mercedes. He listened the car silently roar to life and started to back out of his parking spot. Suddenly a red BMW convertible ,which was slicker than slick, zoomed behind his car. His reaction was on perfect timing. He released his foot of the gas pedal and it shifted to brake all in a blink. He looked back at the convertible that had abruptly past him saw the back of someones head. He smirked. Troy would recognize the back of that head anywhere. Dark brown curls. That was Gabriella. Before anyone else could pass him, in a swift gesture he pulled back behind her car. She was driving fast. Troy glanced at the time in his car. 3:45. He pushed his foot down slightly gearing up the speed from the limit 35 to 45. He was driving at the same speed as Gabriella. Why would he want to be late on a day he had waited 7 really hard years for.? Finally, he was going to become a Male Special Agent in the FBI. It was a dream come true.
Troy Bolton was your typical golden boy of East High. He played for the East high Wildcats as captain in basketball and he loved it. Troy had the dream of becoming an agent of the FBI since forever and now it was coming true. He was raised by the the whole agency and they were his only family. He lived in an apartment in the complex across from Gabriella's which was once again supplied by the FBI. Really both complexes were the same but thy were split with the Main Street between them. Neither of them knew where each other lived though. No one knew where Troy lived except his beloved agency. In fact, no one knew his career outside of school. Everybody loved Troy Bolton except one person. Gabriella Montez.
Troy was saw Gabriella turn into her complex. She lives that close?! As he saw her face he saw a light smirk on her face. With out hesitating he turned into complex opposite from hers.
Gabriella slipped on a pair of jean shorts. She wore a white elbow length sleeve white shirt with a dark green tie that hung from her neck like a necklace that was incredibly long. The dark green tie indicated that she was going through training for an FBI agent. Everyday as long as she wasn't on a mission she would wear this to the headquarters. There they had locker rooms and the proper clothing for training or a violent mission. It was her temporary uniform every day. Today she would be changing the tie. It be from a dark green one to a black one giving away that Gabriella after today is official agent in the FBI. Gabriella quickly pinned on her identification and headed out the door grabbing her car keys and bag. Quickly she drove to the FBI Headquarters of Albuquerque.
Troy parked his slick car in the 'trainee' section of the parking lot. He clicked a button on his car remote control and waited for a familiar light beep. But instead several, loud ,agonizing beeps filled the air. He pressed the lock button this time making sure it was the right button. Whoops wrong button he thought Hopefully no one heard or saw that. Yes, Troy had taken everything in past years of his training very seriously but the stupid ,dang, car remote control was always his number one mistake. He had to get over it. Troy sped up a little. There were 5 minutes until he had to be there. He knew someone was going to be there before him and sometimes things go late but this was the FBI and he didn't want to take chances.
Gabriella was there perfectly on time, 4:15. The 'ceremony' took like 15 minutes. They were doing one trainee at a time and Gabriella was the first. She poked her head out through the doorway of the auditorium where it was going to take place. The place was totally empty except for a man. Gabriella lightened up.
"Sir" she greeted mannerly. He turned his head to face her and a smile splatted onto him. "Hey!" she waved. Her normal was back.
"Aah Gabriella. Hasn't it been a long time. I remember the ten year old girl that I saw when I enrolled you in the training. And now look at you," the old-ish man looked at her from top to bottom. " Your going to be a Female FBI agent at 17 years old!" he exclaimed. He opened up his arms calling her for an embrace. She smiled brightly and ran up to him. His hugs were the same.
"It's been such a long time, Papi" Gabriella told her god-father. She felt tears sprang up but she pushed them down being the tom boy she is.
" I know ,honey" With that he planted a kiss on top of her head. When Gabriella was eleven years old her god-father was sent on a mission. Ever since that Gabriella had never seen him. He was the only connection Gabi ever had to her parents.
Gabriella pulled back from the hug and stood in front of him. She was ready for this. Heck, she had been ready for this for SO LONG. Roger, her god-father, took out a paper from a file that had her full name printed on the tab. He looked down through the whole paper... twice. She took a deep breath. Roger turned his back to her and grabbed something. He turned back with a gold pillow in his hands. On it was the shiniest black tie ,similar design to the one that Gabriella was wearing right now, that she had ever seen. On the bottom tip, in gold letters was her name in one line. Under it was the FBI emblem not in color but completely etched out in gold. Gabriella exhaled. Finally...
Roger placed the pillow on the table next to Gabriella. He smiled at her. Silence had filled the room entirely. He gently grasped the loose tie that hung around her neck and pull it over her head. Gabriella's heart sped up a million times faster. He placed it on the pillow next to the gold one. He picked up the black tie as carefully as ever and slipped it down her head. He positioned it making it look perfect. Gabriella right then took a deep breath and let it out confidently. Her expression turned serious ,while inside her she was jumping for joy. But she knew better. Yes, this job was 'The Job' for Gabriella, but it had to be taken seriously , it was dangerous. Yet, so fun! Gabriella thought. Her face lightened up a bit and she shook her Papi's hand.
"Congratulations,Gabs" he cheered. " Just remember , your country now relies on you. Protect it. Help it. Save it.". Gabriella nodded at his words. Those were the things she had dreamed of doing every day of her life. They had another hug than Gabriella turned to the exit of the door.
"Gabriella" Roger called her calmly. She turned. Immediately , Roger's hand sprang out aiming for her face and as reaction she blocked it and her other arm went strait into fist heading for his stomach. Unfortunately, Roger still had his other hand free so he blocked her. In another second, Gabriella foot had stomped his foot and Roger's arm on her went loose. Her hand sprung out of his grasp and she finished his job with his stomach. Instantly, Roger's right hand dropped and to top it all off in another moment Gabriella lift her foot up hitting fully on his groin. For a second Roger seemed actually in pain. But then he straitened out and smiled at her.
"I'm proud of you. They taught you ,well" he said. Gabriella smiled and simply left the auditorium through the exit.
Troy heard a ground-vibrating bell ring deeply. It was his turn. He took a deep breath , let it out and entered the auditorium.
"Sir" he said as soon as the door was closed behind. The man in a dark green suit , almost black, turned to look at him. Troy didn't believe what he was seeing. " Uncle Roger?!".
"Troy." Roger smiled. He looked at the well toned, handsome young man in front of him. He was ripped jeans with a dress shirt and his trainee ,dark green tie. Pretty handsome. "It's been forever," once again like he did with Gabriella he held his arms open calling Troy into his uncle's arms. Troy sprinted towards and they joined in a very manly hug. Jack Bolton, Troy's father, did not have a real brother but Roger Ricardo was Jack's best , closest friends almost brothers. He pulled back.
"My." Roger breathed as he looked down to boy that was 17 years old now and Roger remembered when he was merely 7. He stood tall once again and looked at Troy in the eyes. Troy of course didn't know what to expect. Was he going to continue the ceremony or talk to Troy? It came out to the least of the unexpected. Roger lunged to the side attempting to kick Troy. He was close very close but he was a little bit easy for Troy who simply kicked Roger's other leg making Uncle loose balance. Uncle Roger didn't let go of Troy that easily. As soon as he caught his balance, which was really fast, Uncle Roger swiftly moved his hand forward toward Troy's face. He shifted to the side barely missing the arm than he shot his arm out for Uncle Roger's stomach. It hit his toned stomach. Uncle Roger straitened out and smiled , yet once again. He turned his back on Troy who had repositioned himself. Turned back, roger brought the gold pillow with him with a shiny black tie on it. At the tip was his name in golden letters with the golden FBI emblem. He looked strait ahead taking it as seriously as Gabriella had 15 minutes before. With two smooth moves Uncle Roger replaced the dark green tie with the silky black one. Before he knew it Troy was out of the room, and now he was an official FBI agent.
Exactly nine hours later at exactly 1:45 am. Gabriella Montez and Troy Bolton were fast asleep in their respective apartments. Their phones rang once. And they jerked awake picking the phone immediately. They both knew who had sanity to call at almost 2 am and that would be their beloved agency.
"Sir" they said at the same time. Neither of them knew that Uncle Roger could hear both Troy and Gabriella at the same time even though they couldn't hear each other.
"Are you ready for your first mission?" he asked both of them. Gabriella and Troy both felt a surge of joy go through them but then they controlled.
"Yes!" The said. Roger gave them both 40 minutes to make their way ready and in uniform (with ties) to the FBI headquarters. And they did it.
Exactly 38 minutes Gabriella was met with fierce , and strangely comfortable , eyes of her Papi. She breathed in. "I'm ready". Suddenly someone burst through the door. She didn't exactly see him because he was blocked by Papi.
"Ah Troy." Roger said delightfully. "I love your precise timing". Troy looked into his Uncle's eyes. "I am ready, Uncle Roger".
Uncle Roger simply nodded. "Before we go to details. You must meet your partner for this mission and trust me when I tell you this: many many more," With that Uncle Roger stepped aside to reveal a girl.
There she stood in her uniform of the white elbow-length sleeve shirt and jean shorts. He eyes piercing yet lovely and breathtaking. Her dark brown highlighted hair was straited ,showing off her delicate coming just below her chest making her look unbelievably sexy. On her neck hung a silky black tie indicating that she was an agent of the FBI. There she stood the one he despised the most.
There he stood in his uniform of jeans and a dress shirt. His eyes shocking yet heart-lifting and breathtaking. His caramel hair longer than normal, making him look incredibly hot, was combed to the side to hang of his forehead and slightly cover his eye. On his neck hung a smooth black tie showing everyone that he was an agent of the FBI. There he stood the one she loathed the most.
There they stood. Hating each other.
Holy Cheese and Crackers... Hope fully you guys like this as much as I love writing it. Thanks for giving this a chance and please continue reading the future chapters. There is going to be SO MUCH TROYELLA.
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