Hey everyone! I finally have the first chapter of this story up and I'm really excited about it and my other story (which I'm still working on, a Sonny With A Chance fic, 2 be up soon!) Disclaimer: I do not own anything of the High School Musical franchise, nor do I own "You Belong With Me" by Taylor Swift!
"Troy?" I asked as I ran down the hall to catch up to Troy.
"Yeah."
"What are you doing Friday?"
"Staying away from you." Troy stopped walking down the hallway and turned towards me, and laughed.
"What?"
"I'm going out with Gemma on Friday." I sighed in frustration. Both of us started walking down the hallway once more.
"I know you don't like her Gabs, but you've got to face it. I'm going to date people you probably won't like." Like Gemma? Absolutely!
"I just can't stand her, Troy. I can't help it. Something about her just doesn't sit right with me."
"I don't know what though. She's fun. She's nice. She's sweet. I don't get it." I rolled my eyes. As if on cue, here came Gemma. Her straight, brunette, highlighted hair which came to just below her shoulders blew behind her as if a fan was pointed right at her. Her 5' 6" self strutted down the hallway in her high heels, short skirt, and v-neck shirt. (links in profile!) She came up to Troy and I and purposely slipped in between us and snaked her arm around Troy's waist, God I hate her.
"Hey Gabriella, what's up?" Gemma said cheerfully.
"Nothing much. Just you know, talking to Troy, like usual." I smiled a fake smile.
"Cool." Gemma then immediately turned her attention to Troy.
"So where are you taking me Friday, Troy?"
"It's a surprise." Troy said.
"You don't know where you're taking her Friday, do you?" I asked.
"Uh…no. But I'll figure something out. I promise."
"Well, there's a big party at one of the cheerleader's houses on Friday we can go to. Her parents are away." Gemma suggested.
"Okay, sounds good to me!" Troy stated.
"Gabriella, you wanna come?"
"Sure!" HELL NO!
"Gemma!" Some of the cheerleaders yelled out to her.
"Well, I gotta go. I'll catch up with you later, guys." She quickly kissed Troy and ran off.
"Isn't she great?" Troy asked Gabriella.
"Yeah, fantastic." I said.
Two days later, Wednesday, I was at my locker, when Taylor popped up beside me.
"Hey Gabriella, having a good day so far?"
"Yep. I have no homework so far and I haven't seen any of Gemma yet."
"Oh come on, Gabriella. She's not that bad. You seem to be the only one around here who doesn't like her. It's kind of sad the only reason you don't like her is because she's dating Troy. You didn't have a problem with her before."
"True, but I wasn't around her enough to see how much I would dislike her." Taylor shook her head at me.
"Anyways, you heard about the party Shannon is throwing on Friday. You know, the cheerleader Shannon?"
"Yeah, I heard about it. Gemma mentioned it the other day. Her and Troy are going to it. She invited me to it also."
"Total ignorance I think. Who throws a party without their parent's consent or presence?"
"Apparently her." Gabriella responded while shuffling through things in her locker.
"So are you going to go to the party?"
"I doubt it. I don't want to be around a lot of East High's dim-wits that are so-called cheerleaders."
"Gabriella I know that you don't want to be around those kind of people, but that's not the only group of people going."
"Isn't it though? It always seems to me that's who goes to those things."
"Yeah, but just go and see what it's like. Maybe you'll like it."
"I guess there isn't anything wrong with just checking out the party. If I don't like it, which I probably will, I'll just leave." Taylor smiled.
"That sounds more like it." The bell then rang, and both of us ran off to our last class of the day. Afterwards, I drove home and threw my stuff down on the floor in the living room, and greeted my mom.
"Hey mom."
"Hey sweetie, how was school?"
"Oh the usual."
"How are things with you and Troy? I know that it's not been that great since Gemma has popped into the picture."
"Well, I still don't see what Troy sees in her. I really don't."
"I know Gabriella. You say how something doesn't seem right with her, so you're probably right. You've had these hunches before, and you seem to be the one that's right in the end."
"I hope so."
"So are you going to that party on Friday that you mentioned the other day?"
"Yeah I think I will." Mom nodded her head.
"Well, I'm gonna head upstairs. Let me know when dinner's ready."
"Okay." I headed upstairs and went into my room without closing the door. I glanced quickly in her mirror at myself, wondering what Troy didn't see in me. Yeah we were just friends. But that was just it. We were just friends. And I want to be more than that. I just couldn't help but get butterflies whenever Troy looked my way, and those eyes of his. Oh boy, those bluest blue eyes of his could melt the hardest girl's heart. But, life isn't always what you want it to be. It was one of the things I just had to deal with. I sighed and walked over to my bed. I grabbed my songbook off the nightstand and grabbed my guitar from the side of my bed. I sat cross-legged on my bed, guitar in lap, and songbook in front of me. I slowly began to strum on the acoustic, and then began to sing softly the lyrics I had written down in front of me.
"You're on the phone with your girlfriend
She's upset
She's goin' off about something that you said
But she doesn't get your humor like I do
I'm in the room
It's a typical Tuesday night
I'm listenin' to the kind of music she doesn't like
She'll never know your story like I do
She wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts
She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreamin' about the day when you look up and find
That what you're lookin' for has been here the whole time
(Chorus)
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all alone
So why can't you see
You Belong With Me
You belong with me
Walk in the streets with you and your worn out jeans
I can't help thinkin' this is how it ought to be
Laughing on a park bench thinking to myself, hey isn't this easy?
And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town
I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down
You say you're fine I know you better than that
Whatcha doin' with a girl like that?
She wears high heels, I wear sneakers
She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreamin' bout the day when you look up and find
That what you're lookin' for has been here the whole time
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all alone
So why can't you see
You Belong With Me
Standin' by you waiting at your back door
All this time, how could you not know maybe?
You Belong With Me…"
"Sorry, your…uh, mom let me in. I didn't know I was interrupting anything." I jumped at the sound of Troy's voice, coming from my doorway. I looked over at him and smiled.
"It's okay, you weren't. Come on in." Troy plopped on the bed next to me, and laid down.
"That song was good, Ella. Really." I looked down at Troy.
"Thanks. It needs some work though. I'm trying to think of a part to go after the second verse." Troy sat up, and grabbed my guitar and tried to strum the same chords I was when I was playing. He finally got it and started playing the song.
"I didn't know you could play?"
"Well, there's a lot of things about me you don't know, baby." I laughed. Baby?
"Like what?"
"I…um…don't know. You pretty much know everything already. Besides guitar, I mean. Am I sounding stuttery? I feel like I kinda am." He scratched his head. I giggled at this. He's cute when he stutters.
"I like your laugh, Ella. Cute." He started to stare at me. After a few seconds, I broke his gaze.
"Back to what you were saying. You were kinda stutterish."
"Oh. Well, I'm not usually stuttery, so it's kinda freakin' me out." I laughed.
"What a dork."
"Hey!" He slightly pushed me so I fell over onto my stomach. He then purposely laid his back on top of me!
"Troy! Get off me! You're crushing me. I think you are forgetting how much bigger you are than me!" I kept trying to get up, but the weight of Troy on top of me was almost impossible to get out of.
"Not until you admit that you're a dork and Troy Bolton is a sexy beast."
"I'll admit the dork part, but you? Sexy beast? I don't think so." Troy feigned hurt, and got off me.
"Close enough." He grabbed my hand and pulled me back up.
"I am too a sexy beast."
"Sure." I said sarcastically. Troy quickly glared at my, only to hear me giggle. He picked back up the guitar and started strumming again. He stopped a minute later and grabbed my songbook.
"Troy!"
"I just wanted to write in some lyrics for you."
"What is it?"
"Troy Bolton is a sexy beast." I lurched at Troy to get her songbook from him.
"No!" I squealed, but then giggled at my own stupidity when I fell on Troy's lap.
"I'm just kidding. I've actually got something." I sighed and let Troy right down his lyrics for about two minutes, biting the pencil, trying to concentrate the entire time, earning stifled giggles from me.
"Why don't you play and sing it for me, Troy?"
"Fine." He started strumming the guitar, looking down at me, and I just couldn't help but stare into his eyes when my brown orbs locked with his.
"Oh, remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night
I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're bout to cry
I know your favorite songs and you tell me bout your dreams
I think I know where you belong, I think I know it's with me
Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all alone, so why can't you see?
You Belong With Me
Standin' by you waiting at your back door
All this time, how could you not know, maybe?
You Belong With Me
You Belong With Me
You belong with me
Have you ever just thought maybe?
You Belong With Me
You Belong With Me…
"So, what'd you think?" Troy asked, and he snapped me of my daze.
"Amazing. How'd you come up with that?"
"I don't really know to be honest with you." Troy scratched his head and I smiled and Troy smiled right back at me. I got up from my position of laying on Troy and sat up.
"Troy, why don't you sing more?"
"I don't know. I did the Twinkle Towne with you last year. That's not too long ago." I smiled, remembering the audition, being scared in front of so many people. But Troy kept reassuring me, and I knew when Kelsi had started up the song the second time, I'd be ready. My mind then flashed to the actual show, remembering the onstage kiss that we had to do. When we had done that kiss, I knew that I felt sparks between Troy and me. But I did nothing to try to start a relationship of sorts, and I definitely regretted it.
"True. I think you should do the fall musical, too."
"Gabriella-"
"Come on, Troy. It'd be fun."
"I don't know. I'd have to see." Silence fell over us until Troy spoke up.
"Gabriella?"
"Yes?" Troy then turned over and laid on his side, propping himself up with his elbow, to face me.
"Do you ever regret not doing something you should have done, but were too stupid to do it?" Of course so. This is right up my alley.
"Yeah. I do."
"Like, if you would have just gone to that person and told them how you felt, and you think that they'd have felt the same way?" Again, YES!!!!
"Yeah."
"I hate it when I do stuff like that. Then I feel like an idiot." Troy then sat up. I also sat up and rubbed his back.
"You're not an idiot, Troy. I'm sure whatever you regretted not doing, you'll have another opportunity to do it."
"Really? You think so, Ella?" I smiled at him. I then noticed how close we were to each other. If only he was thinking what I was thinking about. A kiss.
"I know so, Troy." Troy smiled at me and then wrapped his arms around me for a hug.
"Thanks, Ella. You're an awesome friend." I hugged back. Yeah, friend.
So, what'dya think? I've got 6 more chapters of this story already written, so I'm definitely going to keep posting these chapters, as I am excited about this story. Anyways, please leave reviews (they make me happy! :P) and feel free to author alert, story alert, add author or story to favorites! I love it all! Next chapter will be up as soon as I get a decent amount of reviews for this first chapter! Love Ya All!, Deidra :)