Summary: Ever since the second grade Troy Bolton and Gabriella Montez hated each other. After Gabriella loses her mother to a car crash she lives with her Aunt still in Albuquerque. Troy and his friend's teasing becomes worse, when Troy finds out many things along with the loss of her mother, will things change in their relationship?
Gabriella's P.O.V.
"I'm very sorry, Ms. Montez, but your mother has passed at 11:54, we've done all we could." The nurse said trying to be sympathetic. Her attempt failed horribly, I can't blame her though, who wants to be in a hospital at 11PM?
"No! This can't be happening!" I shouted breaking into tears. I felt an arm wrap around my shoulder. I looked up to see Jack Bolton, yes, you heard right. Jack Bolton, the father of the stuck-up ass who just happens to be the most popular guy at my school. He sat next to me and patted my back soothingly. But anyone who just lost their mother could never be soothed right?
"Jack? What are you doing here?" I asked. Sure he was my neighbor, but still, his basketball star son hated my guts!
"Your Aunt called me, she asked me to help you with your things. You're moving into her house tomorrow morning, until then you're staying with us." He said, I have to say I completely forgot about the fact that I would have to leave my home. Since my dad was dead and now my mother, could this get any worse? Plus I had to get near Troy The Basketball Boy. That is his official title.
"I'm so sorry you have to do all this. I really am." I said tears flowing freely down my cheeks, I didn't bother to wipe them away considering they would be replaced moments later.
"It's ok, it's not your fault. I'm so sorry about Maria. She was a great person." I nodded and slowly started to walk towards the sliding door of the hospital. I was glad to be leaving the stuffy white place that everyone dreaded, but I never thought I'd have to go through this again so soon. My dad died only two years ago and now my mom! What else could go wrong.
"Um, Mr. Bolton, could you not tell Troy about this. I really don't want people at school finding out." I said.
"Uh, ok, but why don't you want them to know?" he asked.
"I get enough teasing from them already, I don't need any more attention." He nodded.
"Here." He said opening the passenger door of his white Infinity.
"Thanks...for everything." I said looking down.
"It's nothing. Now let's get you home." I nodded at his comment. We drove in a comfortable silence. At the moment I didn't feel like talking to anyone. We slowly turned on to Westwood Dr. (A.N. I don't know if that exists.) I just stared out the window not noticing anything that we passed. I just watched as the perfectly trimmed trees and bushes rustled in the wind. I was only taken from my trance when Jack interrupted my thoughts, "You can get some of your things and walk over, try not to be too long." I nodded with an emotionless look on my face. I pulled on the handle of the car door and held it tightly using it to lift me out of my seat.
I walked across the grass with the mist covering it rubbing on my feet. My flip flops were quite wet and slippery by the time I reached the door of the house I would never enter again. I sighed deeply and stuck my key into the slot and turned it. It seemed as though it hadn't been turned in years even though it had only been yesterday. The rust had only made it harder to turn, but it unlocked easily for me, I've done it too many times for it to be hard.
Once I entered the house I felt like it was empty. Though our things were still there it seemed like I was the only thing on-top of the creaky floors.
I quickly shoved clothes, necessary make-up, a hair brush, tooth brush, and my iPod Nano into my overnight bag. I ran down the stairs as fast as I could, wanting to get out of this empty house as fast as possible.
I hesitated before lightly knocking on the Bolton's front door. I tried to wipe away some of the tear stains that were left on my cheeks before someone answered. What do you know, of all people to answer the door it had to be Troy. He swung the door open harshly, "What do you want?" he asked. I heard footsteps getting closer and I listened hoping it would be Jack. I couldn't have been more wrong, it was Troy's best friend Chad. I was wrong when I thought this day couldn't get any worse.
"What is she doing here?" he asked in a disgusted tone.
"I was wondering the same thing." Troy said. I was frustrated with them but at that moment I didn't have the strength to argue. I was praying to god when I heard footsteps that they weren't from another one of Troy's dumb ass friends.
"Hi, Gabriella. Come on in." Jack said, I sighed as I walked through their front door.
"Why the hell is this in our house?!" Troy asked. I looked to Jack for help, "She just needs a place to stay tonight. Lay off." He said.
"You didn't answer my question." Troy said harshly.
"Yes, I did. Now just go to your room with Chad, we will talk about this later." Jack said sternly. Troy rolled his eyes, Chad just snickered. They ran up the steps quickly and started whispering when I was out of earshot.
"Come on Gabriella. I'll show you the guest room." I nodded once again. I followed him up the stairs and down the hall. The guest room was right next to a door that said "Keep out!" I figured that was Troy's room, lucky me! I have to be next to a lunkhead basketball player.
"Ok, the bathroom is right there," he said pointing across the hall, "If you need anything we'll our room is the last one on the right." He finished.
"Thanks Mr. Bolton." I said and forced a weak smile. It was his turn to nod now. He walked slowly down the hall and I watched him disappear down the steps. I walked into the guest bedroom and didn't even bother to close the door before I broke down crying.
I had my head in my hands, the tears flowing down my face. I heard a muffled, "Keep it down in there!" from Troy next door.
