"Tell him to book the place and to call me if he has any questions" 25-year-old Gabriella Montez told her assistant, Sarah, as she made her way into her office.

Gabriella was in charge of one of the best PR firms in Los Angeles at the mere age of 25, which is very impressive. She worked her butt off at USC and a few years later, here she is. Running her own company, living her dream in LA, and having the best friends and family possible. What more could a girl possibly want?

When she was younger, she lived in New Mexico, with a dream of always wanting to get away. She knew California was the place for her, so when she got into USC when she was 18, there was no hesitating in moving. Her best friends in the world were even coming along with her.

The first year was rough for her. She didn't realize how homesick she'd be and how hard college was, but she pulled through, and graduated early. After landing a killer internship at Vogue and doing PR for them, she knew even more that she wanted to build her own company. With the help of some connections, at the age of 23, her company was up and running. And for the past 2 years, it's been the best PR firm in LA. Every celebrity or socialite wanted her team on the job. And she couldn't be happier about it.

"Gabi, I just got a call from the Laker's publicist and she would like to hire us for this upcoming weekend"

Her eyes shifted from the computer to Sarah in frenzy. 5 days to plan? Is she crazy? She can definitely pull it off, if she canceled all her meetings and such.

"Sarah, really? 5 days!?"

Sarah nodded. She sat in a chair in front of Gabriella's desk and gave her a paper, "One of the players from the team is coming out with a cologne and they want this event to be big. They want all the major magazines there, E!, Extra, Access Hollywood, celebrities, everything. I told them I'd get back to them this afternoon. What do you think?"

Gabriella scanned over the paper. Her head was spinning and she needed a drink. She put her head in her hands, and thought for a minute.

"This is huge Gabi, I mean, it's basically for the Lakers. I know it's a short amount of time, but I'm positive we can do it"

Gabriella looked up and smiled at Sarah, "You're right. Let's do it. Cancel all my meetings this week and let's get to work"

Sarah smiled back, and got up, "I'm sure we won't regret this. Plus, it's the Lakers… Have you seen them? They're all so attractive. You'll look good with Zach Nichols or Derek Miller. No wait… Troy Bolton! Oh my gosh, he's so good looking"

"Sarah, sarah, calm down!"

Sarah blushed a bit; embarrassed she got a little carried away.

"Look, I'm sure they're all very attractive in person, but they don't have the best reputations and you know I'm in no place to date right now. I have a company to run. And I don't even know why I'm talking about this right now. That will never happen."

Sarah laughed a bit. Gabriella was "never" in a place to date. "Fine, whatever you say boss"

"Thanks, shut the door on your way out please"

Troy Bolton, 25-year-old point guard for the Lakers, woke up with his head pounding and the room spinning. He was mentally beating himself up for getting so wasted last night. But it was the first day of off-season and he had to celebrate someway. Basketball could be too much at times and even though he loved the game, he loved his rest too.

Troy grabbed his phone from his nightstand and saw 5 missed called and 4 text messages.

Mom, Mom, Chad, Mom, Zeke.

What did his mom want? She was always calling and though he loved her with everything inside of him, she was still treating him like he was 10.

He deleted all his missed called and checked his text messages.

Two were from his mom which read:

Honey, are you coming to visit next week?

Check out the newest US magazine. Supposedly you took home three girls. Lol

Groaning, he laid back in bed and put a pillow over his face. He hated the tabloids and hated how his mom even took the time to read them.

After a few seconds, he checked the other two texts that he had. One was from his best friend and teammate, Chad.

Dude just because it's off-season does not mean you need to get crazy drunk.

And the other one was from his publicist.

You are dead. Star is running a story that you took three girls home last weekend.

Troy couldn't take it anymore. He chucked his phone across the room, not caring if it breaks or not. He hated being in the spotlight, but he loved playing basketball and for the Lakers. He just wished they'd focus more on his game than his personal life. He's a single 25 year old man, what's so bad about dating around? He hated how the media made it a bigger deal that it was. If he was a normal 25 year old man, it would be totally normal.

Troy heard a knock on his door and ignored it. He wasn't in the mood to see anymore. But the knocking wouldn't go away and he eventually got up at answered it. It was Chad.

"What are you doing here?"

Chad made his way inside and towards the kitchen, "Making sure you're well enough for the launch party tonight"

Troy's eyes widened. He completely forgot about his teammates cologne and that tonight was the night of his big event.

"Shit man, I completely forgot. What time?"

Chad got out some stuff to make a sandwich from his refrigerator. He walked over to the cabinets and took out a plate.

"7 is the red carpet. Try not to look so hung over by then. And try not to drink so much tonight. Or hook up with a girl. You're getting scrutinized in all the magazines in case you didn't know"

Troy walked over to his cabinet and took out some cereal, "I know, Chad. But you know I'm not a whore. You know I would never bring three girls home. I barely bring one! The last time I brought a girl home, I dated her for, like, a few weeks! But I'm single, who cares what the fuck I do? They're making it seem like such a horrible thing to hook up with a girl. It's not like I'm having sex with them!"

Closing his sandwich together and taking a bite out of it, Chad held up a finger to Troy, telling him to give him a minute.

After swallowing, he said, "You can, but you're in the public eye. Normal people get away with hooking up with random girls, but you're not normal. And you've been given this reputation that everyone in LA tries to avoid. Just, I don't know, be more discreet about it"

Troy poured some milk into his cereal and sighed. He didn't want to be given this playboy reputation. It wasn't fair. His teammate was way more of a player than he was, but just because he was a starting point guard, his gets publicized more.

"You know what? I'm done meeting all these girls and hanging out with them, casually hooking up with them. The next girl I hook up with is going to be my girlfriend"

Chad nearly choked on his sandwich when he heard Troy say that. He got the closest cup of water near him and swallowed.

"Wait did I hear that correctly?"

"Yeah man, I'm done. I'm sick of all these girls with no emotional attachment and being stories in magazines that aren't even close to the truth. You know I'm not a bad guy, I just haven't found the right girl"

Chad put his arms up in defense, "No, man, I know you're not. It was just a bit surprising to hear, you know? For the past few years, you've just been about having fun when we go out. I know you never bring girls home, but you have hooked up with quite a few at the clubs"

Troy shrugged. He didn't care. He was changing his way. He was done as being pegged as a playboy. He had too much going for him.

"And I'm over that. I need something real"