A/N: Here is the first chapter of the rewrite of The Strong One, I'm chanigng the title, because the old one sucked. I hope this okay! Please tell me what you think, I know you guys like(d) this story, so there's really no reason why I shouldn't get reviews...kidding, kidding. By the way, Troy's a laker's player, instead of a singer. Just to make it more interesting!
But seriously, tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: Zac likes to spend the night at my house!
FRIENDLESS, loveless, and lost and confused, Gabriella Montez looked at the Staples Center and bit her lip, letting a soft and sorrow filled sigh escape her lips. Thinking of all that she had lost, all that he had left behind. All that he would never have gotten to known. Everything that he was missing out on. It wasn't her loss, she kept telling herself, every single day. It was his fault. He was the one who said that he 'wasn't' ready for something like this, and that he wanted a 'whore like her' out of his house immediately.
Making sure she wouldn't let it get to her, Gabriella couldn't help but let her mind wander back to when she told him.
NERVOUSLY walking into her house that she shared with her boyfriend Robbie, Gabriella Montez was scared as hell, and she knew that he wouldn't take it well. Her boyfriend had a reputation of having a temper when girls, or anyone for that matter, told him something that he didn't like. She knew he wouldn't like this.
Feeling lips immediately on her neck, she turned around and pushed him off gently. "Robbie, stop," She said, patiently.
Shocked, he nodded, and looked at her, taking her into his arms, immediately sensing that something was wrong with her. "What's wrong baby?"
Gabriella inwardly winced. It didn't sound right coming from his mouth, it only sounded right coming from one person's, and she had blown that.
"Robbie, we need to have a serious talk, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't blow up at me." She said shyly.
"Of course," He dropped a kiss to her forehead. 'Probably the last' Gabriella thought to herself. "Just tell me Gabs, you're making me nervous."
"I'm pregnant."
His eyes bulged out of his head, and his face turned red from anger. "Wh-what?" He stammered, obviously trying not to yell at her.
"I'm pregnant." She repeated, patitenly. She knew that if she had wanted this to last, she'd have to be really patient and not pressure Robbie into anything.
"I...I...Gabriella," He looked at her, his expression suddenly cold and angry, obviously refusing to accept the fact that he was going to be a father and he had gotten a girl pregnant. "You little whore!"
Taken aback, she blinked. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me! How dare you tell me you're pregnant!" He accused her wrongly.
She rolled her eyes and bit her lip. "Robbie, I am pregnant." She said seriously.
He knew she wasn't lying. "Get out of my house."
"But what abou-"
"Get out, I want nothing to do with you or that thing growing inside of you."
Biting her lip, she glared at him through the tears that were caking her cheeks. "You're an ass."
HE hadn't contacted her, tried to send her some money, or anything. Gabriella knew that she'd have to raise her all on her own, but she knew that she also couldn't handle it much longer. The shack that she had gotten when she was pregnant, was turning out to be getting smaller each and everyday, and she knew that it was unfair to be constricting her babygirl like that.
Hearing a whimper escape her daughters lips, Gabriella stared down at her baby, the light of her world, the one thing that kept her going.
"What's wrong Lei?" She asked, stroking the baby's cheek softly, completely forgetting about all that was plaguing her mind. Her beautiful baby girl made her day brighter, even if she couldn't find away to even put food on the table.
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"COME on Troy, don't fret now, it's just three seconds until the game starts, you can do it, don't worry aobut it." Chad told his best friend, who was freaking out from nerves.
The 23-year-old shook his head, and kept on pacing around the locker room. Chad didn't understand his nerves, this was his first games on the L.A. Lakers Team, the first time his father would see him play, besides college and high school, this was the big boys league, and no matter what, Troy wouldn't let him down.
Running a hand through his hair, Troy looked at his best friend since kindergarden, and sighed. He still remembered that day, that fateful day when he met the most cocky, inconsiderate guy he had ever met.
He almost regretted it...
"MOMMY, mommy!" The little four-year-old boy chanted, giggles erupting from his mouth as he walked up to the 'big school' that he had been dying to go too. He was officially a big boy, and he just wanted to make his parents proud, even though he didn't know what it meant. But he knew it was a good thing, his dad said to him that he made him proud after every basketball game.
Taking a deep breath, before shrieking loudly again, Troy let his blue eyes take in everything. "Mommy! Look! They have a basketball court!"
Nodding her head, Lucille Bolton stared down at her son, with a huge grin on her face. Tears were entering her eyes, her baby boy was growing up. He was no longer a pre-schooler, he was a kindergardener, one step away from being a first grader, thirteen steps away from being a senior in high school. Tears fell as she realized that her baby boy only had thirteen years until he was a high school senior.
"I know Troy, I know," She told her son, before she kneeled down next to him.
"I'm gonna miss you mamma," He reassured her, matter-of-factly. "But when I get home, you can bake us some cookies, and while we're drinking our milk, I'll tell you all about my day!"
Kissing her sons forehead and hugging him tightly, she looked into his eyes, the mirror of her husbands. "I love you Troy, make a lot of friends, and I can't wait to hear about your day. I'll be here to pick you up after school, don't get in anyone's car, but mine!" She ranted and raved, she didn't want anything to happen to her baby boy.
"Momma, I love you too." The four-year-old giggled, before he waved to his mom and walked up the path to the huge school, he didn't know why, but his heart was beating fast.
His dad had always told him to not be afraid, so he wasn't. He went in there with the mindset that he would make friends, and he did.
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TROY didn't like the fact that his mom had to be at work so early, he felt bad when he walked into Mrs. Russell's kindergarden room and saw all of the other little boys and girls with their mom's or dad's.
"Hello sweetie, what's your name?" A young woman asked the four year old, and he grinned at her, his pearly whites, and two knocked out front teeth showing.
"I'm Troy! Troy Bolton," He told her proudly.
"Nice to meet you Troy, I'm Mrs. Russell, I'm your teacher." Pausing, she took the little boy's bookbag, and placed it on the hook. "Is your mommy or daddy here?"
Immediately the boy frowned, and shook his head. "Daddy is at his job, and momma just dropped me off."
Reassuring him with a soft and gentle smile, she pushed his shoulder lightly. "Well that's okay Troy, just go and play with the other boys and girls."
The little boy followed his teachers over, and went by the trains, pretending that there was a town in danger, he started making sound affects, and shrieked softly. "Save us! Save us! Help!" He whipser-shouted, and started giggling, before he felt someone tap him on the shoulder.
Turning around, he wrinkled his nose. There in front of him, was a girl in pink clothes and really sparkly clothing everywhere.
"Hi! I'm Sharpay Evans, but you can call me Sharpay," She said. Troy didn't like her. She talked like a grown-up, and she was a girl! "What's your name."
Shaking his head in disgust, for his older brother Jimmy, who was seven had told him that girls had cooties, he shouted;
"I'm Troy! But you have cooties! Go away!" He ran away from her, giggling.
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SEEING a boy playing with a basketball, the grin that he had worn earlier was stuck on his face as he walked up to him, curly hair and all. Tapping the boy on the shoulder, the boy looked up, and smiled slightly.
"Hi, I'm Troy," The little boy said, sitting beside him.
"Hi Troy!" The other boy said excitedly. "I'm Chad, I'm in kindergarden, are you?" He asked, his speech slightly incoherent, but Troy didn't care, he liked basketball. Troy liked him.
"I'm in kindergarden too!" Troy said, laughing for some reason. He was making a friend, on his first day! "You like basketball!"
Nodding his head enthusiastically, Troy smiled, he knew that him and this Chad would be very good friends.
"YOU don't understand though Chad, I've been waiting for this moment for my whole life, ever since I was like three, and now that the situation is slapping me in the face, I'm scared shitless." Troy said.
Chad smirked at him, knowing exactly how to get his head back in the game. "Cmon Troy, don't let these nerves get you down! You're dad knows what you can do, don't let all of the Laker Fan's down, they need you, they want to see you win."
"I guess," He said, still distracted.
"WHAT TEAM?!" Chad yelled, trying to get him pumped.
"Lakers,"
"WHAT TEAM?"
Feeling the adreniline rush through his body, Troy got more and more pumped as this went on. "Lakers!"
"WHAT TEAM?"
"LAKERS!" Troy was on high now.
"LAKERS!" Chad started.
"GETCHA' HEAD IN THE GAME!" Troy yelled, energy filling his body. He knew that he would win this game, he wouldn't lose, not with America, and his dad watching, preparing that he would fail.
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THREE quarters later, the Lakers were losing, 90-87, and there was a minute left on the clock. Looking at it nervously, Troy immediately buckled down. The rest of his team was tired, and he knew he couldn't let them down. This was the first game of the season, and they had to win it.
The Knicks threw the ball in and moved down the court, since the offending team was dribbling on the outside, Troy didn't listen to his coach and knocked the ball out of their hands to Chad. Chad, finally reazling that there was a ball in his hands, qucikly started dribbling down the other end of the court, going around the offending team.
15 seconds.
Chad didn't know what to do, he was getting double teamed, and he knew that if he shot, it'd get blocked. Searching for teamates, Troy came out of nowhere and took the ball from him.
8 seconds.
Troy's heart was beating so fast, standing outside the three point restriction line, he saw people start to come for him and he couldn't move. He couldn't think, he was frozen.
5 seconds.
"BOLTON!" His coach seemed to scream for ever at him, he was getting dizzy. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
Without thinking Troy shot the ball, and just as the buzzer sounded, he also heard the sound of a swish, and he grinned, getting picked up by his teammates.
Troy had done it, Troy had won the game.
I know this chapter is probably super boring, and I know it's TOTALLY different than the first. There's a lot of flashbacks, but I think it's better that you guys know what's going on exactly with their lives so I just don't ramble and you don't know what's going on. Yes, the blonde was Sharpay! :)
Review! Please! I'm starting on the next chapter soon, and review make me want to write.
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