Like sister Love Brother
Another day in hell
"Matthew Alexander Montez, you get your butt out of bed and march it downstairs, you're going to be late!" Gabriella yelled as she walked into her teenage son's bedroom banging a frying pan with a spoon.
Gabriella Elizabeth Montez was a shy, sweet woman. She had grown up in New Mexico as an only child, with great friends. She had gone her separate way for college to get her teaching degree, while her friends went to college around the area they had grown up in. Gabriella now lived in St. Louis, Missouri with her teenage son, who had toughened her up a bit.
"Humph bumph." Matt moaned, burying his face in his pillow. Gabriella sighed, it was her first day as a teacher at Western Valley High school and she was going to be late.
Gabriella scowled and snatched the covers off the bed, throwing them onto the beige carpet. She grabbed one of his feet and attempted to tug him out of bed, but to no avail.
"I'm having a good dream." he told her, before burying his head under the pillow once again. Gabriella sighed, how could one still be dreaming when they where awake?
She tiptoed into her son's bathroom, and spent five seconds looking around in disgust at a bathroom that obviously hadn't been cleaned like she'd asked. She grabbed her fine china water pitcher that she kept up there for emergency's, such as this. She filled it to the brim with cool water and walked over to her sons bed. Gabriella sighed to herself before dumping the cold pitcher right onto Matt's bare stomach.
A scream echoed throughout the neighborhood.
"Morning Dad." Stevie said as she kissed her father on the cheek, pouring him some orange juice as he read the morning paper.
Troy Bolton flipped the paper down in half to stare intensely at his daughter. He gave up that attempt when he realized that at seventeen, his glare no longer fazed her. He looked at his daughter, her hair was pulled back slightly, but a few stray caramel blonde curls framed her face. Her baby Phat jeans and Aeropostle tank showed off the figure she had developed. She wasn't so little anymore.
"Stephanie Maria Bolton, look at me when I'm talking to you." he said sternly, setting the newspaper down on the kitchen table.
Stevie's colbat blue eyes snapped up to look at his face, she ran over his facial expression in her mind as she paused for a moment, and stopped spreading apricot jam on her toast.
"Dad, you weren't talking to me." Stevie replied, before paling slightly in the face. "Were you spying on me?" she asked accusingly, dropping her toast on her plate to stab a jam covered finger at his chest.
"You told me you were just going to hang out with Monica last night." Troy said, staring his daughter down. Stevie squirmed slightly under his gaze, her skin flushing somewhat embarrassed. Troy smirked inwardly, he could still make her nervous.
"Yeah…and?" Stevie asked. She knew not to give anything away, for all she knew, her dad might know nothing.
"Monica called last night while you were gone, she wanted to know what you got for number seven in Chemistry." Troy said sternly, worried about where his baby girl had been, and more importantly, if their was a guy involved. "You might want to collaborate stories next time." he said sarcastically.
"I'll take that into consideration?" she replied, but more as a question.
"You going to tell me where you really where?" Troy asked her, giving her the option of the easy way.
"Um…." Stevie pretended to think "No." she answered in a duh tone.
"Until then, you're grounded. Give me your car keys, I'm driving you to school today." Troy told her, going through her backpack.
"Dad, there is private stuff in there!" Stevie screeched lunging for her backpack, and tossing him her car keys as she rearranged the stuff inside her school bag.
"Get in the back." Troy instructed, as Stevie stomped out to her Porsche, ready to head off to another day of hell.
"Ma, can you let me out three blocks away?" Matt said casually, slipping the remark into the conversation about extra circular activities.
Gabriella rolled her eyes, before thinking about how lucky she had had it in high school. Arriving each day with either Sharpay in her car, or with her boyfriend Troy. She sighed before tapping the steering wheel. Matt was already late, but she guessed that Troy would have done it for their son.
"Sure," she said stopping the car and pulling over. "I don't know how safe this part of the city is, so be careful okay." Matt rolled his eyes when he thought she wasn't looking but smiled at her anyways.
"Okay, I'll call if I get lost. Love you ma." he said giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"You too." Gabriella said, marveling in how grown up her seventeen year old son was. It seemed like just yesterday he was seven. She remembered the time and sped off towards her new job at Western Valley High School.
"Thank you for humiliating me for life." Stevie growled as she stormed out of the car and towards the door of Eastern Hills High School. Troy sighed, if he had known he would be raising a teenage daughter, he would have actually read those parenting books Gabriella had insisted on when she was pregnant.
Troy parked in his designated spot and rushed towards the gym, where he would teach his first lesson of the day. He walked in to find that the whole Freshmen class was already dressed and prepared for whatever he had in store. To bad he had no clue what he had in store.
"Alright wildcats, today is a special day, it's one of the few times a year that co-ed is allowed to play dodge ball." he announced, receiving cheers from the boys and whispers of terror from most of the girls.
"Okay, since this is co-ed, we're going to make this fair for everyone. Head shots are written as acceptable in the handbook, however, guys cannot head shot a girl, do that and you're out." Troy began, Tonya, or Tony, Chad's daughter cleared her throat. "Same for girls. If you injure a girl you walk them to the nurse, if you injure a guy you have to help walk him if he can't walk. Girls get the balls first, I'm picking teams, and I want to see some real participation. Tony, go get the equipment." Troy told them, and soon the game was on.
"Are you mad at me Steph?" Monica asked Stevie as she scribbled in her "thought journal" in homeroom.
"For the last time Monica, I'm not mad at you." she told her patting her friend on the shoulder. Monica could be the splitting image of Taylor, the same preppy style and classic curly ponytail. "It's not like it's your fault." she said thinking of something going on in her life that she would actually let a teacher read.
"You're going to have to tell him eventually." Tara piped in. Tara was petite like her mother, and had freckles doting her cheeks and nose. She had her dad's shaggy black hair that hung past her ears, and dressed in flowing girly outfits that she accessorized with a grungy hat.
"Yes, but eventually is not today, this week, or this month." Stevie replied, and scribbled in her thought journal about how her cousin had gotten a new gerbil, although she didn't actually have any relatives that she knew of.
"Class, progress reports will be mailed home at the end of the week. You'll only receive one if you have a grade of a c or lower in any of your main classes, science, math, literature, and history."
"Shit." Stevie said burying her face in her hands. Monica rubbed her back in an attempt to comfort her while Tara just twirled her pencil and said "Well, still gonna wait a month?"
"Hey guys, today we're going to run out on the track. Now, the girls are going to be out there, and if I see any of you harassing them you'll be in big trouble, got it?" Troy told the class, and they all nodded.
"By them you mean Stevie right Coach?" Andrew said. Andrew was Ryan's son, he had bright red hair, green eyes, and freckles, he looked and acted nothing like his dad. He was the star of the football team.
Troy shot Andrew a pointed look, before rolling his eyes and nodding. All the guys laughed as they headed out to the field.
"There's your dad, now would be your first opportunity to tell him, and not be grounded so you could come to the party Saturday." Harmony said. Harmony had Moca colored skin with light brown eyes, with wavy platinum blonde hair. She had her mother's build and talent in show business.
"You realize that after I tell him I'll still be grounded?" Stevie said sarcastically shooting a glare at her friend. Harmony ignored the glare and shrugged waving at hockey captain Jake as he passed her.
"Oh crap, there's Andrew, I gotta run." Tara said stepping up her pace to where she passed the girls and some of the guys.
Harmony threw back her hair laughing at her friends desperate attempt to escape her cousin's attempts of flirting. She slowed down so she could talk to Michael, who was captain of lacrosse.
"What's really bothering you about telling your dad?" Monica asked Stevie who blushed lightly and looked somewhat ashamed.
"Well, you know about my bad grade in English." Stevie told Monica as they noticed Tara and Andrew lap them.
"Yeah, but it must be raised up to a C by now at least, right?" Monica asked her friend, examining her eyes for signs of a secret. Stevie's eyes paled in color for a second. Bingo, Monica thought to herself.
"No, it's still a D." she whispered, so softly that Monica could hardly hear her. Monica's eyes widened.
"That's so cheap, it's been a month now, how much are you paying him to tutor you?" Monica asked. Stevie bit her lip and Monica noticed a tear was filling her left eyes.
"I couldn't afford to pay him." Stevie muttered, almost as if she were in a different world now.
"So then…Oh my god…Did you and him…?" Monica asked, her eyes bulging. Stevie was still running, red and sweaty, but her limbs seemed to tangle.
"No, but everything accept that…" Stevie told her, running so fast that Monica could hardly keep up. She didn't notice the tears streaming down her face as she remembered.
Flashback
"I'm sorry Jake, I can't afford to pay you, my dad can't find out about this." Stevie said as she closed her literature book and stuffed it into her book bag.
"It's okay Steph, I'm sure we can arrange something else." Jake said kindly, in a reassuring tone.
"Really? Thank you so much!" she squealed, delighted. Jake just smiled an odd smile at her reaction. She quieted herself and watched his facial expressions closely. Soon his lips were on hers.
"Jake, stop it!" she shouted pushing him away after her brain registered what was going on.
"Come on Stevie, I'm not going to hurt you." Jake said holding his arms out to embrace her.
"I'm not having sex with you." she hissed, quickly noticing that Jake was blocking the only way out of his room.
"I would never ask you to do that, just some harmless kissing, come on. Wouldn't want daddy to find out about your D in Lit?" Jake asked her in a slightly taunting voice.
Stevie turned over the options in her head. Her mom had been good at literature, an avid reader her dad had told her. She even had a bookshelf in her room stacked with her mother's favorites. Her dad couldn't find out that she wasn't like that, she was all he had left of her. Just kissing wouldn't hurt anyone right?
"Nobody finds out about any of this." Stevie told him.
Jake nodded curtly before grabbing Stevie towards him and sealing his lips with hers. She didn't kiss back until he reached down and squeezed her ass, and when she started too, she didn't like what she was feeling. As Jake picked her up and stumbled towards his bed she wanted to cry, but it was just kissing right? Wrong.
"Did he, rape you?" Monica whispered. Stevie shook her head no and burst into tears, tripping over her feet.
"No, everything but that," she sobbed, and she could see her friends running over through her blurred vision. Her dad was with them.
"This has been going on for a month!" Monica roared, startling Stevie and making her scoot backwards. "I'm telling your dad." she declared as Stevie shook her head no through her sobs.
"Telling me what?" Coach Bolton said as he knelt down next to his daughter.
"Oh Daddy." Stevie sobbed, pulling herself against Troy's chest and tangling her fists in his shirt. Troy just cradled her and kissed her forehead, like he did when she was three, and thought the nightmare was real. Sadly, this time it was.
"Now we're finally done with the tour of the school, right now you have advanced literature, my buddy Andrew is in that class. Just say you got a tour from Connor Danforth." Connor said, and Matt nodded. He'd never meet anyone quite like Connor Danforth. His sense of humor and huge afro made him one of the most popular seniors, and he wasn't even upset that he had to show a Junior around the school.
"Cool, thanks man." Matt said as they did their buddy handshake that they had come up with in the past two and a half hours.
"No prob!" Connor said before he dashed down the hall to catch up with a dark haired girl, who Matt guessed was his girlfriend.
"Welcome to English literature, advanced. It's an honor to welcome a new student today, Matthew Montez if you could raise your hand." Ms. Darbus said. Matt raised his hand and the young teacher with light blonde hair beamed at him, before scanning the room. "Matthew, or do you go by Matt?" she asked and before waiting for his answer continued "You can take a seat next to Mr. Evan's, Andrew raise your hand. Andrew paused his conversation with Harmony and raised his hand, before going back to the conversation that was taking place in hushed whispers.
Matt plopped down in the seat next to Andrew, and in front of Harmony. Andrew wore a tired smile as he shook Matt's hand.
"I'm Andrew Evans, nice to know you." he said before standing up to pass out the books.
"I'm Harmony Evans, Andy's cousin. It's nice to meet you, just to let you know if you have a later gym period it's canceled until further notice." Harmony said as she began to file her nails.
"Thanks, but I think my gym was last hour." Matt said politely as he thanked Andrew for the book.
"Then just be glad you weren't there man." Andrew said as he gave Harmony a book.
Matt looked at Harmony in confusion but she just shrugged as if she was clueless, thank god for acting lessons.
Everyone looked at the title of the book, and simultaneously groaned.
1776 by David McCullough
"History, god kill me now." Andrew sighed as Harmony skimmed through the book.
"Well, how's it look?" Matt asked, afraid for the answer.
"Boring as hell." she responded, stuffing the book into her bag and tagging both Andrew and Matt for their homework, an after school study group.
"Are you sure you'll be okay, I can come get you any time." Troy told his daughter, as she embraced him tightly.
"I'll be fine daddy, we'll talk about it later, I just need some time, and my friends are all very supportive." Stevie whispered as her dad kissed her forehead.
"Call me when you're ready to come home." he told her, before giving her a wave and shuffling out the door before he got sucked into talking to Sharpay.
"Hey Steph, how are you doing?" Harmony asked as they embraced when Stevie entered the study.
"I'm okay." she muttered, twirling a curl around her finger nervously.
Andrew walked up and gave her a huge hug, picking her up and messing with her hair, as all her best guy friends did.
"Did you tell him what happened yet?" Andrew asked, he had heard all of Jake's side of the story in the locker room when Coach had been comforting his daughter. Jake had sounded so full of himself, talking about how he had tricked her, yet she wanted it. Bragging that it was with coaches daughter. It took all of every guys strength not to murder him on the spot right there. Everybody loved Stevie, she was a sweet girl that came to all their games, as a cheerleader and friend.
"No, he's giving me time." she responded quietly, snuggling up on the couch, and pulling her literature book out of her bag. She was in a different lit class then them, but she still hated her book. Nicolas Sparks was not the kind of thing she wanted to be reading at this point in time.
"Oh, sorry man. Stevie, this is Matt." Andrew told her, and Stevie stood up to shake hands with Matt, who snapped out of his dream world, wondering what had happened to the poor girl.
She had a weird feeling that she already knew him, even though she knew she didn't, she didn't know anybody who was that gorgeous. He had dark brown, almost black hair, that was somewhat scruffy, sort of Zack Efron style. He had tan skin, and what looked like a perfectly toned body. His chocolate brown eyes met her intense blue ones and he smiled.
Matt couldn't help but feel like he had already known her from somewhere, but he knew that was impossible, he would remember those eyes anywhere. Her caramel blonde hair was naturally curly, and some of her curls near the top of her head were pulled up into a small ponytail, with curls framing her shoulders. She had pale skin, but not too pale, and was petite, sort of like an angel.
"Stephanie Bolton." she said reaching out to shake his hand.
Matt gave her a thousand watt smile "Matt Montez." he told her, and as their hands touched, they both felt a zap, as if this was the person they were waiting to meet all their lives.
Reviews are appreciated, all questions will be answered.
So obviously this isn't your typical parent trap kind of story, read the next chapter to find out Troy's reaction to what happened with his daughter, and how it will bring Stevie and Matt closer together.