A/N: I've been starting a lot of new stories lately and then deleting them but here's to this one sticking! Enjoy!
Beauty and the Bodyguard
Chapter 1: The Assignment
Gabriella sat perched on the balls of her feet. Her big brown eyes darted left and right, uneasy at her situation.
She was in some little area. The floor was concrete and the walls were metal. She placed her hands on the metal and pushed but nothing moving. She banged on it but nothing moved.
Her whole body was shaking. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't think through the pain that nipped and gnawed at every vein in her body as blood pumped furiously to try and get her heart rate back to normal.
She dug her fingernails into her thighs and pressed down. She needed release. She needed…something she could control, and that was her only option. She had to be strong.
I can do this, I can do this, I can do this, she thought to herself.
Gabriella slammed her eyes shut but the tears still squeezed out of the corners in waves as she tried to calm herself.
The RV suddenly shifted.
She couldn't do this. She couldn't DO THIS!
She did the only thing that she knew to do. Despite the pain in her chest, she took in a deep shaky breath and released a scream.
As her voice broke and her scream slid to a lower octave of pure pain, the vehicle she was in slammed to a stop.
Before she could move to protect herself, she was tossed forward into the metal panel that she was trapped in and with a crack her head kissed the metal.
Without a sound, and due to the force of the brakes, she collapsed into a heap on the floor.
Moments later, the sounds of footsteps were heard and the panel was fiddled with before it slid open to reveal two shadows.
Two people stood there, glaring at the young unconscious woman that lied on the dirty cement floor and the blood that was not only on her temple but also on the metal panel that surrounded it.
"Now what?" The taller of the two people asked.
The other person sighed.
"Really? You're incompetent. I'll handle this myself. Just go." They snarled and the taller person sighed.
"You don't have to talk to me-" they started to retort, but the shorter person lifted their hand for silence and stalked off.
…
He ran up the stairs on the balls of his feet, silencing his heel to cut back on noise.
Once at the door at the top of the stairs he paused, his aqua eyes alert, for he had to be prepared for anything.
When he took a deep breath, he knew that he was ready, and he used his broad shoulder to burst the door down.
"FREEZE!" He yelled out, his deep voice harsh and raspy.
A group of men stood in the center of the room, and at the sound of Troy Bolton's voice, they turned, all of their guns aimed at him. The guy in the middle of the men smirked.
"Bye Bye Bolton" He snarled before he pulled the trigger.
And a green paintball hit Troy right in the chest.
"DAMN IT!" Troy cried out, dropping his paint gun and throwing his hands up into the air.
The group of men laughed.
"You need to check your surroundings before you burst into the room like Don Juan, Bolton! You should know better!" The man in the middle, who shot him, admonished.
Troy nodded in agreement. Suddenly, his cell phone buzzed.
With a guilty shrug at his fellow agents, he answered.
"Captain" He bellowed into the receiver and the other agents laughed, mimicking his sudden authorative tone.
He turned his backs on his fellow agents so he wouldn't laugh at their constant prods.
"Bolton. My office now. New assignment." The captain barked into the phone. Troy winced at the harsh tone of his voice. Captain was always a soft and sensitive man, Troy sarcastically thought to himself.
Troy turned around and smirked at the guys.
"I would continue agent training with you newbies, but I just got my first assignment!" Troy announced, pumping his fist into the air like an eighties hero.
The group of guys groaned.
"Pretty boy gets the first job. Who's surprised? Say I?" The guy in the middle, Zeke, asked. The room lapsed into silence…and then laughter.
Troy rolled his eyes and walked down to the captain's office. Who knew that in the first few months of being a special agent with the Federal Bureau of Investigation he would get a solo job?
…
"Mr. Bolton, I'll cut right to the chase. We need you to go undercover." Captain said, his voice choppy and blunt.
Troy wrinkled his face in confusion.
"I'm sure you know who Gabriella Montez is."
Troy's eyes widened. Gabriella Montez was a teenage model, actress, singer, and dancer. Besides landing numerous roles on Broadway, movies, and television, she was only 17. And she was known for being very private, stubborn, and well in a word… difficult.
Yet she was exceedingly charming and beautiful. Gabriella Montez was America's sweetheart… and he kind of disliked her. A typical pretty girl exploiting her average looks enhanced only by paint called "make-up" that was slathered on and on. Her singing voice was mediocre at best, and her dancing awkward on television, and her charm during interviews seemed false and forced.
Ugh. Call him a hater but he rreeeaaaalllyyy didn't want anything to do with her.
His distaste must have shown on his face, because the Captain's face warped into a harsh scowl.
"Put your personal feelings aside, Bolton. We have reason to believe that she is being targeted for a kidnapping and you need to go undercover at her performing arts high school to ensure her safety. You'll be staying at her home until all of this clears up. Protect her with your life." The Captain instructed and outstretched his hand, which held a folder containing all of the information on the case that Troy needed. Troy sighed.
His first mission… and it was going to suck ass.
…
Gabriella woke up with a start, her heart pounding and her body dripping with sweat.
Gasping for air, she reached over and popped some pills from a bottle on her nightstand. She had had that terrible nightmare for the past two weeks, every single night. But it was just a dream.
Right?
A/N: Whelp… that happened. If I get five reviews or notifications, I'll update. Love ya'll!