Prologue

Gabriella groaned as her Dad shook her to wake her up. 'Papa go away.' She put the pillow back over her head.

Mark Montez chuckled. 'Come on, honey. We're going to Albuquerque. Where Troy is.'

Gabriella opened her eyes and smiled. 'Rise and shine.' She jumped out of bed and pushed Mark out of the room. 'Papa, I love you for retiring!' She quickly hugged him and closed the door.

Gabriella turned back around and quickly changed. She looked in the mirror and smiled. She looked perfect. Her hair was pulled up and was tucked inside a dark red hat, slightly covering her left eye. She was wearing a white t-shirt with red and black graffiti on it and a pair of black, three-quarter length trousers with a pair of converses on. She smiled at how she looked and grabbed her backpack and grabbed her phone and was just about to put it into her pocket when it started ringing.

She looked at the caller ID and flipped the phone up. 'Hi, Troy. Why are you awake before noon?'

'Ha ha. Very funny. Well, I don't know, actually. But, anyway, I can't believe your Dad retired.' Troy exclaimed.

Gabriella started descending the stairs. 'Yes, but I do get to live in Albuquerque.'

'But the Lakers don't have their best player now!' Troy exclaimed.

'Hey, talk to my Dad about that, not me. Anyway, you're playing basketball one handed, aren't you?' Gabriella slid into her Dad's sliver sports car. She rolled her eyes as she heard a swish of the nets.

'Yes.' Troy muttered. 'Why do you have to have super-ears?'

Gabriella giggled. 'I wouldn't say that. Where are your friends?'

'Well, if it was the afternoon, they still wouldn't be here. Chad's got this family reunion thing, Zeke is baking for the school's bake sale and Jason is...I don't know where Jason is.' Troy answered.

Gabriella laughed. 'Anyway, Troy, my Dad wants to talk to me by the looks of things. I'll talk, no I'll see you later.'

'Even if you arrive at eleven fifty-nine at night?' Troy asked sarcastically.

'Yes, because I go around visiting guys' houses at nearly midnight everyday.' Gabriella joked. 'I'll see you soon, bye Alex.'

'Bye, Anne.' Gabriella shut her phone.

'Gabs, I want you to be careful in private school.' Mark started, his eyes fixed on the road.

'I know, Pappy. You've told me before. But, they probably won't recognise me because when I'm on T.V. I dress completely differently. And, I know Troy is driving me to school, I know.' Gabriella finished just as her phone beeped. She flipped it up and read the text.

'A text from Troy?' Mark asked, knowingly.

Gabriella blushed and glanced at her father while replying. 'Maybe...'

'Just ask him out already. Practically the whole world knows. The amount of parties to guys go to together.' Mark said, exasperated.

'He's my best friend. Come to think of it, he's my only friend.' Gabriella continued to text Troy.