Summery:Troy Bolton is sexy, cute, and very I also mention that he was a celebrity...well when he meet up with a quite peculiar girl Troy would do anything to get with her while trying to finish his big movie High School Musical 3. But Gabriella is trying to hide away a secret that she doesn't want anyone to know because if anyone finds out her life as well as the boy she has fallen in love could be ruin forever.
A/N:Hey everyone..how's everyone doing..Just to let everyone no this is my first story...every I mean I have never written a story unless it was assigned to me in class. So I don't want this to be really long but just a few things. I'm putting a rating M on this story for later chapter...I'm going to try and get my creative side out when we have our troyella scenes so if it's too much just skip over them or something...Oh and please review...I'll def accept constructive criticism but no flamers I'm not to that point where I'm like I don't give a fuck about what you think about my story...since this is my first one...but please review and read and if you have any question any at all just hit me up...I'll answer it as best as I can...So on with the story!
DISCLAIMER FOR WHOLE STORY!: I own nothing that has to do HSM. Though I wished I owned Zac Efron who plays Troy Bolton...he's sooo yummy...whoo I got the shivers...lol
Chapter 1
Being caught outside leaning on the backdoor of your now ex-girlfriend's house shirtless would have made a lot of money for a paparazzi if he was caught. He could just see it in his headlines now. TROY BOLTON: KICKED OUT FOR GOOD! He gritted his teeth together and closed his eyes tightly as he tried to understand what had just happen. To those who knew him, and saw him in this particular situation would just say that this happened all the time…just do what you always do…apologize and you'll be once again the cutest couple on the planet. He didn't think so this time. Not after this fight or argument or whatever the hell you wanted to call it. Troy turned around and looked up at the door with a hard look on his face. He hit it once banging his fist on the door, before turning around and making his way down the steps and towards his truck, kicking at a random bush. He turned around quickly as he heard the front door open and he stopped walking standing still his eyes narrowing.
He watched as a mad looking brunette opened the door. Her light brown hair was in a high pony tail, her green eyes were blazing with anger, and her skin was glowing with a deep tan. Troy opened his mouth to speak but she beat it to him, by lifting her arm and throwing a wet blue t-shirt, hitting him in his face. He groaned a little, as the shirt smacked his face. Having a wet shirt being thrown against his face hurt.
"Take you fucking shirt and get off my property!" She screeched at him.
Troy let the shirt drop in his hands before turning around muttering a soft "bitch." He reached his black on black truck opening the door, got in and slammed it shut. He threw the shirt over to the passenger seat and sat there looking at the girl that had been in his life for the past two years. She was leaning against her door; her arms crossed shooting daggers towards his truck. He sighed and shook his head. Thinking about what had occurred.
Of course it all had started with the paparazzi. Them and those damn pictures. They were always ruining someone's life. Always taking pictures at angles to make it look as though he was doing something he shouldn't…which he wasn't by the way. But that wasn't what it seemed like to her. No she had to believe those stupid people. She couldn't take him at his word. Yeah his word meant shit. Well to her anyways. Besides… "Pictures don't lie" she had said thrusting the paper in his arms.
He hadn't done anything wrong. At all. All he had done was go out to eat with a fellow co-worker. What in the hell was wrong with that. Especially since it was Sharpay. One of his closest friends. But yet she found something wrong with it when the paps took a picture of him and Ashley hugging, making it look like they were really kissing. How they managed to get that Troy would never have known. So when she saw the pictures she immediately called Troy out on it telling him to explain himself and when he had…well she didn't believe him.
They had argued…she had cried….he had mentioned that if she was going to act all bitchy about something that didn't even happen then maybe they should just break-up. Of course that got her on another rollercoaster ride. She was such a drama queen. Slinging words around like I hate you and I wish you were never in my life, your such a bastard and jackass. It had hurt Troy when he had first heard them but after they had sunk in a little he had become quiet angry also, slinging the words right back at her. She had then proceeded to push him out of her house and slam the door in his face without his shirt. Yeah him losing his shirt was another story. Of course she had to be even more dramatic as always, and she drenched his shirt with a couple of orange juice. Troy had then took his shirt off and threw it in her face, and that was why he was shirtless.
He sighed as he looked up at the pretty girl that was still in the driveway ,shaking his head in amazement before he put his key in the ignition turned it and pulled out of her driveway and making his way from her house. Of course when he reached the gates he had to slow down just a bit just to make sure that he didn't hit or kill any of the people that had ruined his life. He was glad that he had the tinted windows placed on his windows but that didn't stop them from taking a few pictures form the windshield. The flashing of the camera didn't blind. He was pretty use to it now days. He sighed heavily pressing his lips together tightly. He really didn't feel like messing with these guys today at all. He didn't know why anyone would want to make a living out of stalking someone else's life. Was that really why they would put on the world for…to make other people's lives a living hell.
The way his life was right now he really didn't need any more stress put on him. And breaking up with her had done just that. Not only had it brought stress but it bought a bit of a heartache. He had been dating her for two years. That was a long ass relationship…especially for someone in this kind of business. It wasn't the type of heartache where he wouldn't be able to eat or sleep, but it was just a little prick that kept pricking his heart. He couldn't believe he just broke up with her! He knew that for the next couple of weeks every interview every talk show…even in her personal life was going to about why they had broke up. And tot tell the truth Troy didn't want to have anything to do with it. He knew that it was probably for the better. They had broken up and gotten back together plenty of times, and he didn't think that that was the way a relationship was suppose to be. But he had to do what he had to do, fuck what other people had to say about it.
He made his way to where he was staying. A hotel. Of course it was one of the more elaborate one's, also it was more quiet and peaceful. Well, once he got inside his room. Most of the time he had fans and the paparazzi standing outside of the hotel waiting for either him or one of his co-workers to make an appearance. He was a bit surprised that no one had figured out what hotel he was in now. No one had blabbed and he was appreciative of that. And that was what he needed right now. Especially since he was suppose to be going to New Mexico soon to get the new script to the new movie he was going to be starring in. He needed some time to think because he had a lot to think about. And right now…well…it just didn't feel like a good time. He jumped slightly as he turned the corner to where the hotel he was staying at, as his cell phone vibed in his pocket. He reached in it taking it out looking at who was calling. He rolled his eyes and pushed the ignore button telling himself that he would call his publicist as soon as he feeling up to it. Lord knew what that women wanted right now…but whatever it was he didn't want to be bothered with it.
He parked in the basement garage before taking an elevator up to the eighth floor. His orange juice soaked shirt was thrown over his shoulder as the elevators doors open to reveal a long spacious hallway. He walked to his room, sighing loudly as he swiped the card in the lock. He groaned outloud as his phone rang again. As soon as he entered he threw it and the shirt on the small black couch. that was placed against a wall, and sixty inched flat screen television hanging on the wall across from it. The room was pretty simple well…except for the television. He didn't really ask for much when he was checked into a hotel. Just a bed and a huge television to watch a game if one was on. The room was divided into two rooms. When you first walked in there was a little kitchenette off to the left, where a small refrigerator, a microwave, and a small two seat island bar sat. The floor had soft white carpet that covered it's entirety. Two huge windows let some sunlight, but not much since he had the blinds closed. The next room was his bedroom. A simple queen size bed that had his clothes thrown on top of it, a small table, and a bathroom off to the right. Yeah it wasn't much but then again he didn't ask for much. He went to the kitchenette taking a bottle of water out of the refrigerator before going to the bedroom slamming the door shut and falling back on his bed placing his hands on his eyes.
He didn't know how he was going to get through the next year being next to the girl that he had just broken up with, especially when she was mad as hell towards him. They had rehearsals, filming, promotions, as well as premieres that they would have to do together. He couldn't just drop her like a normal person hoping to never see her again in his life because that just wasn't what happened in his life. God she played his love interest in the movie. How was he going to get through that? He turned over on his side closing his eyes. It wasn't like he could just fall out of love with her. Was it really even love? Or did everyone just expect them to be together so they did without knowing what they were doing. Was it love or not? Troy groaned loudly. Great! Now he was questioning if he even really loved her or not. That was just want he needed.
He stayed in bed as he heard his cell phone go off once more and he took a drink of his water, as he ignored it. A few minutes the phone next to the bed that was sitting on top of the small end table rang loudly. Troy quickly picked it up annoyed at the fact that people have been calling him. Couldn't they just leave him the hell alone?
"What?" He said roughly into the receiver.
"Wow. That was rude." The voice on the other end said. "I could have been the pope or something and you would have been rude to the pope. You could be going to hell right now."
"What do you want Chad?'' Troy asked laying back down on the bed this time on his back. "Right now is not a very good time."
"Well let's see I had just got out the shower when—"
"And why in the fuck do I need to know you just got out the shower?" Troy interrupted.
"Let me finish ass. Now as I was saying I had gotten out of the shower and I happen to glance down at my phone and was surprised that I had missed fifteen calls. Fifteen! And then once I cleared all those I realized that my voice mailbox was filled, you wanna tell me who in the fuck was leaving me messages?"
"Kathleen?" Troy answered.
"Exactly. Now you wanna tell me why she was called me fifteen times and thought it was okay to blow up my fucking mailbox."
Troy sighed and crossed his arms. "Umm…maybe because we broke up."
"Damn Troy. You two break up like every week. I don't need my phone blowing up because you can't control your female."
"I think it's for good this time, Chad."
"Yeah okay." He said with doubt in his voice.
"No I mean it. We're over. Though. Nothing anymore."
"What happened this time?"
"She saw some stupid as pictures of me and Sharpay. All we were doing was hanging out and we hugged but of course she took it the wrong way and…well you know her."
"hmmm…you sound serious this time."
"I am serious. I'm though playing with her. If she doesn't trust me than…hell I don't know what to do. But I'm not going to keep trying to prove myself over and over to her. "
"What about rehearsals and stuff? Won't that be a bit awkward?"
Troy shrugged his shoulders. "Well I was just thinking about that. I guess we're just going to have to get through it until this movie comes out. Then we're finished."
"I'm sorry man. Really I am."
"Don't be. I don't need her in my life right now anyways." Troy said trying to put on a front.
"Well I guess there will be no more Troyleen around." Chad said laughing.
"Oh dude. Please don't say that. That's like the worse couple name ever."
"Well listen I gotta go, picking up Taylor tonight taking her out on a little date. She's been complaining that I'm acting like Cole now. "
"Oh well tell her I said hi and I guess I'll see both of you later."
"Bye dude."
Troy hung up the phone got under the covers closing his eyes falling into a light sleep. All he wanted was some peace…some peace and quiet because his brain and hectic and noisy.
If there was one word to describe Gabriella Montez at Jefferson high school it would be "who? " she had gone there for two and a half years she didn't think that one person knew who she was. It wasn't that she was just your typically, quiet shy girl who hated having any kind of attention thrown on her. She just wasn't very comfortable around these kids. These rich-stuck-up- spoiled brats. She could be vocal if she wanted to but then again she was afraid that if she was she would completely humiliate herself in every way possible known to human kind. She would rather sit back and observe than to get into the middle of their oh-so-complicated-lives. She wouldn't blame it all on the other kids at her school who didn't include her in on certain activities…she herself hadn't exactly approached them either. And that included all sorts of reason on her end. Though what she lacked in social skills she made up in educational skills.
Being a straight a student took some time and skill especially in the different predicaments that she was put in everyday. She could get lost in her studying. Telling herself that if she studied long enough and hard enough it would take away the pain, and then one day she would be able to leave this hell hole. The hell hole that she had to return to everyday. She tried to stay at the school as long as she could. She tried to stay out of that hell hole as long as she could but no matter how long she was away, she always had to return to it.
As soon as the last bell of the day rang throughout the school student poured out the classroom. Wanting to get home, get as far away from school as possible. She was not one of the students that couldn't wait until they got home, instead she had made her way slowly to her locker, taking out the books that she would for study tonight…something to keep her mind off of it. She slammed the locker shut before throwing her arms though the straps of the pink and black backpack and she made her way to the library. She walked quickly wanting to get there as soon as possible, knowing that if she got there fast it would be a long time until she had to leave.
She past a group of girls that were talking and laughing and sighed. Gabriella had been a bit concerned lately about herself. She had wondered about why she didn't have as much as other people. Well she knew why she didn't always have the nicest stuff, but that wasn't what bothered her. What bothered her was that she didn't have one friend. Not one. Usually the losers at the school had another loser as a friend…well those losers at this school did have friends but she wasn't one of them. How can someone survive though high school without one friend to talk to, or laugh with, or get into a fight with? Well Gabriella could. Not one since freshman year. Yeah when she was in middle school she had people talk to her every now and again but still…they weren't friends. Elementary school was a different story. Almost everyone liked everyone else so that didn't really count.
When she reached the library she made her way over to a corner and sat in a hard chair her back towards the window. She took out her book, giving a heavy sigh before opening it and reading it. She had tried to concentrate on what was in front of her but her mind was not working with her today. Life kept getting in the way. Here she was a seventeen year old junior in high school and she was in the library studying for a non-existing test. What kinda person was she? She should be out with a group of friends at the mall, or at the skate park, or even at McDonalds or something.
She pushed the dark strands of hair behind her ears before closing her chocolate eyes and sighing. At this particular point absolutely nothing was going through her brain. She was actually trying to figure out what to think about. She was thinking that she couldn't believe that she was actually getting a headache from trying to think about what to think about. She laughed to herself as she continued to play mind games to herself. She was so weird.
Her hands went instantly towards her book bag when she heard her cell phone go off. She knew for a fact that it wasn't anyone calling. It was an alarm. She had basically just bought the cheap cell phone to tell the time and to show off but then again she had no one to show it too. She flipped open the phone gasping lightly. Of course of all nights this would be the night that she would forget. She had to fill this random request for some reason, a reason that was not told to her. Maybe just because. She did a lot of things for people just because without any explanation or whatsoever. She bit her lip as she placed her books back in her bag and made her way out of the library.
Usually when she was trying to waste time she would walk home. Yeah it took about an hour and a half to walk but when she was in a hurry like she was now she caught the bus. Some people thought the bus was dirty and disgusting as it was but she didn't think it was that bad. You got to see all sorts of people on the bus that you wouldn't normally see in strict society. Sometimes she would just sit there and observe people, how they talked to each other, or reacted when some really huge person would get on the bus and sit next to them or if someone with some bad body odor came on. Then you had your funny ones like the drunks and the people that were high. Gabriella laughed to herself as she stood at the bus stop thinking about the time when a guy had walked on the bus higher than a plane. He had sat next to her and reeked of marijuana. He had looked at her and told her that she looked like a SugarDaddy and that he had the munchies. Gabriella couldn't help but to laugh and was glad that the guy finally got off the bus and stopped referring to her as candy.
The bus finally arrived after ten minutes or so. She got on running her bus pass through the slot and took a seat in the back. She was surprised that it wasn't packed; it usually was filled with kids getting out of school and stuff. She checked her phone looking at the time, urging the bus driver to drive faster. If she didn't have dinner ready there was going to be hell to pay.
The bus finally let her off two minutes towards her house and she ran towards it her book bag bouncing on her back. She ignored everything as soon as she entered focusing on just going to her room for the moment to put up her stuff. She didn't want to see what mess was left around. She didn't want to see any surprises or anything like that. She just wanted to do what she had to do right now. She placed her book bag in her closet, taking the shirt that she had on off and putting on a white tank top. Her eyes for some reason wondered over to the stack of DVDs that were lying on her floor. She couldn't believe that she had left those out. If he found out where she had gotten the money to get those well…she would probably be dead since it was them that she got the money from…more like stole the money from, but at this point she didn't care. It wasn't her fault if he had money laying around for her to just pick up when she saw it. Luckily he was always too drunk to notice when money went missing. So when she did take money she usually just took it in small increments. She wouldn't have to do that if he would let her get a job. But no. Her place was at home, with him.
She grabbed the DVDs looking at them and smiling. A few were some scary movies; some Harry Potter movies, a couple of romances and, the best movie of all time High School Musical 1 and 2. Okay so maybe they weren't the best but they were to her. Yeah being seventeen and watching Disney movies was one of the best parts in Gabriella's life. Disney movies were different than you all around teen movies. In the regular teen movie things went wrong and in the end they sometimes didn't get their happily ever after. Every Disney movie she watch it was always a happy every after. She was sure that there was probably a movie or two that wasn't like that but she hadn't run across one. She would just watch them, putting herself in the characters situation knowing that in the end it would all be alright. Always. But not in real life. Not in her life. It would never be alright. She wouldn't have her happy ending. Her eyes looked down at the HSM cases. Hey eyes went instantly towards the blue eye beauty. You couldn't help but look at Troy Bolton when you looked at the cases. He was every girls dream...her's as well...she sighed getting lost in his still picture. Ohh. Disney Movies, it wasn't like she had anything else to do. She heard that the third was already in the making and it was going to be on the big screens. There was no way she was going to go miss that. Even if she had to go see it herself, she was going.
She sighed as she pushed the DVDs under her mattress as well as the small portable DVD player. Yeah…he didn't need to know about that either. She sighed as she turned around and walked out of her bedroom door, closing the door. Time to make dinner.