AN: Hey its me again with yes another new story, hopefully maybe this time I'll get reviews since all my other stories haven't really gotten any :( I know so many people now are writing about the 'bad boy' Troy and how he gets with 'sweet' Gabriella and it may seem that I'm just one of those people who write whatever other people are writing about. But hopefully I'll try and make my story as unique as possible. First off in this story Troy and Gabriella are fresh out of college but they sort of had a history together in high school but it wasn't a friend or nice one. They have problems that they need to go through together, but with Troy's reputation since High School and Gabriella's doubt about Troy, they'll have major problems. I'll try and explain it as the story progresses. Sorry for the short chapter, its just an introductory and oh god long AN. Please leave reviews telling me anything about this story and how wrong and horrible this story has been. I really want to continue with this story, so reviews are appreciated. thanx

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything…even though if I had Troy Bolton he would be paired up with a girl named Sam. lol

Chapter 1: Hope Can Be The Problem

"Troy Bolton?"

Was it possible for your past to haunt your every move? Was it possible for the rush of all the emotions that you worked so hard to erase come rushing back with full speed? Was it possible for you to be more in love with the one person you never wanted to see for the rest of your life?

Everyone has to find their first love sometime in life, whether it was when you're seven playing together in the sandbox or when you're sixteen and discovering your opponent has you falling for him so hard.

The cold air was biting at her feet the moment she stepped out. But turning back was not an option. The heat of the house had somehow driven her out, and she found a silent comfort in the cold night air. Her entire body had begun to fight off the cold, turning inward, sending signals, her body shivering. But she stood firmly planted, letting the cold lick her skin greedily, and found herself feeling the pin of a reality so brand new.

Taking in great breaths of the cold air, her lungs protested, and she felt tears slide down her cold cheeks. The past few days had washed over her in such a cascade that she hadn't had time to allow herself to see them for what they were. She hadn't had a single moment to reflect on the actions, the words, the emotions, that had flared up in the past couple of days and the new road where she now stood.

She felt like she might shatter at any moment from the constant friction inside, the tug and pull towards this one other human. She would never find words that explained her and Troy; they could never be described in words.

Kicking a pebble with the front of her shoe, the rage and hurt she was feeling course through her body, affecting all her senses. She wanted nothing more than to just to stop the wave of emotions. To stop the intense rush she felt by just looking at those blue eyes.

Closing her eyes she felt as the cold air lurk up her body, numbing every inch of skin it touched. Reality came crashing down on her, sending her controlled emotions into over drive. Falling to her knees, she finally allowed the tears to fall freely down her cheeks, leaving hints of regret and pain traced down her face.

It was the winter of 2006. The year she finally got her drivers license, the year her team finally won the decathlon, the year she finally turned into a junior. It was also the year her dad gave up on the family. Her father Andres Montez was a full time businessman. He was the man who always wore a suit everywhere he went. Whether it was to the mall or to the park, the dark Hispanic man would show up in nothing but his suit.

His suit represented something much more than his high paying job, or his high status profile. It was his one-way trip out of her life forever. Never has she felt so empty as the times she felt when he was there, visiting her, making her life an impossible nightmare.

Through his good connections, he managed not only to give her the best life anyone would want, but he was the one who sealed his fate along with her own. Troy Bolton would soon enter their worlds.

"Well, well, well…Gabriella Montez, what a surprise," Gabriella's heart skipped a beat as he found her, sitting there on the ground, looking as discouraged as anyone could ever be.

"What do you want, Bolton?" There he was, the man of her dreams. The man who turned her on only by staring at her with those prevailing sapphire eyes. The man who caused her heart so much trauma it kills her, the man she has been secretly falling for since the moment Mr. Montez has introduced them.

"Montez, I could tell you what I want, but that would be no fun," Troy replied carelessly, his eyes appeared to be looking over, taking in her presence. It always drove her crazy when ever he would do that, it was like a secret game that he would only play with her.

"Listen, Troy, I don't have time for your shit. I go to get back before people start worrying," grabbing her bag that she had dropped earlier, she straightened her shirt as she made her way back into the house.

"Ha…people? Last I checked, you came along with Taylor, who left about an hour ago. It looks like you're stuck with me."

"In your dreams Bolton. And for your information I do have friends, and they don't include you." Shaking with outrage she looked around to see if she could spot her car.

He was still staring at her, looking over her features, taking in the effect she had on him. Standing back, he allowed his back to lean against his car, spinning his car keys in his hand. Smiling, he dropped his voice to a soft whisper, only meant for one to hear.

"Gabriella, baby, why don't we just forget about everything, and go get some coffee. It'll be my treat." Rolling her eyes, she couldn't believe her luck in running into him at this point in her life. Wasn't it enough trouble when they were in high school? Should a nerd and a jock ever be seen mingling? And yet here he was pushing his luck with her, wanting something that both of them knew couldn't happen. But still she felt it in her heart as he spoke to her, the pain that had just washed away came back again. Without any warning.

"No, Troy. It's one in the morning in case you have forgotten. I'm pretty sure that no one is going to sell anything at this time." Turning down his offer, he knew she was too smart for him. She knew that it wasn't coffee on his mind, but something more. He knew how well she prepared herself in any case with a guy like him. It was like they were two magnets, trying hard to keep away the attraction that was there the moment they meet.

Fury ran through his body for the second time that night. How could a girl as meaningless as Gabriella make him want her so much. She meant some much to him, it would drive him crazy at night just thinking about it. She wasn't the typical girl you would see him with. She completely the opposite. Tall, blonde, energetic girls would always catch his eye. The type of girls you would use just to let out your frustrations, then leave them without any second thoughts. Girls who would do anything to make you theirs for the sake of their popularity. Yet here he was falling for the girl he would have never known if it wasn't for that faithful day.

Gabriella Montez. The name alone gave him shivers that ran through his body. In the public eye she was nothing but a beauty determined to succeed in nothing but books and brains alone. To him, she was the woman of his dreams, the one he wanted to stay with. Because unlike the other girls he's been with, she was quite, shy, and lonely. She has spent all of high school besides one friend, Taylor Mckessie. He was aware that she had many sides to her, and he was determined to find and explore those sides…. one day.

"Fine, suit yourself. I'll just leave you and your pathetic life alone." Spinning on her heel, she soon stopped herself, as she figured out what he was saying to her. Tears started to form in her eyes as she felt the familiar cold air hit her skin like a thousand knives.

"What…" she couldn't believe he would bring this up, not now after what she has been through. The pain, the suffering, the worry.

"Gabriella Montez. Still as naive as ever. Has it ever according to you to just live life the way normal people do? Or are you still living in the year 2006?"

"You know Bolton you must have some nerve. Coming here, interrupting me, then dragging me out of this party just so you could have some fun. Well, you know what. Say what ever you want about me, my life, even my dad. Because I have better things to do than stay here and waste my breath on you."

He made his move as she was about to leave. Grabbing her hand, he managed to turn her around, their bodies colliding into one another. The warmth of his body radiated to her, keeping her mind off the cold air. They were in a position that neither liked but didn't want to move away from, pressed up against his car. Looking done at her, he noticed the way the moon light bounced off her features effortless. Nothing could have enhanced her beauty than the way she looked right now. His eyes moved from her eyes, to her small delicate nose, to her soft lips. Running his hands down her arms, he breathed on her face, sending tiny shivers throughout her face. He moved his head so that his lips gently grazed her ear, sending shocks throughout her body. His warm breath could be felt on her ear, cheek, neck making her more than ever wanting to just let go of the past and kiss him. Loosening his hold on her hand he managed to kiss her ear lobe before whispering softly in her ear.

"Baby, I just… please forgive me. I…" but he couldn't say the rest as she slipped out of his control and out of his view. She had ran back into the house, the very house she couldn't stand to be in, the very house where they first meet.

Running a hand through his unruly dark hair, he let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding. Climbing into his car, he drove into the night, thinking of nothing but her.

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