Hey guys, sorry to say this but other stories? I chopped them all up and fed them to my hungry pack of adorable Labradors.

But hopefully I'll continue this one through, depends if you guys like it. R&R and I'll definitely put it in one of my priorities to continue this.

Longer than my other story chapters but I hope you like it.

I was just standing there in my normal place as always, just standing. That's when I saw her, mirroring me, just standing.

It was a bright day. The sun was shining and people were in an especially happy mood since I won them the basketball championship. That was just it. Basketball was utterly my life. But then again, it wasn't. With everyone pressuring me all the time to win and with my coach at home with me 24/7, basketball had started to become… boring. Maybe it was because I was too good. Could I be too good at a sport that could be forever improved? I frowned.

Then I shrugged. Maybe I just didn't want to play anymore. I was distracted by Alicia, my supposed girlfriend who giggled at me and waved her arms in the air to grab my attention. I didn't really think of her romantically any more. Sure we'd been out a couple of times but the chemistry just wasn't there.

"Hey Troy, baby!" she smiled. "How's the basketball superstar?" she crooned and I winced.

She obviously noticed and mistook it for pleasure and pinched my cheeks and smiled up at me like I was a baby.

"Good thanks." I noticed Alicia White my "girlfriend" was getting ready to make out. I grabbed my best friend Chad by his goofy shirt and hissed in his ear, "Look I'm going now, cover me for Alicia."

He smirked; he knew how much I didn't like her.

"I know a solution to that."

"What?"

"Two words – break – up – with – her."

"That's four!"

He frowned and counted out the words on his fingers. "I was so sure it was four…"

"Look it doesn't matter! I'm going."

With that, I dashed off down to where Alicia would never in her wildest dreams journey into without an order from God himself – the library. Strangely, it was basically deserted, not that anyone came in the first place.

That's when I saw her, mirroring me, just standing.

She was in exactly my favourite spot in the whole place, sitting on the little red sofa next to the small wooden table.

Maybe it was fate, a coincidence. But it definitely happened. From that moment on I thought, would things be different, change?

As I watched her turn the pages of her book I realised she had caught me staring at her. I thought in horror, it could have been mistaken for checking her out! But she simply smiled at me sweetly and beckoned me over.

I followed the pathway of her fingers, hypnotized.

"Hey," she smiled.

"Hey," I tried to state casually, in an it's – no – big – deal kind of way. She laughed at this and it sounded like music.

"You're Troy Bolton," she clearly stated.

"How do you know my name?" I noted in horror that it came out in the wrong way; I was supposed to say "How do you know my name?" in a casual way but instead it came out in a "How do you know my name?" as though I thought she was weird and I didn't want her to know my name.

She probably noticed but was too polite to say anything. Instead she tilted her pointed finger up above her where there was a large poster with my face, my name and "HOT!" written all over it.

I could have died of embarrassment.

Somehow I didn't want this girl to think that I was one of those guys that all the girls in school adored and was so full of himself and big - headed. Because I wasn't. Or at least I tried not to be.

She laughed gently at my embarrassment.

"Don't you just love this place?" she gazed around the small corner she was in and ran her finger along the wooden table.

"Yes," I replied dreamily. "It's my favourite place in the world."

She reflected my dreamy gaze and replied, "You smell that? It's the table, sandalwood. I love sandalwood."

And somehow, the way she said it made me want to love sandalwood. I sniffed. The scent didn't smell any different to usual.

"You're right. It does smell nice." I don't know why I said this. Maybe it was because I wanted to please her, get to know her, just a little bit…

This did seem to please her so she rewarded me with her name.

"Gabriella," she grinned happily.

"Troy."

She grinned, "I know. Remember?" She pointed at the poster again.

I resisted the urge to throw myself at the nearest wall, screaming "IDIOT! IDIOT! IDIOT!

Then she stepped up, lay her book down and disappeared as mysteriously as I saw her.

Instantly I glanced down at the book, "To Kill a Mockingbird."

Deep.

What did you think?

Ally xoxox