Gabriella's POV

I can't believe she is at it again. I know she is my mother, but she does not have the right to hurt me or make me feel worthless. I feel pathetic to allow myself to crumble like this, but I can't help it. It hurts to know she does not care about me at all.

I slowly calm my breathing and just look around my room making sure everything is exactly where it should be. My light purple comforter is still neatly folded at the bottom on my bed. My purple lamp with butterflies from my childhood seems to be untouched like the rest of my room. I turn to my phone and see if I have any text, but of course no one has texted me. Sometimes I feel as if I don't have any friends.

Soon there is a knock on my door, I just stayed quiet. I didn't want to talk to anyone and knowing it was most likely my mom made it worse. I didn't want to see or talk to her after what see did. I heard another knock and then the door opened after I still didn't answer.

"Mom, I don't want to talk to you!" I yelled.

My head shot up when I heard a man's laugh. He was so hot, but appeared to be a couple years older than me. He kind of looked like Zac Efron, tall, amazing eyes, and a killer smile. "Um, hi."

"Who are you?" I was starting to freak out that this random hot guy was in my room. How did he get into the house?

"I'm Troy. Troy Bolton." He revealed his name like I was supposed to know exactly who he was. I am so confused.

"Well, Troy, I still don't know who you are or what you're doing in my room."

"Your mom told me to just come in here and get to know you." Wow was I shocked. She just assumed I wouldn't mind a stranger being in my room. Whatever happened to not talking to strangers?

"Wow, so why do I have a stranger in my room?"

"I'm not some random creep, Gabriella. How about we go for a drive and talk."

"Um…no, like I said, I don't know you! Therefore I am not going anywhere with you!" I exclaimed starting to get a little mad and annoyed. Why am I still talking to this guy? I still talking to this guy?

"Then let's get to know each other." Troy said while winking at me.

"No." It was as simple as that, I didn't want to know him. Especially if this was part of my mom's plan.

"Why don't you wanna give me a chance? You won't regret it." He sweetly tried to convince me.

"Why do you want to know me?"

"Well I kind of have to get to know you." He explained as he looked down at the floor. "Gabriella, we are arranged to get married."

I was so shocked. Can what he is saying be true? I'm only seventeen, there is no way we could get married he has to be in his mid-twenties. There is no way I am getting married to a guy I don't even know! I want to fall in love and have all those awesome memories. I don't want to be in a loveless marriage.

"Gabriella…I know this is all very shocking but please say something."

"I am not marrying you. I want to fall in love and have cute memories! I do not want to be in a loveless marriage!" I yell as I start to feel tears slide down my face. I quickly wipe them away but not before he noticed. He walking closer to me and gently sat on the bed next to her. He slowly wiped away a tear that I missed.

"Gabby, we can have cute memories, too." He said looking directly in my eyes.

"I…I don't want to be left as a failure and have a husband that leaves me." I exclaimed as the tears continues to fall. I was officially back into panic mode and started to shake. Troy pulled me into his arms and slowly rubbed my back, while he was trying to calm me down.

"Shh…Gabby. It's going to be okay. You are not going to be a failure and we will figure it out. Just try to relax."

Troys pov

Gabriella was so beautiful, but she obviously had some insecurities. I need to make her realize that I wasn't going to go anywhere. One, she was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen and two, our marriage had to last at least five years. I had this beautiful girl crying in my arms. I don't really know here, so I am not sure how to calm her down. I just pulled her into my arms and rubbed her back hoping she would calm down.

"Shh…Gabby. It's going to be okay. You are not going to be a failure and we will figure it out. Just try to relax."

"Why are you being s-so nice t-to me?"

"Gabriella," he pulled back and looked me in the eyes. "I am a nice person and I may not know you yet but I care about you."