Take Care

Chapter 1

First Impressions

Troy Bolton waited for the pretty brunette receptionist to look up from her computer to give him the okay to go into her boss's office. He fixed his black tie and looked at his watch, and looked back at her. He subtly cleared his throat, trying to catch her attention, but she promptly ignored that as well. He finally gave up and rolling his eyes slightly and slowly slumped onto his seat.

He always hated that waiting period before meeting his new boss, frankly he had only had to do it three times in his line of work but it was still annoying. Troy was a bodyguard by profession and this time he had applied to be bodyguard of one of the most prestigious families in the United States. He was a little nervous to say the least but he knew that he had it in the bag, his resume was impeccable. He had taken bullets for his previous boss, saved a little girl from almost getting kidnapped, and prevented a murder. This job should not be that hard after all of that.

He did not know how wrong he could be.

"Mr. Bolton? Please, follow me." Said the pretty receptionist whose name tag read 'Samantha'

He sped up to walk right beside her through the brightly lit hallway of the office building in a casual manner. "Can I ask you a question, Sam? I can call you Sam, right?" She blushed and he smirked down at her, "You know if I got the job already, right? I know you do, so just tell me I did so I can be prepared to talk to her."

The receptionist kept looking forward but her smile gave it away, she knew he had gotten the job and she was not going to say a single word to him about it. She stopped in front of a plain-looking white door and smiled slyly up at him.

"Right through this door, Mr. Bolton."

"Call me Troy, I have a feeling we'll be seeing a lot more of each other." He smirked and adjusted his suit before opening the door and entering the room.

The door may have been plain, but this room was everything but that. As soon as he walked in he was greeted by the Los Angeles skyline, buildings left and right. Cars sped off in the distance and the millions of billboards could be seen clearly from his position in front of the very large window that went from floor to ceiling.

Venturing farther in the room to his right he saw comfortable looking white couches with golden pillows and a gold coffee table. Right above the couch, on the wall, was a painting of a man Inuyasha recognized to be the deceased owner of the company. He had committed suicide five months prior and as far as he knew no one had looked at the case again.

"Mr. Bolton, please take a seat"

He quickly turned his attention to the woman sitting down in a mahogany desk who wore a warm smile on her face. He walked over to her and leaned over the desk to shake the woman's hand.

"Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Evans. Please, call me Troy."

The woman smiled and motioned for him to sit down in front of him. He had heard a lot about her. When her husband had killed himself she stepped up to take charge as CEO of the business her husband had left behind. From all the reports he read she ran the company better than he ever did.

She wore a black square-neck professional-looking dress and a few gold bracelets on her wrists. Her hair was curly and rested elegantly on top of her head. She did not look older than 43 he thought analyzing the way she moved around her own office, as if she was uncomfortable. Troy looked at her, waiting to hear what she had to say about the job offer.

"Inuyasha, with your resume and files, I'm sure you must already know you got the job as a bodyguard," he felt the corners of his lips tug in a victorious smile, "but I must warn you before you jump into any rash decisions, this job will be much different, and much more dangerous than your last ones."

"You won't be taking care of me; you'll be taking care of my daughter Sharpay Evans. And while, you may think that it will be easier, it really will not." She leaned into the desk and put her elbows on the table. "Sharpay is…well troubled. She has had more kidnapping and murder attempts on her record by the age of 12 than any of your other employers have and will have in their whole lives."

"I'm sorry, Miss." He offered gently

"That's okay; I just thought it would be a fair warning. She hates bodyguards and ever since her father's…death, she does things that put everyone in danger. If you do not want to take the job, I completely understand-"

He quickly interrupted her, "Mrs. Evans, I know I can handle it. I will do anything in my power to keep Miss Evans safe, I promise."

She looked him over with careful and equally sad eyes. Finally she sighed and pressed a button on her office phone.

"Jason, please come so you can take Shar's new bodyguard home and get everything settled"

"Of course, Miss." The man said, "Oh! By the way, she asked, since she knew he would arrive today, if she would be allowed to go to the beach"

The older Evans seemed to be thinking about all the possible ways her daughter would try something funny but finally gave in and said a quick 'fine'.

Mrs. Evans made Troy sign a couple papers saying that he would do anything to save and protect the life of Miss Sharpay Evans. Once he had signed all the papers, she explained that he would be living in the second floor of the house (which he saw pictures of, and was not by any means a 'house' but a mansion) with the rest of security and most of the help. His roommate would be the bodyguard of Sharpay's brother.

A soft knock sounded in the room and a couple of seconds after a young man about Troy's age appeared. He wore a simple Armani suit with a skinny tie and his hair parted to the side in a very professional manner. When his eyes landed on Troy, he smiled knowingly and advanced with three quick strides towards him. Troy stood up and smiled slightly while extending his hand to shake his.

"Jason Cross, PA of Mrs. Evans over here" he said smiling down at the woman who smiled at both of them.

"Troy Bolton"

"Jason you know what to do. Make sure you show him his room and immediately take him to Sharpay. When you're done, please come back because we have a lot of things to attend to." She said in a no nonsense way.

"Follow me, Troy Bolton"

"This is ridiculous! I'm telling you, I've been stuck in this house for a month! A month! I think this is slavery."

"It totally is. Except for the fact that you're practically doing nothing, Sharpay."

Sharpay Evans sighed loudly into the phone and rolled her eyes. Being stuck in this house was seriously getting to her. "You're right, Kelsey. At least my mother let me go out to the beach today."

"Are you coming tomorrow?" Sharpay could almost hear her best friend frown.

"Of course, do you think I would miss the biggest party of the year?"

"No. But listen, I was thinking that maybe instead of red velvet cupcakes there should be chocolate instead."

Sharpay walked over to the full length mirror inside her walk-in closet. She checked her blonde hair and white teeth and walked back to sit on her queen sized bed. She had listened to Kelsey go from red velvet to chocolate about a thousand times that week. She rolled her eyes at her best friend's perfectionism and laid back on her bed. Kelsey and her OCD tendencies tired Sharpay out, they were never ending.

Fortunately, Sharpay's salvation came in the form of a knock to her white door. She interrupted Kelsey's rant with a quick 'got to go' and straightened out her white lace shirt. Kelsey's OCD must have been wearing off on her.

She walked over to her door and opened it slowly, expecting a maid. She was surprised when she saw her mother's personal assistant smiling broadly at her. She gave him a dead-panned expression and swung the door shut, knowing full well he would catch it before it closed as he always did.

"Always a pleasure, my dearest Sharpay."

"What do you want, Jason?" she said as she walked over to shut the door of her walk in closet.

"I just wanted to introduce you to your new bodyguard, Shar."

That's when Sharpay noticed the man standing to Jason's right side. He was slightly taller than Jason and had a clean cut and carefully styled hair. His strong jaw line had no stubble as he opted for the clean cut look for their first meeting. His eyes were a beautiful shade of blue, a blue that captivated her but she had to look away. He wore a black Guess suit with a black tie to complete the whole 'formal' look.

He stepped forward to greet her and stuck out his right hand, "Troy Bolton, Miss Evans".

She raised her eyebrow in a suspicious manner but shook his hand anyway. He stepped back and smiled slightly at her; she scoffed slightly and looked back at Jason while crossing her arms in front of her.

"Thank you, Jason. Now if you could leave please, I want to get to know my bodyguard a little bit better."

Jason narrowed his eyes at her and she looked innocently back up at him. Finally, he sighed and shook his head and walked out of her room, closing the door behind him.

Sharpay fixated her eyes on her new bodyguard and analyzed his posture. Just like any professional bodyguard, he had his hands crossed in front of him and looked very tense. His jaw was set and he trained his eyes on her every movement. Sharpay smiled and turned around to face her vanity mirror in front of the bed.

"Sit down, Troy."

He slid slowly onto the pink couch under the big white window letting in most of the light into the room. She sat on her vanity chair and faced him.

"Miss Evans-"

"Call me Sharpay, that's an order."

"I am really honored to be your bodyguard and I assure you, I will do anything in my power to protect you-"

The blonde interrupted him once again, "Save it for the writers of Disney, Troy. I don't want you here anymore than you want to be here." Before he could start talking again she raised her hand in a stopping motion.

She stood up suddenly and walked slowly over to him. Troy cleared his throat and kept looking at her, trying to figure out what she would do next. Of course, he did not really expect her to sit on his lap and wrap her arms around his neck. He kept his eyes trained forward when she leaned into his left ear.

"I hope you know, Troy," she whispered, "that I will do anything in my power to get you to quit or get fired. I hate bodyguards."

Without looking at the blonde girl that so casually sat on his lap, he nodded.

"Jason told me that much."

She sighed and got up mumbling something about Jason being an idiot. She started to walk towards her closet but stopped and looked back at the bodyguard who was starting to rise from his seat once again. "Be ready in ten minutes, you're driving me to the beach."

Without any further explanation the blonde disappeared into her closet. Troy straightened out his tie and silently thanked the gods he was trained to keep his calm during any situation.

New story, I know. But I had this idea a while back and I just adto start writing this. I have not given up on the other stories- I won't either, I've just been really busy with school this last semester (glad that's over). Also I'd like to say I have been working on the other stories little by little so There will be more updates soon!

Thanks for the patience, if you even read this haha :)

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