Chapter Two-Something's Going On
Gabriella's POV:
All the basketball players, except Troy were all staring at me as I sat down on the bleachers in the gym after school.

Suddenly, I felt really nervous as Chad, or that's what I think his name is, started to whisper.

I shoved my face into my book, and shifted akwardly.

I heard the gym door slam, and everything was silent.

I snuck a peak and saw the coach and his assistant coming.

"What's a girl doing here, coach?" I heard Chad ask.

"I'm driving her home, Chad," he said calmly before shoving a basketball into Chad's stomach.

Throughout their practice, Chad kept on giving me looks, and Troy kept on smiling at me.

I sat through half an hour of their practice before Chad's glare started to get on my nerves.

I causually put my books back into my messenger bag, and swung in over my shoulder.

I walked down the row of bleachers, then down the step to the gym doors.

I pushed the doors open, before Troy called from behind me, "Where're you going?"

I turned my head, "Flag pole."

That satisfied Troy, and he made his way back to the gym.

I sat down on the grass, and started to do my homework without Chad's glares.

Forty-five minutes later, the team came pushing each other through the doors.

Troy in the front, and his dad following his players.

His dad gestured for me to follow them.

I followed them by a fair distance behind.

"Sorry about Chad," Troy apologized as the two of us went to the same free throw spot as yesterday.

"It's okay," I said, tossing my basketball up.

"Honestly, I can't blame him," I shrugged, taking my basketball from under the hoop.

"What do you mean?" Troy asked cautiously, also tossing up his basketball.

"Remember the example I gave you yesterday?"

Troy nodded.

"Exactly. So don't sweat it."

The Next Day

Mr. Bolton appeared at my locker the next morning.

"Good morning, Gabriella."

"Good morning."

"Your mother called me this morning," he said.

Wait, she wasn't home last night...

"You're staying over with us until your mother comes back," he finished.

"Excuse me?" I said polietly, "Can you repeated that again."

"You're staying with us until your mother comes back," he repeated.

I blinked, "Okay..."

After School

I was staying in the Bolton's house. In the room next to Troy's. It was slightly bigger than my room at home.

Troy stuck his head into the room as I was re-checking my math sheet.

"Up to a game of basketball?"

I looked up.

"One-on-one."

"Why?" I asked suspiciously.

"Well I'm done my homework, and you're done your's."

"Fine," I said, getting up.
End of Gabriella's POV

Chad's POV:

I heard a girl giggling, and a guy laughing.

The last time I checked, Troy didn't have a sister.

I unlatched the backyard gate.

I crept behind a bunch of low tree branches, and looked between them.

Ugh.

It's that girl again.

And Troy's spinning her around in circles, and she was giggling.

Gross.

Troy's clutching on to her with one arm, and the other one, tossing a basketball up into the hoop.

Something's going on, and I don't like it.

But I'm so gonna find out.
End of Chad's POV