Amateur Heiress

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"When you play in Dallas, if you can't handle the attention, then you won't be able to produce on Sundays."

Athletes are quoted a lot. And a lot of time the quotes are bullshit. Excuses, denials, etc. But anyone who played for the Dallas Cowboys will tell you that this quote is 100% accurate. Especially Troy Bolton. After all, he is the one who said it. On the most part he handled the attention well. And he got a lot of it.

Not only was he the gorgeous quarterback of 'America's Team', he did what pretty much every other Dallas quarterback did. Dated blonde models, pageant winners, and country singers. And that only meant more attention.

But at the end of the day Troy was just a football player from Albuquerque, New Mexico. Despite his escapades with half of Dallas' blonde population, it was known that Troy was one of the hardest working QBs in the league. Which is why even before training camp started, he was in the Valley Ranch weight room.


"Gabriella!" The petite brunette, hurried up to one of her new bosses, Rick, the assistant general manager. He handed her a few pieces of paper. "I need you to go to the weight room. Make sure every item listed on those papers is there and in good condition. If it doesn't look like it is in good condition, make a note of it."

"Okay," Gabriella replied, before immediately making her way to the weight room. Just as she had expected, her father had instructed everyone that would be working with Gabriella to be tough on her. And despite doing grunt jobs, she was learning more and more every day.

So without complaints, she inspected every machine, marking down which ones were missing and which ones were in bad shape. It wasn't until she walked over to the weights, did she realize that she wasn't alone. She instantly knew who it was. Troy Bolton, the gorgeous star quarterback. She quietly made her way over to the weights, knowing she had a job to do, but not wanting to interrupt his workout.

After doing his usual two hundred crunches, Troy stood up and made his way to the rack of weights. It was then when he realized that on the other side, was a brunette that he had definitely never seen before. He instantly looked her up and down. He couldn't see her face, but considering she was clad in short jean shorts and a fitted Cowboys t-shirt, it wasn't hard to tell that she had a hot body.

"Hey." Gabriella's head whipped towards him, and his breath hitched. Yes, he usually liked blondes, but there was no denying the fact that this girl was beautiful. She gave him a small and polite smile.

"Hey."

"I don't think we've met. Troy Bolton." Gabriella stepped towards his outstretched hand and took it in hers.

"Gabriella. Nice to meet you."

"You as well." With that, Gabriella turned back to the weights, leading Troy to smirk.

"So, what do you do here?" he asked, grabbing some water.

"Don't exactly have a job title. Just learning the ropes," she replied, not stopping to look at him. Troy just nodded and took another sip of water. As he watched her move down the rack, he got the opportunity to take a closer look at her, leading his eyes to narrow in confusion. There was something familiar about her.

"There is something familiar about you. What's your last name?" Gabriella smirked and looked at him.

"Montez."

Troy choked on his water, leading her to laugh.

"As in Jerry's daughter?" He asked in shock.

"Yep," she replied, while making a few notes on her clipboard.

"YOU are the one in the picture?" Gabriella stopped and rolled her eyes. The picture. She didn't need to ask what picture he was talking about. It was everywhere. In her living room, her parent's room, both of her Dad's offices, and all over the internet. Taken moments after the Cowboys won their first Super Bowl in 25 years, and for the first time under the leadership of her father, it was practically iconic. She couldn't deny the fact that it was cute, but the fact that people still talked about a picture that was taken 17 years ago got a little bit annoying.

"That's me," she replied through clenched teeth, which made him chuckle.

"So what is Jerry Montez's daughter doing inspecting gym equipment?"

"Gotta start at the bottom if I want to make it to the top."

"Weren't you just named like the official heir to the team? You already know you are going to make it to the top." Gabriella rolled her eyes for a second time.

"Only on the condition that I work for the team. And being the heir means I get it when my Dad dies, and hopefully that won't happen for a long time. So unless I want to wait until I'm fifty until I have control of the team, this is what I have to do."

"Ok then. So why haven't we met?" he asked as she went back to her job.

"I've been in LA for the past three years."

"God I hate LA."

"Why?"

"Paparazzi." Gabriella looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"I have a feeling if you didn't date girls who already have ten photographers following them around on a daily basis, you wouldn't have to deal with that."

"Touché. So I'll see you around then?" Troy asked, seeing that she was done with the weights.

"Yeah. I guess so."


"This is…nice." Gabriella whipped around to see her best friend standing at the door of her 'office' with a look of disgust. She immediately rolled her eyes.

"I've been here a month Shar. I'm hardly an intern. What did you expect?"

"I dunno. But not this." Gabriella just chuckled and shook her head.

"What are you doing here?"

"Dropping off my uniform," she replied, holding up the iconic cheerleading outfit. Gabriella couldn't help but smile. She had known Sharpay since she was born, and ever since then Sharpay was destined to be a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader. It was in her blood, considering her mom was a cheerleader herself, and everyone knew that as soon as she was of age, Sharpay would become part of the famed squad as well. Many wondered why her best friend Gabriella didn't want to be a cheerleader, but after one fateful ballet class she knew that there was no shot. So while every Sunday, Sharpay ran around the owner's suite in a children's version of the blue and white uniform, Gabriella sat on her father's lap, in a jersey made specially for her, cheering only when he did. But despite their differences, the two girls were best friends with an unbreakable bond. "And I want to go to dinner. Are you almost done?"

"Yeah, meet you outside in 10?"

"Perfect."

There were definitely perks to being Gabriella Montez and Sharpay Evans. No restaurant was going to make the future owner of their beloved team wait. Which is why they were already seated at one of Dallas' most popular restaurants at 7 on a Friday.

"So how has work been?"

"Good. Not much has been going on. Just a lot of prep for training camp," Gabriella responded. "I met Troy today though." To many this would be a big deal, but considering Gabriella and Sharpay had grown up around some of the greatest football players ever, it wasn't a big deal. However, a wide smile came across Sharpay's face.

"He's even hotter in person, isn't he?"

"Yeah. I guess."

"Did y'all talk at all?"

"For a few seconds. He seems nice. Do you know him well?"

"Come on Gabs. You know as a Dallas Cowboy's Cheerleader I am forbidden from having any interaction with the players." Gabriella looked at her best friend like she was crazy. "Okay so maybe Daddy made a deal with Kelli that she can kick me off for any reason but talking to players."

"That's what I thought."

"And yeah. I know him pretty well. He's great. Has hot friends."

"Of course," Gabriella replied with a roll of her eyes.

"Speaking of boys, have you talked to Brady?" Gabriella sighed before bowing her head. Brady Hart. Her ex-boyfriend, who after two years ended things when she decided to move back to Dallas, and although it wasn't an ugly break up, it was safe to say that Gabriella had been hurt.

"He texted me after he heard the news, but that's it."

"Are you okay with it?"

"Yeah. I'm fine," Gabriella replied confidently, for it was the truth. She missed him, but she was no longer losing sleep or thinking about him 24/7.

"Good. Which is perfect because you get to spend all your time with professional athletes."

"Shar the last person I am going to date is a Dallas Cowboy."


"Dude that is such bullshit!" Chad Danforth exclaimed, throwing the XBOX controller down, leading his best friend to laugh.

"Maybe if you stop playing as SC, you'd win a game," Troy reasoned, leading Chad to shoot him a glare. Although the two had left their respective universities five years ago, their rivalry lived on. And while USC and the University of Texas weren't traditionally rivals, due to a National Championship Bowl game, in which Texas won in the last minute, the two still taunted one another. Many were surprised that the two had become like brothers, but after having such similar college experiences, it was easy. And with Troy at QB and Chad at Wide Receiver, they were as strong of a pair on the field as they were off.

"Yeah whatever man." Troy just laughed as Chad changed the massive TV from NCAA Football 2010 to Sports Center.

"Hey, have you ever met Gabriella?" Troy questioned, a few minutes into the program.

"Gabriella, who?" Chad asked, looking at his friend, confused.

"Montez."

"Jerry's daughter? The one in the picture?"

"Yeah."

"No. Why?"

"Well she doesn't look like the little girl with braids anymore if you know what I mean."

"You would think the future owner of our team is hot."

"I'm not saying I'm gonna go for her, I'm just saying she's hot."

"Whatever you say man."

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