A/N: WOW! Thanks for all the AWESOME, or should I say CHEESE (spiders, snakes, clowns), reviews, they really made me laugh and smile a lot.

I tried going through the last chapter and tried to make it better and all but my brain was just…stumped? So what's done is done I'll just let it be one of the soon to come flaws in this story, blame it on the block! But anyhow enjoy this chapter.

The first time Troy Bolton had ever been rejected by a girl was in his sophomore year. He hadn't been used to rejection, being smothered by girls every second of the day, so he had not taken it lightly. Fuelled by anger, frustration and embarrassment he'd managed to emotionally hurt her so bad that she had to move with her family to a different state in the middle of the school year.

Now as he looked back on it, he wasn't too proud about what he had done and even though he would never admit it to anyone he never regretted what he had done to the girl.

So as he watched the flustered brunette push past him and out of the door, he felt the same feeling of rejection, from his sophomore year, only this time it was a lot stronger. He felt incredibly stupid. He sat on the edge of the bed and buried his face in his hands. Troy knew that he had to go confront her, but before he could do that he had to take care of a little "situation".

"Ell—Gabriella?" he knocked softly on the polished wooden door impatiently waiting for a reply. None came and he could distinctly hear movement in the room. "Gabriella, can I please come in?"

Hearing no reply, he pushed the door open and stepped inside the room to find Gabriella changing out of the clothes he had bought her to her old ones. He had to clench his fists to keep from acting on his desire as he saw her standing in a hot pink bra and shorts.

"Are y-you l-leaving?" he stuttered. Gabriella jumped and wrapped her arms around her front. She nodded; her dark eyes glistened with tears that looked as though they would never fall.

"I'm so s-sorry" she whispered, "I never meant for this to happen. I didn't mean to make you cheat."

"Ella," he walked closer to her, only for her to step back, "it wasn't your fault. I don't know what came over me. I can't explain it and to be honest I don't regret it." He took another step closer and she turned away. Instead of stepping back, he placed his hands on her waist. But she stepped away,

"Troy, don't do this."

Taking the hint, he stepped back, "then you won't leave?" She stayed silent, "please. You just got here and I haven't been as close to anyone as I have been with you in a while. I need you to stay"

She smiled; "on one condition" Troy's shoulders slumped with relief. "I wanna get a job here…as a housekeeper or a maid I really don't care."

"Why would you want one?"

"So I can pay for my stay and if I have much left I can leave, or find myself a place and start all over." All this time, she had her back to him.

"Ell-Gabriella you don't have to pay. I'm letting you stay because I want o get to know you and I want you to."

"Fine, but I still get a job." Troy opened his mouth to protest but closed it; he really, really wanted her to stay.

"Okay." He sighed in defeat.


So far Sharpay Evans first day of filming her latest movie hadn't turned out so well. First, her latte had been too cold, and then she found that her muffins were jam-packed with calories, neither did she agree with the script and the cast and crew (the makeup artist had messed up her face, in her opinion), and now this!

She stared at the bright bold letters printed across the front page of the magazine on her lap. Without thinking she grabbed one of the "jam-packed with calories" muffins and stuffed half of it in her mouth. Reading the words several times, she finally began to comprehend and shook her head vigorously. She tried to not believe it, but with the picture right underneath she just had to.

The door to her dressing room burst open and male replica rushed in panting loudly. He put his hand to his chest and dramatically swiped the thin blond strands of hair falling into his pale face.

"I got your call" he panted, "what's up?"

The female blonde said nothing and held up the magazine to her brother. His green eyes scanned the page; the big black bold letters, and the large image that took half of the page.

"BOLTON'S NEW GIRL?"

Were the words written on top of the page, followed by a picture of Troy in shades and a baseball cap pulled low over his face with his face buried in the dark waves of the petite brunette who had Troy Bolton's arm slung over her thin shoulders.

A scream found its way to the female blondes' throat.

"Shar, please don't." the male blonde begged, his voice beyond desperate.

"I am going to fucking ruin her."

"Maybe it's not what it looks like. She could be his cousin or something."

"Shut up Ryan." Sharpay snapped at her brother. She grabbed her things and walked to the door, with one hand on the knob she turned to her twin. "Tell Rob something came up…family issues." Then without waiting for a response, she left.


She was hunched over the counter in the kitchen when he woke up the next day, dressed in one of his graphic shirts and a pair of her own shorts with her hair pulled up in a messy bun leaving several untamed strands to fall into her face. He stood at the doorway and watched her for a while. She dipped her finger in the mug beside her and swirled whatever was in it and brought her fingers to her lips. He immediately made his presence known by mumbling a rushed greeting.

She looked up, nodded and pushed whatever she was reading in front of him. He took the paper in his hands careful not to touch fearing what it might cause.

"'Bolton's new girl'." He read with a chuckle. "That's new." He murmured gladly accepting the cup of coffee Gabriella placed in front of him. She leaned on the counter on her elbows opposite him and watched him with narrowed eyes.

"Troy, you have a wife and it looks like your cheating."

Troy's brows raised and his smirk widened. "Does it?" he asked playfully.

"I'm being serious here!" she half yelled. The fact that he found the situation amusing added to her growing frustration. She didn't want to be seen as "Bolton's slut" or whatever the press would come up with later and had felt relieved when the picture only showed her back.

"So am I" though the smirk never left his face. Seeing her that frustrated was a turn on for Troy; her red face, her fidgety fingers, her squared front teeth continuously gnawing at her bottom lip and her eyes wide and frantic, her breaths coming out in short gasps, it was definitely "erection-worthy" in his book.

Gabriella felt the urge to slap him but with one look at his disheveled hair and sleepy face she restrained herself instead just wanting to run her fingers through his chestnut locks and over his face. Her next words were cut short as a shrill beeping rang through the air.

"Shit. Practice in ten minutes." Troy moaned all traces of humor gone from his face and replaced with bitterness. Gabriella's mouth formed an "o" as she watched him down the rest of his coffee before running out of the kitchen.

Minutes later Gabriela watched Troy's car back out of the driveway and she let out a sigh; she was all alone in a huge house with no idea what to do with herself. Sure she was more than comfortable with Troy but without him she had no idea what to do.

Cook? Clean? Should I?

She couldn't decide but after what felt like hours her stomach made the decision for her. She leaned against the island trying to remember what was where when she heard the loud clicking of heels against the tiled floor.

"What are you doing in my house?"

A/N: I know it's short and rushed but I really wanted to update but I can't seem to get my creative juices flowing, hopefully the next chapter will be better. Review!