Hey guys, thanks for the great reviews. I am assuming this story is good because it is getting great responses. Well on to chapter 3 YAY lol.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with HSM except any of the characters you don't already know and I made up hehe.

"Troy …" all of her original thoughts of what she was originally going to do suddenly disappeared and was placed with a sudden urge to apologise "It's Gabriella…"

After hanging up the phone Gabi had an odd sense of doubt. She really ought not to have called. She walked around like a zombie for the next 10 minutes until she got used he the fact that she had just called Troy and apologized for something she didn't actually feel guilty for.

She walked into her bedroom and lay down on her soft bed. Tossing and turning until finally she found comfort. A different world pulled her away from consciousness and she fell asleep listening to the sound of the world go by.

RING RING. RING RING. RING RING.

Gabi groaned. "Go away" the incessant ringing of the phone pulled away from her dreams. "NO. There is no way I am moving!" RING RING. "FINE" she yelled in the phones direction.

"WHAT?" Gabi yelled into the phone. "Gabriella Marie Montez, you can not talk to me like that!" she inwardly groaned at the sound of her mother's voice.

"Sorry mom, what can I do for you?"

"Gabi, what has got you so mad?" she rolled her eyes in response. "Mom I was just asleep, I was just a little annoyed that you woke me?"

"Sorry, babi. But what are you doing sleeping at 5.30?" Gabi's mind ran through the events of the day.

"It's just been a rough day. That's all?" Gabi sighed and sat down while she and her mother went through what happened earlier. "Troy is a teacher? Who would have thought?" Maria Montez laughed at the idea.

""Mom, I have to go, my other phone is ringing?" she blew kisses into the phone and said the routine "love you too" before hanging up.

She picked up her mobile and answered "Gabriella Montez speaking" she heard a squeal on the other end of the phone.

"GABBIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! Oh My God! I knew it would be you!" she heard the familiar voice of her best friend Taylor Mckessie.

"Taylor, I was going to call you, but I forgot haha." Taylor laughed at her friends forgetfulness. "I saw the second Montez and I had to ring! Oh My God, I am having a barbeque at my place tonight with all the old gang. YOU have to come!"

"Taylor, I'm really not in the mood for people!" she said with hesitance

"Gabi, you have to come, I haven't seen you in like 8 years! That is way too long! Come on, Please?" Gabi could picture Taylor's big brown eyes and puppy dog look like it was yesterday that she last saw it. She never could resist that look. Especially on Troy, he did it so well. No, I am not thinking about Troy. Gabi pushed all thoughts of him to the back of her mind and agreed to the barbeque.

She sighed as she headed towards the bathroom. There was no way she was going to see all her old friends again without looking totally hot.

She curled her hair. Did all her makeup and went to the wardrobe. She looked at her outfits. It was a hot day but she didn't want to seem to over dressed. Her eyes fell over the perfect dress. If Troy was there, he would definitely regret cheating on her.

She put on her dress. She looked stunning. A simple LBD never looked so good. (Dress link in profile).

She walked out of her building, grabbing her purse, keys and address to Taylor's house.

Starting her car up she drove to the house, regretting every mile she went. "I should just turn back home now! Come on Gabi, Do It!" she never did it.

I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell

She couldn't help thinking maybe she was on the way to hell. What if Troy was there, would she have to talk to him, explain her actions earlier. Pulling up to the house she noticed that it was rather big. Bigger than she thought it would be.

She walked up to the door. Every step she took was a mistake. She turned around before knocking on the door. "You going somewhere Gabi?" she slowly turned around "CHAD!" I haven't seen you for ages! You look …. The same ha-ha!" Chad laughed along "I wish I could say the same for you. Gabs, you look absolutely beautiful." Gab blushed at the complement.

"What are you doing here?" Gabi said.

"What do you mean? I live here!" he said and dragged her inside. Gabriella Braced herself to come face-to-face with everyone from her past. Except the one person she was secretly hoping was there, wasn't.

HSMSHSMSHSMSHSMSHSMSHSHSMHSMHSMHSMHSMSHSMHSMSHSMHSMHSMHSMSHSMHSM

Troy leaned closer to her. Their lips were so close, he could feel her breath on his

skin. "Troy" she whispered into he ear as he kissed around her face. His lips moved towards hers. So close … RING RING

"DAMN IT" Troy swore as he was rudely interrupted from his dream.

He looked at the caller ID. Chad Danforth.

"You better have a bloody good reason for calling, mate!" Troy exclaimed as the anger of being woken up took over.

"I think that you should change your mind, come to the barbeque! It will be good for you, and besides none of us have seen you since you started the new job!" he sounded desperate, almost begging for Troy to co-operate.

"Chad, I started work this morning. I saw everyone on Saturday night. That was 4 days ago. Not exactly an era. I'm not really in the mood for a gathering tonight ok?" Troy replied with almost equal desperation.

"The dictionary defines an ear as a significant period of time. It may not have been significant to you …. But it was significant to me." Chad paused. "Ok, so this conversation may be getting a little ridiculous, but I need you to come. I am so bored here on my own. Zeke keeps talking about his Crème Brulee and Jason is staring into the bushes and muttering. I am all alone. SAVE ME!"

"Chad! It is ok, clam down. I will come. I know something is important when you start chattering like a monkey! I will see you in about 15 minutes ok?" Chad agreed and hung up.

Troy sat down on his bed and sighed. What kind of life was his turning out to be? All his friends were crazy. The reason he was crazy could barley look at him anymore and his parents were getting remarried. Stupid parents, they ruin everything.

He stood up to take a shower and get changed. In 10 minutes he was walking out his front door and heading to save his best friend.

On the way to the house Troy decided it was safe to turn the music on again.

Whoa
Almost paradise
We're knockin' on heaven's door
Almost paradise
How could we ask for more?
I swear that I can see forever in your eyes
Paradise

Not knowing the song, but immediately liking the lyrics Troy started to tap and hum along to the rhythm/melody. Whoa Paradise! He really got into it.

The car came to stop outside Taylor and Chad's house. He walked right in, being a constant guest he rarely knocked.

He walked straight through the lounge room and towards the backyard.

"TROY! Thank god!" Chad ran over and gave him a brotherly hug. "You are a life saver." To be honest, Troy did think the party looked kind of dull.

He went around to all the people that he know greeting everyone. Sharpay and Zeke. Jason and Kelsi. Ryan's new girlfriend Melissa and Martha. His eyes landed on Ryan. As he moved towards him he realized that Ryan was talking to someone.

"Hey man, Nice to see you. Who is your …?" he turned to look at the girl that Ryan was talking to. In front of his eyes, stood Gabriella. She was in arms reach and he had to resist the urge to grab her and fulfill his earlier dream.

Gabriella stood still. Her mouth hung open, she looked like a deer caught in headlights. She couldn't believe he came. She thought that being here for half an hour already made it safe.

"Oh shit!" she muttered, everyone in the group stopped what they were doing and just watched the scene play out before them.

SO there is chapter 3. Very proud that I did this within 24 hours. HAHA. Thanks for your reviews once again. Many of you suggested that this is what should happen and I can't disappoint my readers now can I.

Suggestions are always very welcome and very encouraged.

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