What's up fellas? :-)
So I just realized I never told you who portrayed Blake Jones and Violet Moratti. Blake is Austin Butler, and Violet is Imogen Poots.
Oh and I put a link in my bio for a picture of Marisol!
Enjoy :-)
Chapter 2
I remember the day you told me you were leaving
I remember the make-up running down your face
And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them
Like every single wish we ever made
I wish that I could wake up with amnesia
And forget about the stupid little things
Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you
And the memories I never can escape
Troy's POV; 2 days later
I raise my beer bottle up, take a sip, and scan the dining room of the country club. Chad and Taylor(mainly Taylor) wanted to have an early dinner with the wedding parties and families, even though the wedding rehearsal is tomorrow. Chad's bursting with nerves and excitement. The nerves are because of him getting married in two days, and the excitement is for the bachelor party tonight. Hell yes. I see a blonde make her way towards me, and I grin.
"Troy!" She squeals and embraces me.
I hug her tightly back. "Hey, Shar," I say. We pull away a moment later, and she smiles at me. "How have you been?" I ask my girl best friend.
"Pretty good, but busy! Broadway never stops!" She says with a gleam in her eye. I smile at her answer and nod. "What about you, Mr. Basketball?" She teases, hopping up on the stool next to me.
I shrug. "The same as usual," I say before taking another gulp of my beer. There's a pause and it's just really awkward.
Sharpay sighs. "Are we ever gonna be the same?" She asks, her hazel eyes piercing mine.
"I hope so, Shar. I really hope so because neither of us meant for that to happen last year," I say. She nods, and she orders a beer.
The door to the room opens, and everything around me changes. I can't see or hear anything. I just see her leaving me..
"I love you, Wildcat, don't ever forget that,"
I'm brought back to reality when I hear glass smash against the floor. "Fuck," I mutter as I realize it's my empty beer bottle. A waiter comes running over and starts to sweep up the shards.
"Hoops, you alright?" Chad asks, a concerned look casting over his features as he comes walking over.
"I'm fine. Seeing her brought back memories I never wanted to remember," I mumble honestly. I look up just in time to see her head turn to look somewhere else. Fuck, this is going to be one long night. "Bartender, I need four shots of Vodka," I mumble.
GABRIELLA'S POV
That dinner totally sucked ass. Well, only just trying to avoid Troy. It was nice to see all my friends together again and to introduce them to Blake. Now, everyone's meandering around and talking. I search the room for one person, and I frown when I can't find him. I need some fresh air. I'm sure Taylor won't mind if I slip away for a few moments. I get up and adjust my shirt. I'm wearing a blue halter crop top, a white maxi skirt, and black high heels. I grab my phone and head out the door. I take one of the golf carts and drive it, but I stop when I see someone sitting on the golf course. Curiosity takes over, and I drive over to the person. I park the golf cart, but I freeze when I see who it is. "Troy," I breathe out, and I finger my recently short blonde hair (A/N: How Vanessa's hair looks now). He quickly scrambles up. "Hi," I say before biting my lips as I take in his obviously drunken state.
I watch as he stumbles, and his eyes flash with anger. "Hi? That's all you can fucking say after four years? Like I'm just some worthless friend you met in the past?" He slurs angrily, and I flinch. He stumbles again before he collapses on the ground.
My eyes widen. "TROY!" I scream in horror. I sit on my knees and hold his head in my hands. Tears start to fall out of my eyes. "Troy, please, please wake up," I say tearfully and lightly smack his face. "HELP!" I scream before patting his face again. I lean my head down, and I touch our foreheads together. "Please wake up, Troy," I whisper. I hear a gasp, and I turn around to see Chad, Taylor, and Sharpay with the rest of the party starting to file out.
"Brie, what's wrong with him?" Chad asks, rushing over to us.
"I-i don't know. H-he wa-was drunk, and he yelled at meh-me be-before he jus-just co-collapsed!" I cry, putting my face in my hands.
"Shh, G, it's okay," Sharpay says. Her and Taylor both wrap their arms around me.
"J and Zeke, will you guys come help me with him?" Chad calls, checking Troy's pulse. The guys walk over and start to slowly move him. I feel someone place their hand on my back, and I look up to see Blake. I look at the girls, and they unravel their arms from me. I stand up, and Blake takes me in his arms. I hear a loud groan, and I turn around and see Troy rubbing his head. Troy's piercing blue eyes meet mine. "T, you okay?" Chad asks. Troy's eyes glare at Blake's arms wrapped around me, and I feel ashamed for some reason. Like I've cheated on Troy.
"Fine," He mutters. "I'm going back home. Pick me up before the bachelor party," He says. He looks at me again before walking away.
I bite my lip. What have I done?
TROY'S POV
I grab the hips of the blonde chick in front of me, and I grind against her. She moans, and I smirk. She whips around and presses her lips to mine, and I kiss back harshly. When she pulls away, my eyes widen. "Gabriella?" I whisper in shock.
The girl's eyebrows furrow. "My name's Lily!" The girl yells over the music. I blink, and Gabriella's face disappears.
"I-i need a drink," I mutter and push her out of the way. I order a glass a whiskey, and I quickly down it. I feel someone's hand on my shoulder, and I turn to see Zeke.
"Hey, it's time!" He yells over the music. I nod and follow him. We meet up with Chad and Jason, and we go into a private room in the club. I look around the spacious room. There's two white loveseats and four recliners, and there's a huge ass pole in the center of the room. Chad sits at the recliner directly in front of the pole, and I sit in the recliner on the other side of the pole while Zeke and Jason relax on the two loveseats. Chad's literally bouncing in his seat.
"Man, you look a little too excited for this," I say to Chad. He bursts into laughter. Drunk Chad is even more hyper than his regular self. Fog starts to collect in the dim room, and four girls walk out with slutty police outfits on. Actually, I wouldn't necessarily call them outfits. They start to dance all over each other, and I'm pretty sure Chad's pissing himself right now. They then break off and come to one of us. Mine's blonde, and she starts to give me a lap dance. She turns around, and my breath leaves my throat.
"Ella?"
She smirks at me and leans in, "Sorry, babe, my name's Lola, but I can be whoever you want," She purrs and winks.
Two hours later, we all stumble into my penthouse, and I blindlessly make my way to my room. I tear off my clothes before crawling in my bed, and I quickly fall asleep.
"Troy?" Ella asked me, placing her chin on my bare chest.
"Mhm?" I lazily ran my fingers through her long, curly black hair.
"Where do you see us in seven years?" She asks, gliding her nails down my abs.
I shifted and started to trace circles on her naked back. "Well, we'll be 25, so definitely married. We'll be living in a big ass house with a white picket fence, have at least one kid, and we will be definitely planning to have many more since you're so irresistible," I said, wiggling my eyebrows. She laughed and slapped my stomach. I chuckle. "I'll be hopefully in the NBA, and you'll be on your way to becoming a badass doctor," I finished.
She smiled up at me with the dorky, beautiful smile. "That's what I was thinking, too," She whispered before laying her head down. A few moments later, her head propped back up. "Can we get a teacup pig? I've always wanted one!" She said excitedly. I chuckle.
"Alright, El, we'll have a pig," I agreed. I pulled her closer to me, loving the feel of her naked body pressed against mine. "I forgot one thing."
"What's that?" She asks tiredly, snuggling into my chest.
"We're going to be so fucking happy," I whispered.
I get up the next morning with no problem. I never get hangovers. Weird, right? I take a quick shower, and I brush my teeth. Walking back into my room, I go to my dresser and pull out a T-shirt and basketball shorts. I slip on the black Nike Dri-Fit T-shirt and red Nike basketball shorts, and I put on a Nike baseball cap on backwards. I grab a pair of basketball socks and my black Ralph Lauren sneakers and put them on. I walk out of my bedroom and see all the guys passed out on my couches or floor. I chuckle and grab my keys, wallet, and phone before walking out of the apartment. I go down the elevator and nod at the secretary. I slap hands with the doorman, Scott, as he opens the door for me. I'm immediately surrounded by paparazzi, and I roll my eyes. Don't these people have lives? I mean, it's nine in the fucking morning! I ignore them and jog to my car: a black Rolls Royce Phantom. I quickly drive away, and I head to the nearest McDonald's. Once I pull in and park, I grab my sunglasses and g t out, lock my car, and walk in. I walk up to the cashier.
"Welcome to McDonald's. How may I help you?"
"Can I have three #3's and a #2, please? And three strawberry banana smoothies and a large sweet tea?" I order. The lady nods.
"That'll be $24.07," She says, and I hand her my debit card. Her eyes widen as she sees my name. I raise my finger to my lips, and she nods and hands me my receipt and my cup. I walk over to the drink machine, and I start to fill up my drink.
"Momma, I'm gonna fills it up all by me-self!" I hear a little girl squeal, and I see her pop up next to me. I smile at the cute little girl. She's obviously Hispanic or Flipino by her olive skin tone, and she has wavy dark brown hair. But her eyes.. They're so blue. I turn back to my drink, but I freeze when I hear her voice.
"Marisol, what have I said about running away from me?" I hear her ask the little girl.
In the corner of my eye, I see the little girl, Marisol, bow her head. "Not to stway to far fwom you because of big, fat meanies," She mumbles.
I take this opportunity to make myself known. "Hi, Ella," I greet quietly, taking in her even shorter brown top and blonde bottom hair.
I watch as her eyes widen, and she stands up. "Tr-Troy, hi," She says nervously. Marisol jumps in front of Ella.
"I'm Marisol! What's you name?" She asks with a big smile.
I crouch down, so I'm her height. "I like your name. My name's Troy," I introduce and stick my hand out. She giggles and shakes my thumb with her tiny hands.
"Fanks, Momma picked it out all bys herself!" She exclaims.
I look up at Ella to see her eyes watery for some reason, but I look back at Marisol. "Oh really? Well, could you tell me how old you are?" I ask.
She goes to answer, but my phone starts to ring. Plus, my name's being called for my food. "Marisol, bebé, we need to go. Aunt Tay, Aunt Shar, and Aunt Kels are waiting for us," Gabriella says."
Marisol waves at me. "Bye, Twoy. See ya in awhile cwocodile," She giggles.
I chuckle. "See you around like a donut," I say and stand up, and I take off my sunglasses. "See you, El," I say and wink at her. I smirk as I see her blush before she quickly ushers Marisol out of the door. I slide my sunglasses back on, and I go get my food and drinks. Once I get everything in my car, I pull out my cell phone to see missed calls from Chad, Zeke, and Jason, and I roll my eyes. As I pull onto the highway, I call Chad back.
"About damn time you answered your phone!" Chad exclaims.
I chuckle. "Shut the hell up. I was getting you guys food, and I had a.. run in with someone," I say with a smirk.
"*chuckles* Was it one of your past conquests?"
"Nope. It may or may not have been my ex-girlfriend."
"No fucking way! What happened?"
"Well, nothing really. I just met her daughter, Marisol. Chad, she's just so adorable. I-i wish I was her father, you know? When I was talking to her, I looked up and Ella had tears in her eyes. It totally confused me," I say as I pass someone. There was a long pause. "Chad?"
"Sorry man, I gotta go. See you in a few." A beep signals that he hung up. I furrow my eyebrows. That was weird.
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