Behind His Eyes

Summary: They say the eyes are the windows to the soul but all anyone could see was a blank, icy cold stare back at them. Why is it that Gabriella Montez could find something more when no one else did? Even if she does hate working for that person that is so emotionless.

A.N. Hello world! This is the third chapter of 'Behind His Eyes' and I really hope you all enjoy it. It was quite fun to write actually and I think the next one will be too. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, I absolutely love, love, love reading them. It really inspires me to write more so thank you and make sure you review this one too! :)

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Chapter 3 - Angel

This is going to be interesting.

And it had been, a very interesting evening -at least- it had been for Gabriella because as soon as she took that drink from, Sharpay, one drink turned into two drinks and two drinks soon changed to five drinks until Gabriella, honestly, could not remember what was passing her lips. She knew that it was foolish, after all, this was only a Monday and she had a whole week to get through, not to mention, her boss was in close proximities of her and already hated her guts, but, Sharpay was so much fun to be with that she never realised when one drink finished because Sharpay had another one waiting for her before you could say pop! Of course, the blonde wasn't in an acceptable state either but the two girls didn't care as they laughed loudly, shaking their hips to the beat of the music. How she had never met, Sharpay before was beyond Gabriella because by the end of the night, they were practically joined at the hip and Gabriella felt as if she had known the blonde for years, maybe even her whole life, in fact, she had molded into their group straight away, excluding Troy- of course.

Taylor was just as lively as Sharpay, throwing her head around to the music and laughing loudly along side Gabriella, both sharing a joke that wasn't amusing but hilarious to the two girls who had consumed too much alcohol but, as the night wore on, she had disappeared with Chad, another boisterous character of the group. He was most definitely the joker of the pack, always trying to make everyone laugh, throwing comments out that caused Gabriella to choke on her drink. He was just as eccentric as his hair which was large, curly and, Gabriella had noticed and pointed out, bounced when he moved his head. He had mainly stayed with Troy at the table, which made Gabriella laugh to herself, knowing that she had ruined Troy's evening by turning up but, then again, it hadn't been her fault, right? In fact, if she had known that Troy was also attending, then she probably would have politely declined, Sharpay, although somehow, Gabriella believed that a small shake of her head wouldn't have stopped Sharpay from bringing her along. It wasn't her fault that the two just weren't compatible with each other, maybe they could be civil with one another if he wasn't so uptight and cold.

However, Troy did have the courtesy to help her and Sharpay back to Sharpay's apartment in the early hours of the morning when neither could hold themselves up properly. He had decided that the night was over for them and just as he stood up to go collect the two girls, although, the thought of leaving Gabriella dancing by herself did cross his mind and amuse him ever so slightly, the brunette crashed into his hard chest as she had tripped over her own feet, trying to make her way back to table. There had been a moment shared, neither one of them would admit that it was a moment, of course, but from an on-looker, it had definitely been something where Gabriella's mocha eyes met up with his cerulean ones; both just staring, neither daring to break the gaze, his hands were still on her forearms where he had steadied her as hers had clutched onto his elbows for support. However, the moment was broken as Sharpay came bouncing up to both of them, a drink in each hand, yet another one for Gabriella, who gave a hearty laugh before attempting to receive the beverage from the blonde's hand but, before she could, Troy had reached out and taken it easily, placing it on the table.

"Tr-oy!" Sharpay slurred, pronouncing his name with two syllables, her brow furrowed with annoyance and she stumbled as she tried to grab the drink once more, but Troy just moved it slightly away with one finger. "Tr-oy, would you stop th-at!" She ordered, Troy rolled his eyes as he watched her sway gently from side to side.

"No, you are both drunk and you have work tomorrow...actually, I should be saying today." Troy gave them an unimpressed look but Gabriella sniggered behind her hand, resembling a small child who was being scolded. "I'm taking you both home, now." He closed his eyes and sighed deeply as they began to protest, in Sharpay's case, shaking his shoulders, although there was little effect considering he towered above the both of them, he was stronger and Sharpay was still swaying. "Now, Sharpay." He narrowed his eyes and smirked with satisfaction as they quickly gathered up their things. "Good, right, come on."

It hadn't taken them long to reach, Sharpay's apartment, she really was just round the corner from the excitement and Troy had, somehow, managed to get them both into the flat without neither one of them getting hurt; it had been a miracle considering, Sharpay insisted that the road was a lot more fun, trying to pull Gabriella along with her. Luckily, with Troy being so much stronger, he had yanked Gabriella's arm back bringing Sharpay along with her.

"Home," hiccup, "sweet," hiccup, "home." Sharpay sighed contently, wandering off to her bedroom, the sedatives in the alcohol finally settling in, making Gabriella, too, very drowsy, however, she didn't know where to go having never been to Sharpay's apartment before.

"Where do I go?" Gabriella asked quietly to herself, rubbing her eyes and reminding Troy of a small child; watching her, Troy tilted his head as she looked around the living room which led onto an open kitchen. Finally, he decided he better get her to bed once she began to sway again but, with him being so quiet, she forgot he was there.

"Come on." He whispered, not even sure why he was being quiet himself as he touched her elbow, but she jumped when he spoke, gasping slightly as he touched her bare skin, she hadn't put her coat back on, complaining that she was going to be too hot. "I'll take you to the spare room." Usually, he would take that bedroom, often sleeping round Sharpay's house but always in the spare room alone and a part of him was asking why he didn't just set Gabriella up on the sofa, the other part protested, one: she was drunk and tomorrow would be horrible, she needed this rest and two: there was a photo shoot she needed to attend, not that she was doing the photography but Troy wanted her to learn a little more seeing as she had little experience, she needed a comfortable night.

He ended up maneuvering Gabriella to the room, not that it was far, nor was there any clutter in her way, it was just the pure fact that she was easily distracted and Troy hadn't had a hold on her the first couple of times. "Hey, look, she has a massive clock. Have you seen it? It's like a...mini big Ben!" She giggled and Troy had rolled his eyes, pulling her back on track, however she then turned the other direction and quickly wandered off, not hearing Troy groan. "Do you think if I touched this, it would break?" She asked, staring in awe at the large crystal sculpture of a dog. "It's not a real dog that's been crysta-" hiccup "lised, is it?"

"No."

"Where are we going?"

"The bedroom."

"I'm drunk, no taking ad-" hiccup, hiccup, "vantage of me."

"Trust me, I won't."

"I'm offended."

"What?" Troy asked with confusion, looking at her with a slight furrowed brow.

"That you won't take advantage of me." Gabriella cried, looking at him with frustration. "What's wrong with me? Other guys try and take advantage, not that I let them but they try..." She whined and Troy couldn't resist but let the amused smirk lazily settle on his lips, still leading her into the space room. "It's because you're a dick, isn't it." That wiped the smirk away as his jaw clenched, Troy had always hated when someone accused him of being things, whether they be true or not. "It's because you're a dick and you don't like me."

"Really?" Troy replied in a monotone, no longer finding her slurred speech amusing.

"Yes. You hate me." Gabriella stumbled, Troy pulling her back by her waist and, for the second time, she crashed into his chest. "Why do you hate me? Really, you should be groveling, you were the one that knocked into me first."

"That was a mistake, angel." Troy answered, not realising that he had spoken his 'nickname' until it was too late. "Do you know what you could do to make this easier...walk in the right direction." He referred to Gabriella who was being distracted by other objects, with her walking back to the living room each time. Where it should have taken only a few seconds to get to the spare room, it was taking them a few minutes instead because of her wandering feet.

"I feel sick."

"That would be because of the amount you decided to drink tonight, angel." He shook his head, letting the nickname slip again, he only said that to annoy her, it wasn't her real nickname, he wasn't going to give her a nickname, they weren't going to be close. At least, that's what Troy kept telling himself before he wondered why the voice inside his head was suddenly sounding so defensive.

"I think I'm going to be sick." Troy groaned.

"Don't." He ordered sternly. "At least, wait until you're in bed and I can put a bucket by you. Just don't whilst I'm here." She clutched her head, complaining of a throbbing headache. "I'll get you paracetamol as well. Remember, you've got to go to that photo shoot later today, I can't have you hung-over, it'll look bad for the company and remember that I told you, anything bad to the company and-"

"And I'm fired. Blah, blah, blah!" Gabriella finished. "Anyway, I don't get hang-overs."

"With the amount you drunk-"

"I don't get hang-overs." She repeated more sternly, cutting him off for the second time and causing his frustration levels to rise, no one dared to interrupt Troy, it was a taboo for anyone to talk back to him either, with the exceptions of his friends, considering he could be such a cold person. To be quite honest, Troy scared people but not Gabriella. "I'm so tired." She yawned, resting her head on Troy's chest as they continued to walk, although her pace began to slow down, almost as if she was happy to fall asleep right there, although, Troy couldn't stay there all night so he did the first thing that came into his mind and picked her up in a bridal style, her arms already snaking round his neck and her face close to his, so close that he could feel her hot breath. Before he knew it, she had already fallen asleep, her breathing soft and regular then, of course, she had stopped talking so, carefully, Troy gently placed her on the bed but as he tried to pull away, her arms seemed to pull him closer and he had to steady himself, to stop himself from crushing her, by placing his hand on the mattress.

"Gabriella." He whispered but she didn't seem to stir, her features in a state of peace and serenity as she was already in a deep slumber. "Fuck." He muttered under his breath, still so close to her that his nose was almost touching hers but he couldn't stay, although something about her was becoming more and more inviting, however, he quickly shook his head, dismissing any thoughts, so he softly grabbed her hands which were folded together behind his neck and detached themselves from him. He walked out, leaving her in the position she was in, telling himself he didn't care, however, when he came back in with a large glass of water and some paracetamol tablets, he sighed to himself before taking her shoes off and tucking her into the bed. Finally, then he was able to retire to the sofa where he was spending the night.

~*~

The next morning and Sharpay thought she going to kill someone. At least, whoever it was who was making such an atrocious noise that early, especially when she had a throbbing headache that made her feel like her head was about to explode and her whole stomach was going to come up her throat and out her mouth. "Whoever that is, shut. It. Off!" She screamed but immediately regretting it as her hand flew to her head. "Troy." She growled, her teeth clenched together as she saw his messy hair behind the blender.

"Morning." He replied, a slight nod of the head although Sharpay could see the amusement in his eyes. "Just making you something for the hangover!" He exclaimed loudly, on purpose, and began to grin, knowing that the blonde was ready to throttle him at any moment, the phrase if looks could kill, came into Troy's mind as the deathly glare from Sharpay was good enough to make anyone shrink into the darkness.

"Turn it off." Sharpay ordered. "Now."

But, Troy being Troy carried on, lightly humming to himself a song that he had recently heard on the radio, one that he knew Sharpay hated, and of course, Sharpay being Sharpay stormed over, shoved Troy out the way and pressed the off button on her blender. "Hey! I was trying to make you something."

"Troy, you do this every time and it's already done." Sharpay interjected. "Remember, you do this to wake me up, annoy me, start my day off badly because you are a son-of-a-bitch and it makes me want to kill you." She smiled sweetly, cringing and wrinkling her nose up in disgust at the smell of the concoction inside the blender. "Okay, that is worse than I remember."

"Ah, that would be because I added another ingredient."

"Which is...?"

"Grass."

"Grass?" Sharpay looked at him, her brow furrowed with a look of confusion. "You put grass in this. Okay, one: why? And two: how the hell did you get grass!"

"Well...one: I did it because I was getting bored of all the other ingredients," he answered in a patronizing manner, listing his answer off with his fingers, "and two: I went to the park a couple of blocks away. You know, the one you don't want to go to because it's full of kids."

"Urgh, yes, I know the very one." Sharpay scowled, "stupid kids...so, did you show Gabby where the spare bedroom was?"

"Yes."

"Did you sleep with her?" She asked casually, causing Troy to choke on his coffee which he had begun to drink just seconds before she asked the question. "I'll take that as a yes."

"You will do no such thing, Evans." Troy spat, narrowing his eyes. "I didn't sleep with Miss. Montez, in fact, I slept on the sofa, although I was really contemplating making her sleep on there so I could get a good night sleep, after all, I'm the-"

"Boss, yeah, I know. Shut up about it or I'll punch you." Troy closed his mouth, a part of him knowing that Sharpay really would punch him if he argued. "And what is your pathetic problem with Gabby? She's awesome, did you not see her last night? She was on fire! Plus, cut the Miss. Montez crap, we're not at work yet, you don't have to call her that."

"I'll call her what I want and if I want to call her Miss. Montez then so be it." Troy rolled his blue eyes, tipping the remains of his coffee down the sink. "And, my problem with her is none of your business so shove off."

"You totally slept with her."

"No!"

"You definitely did!"

"No, I didn't! Why are you so set on the fact that Miss. Montez and I had sex? Why?"

"I don't know." Sharpay shrugged, making her own coffee, "maybe because I, and everyone else for that matter, can clearly see the sexual tension running around the both of you and it's really, rather annoying listening to your...banter when really what you want to do is rip each other's clothes off and make passionate love."

"You are-"

"Good morning." Gabriella greeted in a chirpy tone, exiting the spare room with a smile on her face. The same clothes she had worn to the night-club as she hadn't thought to bring any work clothes, not believing that she would spend the night at Sharpay's apartment. "How are you feeling, Shar?"

"Just fine and fucking dandy." Sharpay replied sweetly, although Gabriella giggled as the sarcasm still managed to seep through. "You are very...happy, this morning." Sharpay eyed her carefully, sending the same look over to Troy who only glared in return. "You sleep well?"

"Yeah, slept like a baby." Gabriella replied, "actually, I don't remember getting there."

"Really." Sharpay raised an eyebrow, a sly smirk on her face as she turned to Troy. "Would you know, Troy?"

"Yeah, I showed her where it was and she collapsed onto the bed...by herself." Troy emphasized the last bit, much to Gabriella's confusion, although, she brushed it off and walked over to Sharpay who was holding out a cup of coffee. "You were right though, Miss. Montez, you don't get hangovers."

"How is that fair!" Sharpay exclaimed, regretting her loud voice once more as a ringing went through her head. "Ouch...oh, Gabby, you need clothes." Sharpay realised, noticing Gabriella's attire but before she could move to her bedroom, Gabriella held up her hand and stopped her.

"No need. I'm just going to call for a taxi and go home before work." Gabriella replied, "but thanks anyway. Which reminds me, I need my phone...where's my- ah!" She picked up her small black clutch and got out her phone. "Jesus Christ." She muttered, her eyes widening slightly.

"What's up?" Sharpay asked upon seeing Gabriella's reaction.

"Um...just lots of missed calls..." Gabriella bit her lip, mumbling quietly, "from your brother."

"Urgh, not that thing." Sharpay spat, making a face, "tell me the truth here, Gabby, have you and my brother got a something going on?"

"What!" Gabriella laughed loudly. "No. No, of course not. We're best friends and room mates, nothing more, anyway, Ryan is definitely is not my type. I don't usually go for blond guys."

"No blondes eh," Sharpay smirked, again glancing at Troy who was running a hand through his own dark brown hair. "So, you like darker hair, like brown?"

"Yeah, the darker it is, the better is is." Gabriella replied casually, still staring at her phone. "You know, the typical thing to like, tall, dark and, of course, handsome. I know that it's all about the personality but looks definitely help." But before Sharpay could say anything, Gabriella added, "right, well I've got to go back and get changed out of these clothes. I'll see you at work and thank you so much, Shar for letting me stay here."

"Girl, no problem." Sharpay smiled warmly, "you are welcome here any time and you want to go out for lunch today? I know this really cute place."

"Sure."

"Great."

"Don't be late for work." Troy interjected, reading the newspaper and not bothering to look at Gabriella. "We have that photo shoot to attend to, if you're late, that's a strike and you don't want to be getting strikes, now do you." His patronizing tone made Gabriella glare at him before rolling her eyes.

"I won't Mr. Bolton," she opened the door, not even bothering to face him as she said, "don't worry."

Hailing down a taxi had been easy enough for the brunette considering the pretty, young girl wasn't hard to miss and before it was even seven-thirty, Gabriella had returned home, quietly shutting the door in case Ryan had yet to wake-up, although, a part of her knew he was going to be awake and she mentally groaned, closing her eyes as Ryan came rushing out his bedroom, dark circles under his eyes and a frustrated look on his face. "And where the fuck have you been?"

"Ry, you know I went out last night. You saw me leave." Gabriella sighed, tucking a curl behind her ear, "anyway, you aren't my mother and I can certainly take care of myself."

"I don't care." Ryan shook his head, "I was worried sick about you, Gabriella." Uh-oh, she thought, full name being used, choose your words carefully Montez. It was true that Ryan only ever used her full name when he was angry at her but she was twenty-three years of age and she was fully capable of looking after herself. He knew she was going out with his sister and other people too so it wasn't like she was by herself. Thing was, this was what made Ryan slightly intolerable, the fact he watched over her like a hawk most of the time and made it difficult for Gabriella to have a good time; part of her was glad that he hadn't attended the nightclub with them because she knew that she wouldn't have had half of the amount of fun she did if Ryan was there. He was, most definitely, the protective older brother she never had.

"Ryan, I really don't have time for this." She replied quickly, chucking her bag and shoes on her chair. "I need to have a shower, get changed, make sure I have everything and get to work before eight-thirty and even that is pushing it. Mr. Jackass Bolton is still on a mission to get me fired so we'll talk about this later, yeah?"

"No! We need to sort this out now, Gabriella." Ryan demanded, however, Gabriella wasn't going to give in to him, she couldn't be late to work, it was only her second day and it was, in fact, quite a big one for her considering Troy was taking her to see how a professional photo shoot worked.

"Ryan, I can't." She emphasized, "I need to get ready otherwise you'll make me lose my job, are you really prepared to have that guilt on your shoulders?" She asked, already in the bathroom and shouting from the other side of the door. "Anyway, you're supposed to be my best friend, Ry, not my bloody mother."

"But, Gabriella-"

"Ryan, I'm turning on the shower now so I can't hear you." Gabriella shouted back, interrupting him and turning the shower on full blast, drowning out Ryan's pounds on the bathroom door. However, she did manage to catch a little bit of his sentence.

"Fine, I'll be over at Matte about one o'clock when it's my lunch-break to talk about this." Ryan called, "I'm going to work now."

She loved him, she really did but she couldn't refrain herself from rolling her eyes and giving a frustrated sigh as she rubbed the shampoo into her curly locks. There was absolutely no need for Ryan to come over to Matte, in fact, she would call him later on to explain that, probably adding in that Sharpay was going to be around and, of course, the twins didn't see eye to eye, or maybe it was just Sharpay who wouldn't tolerate Ryan in any way, shape or form but she didn't want to worry about him and his lecture of how could you be so irresponsible, right now, she just needed to worry about her alone time with Troy, especially after the previous few hours, if he thought she had forgotten what happened after he had bought her home to Sharpay's, he was wrong because she did remember her actions, however embarrassing some of them had been.

~*~

"See how the photographer moves around to get his perfect shot?"

"Yes."

"And the way it looks like he's trying to chase the model? That makes a good model but it also makes a good photographer too, that is, if you can keep up with the model and get the good shots."

"Okay."

"I want this season's issue to be the best when it comes to the photography, so no pressure." He smirked, his muscular arms folded across his chest as he watched the photo shoot commence whilst Gabriella took a few notes here and there. "If you don't deliver-"

"I'll be fired, I get it, really you don't need to remind me every ten minutes, Mr. Bolton." Gabriella said through gritted teeth, becoming more annoyed with the fact that every few sentences seemed to come back to the fact that her job was in his hands. "And I put my up-most effort into every photo, it's not just for the magazine but it's my name next to them and I want to make my name known in this business." Troy looked momentarily stunned with her retort but he quickly shook that off and gave her a curt nod.

"Right, that's good to know, Miss. Montez." Troy answered sharply. "Have you worked with models before though?"

"I can't say I have." Gabriella confirmed his thoughts, "I've only taken photos of my friends for the projects in college and the rest being still life but I'm sure I can handle them."

"Are you sure, Miss. Montez?" Troy asked in a monotone. "Models can be incredibly hard to control. They usually think very highly of themselves, especially once they land a shoot with Matte. They'll take advantage of the fact you are new."

"Like I said, I'm sure I can handle them." Gabriella replied in the same, stern, authoritative manner even though Troy was her boss and she really was pushing the line with every response. "After all, if I can cope with you, Mr. Bolton, those models will be a walk in the park."

"And that, angel, just caused you a strike." He smirked, taking a glance at Gabriella who appeared to have a death grip on her pen as soon as he replied, although, he supposed it wasn't because she had gotten strike, it was because he had called her angel, which he knew annoyed her to no end...when she was sober. "You keep walking on a very fine line. I'm getting the impression that you want to be fired."

"I do not want to be fired." Gabriella answered sharply but no sign of anger, "if I didn't want to be here, I wouldn't have taken the job and if I didn't like it when I came here yesterday, I would have handed in my resignation, although, Mr. Bolton, one thing that you probably ought to know, it takes a lot more than a couple of incidents between us or anyone else for that matter to make me quit." She spoke so calmly that it made Troy's anger levels rise further, he was so used to women screaming and shouting at him for being an asshole that this sudden change was far from what he he was used to or even liked.

"You know, angel, I would prefer it if you treated me with respect." He spat. "I don't take it kindly when people try to overrule me, especially when it is young women who have absolutely no experience. If it was my choice, I wouldn't have given you the time of the day."

"You don't take it kindly, Mr. Bolton, or you won't take it kindly?" She questioned, again with such composure and smoothness that he found himself clenching his fists together with anger whilst they were still folded over his chest. Gabriella Montez was definitely crossing his line. "I understand that with you being the boss, you have the right to be treated with respect."

"Then why don't you do so?"

"I do, sir." Gabriella replied politely, "of course I'll apologise for the incident last night, however, another three other of your employees were too in the same position as I was, at least, I managed to get to work on time but there is a difference between talking back with no respect and standing up for your rights, Mr. Bolton. If you think I'll be a subject to one of your bullying techniques, then I'm afraid you're going to be extremely disappointed."

"Bullying? I'm not bullying anyone, I'm the editor for this magazine, I need to show people authority, that's how you do well in this business, angel." Troy retorted angrily, however, he was trying his best not to show it. "Bullying is not in my nature."

"Really? Then why is it, sir, that you have already threatened me with taking away my job before it has even properly begun?" Gabriella asked innocently, however, her stern manner showing that she meant business. "I haven't even done anything wrong."

"And you are absolutely certain that you haven't done anything wrong?"

"Positive."

"Well, may I remind you that, although we look at the abilities of our employees for this magazine, we also look at their social skills." Troy replied, "it's what every company does, in fact, some even go as far as to look on employees social networking sites, after all, employees should not be giving a bad name to their work."

"I'm sorry but I have no idea what you are talking about, Mr. Bolton."

"The first time we met, angel." Troy answered firmly, looking straight ahead at the model who kept changing positions, waiting for that final shot to be called. "You didn't make a good impression."

"With all due respects, sir, you were the one that pushed me to the ground." Gabriella told him through gritted teeth, although, she was trying not to show how furious she was becoming with the blue-eyed male standing next to her. "It was only natural that I respond to the way I did."

"Angel, I did not push you to the ground." Troy replied calmly, glad that he was finally taking control of the conversation and it was her that was getting worked up. "I accidentally knocked into you but, unfortunately for you, you fell. It was completely unintentional."

"You didn't even attempt to help me up." Gabriella protested, her voice rising slightly, her whole body turned to face Troy, however, he was still in the same stance as he had been since they had begun to watch the photo shoot. "If you were a gentleman, you would have." She then muttered under her breath, although Troy caught it, "if you were anyone else, you would have."

"I can't deny that I probably should have done something to get you back on your feet." Troy shrugged, "but then again, you did begin to shout profanities towards me. Surely you must understand that when someone is talking unkindly of you, you don't usually offer your services in their time of need." He told her, "even so, angel, you were the one that wouldn't let me see if you were okay."

"I was not shouting profanities to you, Mr. Bolton." Gabriella argued, "and like I said then, you would have helped me gather my belongings which came out of my bag rather than just standing there if you were really bothered."

"Angel, angel, angel," Troy shook his head with amusement in his voice, "how long have you been in New York?"

"About four or five years now." She answered stiffly.

"Then, shouldn't you know that most people just see that as an ordinary day?" Troy chuckled and Gabriella had the sense that it was pointed at her rather than with her. "This isn't Albuquerque, sweetheart, New York is completely different."

"I know that." She snapped.

"New York is all about the hustle and bustle. No one stops for no one unless you know them." Troy responded, "you're lucky that I came back, angel."

"Lucky!" Gabriella exclaimed in confusion before adding sourly, "clearly you and I have different opinions on what is lucky and what's not, Mr. Bolton." He gave another hearty chuckle, although Gabriella noticed it wasn't really anything, it was just a laugh, however stupid it may have sounded, to Gabriella, there was no life in his laugh. It was as if he had no soul to allow him to laugh but before she could ponder any further, his phone began to ring and they were both snapped out of the bubble in which they had created whilst they're heated discussion had continued.

"Sharpay?" Troy questioned, narrowing his eyes as if he couldn't understand. "Whoa, why don't you slow down because I can't understand a single, fucking thing that you are saying...I can't stop him, is he destroying anything? Exact- wait, what? You're destroying something. My office, Sharpay Evans, get your ass out of there." He stood up straighter, his eyes turning a shade darker and Gabriella felt her swallow harshly to get rid of the lump -one that she didn't even realise was there before- as she stared at him. "Sharpay, I'm serious, oh for Christ's sake!" He shouted before slamming his phone shut and shoving it in his pocket.

"What's happened?" Gabriella questioned quickly, "is Sharpay okay?"

"No and it's your fault, thank you very much Miss. Montez." He answered coldly, grabbing her forearm and pulling her to the exit, ignoring how the assistant of the shoot was calling after them. "Thanks to you, my office is being trashed."

"What? How is that my fault, I'm here with you!" Gabriella protested.

"Yes, but you invited Sharpay's brother!" He snapped. "And when those two mix, it's never good news so I suggest you get your ass into that car or I'll kick you in it instead, which would you prefer, Miss. Montez?" Gabriella gulped again and clambered into the car without another word in fear of what Troy might do to her. Once they were both seated in the car, Troy barked at the driver to rush through red lights before growling, "I swear to God, if she's smashed my computer, I will kill you, angel, there is absolutely no doubt about it."

Okay, now she was scared.