It's Always the Quiet Ones
A/N: This chapter is a little longer than the other ones. I'll try to make each chapter longer, but i honestly think it will stay the same length throughout the story. I really hope you enjoy this chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except a cell phone, an iPod, and a toothbrush. Stuff you recognize isn't mine.
Chapter 2: Meeting
Troy was standing in the middle of the dance floor, while throngs of people danced wildly behind him. He waited. Suddenly, she walked into the room wearing a slinky black dress and a matching mask. His Ella had arrived.
The other people in the room disappeared as he stalked toward her. By the time Troy had reached her side, Ella had begun her tantalizing dancing. He stopped her with his hand on her arm. Ella gazed into his eyes and accepted his silent invitation to dance.
The song had then turned into a soft R&B rhythm. The couple began to sway, her back to his chest. Ella's right hand rested on his shoulder and her other hand was on the outside of his leg, as if attempting to pull their bodies closer together. Troy's hands were on her hips, pulling her closer as well, his cheek resting on her head as he smelled her hair.
Ella turned around halfway through the song and laid her cheek upon his chest. Troy swore she could here his heartbeat speed up at the contact. She was here in his arms again. She picked her head up and began tracing his lips with her eyes. Quickly, as if scared of his reaction, Ella looked into his eyes, and Troy understood. He leant over his lips centimeters, now millimeters apart, and then –
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
"Damn it!" Troy yelled out loud. He really needed to remember to turn off his alarm during the weekend.
For the past three weeks, Troy had been having the same dream about the same girl, every night. And every night, his alarm would wake him up before the same part: right before they were about to kiss.
Chad walked into their shared dorm and stopped in his tracks when he saw Troy angrily through his alarm clock at the foot of his bed.
"Did you have a dream about Tattoo Girl again? Ella was it?" Chad asked, with a small, humorous smile on his face.
Troy said something back, but Chad couldn't hear him. He thought Troy was trying to suffocate himself with a pillow. Chad couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Troy was about to throw the pillow at his head, when the dorm room telephone rang. He slowly put down the pillow and reached for the phone. A call on the dorm room telephone was never good news. Everyone would usually call on each other's cell phones in any other case.
"Hello?" he asked hesitantly.
"Good morning Mr. Bolton. This is Mrs. Wing, your Calculus professor. I need to speak to you concerning my class. We will meet at 11 o'clock, a half an hour from now. Please be prompt, Mr. Bolton."
"Yes ma'am." Oh, shit.
Why does it have to be me? Troy knew the reason why Mrs. Wing had called him down to her office. He was failing her class. I knew I should have been studying for her exams, doing the homework, and taking notes instead of fooling around and practicing with Chad and the team and daydreaming about Ella. He clutched his head in annoyance.
"Please come in, Mr. Bolton."
He jumped in surprise. He was caught up in his self-depreciating thoughts that he didn't hear Mrs. Wing open her door. Troy looked up and there she was holding her door open with a grim look upon her face. He took a deep breath and walked toward his impending doom.
"Do you know why you're here, Mr. Bolton?" Mrs. Wing asked when, he had settled into his chair.
"I have an inkling of an idea, ma'am."
"You are here because at the moment you are not doing so well in this class, Mr. Bolton. The past couple quizzes we have had, you have failed," Troy winced. "You have not been handing in your homework," he made a pained face. "And we have a large exam coming up in three weeks, Mr. Bolton. You need to pick up the slack!"
By this time, Troy felt very ashamed of himself. This was the first time he was failing a class ever. He opened his mouth to make an excuse, but Mrs. Wing cut him off.
"I know that you have basketball to worry about, Mr. Bolton, but you knew of the responsibilities of keeping good grades to be able to stay the captain of the team. However, I am feeling quite generous today, so I arranged a tutor to help you, Mr. Bolton."
A tutor? Man, I don't need one of those geeky, weird kids helping me out. Troy was startled out of his thoughts when the door behind him opened suddenly. He sucked in a deep breath when he saw a beautiful Filipina girl walk into the room. She wore a knee length, flowered skirt and a pink blouse. Troy thought she looked familiar, but pushed the thought away. He had probably seen her before on campus.
"Mr. Bolton, I would like to introduce you to your tutor."
Mrs. Wing quietly left the two so they could become more acquainted.
"Hi. I'm Troy." He thrust out his hand for her to shake.
She lightly grabbed his hand, held it, and looked straight into his blue eyes. "Hello. My name is Gabby Montez."
Troy could only think, Maybe this tutor thing isn't so bad at all.
A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. In the next chapter, Troy and Gabriella will start to form a close friendship/relationship. I hope I will be able to get it out some time next week. If not hopefully soon after that. I'm sorry (in advance) for the wait. Please REVIEW so I can hear your thoughts and views about my story so far. Have a nice day!
