Never drink and drive, kids. Enjoy... =]
Friday Night
He pulled on his signature hoodie and a pair of dark sunglasses. Tonight was the night.
His body tingled with anticipation. The parties, the alcohol, the girls. It was one of the few things he hadn't given up from his old life. It was something that he still craved: recklessness. He told himself that it was just for fun, but really it scared him to death. The fact that he missed anything from his past, a past he swore he'd never revisit, almost killed him. But, he did it anyway; it wasn't as though he had much to lose. Except maybe the person he had been striving to become over the last two years.
He grabbed his car keys off the table and headed out the door. Knowing that tonight he would have a guest, he glanced back at the tidied apartment before closing the door and locking it behind him.
Gabriella
She knew he had come. Everyone knew. As soon as he walked in, heads turned. He always looked the same: sporting a dark hoodie, dark glasses, and dark jeans. For a second, everyone stopped mid-party. He was here. Then her boyfriend, Joel, host of the party, moved from her side and walked to Troy. "Hey, man." Joel said casually, giving him a weird man-shake.
"Hey." He answered back, and the spell was broken. Everyone continued doing exactly what they had been, sneaking furtive glances at Troy as they did so.
"He's so hot…" whispered Tammy.
And so overrated. She thought. He thinks he's so hot and super mysterious. He only thinks of which girl he's going to sleep with or which teacher he's going to piss off. Do you think anyone would invite him if it weren't for basketball? "He only popular because of basketball, Tam." she said aloud.
"More like he's popular, because he doesn't care about being popular." disagreed Julie with a giggle, "He could eat shit and still get invited." Julie's right, she admitted grudgingly. The girls went back to giggling at some story about something that happened in Trig class.
Gabriella continued to watch Troy as he walked across to the bar and picked up a bottle. He poured most of its contents into a red cup. Then, he moved away from the bar and leaned against the wall. A few people greeted him as they passed, pausing only a few seconds to talk.
Gabriella tried to decide whether it was tragic or pathetic. He was the most popular guy in school, and no one knew him enough to even be able to talk to him. He put the cup to his lips and tipped his head back, drinking the alcohol in. Gabriella could have sworn she saw a look of peace cross over his face, as if he had been waiting for just one drink.
Just then, Joel appeared back at her side, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Hey, babe." he whispered in her ear.
"Hey back." Gabriella said, tearing her eyes from a certain mysterious boy.
"Sorry 'bout that. Adam kept bugging me about our next game."
"It's okay. You're here now." Gabriella responded with a soft smile, placing a hand on the back of his neck.
He smiled back, leaning close, "Yes, I am. And, I'm all yours." Then, their lips met in a familiar, passionate kiss. For a moment, all thoughts of Troy Bolton were forgotten.
Troy
He leaned back casually against the wall, surveying the room full of tipsy teenagers. The alcohol burned less and less every time he drank. The details ran together after the fourth drink. God, he loved this.
Scanning the room, he spotted a tall blonde with red lipstick looking at him. This was the girl; he smiled widely at her, removing his sunglasses. The very action of smiling felt bizarre to him. Surprised, the girl smiled sexily back at him. Her friend whispered something in her ear, and they both broke out in giggles. She maneuvered her way across the crowded floor towards him, careful of her drink.
"Hi." she said very unselfconsciously once she reached his spot on the wall.
"Hi." he answered grinning even wider.
"I'm Brianna."
Just have to hook her in, he thought, "Yea, you're in my Brit Lit class, right? I've noticed you around before.
"You have?" she asked, her smile turning to one of surprise.
"Of course."
Gabriella
Gabriella swayed dangerously and steadied herself using Tammy arm. "Sorry." Gabriella told her, her apology sounding garbled.
Tammy just laughed, "Feeling a little dizzy there, Gabby. Where'd Joel go?"
"To get more drinks." She answered, her eyes catching sight of Troy Bolton once again. He was talking to some girl across the room. The girl was blond and curvy, wearing dark jeans and heels. Troy said something, a rare occurrence for him, and the girl laughed displaying red lips and white lips. He appeared to ask her something, leaning close, and she nodded with smile. He pushed off the wall and put an arm around her shoulder as they walked towards the door.
"Another conquer for Troy Bolton, huh?" said Tammy, nodding to the girl under his arm.
"Yea, there goes Troy Bolton's girl of the night." Gabriella answered, not taking her eyes off them. Just as they were walking out the door, Troy turned around and caught Gabriella watching him. His blue eyes met her gaze with an unreadable expression before disappearing out the door.
