A Summer To Remember

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Chapter 4

Gabriella awoke the next morning in unfamiliar surroundings, to an unfamiliar alarm. She groaned and rolled over to peer at the alarm clock on the side table. 7.00am, shit she was late, but as she went to sit up she found she couldn't, as a pair of very familiar arms were wrapped around her waist and then she remembered she was Lava Springs in Troy's suite and her clothes were in her car.

God the alarm sounded like a truck reversing. "Why hadn't he woken up?" she thought as she squirmed to get out of his grip.

"Stop moving woman," he grumbled.

"I need to get up. I have work in two hours and I need to get ready and get breakfast," she said.

Troy just tightened his grip and pulled her back to him.

"Troy," she whined.

"Brie, stop moving," he whispered.

"Troy Bolton, I need to get up for work," she said.

Reluctantly, Troy let her go.

"Fine I'll see you later," he yawned shutting his eyes.

"Oi mister I need you up. You have to open the door for me. I'm going and getting clothes from the car," she said.

"Yeah, yeah I'll hear you," he said.

But he didn't hear her because she wasn't allowed back up to his suite without him. She could have phoned him, if she hadn't left her mobile in his room. So instead she headed to the staff locker room, only to find she couldn't get in there either as her key card was in Troy's room. She had a feeling this wasn't going to be her day.

She would have to go to the desk and have a receptionist phone up to Troy's room, but upon going there, the snooty girl at reception wouldn't phone up for her because she wasn't on the list.

Great, just great. Her second day, she had to work in 20 minutes she wasn't ready. She had no key card, no mobile.

She hoped she could stand in front of the locker room door until someone went in or came out. She hoped someone would and her hope was soon rewarded when her friend Taylor turned up.

"Taylor, thank god you're here - I've forgotten my key card can you let me in?" asked Gabriella.

"Girl, I tried to call you last night. I want the goss," said Taylor.

"First Taylor, please get me into the locker room. I need to get ready. I start work in 5 minutes," said Gabriella.

Smiling, Taylor let her in and in the rush of getting changed, Gabriella quickly told her everything.

"Well hopefully you're serving him today. So you can ask him for your phone and key card," said Taylor.

"Hopefully. I just hope Kayla doesn't hear cuz otherwise she will twist the truth," sighed Gabriella. "Oh and thanks for getting me in, gotta go," she added, running out of the locker room to clock in.

Half an hour later and Fulton had her running around the club doing odd jobs for him. She guessed he didn't like the fact that Mrs Evans was telling him that she could break the rules. She really hoped she would see Troy soon. She needed her phone back and her key card if she had to ask one more person to let her in somewhere she was going to scream.

She began to feel her resolve crack and as she turned the next corner, her mind elsewhere and her eyes cast downwards as she desperately looked for somewhere private she charged into someone about to round the corner. The motion had her rebound off the persons chest and almost crash to the ground. Luckily for Gabriella, the person had great reflexes and grabbed her wrists before she could fall.

"You need to watch where you're going Brie," chuckled a voice.

Gabriella looked up to see Troy and launched herself into his arms as the dams in her eyes burst open.

"Hey what's up?" asked Troy quietly, as he arms encircled her.

"Just a really crappy day. I couldn't get back into the room and I was almost late - Fulton has had me running around all morning. I've not eaten yet. I feel awful. I left my key card and mobile in your room. And I have the worst stomach ache," groaned Gabriella.

"I'm guessing another foot massage is on the cards tonight?" asked Troy.

"Oh no, I'm going home tonight so I'm not in a panic in the morning," said Gabriella, pulling away from Troy.

"About that, your mother phoned your mobile and was very shocked when I picked up. I thought you would have told her I was back. So I explained what was going on and-," said Troy.

"She's going away for work and wants me to stay here doesn't she," sighed Gabriella.

"Yep, so you're are now staying with me for the rest of the summer. Management knows, Fulton knows, Mrs Evans knows and all the staff know. Your on my list to go up to my room. Damn any snooty receptionist and here is your mobile, key card and room card," smiled Troy, handing over her stuff.

"Thanks," smiled Gabriella.

"Hey chin up. Go wash your face. You've only got another hour till your lunch," smiled Troy. "Nice visor," he added tugging the cap, "and I will see you later," he smiled jogging off.

"One more hour," thought Gabriella as she headed towards the bathroom, "One more hour until lunch."

It was a most gruelling hour - Fulton had her run ragged and then told her she could have a forty five minute lunch.

She knew exactly what she wanted for lunch and after she quickly finished a ham, cheese and onion crisp sandwich she went to find Troy. She noted that she had forty minutes left and she was going to use it wisely.

"I need you to get me into your room," she said.

"You're on the list," said Troy.

"Yeah but your band mates can get into your room and I need to shower so you have to come and stand guard" whispered Gabriella.

Troy laughed as he stood up. "Come on then."

"It's not funny. I feel all icky," she whispered, "and I'm borrowing your toothbrush," she added.

"I'll find you a spare," smiled Troy as they headed up to the room.

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