I am sooooooo sorry I didn't update sooner. I have good reasons though, and nooo, its not the crappy I've been busy I hate so much… Went to Europe! It was soo beautiful! I actually tried to update before I left, because I had the chapter ready but my internet was going crazy! Anyways, I hope you enjoy the chapter

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"You know, I really don't appreciate you kidnapping my bag." I said once I was walking beside him, "and I don't need a ride, thank you. I can take the bus."

"The bus already left." He said in a cocky voice. "So you are stuck with me."

"I can walk."

"Too dangerous, Gabs." He said with a frown. "I'm giving you a ride, deal with it."

I rolled my eyes. I'd really rather to have a fight with a rabid raccoon. I mean, raccoons are adorable. All that fur and- sorry, I'm mind rambling. The point is, I don't want to ride with him, especially now that I know I'm his next human prize.

All this year I've been wondering why girls like Sharpay and the cheerleaders get so entranced with him. I get that he has an amazing body. To die for, actually. The shape of his lips is rather mesmerizing, I admit. The way his dirty blond hair falls into his eyes, making me want to brush it away to be able to look into his eyes. Those beautiful, deep, baby blue eyes that hold so many secrets that I want to discover.

I shook my head at the thought. Okay, maybe I do know why they are drawn to him. Maybe I'm attracted to him too, but I will not do anything about it. Getting involved with Troy was just stupid.

Let me tell you something. I'm not the most coordinated person, and when I go in my own little world of thought, I tend to block everything else, so I wasn't exactly surprised when I found myself falling. This time though, Troy didn't catch me and I landed painfully on my wrist. I cried out in pain, hearing a disgusting 'crack'. I felt the pain shoot from my wrist to my entire arm. Livid and hot. I made myself into a safety ball. Cradling my wrist to my chest.

"Gabriella, are you alright?" Troy asked. "How did you fall?"I gasped from the pain. I felt Troy's arms around me, lifting me. "Come on, let's get you to the hospital." He carried me bridal style to his car. I had a couple of tears streaming down my face when he set me in the passenger seat of his car. He buckled me up and left to get in the car himself.

We arrived quickly. No wonder why. He drove like a maniac, but I was in so much pain I didn't care. I got out of the car and started walking inside. I was better, I could hold myself together now. Troy quickly caught up with me. He talked to the lady in the counter and filled some sheets, occasionally asking me something he didn't know. When he was done, he came and sat beside me.

I was taking deep breaths to be able to stay calm and composed when Troy put his arms around me. I was shocked to say the least. I mean, Troy Bolton was hugging me, comforting me. Troy player Bolton. Not possible, but I didn't have the energy, nor strength to push him away and if I started talking I probably would have a bunch of profanities escaping my mouth like hurl. Not very lady like.

A nurse came and told me to follow her. I did, but Troy had yet to let go of me. When he did I felt strangely cold without his arms around me.

I really can't explain what happened next. They did some x-rays on my wrist and, guess what? My clumsy self broke it. I waited some more and they put me a cast. I don't know how long I was at the hospital but it was a long time. I expected Troy to be long gone. Imagine my surprise when I walked into the waiting room and saw him there. Asleep, but there. I shook him awake. He slowly opened his hypnotizing eyes.

"Hey, what happened?" He asked groggily.

"I broke my wrist." I frowned. "Why did you stayed?"

"Well, I did promise you a ride, didn't I?" He said, fully awake now. How I know this, you ask? Well, his cocky demeanor was back.

"You didn't have to wait. It's probably dark outside now."

"It's really okay." Wow, that's actually nice of him. "I mean, you fell because you were dazzled by my presence. I can't help but feel guilty." And there goes the nice part. Jerk, he could never know I actually was thinking about him when I fell.

"You wish." Was my awesome answer.

"Come one, lets go." He said with a jerk of his head. I nodded and once again followed after him.

We arrived at my house. The car ride was full of easy banter. It was surprisingly nice and easy to talk to him. Besides, he was a funny guy when he stopped being his jerky self. He was a person I actually wanted to spend time with. He was also somebody I knew I wouldn't see tomorrow… or any time soon for that matter.

"Thanks for the ride… and, everything else." I said.

"No problem, Gabs." He said.

"Why do you call me Gabs?" I asked. I knew I should've just let it go. Troy chuckled.

"Your name is too long." He said after a minute. "Gabriella. Too long." I frowned.

"Oh, okay. If you say so."

"What do you want to call me?" He asked as I was turning to leave. I frowned some more.

"Huh?" I unintelligently asked.

"Well, I call you Gabs, it's only fair if you call me a nickname or something."

"Oh… I don't know…" If you hadn't noticed, I was deep in thought. "How about… sweet cheeks?" I asked jokingly. "You like it?" Troy scowled.

"No, I don't." He suddenly grinned. "My sweet is better, or Mr. Hotshot." I snorted.

"As if I would ever call you that." I was about to get out of the car when I turned around and asked him: "Mr. Hotshot? You'd really like to be called that way?" I was actually curious .

"Only if you call me that, Gabs." He raised his eyebrows suggestively. I giggled.

"As if." And I left.

I walked inside my house and heard Troy drive away. I instantly heard shouting between my parents in the kitchen. I rolled my eyes. It was always the same. It hurt me to think about the fact that my parents would be better off divorced, but it hurt me more to hear them shout at each other hurtful words every day.

I walked into the kitchen where all the commotion was going on and they immediately turned their attention towards me.

"Where have you been young lady?" My mother asked/snapped. "School was out hours ago and you didn't even call. It's the first day Gabriella, explain yourself." I rolled my eyes.

"If you must know, I was coming home, I fell, broke my wrist-thanks for noticing by the way, so a friend took me to the hospital. I just got out." I said in a snarky tone. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going upstairs."

With that, I went to my room and fell asleep thinking about the odd day I just had.

Again, sorry for the incredibly late update!