Chapter 2: Shocking

Sunshine poured through the windows of his luxurious apartment. It was rather early in the morning for Troy to be awake, but there was something different about today. He crossed the living room to go grab a fresh towel from the laundry in order to take his shower. Cleanliness was important to him, well at least hygiene was; his apartment was a mess. If it weren't for the maids that came once a week, Troy wouldn't be able to see the dark cherry wood that covered his apartment.

He entered the shower and turned the water on so that it was very hot. Soon enough, steam poured from the top of the shower while Troy let the water hit his bronze body. He closed his eyes as the water dripped off his nose and lips. If only every moment could be relaxing. Isn't the purpose of a person in life to enjoy it? Troy didn't want to just barely survive this life. He wanted to treasure every moment laughing, loving, and crying. If that was possible.

He grew more in tune with the water feeling every drop hit his dark brown hair as he rubbed the soap about his body. There was a small buzzing noise in his ear and he noticed his Blackberry vibrating on the counter. Troy ignored it and continued with his shower. He couldn't help but to wonder who it was. Of course, there was the frequent caller, Ron, or it could be his parents. That was pretty much everybody that called him except for big companies offering adds. There was always his team mates also.

There was a knock at his door and the person who was calling became obvious to him; Ron. He was the only one who had a key to his apartment in case he had breaking news or something like that. Troy sighed heavily and opened the door of the shower, wrapping a towel around his lower half. He tucked it in on the side so that it wouldn't come undone, and opened the door.

"Wooh! You have a whole steam room here, Troyboy. Geez." Ron waved his hand in front of him a few times. Troy showed no emotion but waited for his manager to continue what he had to say. "What are you doing in here?" he said looking over Troy's shoulder.

"What is it, Ron?" he asked and closed the door behind him.

"Calvin Klein called and wants you to shoot the commercial today." Ron said excitedly anticipating Troy to smile. But he didn't.

"I'm going to Dizzy's studio today at five o'clock. He asked me to come and check out his tracks." Troy said as he reached into his huge walk- in closet to grab a pair of boxers. "I already rescheduled to go to the autograph signing." He stated. Dizzy was one of Troy's closest friends and basketball team mates. His real name was Derek but Dizzy was his nickname. Just like 'Duncan' was his.

Ron frowned. "Dizzy can wait. Calvin Klein can't!"

"I'm going to the studio. You know what, Ron?" Troy said as he passed him, entering his master bedroom. He laid the clothes out on the bed and smiled. "I'm taking the day off."

Ron's jaw dropped. "What are you talking about? I do all of these things for you and work my ass off and all I get is 'I'm taking the day off'? Fk this, I'm taking the day off, too. I'll see you tomorrow, superstar." He shook his head and left the room. A few minutes later the door closed with a hard slamming noise. Troy laughed and pulled on a pair of boxers.

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Troy pulled down his hat as close to his nose as he could. He tried to see where he was going but it was almost impossible unless he wanted the paparazzi to see him. The questions they asked were usually ridiculous and Troy laughed at them, but nonetheless he would rather not deal with them. He quietly entered Def Records, where Dizzy would be recording his new album. The whole athlete/singer thing didn't really appeal to Troy but it was undeniable that Dizzy had a talent.

He walked towards the reception and the steps he took seemed to be slower than he had every walked before. The hallway even seemed longer. There was one brunette girl behind the desk busily organizing a few papers and occasionally looking at her computer. She looked familiar to him but he didn't take too much time to look at her.

"Hi, um is Derek James here?" he asked trying to keep his hat low. Girls like this were usually the ones that had heart attacks whenever they saw him.

"Yes, he is. Right this way." She looked up at him and saw his eyes. Squinting, she realized who he as and gasped. "You're Troy Bolton aren't you. I mean, Duncan, sorry." The girl said.

"Don't be sorry. Have we met before?" he said, one arm on the counter. She was very attractive in an elegant way. He stared at her face for a reaction. She began to guide him down the hallway and Troy couldn't help but to stare at her lower back. He was a man after all and men had needs. (A/N YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW TERRIBLE IT IS FOR ME TO WRITE THAT LAST SENTENCE) The girl turned back to look at him and noticed what he was doing. She smiled.

"I went to one of your autograph signings a few days ago." She was the girl in the trucker hat that had complimented him on his fake. What a coincidence to see her here at Def Records.

"Oh, I remember." Troy admitted, now taking off the hat since there was no need to disguise himself.

Before their conversation continued the other men in the studio greeted Troy and the receptionist disappeared. They all shook hands in a manly matter and Dizzy came out of the recording studio to say hi.

"My man, Duncan." Dizzy said.

"Dude, I think I'm going to record a new album if the receptionists look this good here." Troy joked and the other guys let out a harsh laugh.

"Alright, man listen to this…." He pressed a few buttons on the keyboard and a song boomed from the speakers invading the ears of the people inside.

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Dizzy danced along to his track and the other guys played along, too. Troy surprised them with his exhibition of the moonwalk and singing skills. Dizzy borrowed some sunglasses from his manager and started boom boxing. Troy laughed at how ridiculous they were acting. "It's tight, man." Dizzy said as he patted Troy on the shoulder.

"Fo sho!" a fat guy on the couch said as he twisted his hat to the side.

"A'ight we done for today, y'all. But that don't mean the fun got to end." He said and the others burst out in a chorus of 'ohhhs'. "Let's go clubbin' men. Troy of course is going to go back home and be a good boy. He don't get jiggy, y'all." Dizzy pointed to Troy and he frowned. The others laughed and started to gather their car keys, expensive cell phones, and such. "Peace, man." Dizzy went to shake Troy's hand but Troy didn't shake it back.

"I think I'll put up with you guys for tonight."

"Ahhh!!!" Dizzy yelled. The others were astonished at Troy's statement; he never went out to parties. "Daz my boy!"

As they exited the Def Records building, Troy noticed the receptionist shutting down her computer and getting ready to leave. She smiled at them on their way out and Troy overheard a few sexual comments made about her as they walked past. He decided that if he was going to a club he was going to have fun and what better way to do that then ask the receptionist to come. It wasn't very professional or celebrity like of him, but that's what he wanted to do. He hadn't don't what he wanted to do in a while and now was the place to start.

"What's your name again?" he asked grasping her attention.

"Gabriella." She smiled.

"Pretty name. Hey, listen, Gabriella, me and my friends are going to the club, want to come with us?" he asking knowing what the answer would be. Any girl would be crazy to refuse his offer.

"Yeah. I mean I'm not really dressed for it but sounds fun." Gabriella smiled at him and grabbed her bag. He waited for her as she grabbed her keys and switched off the lights; it was nine o'clock already.

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The club was booming with music and people. Every corner of the room was covered with a person drinking, making out, or dancing wildly. This was exactly what Troy dreaded, but for tonight he would make an exception. Dizzy and the other boys automatically spotted some girls that were 'lonely' and went straight towards them. Troy on the other hand, stayed with the receptionist, Gabriella.

"Come on, I'll buy us some drinks." He yelled above the music and grabbed Gabriella's hand. There was a shock as their fingers met, but Troy ignored it. He pulled her through the crowd and over to the insanely crowded bar. He shoved through a few people. "Can I have two Sex on the Beach?" the bartender that was a man, nodded awkwardly at him but Troy didn't care.

"How'd you know I like Sex on the Beach?" Gabriella asked. Troy was taken aback at the sexual implication but he just responded smoothly.

"You seem like the girl who does." He smiled at her as she bit her lip. He still was holding her hand absentmindedly but she wanted him, too. After all, he was a famous basketball player. He could do whatever he pleased with her.

Gabriella squeezed in between him and someone else in order to be at the bar and not in the way of the people who were dancing. Her right arm was against his chest now and she was almost completely enveloped in him. Troy wrapped his left arm around her as he took the drinks. He drank one and indulged himself in the feeling it gave him.

"Thanks for asking me to come."

"I couldn't show up at a club without a beautiful girl by my side." He said flirtatiously and pulled her closer to him. Without another second to spare, she kissed him. The feeling sent the blood rushing to his lips and that shock to go through his body all the way down to his toes. Gabriella looked at the gorgeous boy's eyes and he went in for another kiss. His hand moved down to her waist while he put the drink down with the other. She entangled her fingers in his hair as Troy lowered his hand even more, that same feeling sparking in his hands.

OKAY! Review, review, review. I liked this Troyella moment although it was a little adulty for me. Next chapter will be discussions about the reality show of course. Thanks again for reading!