Chapter 3 – First Day Part 2

Chapter 3 – First Day Part 2

"Uhm, okay. Let's play…" he said hesitantly.

"Alright, I'll start." I said, and took a shot. It went in perfectly. "Tell me something, Bolton."

"Okay, uhm… other than basketball, I play hockey and tennis." I nodded, and he took the ball and took a shot. It hit the backboard, and went into the net. "Go ahead, Brie."

"Other than basketball, I play football, volleyball, badminton, tennis, soccer, I swim, and I was on the track team. Oh, and I was on the Scholastic Decathlon Team, in the Math Club, and Science Club."

He had a look of shock plastered onto his face. "Are you fucking serious?" I nodded.

"Wow, athletic and smart. You're up." He said, handing me the ball.

We continued our game, and I got to know Troy really well, and I guess now he knows a lot about me. And, I never missed any shots, but Troy did. I dared him to go up to the next teacher he sees, and start flirting with them. Whether they're a boy or a girl. It just happened to be Ms. Darbus, and I could tell the wanted to slap Troy's face off. He said that he would rather have flirted with a male teacher, which made me go into hysterics.

We had 10 more minutes left, and I took a shot from half court, and it went in with a swish. "Go Troy."

"In my entire life, I've only had one girlfriend, and I've never had my first kiss yet." He told me blushing, and looking at the ground.

"Whoa, are you serious?" He nodded. "With your looks, and the fact that you were basketball captain, I thought girls would be all over you…" I meant to think, but I guess I said it out loud, because I heard Troy reply,

"Well, they were, but I only went out with the on person who I thought wouldn't be like all those Barbie's, that just like me for my looks and status. But, it turns out, she was one of the biggest ones, and it only lasted for 2 days, and I never went out with any other girl since." He explained. "That's also why I never go out with people who have a high status, like a cheerleader, or just someone really popular, and I don't go out with people that I haven't gotten to know very well. I had a few really close friends in my old school, but I just saw them as my sisters, and it'd be really awkward if I got romantically involved with them."

"Oh, that's tough. But, at least now I know that you're not like one of those popular pretty-boys that date and pounce on every good-looking girl they see." I said smiling.

He smiled, too. "Naaww, I despise those people. They make everyone think that all athletic people, or 'jocks' as they say, are like that."

I nodded, and just took another shot. "Hey, it's my turn now!" he playfully shouted, and got the ball. He took a shot, and once again, it flew in perfectly, and he turned to me, one eyebrow raised. "I'm waiting."

"I've never had a boyfriend, or my first kiss yet." I confessed.

"Whoa, that's even more surprising than me."

I went to get the ball, and as I walked back to him, I looked at him confused, "What do you mean?"

"Well, I don't really see why guys wouldn't want to date you."

"Oh, really, now." He nodded. "Why's that?" I questioned, turning around, and taking a shot.

"Well, what's not to like? I mean, you're funny, smart, kind-hearted, athletic, and, I must say, very beautiful." He said, and I blushed, but luckily, I was facing opposite him, so he couldn't see.

I turned around to say something, to find he was very close to me. He was standing so close, that we were practically nose to nose. I leaned back a bit, only to see that he was leaning in, so I put my hand on his shoulder, and I instantly felt a jolt of electricity shoot through my body. I ignored it, and started to lean in slowly as well, closing my eyes. I could feel his breath on my lips. Our lips were just about to touch, then the warning bell rang.

We abruptly pulled away from each other, blushing furiously. Then there as an awkward silence. "Uhm, I'll see you around?" he said.

"Yeah, I guess." We stood in the gym together silently, until he broke it.

"So, what class do you have next?"

"I have gym, so I guess I'm staying here." I replied.

"Wow, I have gym too."

"Freaky stalker." I shouted at him. Okay, I didn't mean it.

"Excuse me, I wasn't the one who put all of our classes together… though I wouldn't have it any other way." He mumbled the last part under his breath.

"What?" I questioned.

"Nothing, never mind." I eyed him suspiciously, then went to put my bag in the girls' changeroom, and so did Troy. In the guys changeroom, not the girls.

When I walked into the changeroom, some girls were already there, but I just walked back out into the gym and sat down on the ground. Not long after, I was joined by, none other than, Troy Bolton.

When everyone was out of the changerooms, the coach explained to us what we were going to do that week in gym. Turns out we were doing volleyball. At least it's not boring.

After gym, I took a quick shower, and started to look for Taylor to walk home, since all my homework from my previous classes was in my bag already. Just then, I heard someone running up to me, so I turned around, and smiled. It was Troy.

"Hey, Brie. I was wondering, maybe you want to hang out, or something? Or maybe I can walk you home?"

"Uhm, yeah. Sure. Just let me call Taylor and tell her she can go straight home instead of coming by mine." I said as I took out my phone, and called her. She understood, and she told me that it was no problem.

So, we walked to my place, and went inside. "I'm home!" I yelled. Troy and I walked into the kitchen to see my dad sitting at the table, eating a sandwich, and reading the sports section of the newspaper.

"Hey Gabi. Who's your friend?" he asked, eyeing Troy. That's just my dad. He's very protective of me, it's kinda weird.

"Dad, this is Troy, Troy this is my dad." They shook hands.

"It's nice to meet you Troy."

"Likewise Sir." Troy replied.

"Oh, don't call me Sir, it makes me feel old."

Troy chuckled. "Okay, Mr. Montez."

"That makes me feel old, too. Please call me Dave."

"Okay, Dave."

Wow, you'd think we knew each other for quite a while now. We were headed out of the kitchen to go upstairs when my dad stopped us, "Where are you two going?"

"My room, dad."

"What are you going to do up there?" And here comes the protectiveness...

"I don't know, listen to music, talk, go on the computer, watch T.V."

"Okay…" Dad said, somewhat suspiciously. "Go ahead, but leave the door open…"

"Dad…" I groaned.

"And I better not hear anything!"

"Yes, dad." With that, we dashed upstairs, and hung out until Troy had to go home.