After the fiasco, Jason led Gabriella back to her suite, arms wrapped around her to keep her as warm as possible. In an obvious bad mood, Gabriella tried to shrug him off but he kept his grip.

"What the hell Jason!" Gabriella yelled once they got back to the suite and the door was firmly shut.

"He was all over you Gabi, third class filth," Jason retorted holding up three fingers.

"He may be third class, but he is not filth. He's still a person. I remember you being that poor once," Gabriella exclaI'med throwing Troy's jacket that was wrapped around her onto the couch next to where she was standing.

"Don't bring that up, that was years ago,"

"Ten to be exact," Gabriella stated sarcastically. Jason turned on his heel and glared at the nineteen year old in front of him. Raising her eyebrows, Gabriella stared back at him.

"What do you want me to do?" Jason questioned.

"I want you to go find Mr Bolton and one apologize and two give him or invite him to something that shows you really mean it, your reputation on this ship wont be very high if you don't," Gabriella informed him as he sighed. Nodding he sauntered out the room, closing the door behind him. Falling back onto the couch, Gabriella removed her black heels as Taylor burst through the doors.

"Oh my god! Gabi what did you do?" Taylor questioned at a rapid speed that Gabriella hardly understood the question she was being asked.

"Nothing," Gabriella replied sI'mply.

"Explain to me why you look like you've been crying and your shaking?" Taylor asked folding her arms over her chest.

"Me and Jason got into a fight," Gabriella lied as Taylor sat next to her.

"So that's why he just stormed out into the hallway," Taylor wondered staring into space a little.

"Yep," Please don't notice the jacket, Gabriella thought to herself knowing if she did, Taylor would just start asking more and more questions.

"Who's jacket is this?" Closing her eyes, Gabriella kicked herself mentally and opened them once again. "Gabi who's jacket's this?"

"One of Jason's old ones," Oh god she wont believe that.

"Yeah right, tell the truth," Taylor ordered wagging a finger in her friends face.

"Okay fine," For the next hour Gabriella spent the time telling Taylor the story. Taylor sat there gob smacked, gasping at the appropriate times.

"Why would you do that?" Taylor questioned once the story finished.

"I just fell like I'm being dragged back to America, its not like we were asked was it Tay. Our moms kind of just told us and that was that," Gabriella sighed and looked at the red carpet below her feet. "I'm seeing a totally different side to Jason too, and its not one I particularly like,"

"Jason has changed I know what your saying, but do you never think he just wants to make you happy?" Taylor questioned sending the already confused Gabriella, into a deep thought.

Back on the decks, Troy stood where Gabriella had just been. Looking down at the icy water below, all that was going through his head was what if she had jumped? He was there. He saw it. What would people think?

"You? You there!" Turning on his heel, Troy came face to face with the guy he had seen a few minutes ago.

"What is it? Trey?"

"Troy, are you Jamie?" Troy asked using the same sarcasm Jason had just used.

"Jason, Miss Montez is unhappy with my reaction. I would like to say I'm sorry and invite you to join us at dinner? Tomorrow night." Jason questioned as Troy raised his eyebrows in shock. Looking out at the sea once again, Troy pondered on if he was telling the truth or just doing it as a joke.

"I think ill have to get back to you on that one, Later Jamie," Troy said patting his back walking away, a grin plastered on his face. Wandering back to his room, he passed many different groups of people. Cliques if you want. Woman reading, men playing poker. Everything. But then there was two who just sat talking.

"And where may I ask have you been?" Kelsi wondered. Sitting in between them both, Troy shook his head at their curiosity.

"The decks," Troy told her sI'mply.

"Well you must have been pretty well hidden, we were just up there," Chad stated.

"Maybe I was, maybe I wasn't," Troy replied making Chad furrow his brow in confusion.

"What are you hiding?" Kelsi asked turning her head to face his.

"Nothing, nothing at all,"

The next morning, Troy sat in the same place he did the night before, this time, his pad in hand and sketching away. Staring intently at the detail of the object in front of him, he sketched what he saw. The wind on coming from the ocean moved his hair out his eyes, making his pools of blue more visible.

"Mr Bolton?" The familiar voice, snapped Troy's attention away from the drawing in front of him. Turning his head, he saw her. Gabriella. Standing behind him, her yellow dress hugging her figure.

"Miss Montez," he greeted politely and placed his brown pad down on the wooden bench he was sitting on. Turning his body fully round, he looked up at her waiting for her to start.

"I'm sorry for my actions last night, and Jason's." she told him coming around the bench and sitting on the one beside the one her was placed on. "It was unbelievably shocking of me and Jason. I hope he came to you last night,"

"Yeah he did, asking if I wanted to come to dinner with you tonight," Troy informed her.

"And?"

"I'm thinking," Troy told her as she rolled her brown eyes.

"Are you on this ship on your own Mr Bolton?"

"Troy, and no, my friend Chad and I are here. We've been living in England the last year."

"Ah well, I would like to thank you. For not just pulling me over but not telling Jason," Gabriella said looking up at him.

"Not a problem, but why?"

"Why what?" Gabriella asked confused.

"Why'd you try to jump?" Troy questioned as she opened her mouth in response.

"It just my whole world," Gabriella started. In a weird way, she felt able to tell this complete stranger why. He saved her. He deserved to know the whole honest truth. "Everyone in it. I lived in New Mexico, I lied when I said I had never been there, I lived there until I was 7. My dad died and my mom wanted to get away. So she moved myself and my friend Taylor and her mom here. Now things are getting tough here so were going back, like we're being dragged. I didn't want to come. But I was forced."

"Why are they forcing you exactly?"

"My fiancé," Gabriella said holding up her left hand.

"Woah, you would of sunk right to the bottom," Troy joked over her large engagement. Gabriella smiled a weak smile as she continued to talk to Troy.

A floor down, Jason sat in the parlour, pacing as Lovejoy sat watching him, sipping on brandy.

"I cant believe she's getting close to him,"

"What Miss Montez does isn't that her business?" Lovejoy asked placing the glass down on the side table.

"What Gabriella does is her business but she is my fiancé, she cant be getting all close with men." Jason retorted stopping in his tracks. "Third class men if we have to be exact,"

Back on decks, Troy was telling Gabriella about his family, no siblings, he had been on his own since he was fifteen.

"Must have been hard on you," Gabriella stated as Troy shook his head.

"Not really, I had to keep myself busy and I had Chad, nothings dull if Chad's around," Troy told her as she smiled.

"What's this? I've seen you with it a few times," Gabriella asked referring to the pad of paper, Troy had forgot about.

"What I kept myself busy with, when I was in LA, I went to the docks at Santa Monica, sold portraits for ten cents a piece. I bought that and basically drew." Troy exclaimed handing it to Gabriella. Watching her flip through the pages, her eyebrows raised and she looked back up at him.

"This is amazing work,"

"They really didn't think much of them anywhere else," Troy stated as she furrowed her eyebrows.

"Well they are amazing," Gabriella repeated tracing her finger over his incomplete art. "You have a talent, you see people for who they really are,"

"I see you, clearly," Troy told her as she looked at him.

"And?"

"You wouldn't of jumped," Troy said as she smiled. "I think I might take up that offer,"

"What offer,"

"Accompanying a pretty lady to dinner," Troy said as Gabriella smiled and turned a shade of pink. A cough interrupted them as Gabriella turned to see her mother, Mrs McKessie and Taylor.

"Mother," Gabriella exclaI'med alarmed. "Mary, Taylor,"

"Gabriella," Taylor replied smirking.

"This is Troy Bolton,"

"Ah so you're the one who saved her," Taylor stated as he nodded. Gabriella turned her head to her mother who had piercing looks in her eyes. Looking at Troy, she studied him. Why? Was all that Gabriella could think. A sudden noise implicating dinner was heard and Mrs McKessie turned.

"Are we at the cavalry," She said.

"Well Mother lets go get ready, I'll see you at dinner Troy," Gabriella told him before walking off.

"Um what are you planning to wear?" Taylor asked Troy. Snapping his head round to her, she raised her eyebrows waiting for his answer.

"All I have is this," Troy told her pointing to his clothes that were on his back. Scoffing, Taylor dragged him off.

Present time.

"I can tell that you objected when Aunt Tay pulled you away," Adrianna quickly said looking at Troy.

"Very much so," Troy informed her as she rolled her eyes.

"So this Kelsi girl?" Dallas wondered. " Where'd she come from?"

"Well she had an American accent, so somewhere in America, but she said she lived in Ireland," Troy told his eldest son.

"Moving on please!" Noah piped up from the ground.