But mama I'm in love with a criminal..

That evening I fell asleep to a dream. A dream with Troy involved, but only to find out it turned into some kind of horrible nightmare.

Pitch black, I couldn't see anything. My head was pounding, I laid on what felt like a concrete floor. Standing on my two feet cautiously searching for anything I could reach. Nothing. I heard a whisper it sounded like a man. Who was it? Troy? I was panicking. Where was I? The lights flickered on, it was a basement. I looked around and there was a tool bench with guns an booze. I swallowed hard and looked in front of me where stood a man that I hadn't recognized. He had a black beanie, black jeans, shirt and jacket. Narrowing my eyes at something he was holding in his hand.. it was a gun. My heart rate sky rocketed. Was he going to kill me here and now?

"Finally awake." he smirked.

"Wh-ho are you?" I managed to get out.

"Let's just say I'm a friend of your boyfriend's." he neared me.

"Troy?" I stepped back and nearly tripped over a box.

"Yeah." he nodded.

"But why am I here and where is he?"

"I'm sure he'll be joining us later. Not sure if you'll be around though." he shrugged.

"What?" I felt a chill, his eyes were devilish. "What do you want with me?"

"Your boy has been bad. He should of never involved you." he had anger in his tone. "Don't take it personally. It just has to be done."

"But I don't know anything.." I whispered.

"You do now." he gritted his teeth. "He should have stayed away, he knew better."

I heard a banging on the door upstairs which I assumed lead down to here. Footsteps. There he appeared angry and worried.

"Troy!" I cried.

"Gabriella." he spoke with relief.

"Troy, nice of you to come." the man said.

"Leave her out of this, let her go." Troy clenched his fist.

"I can't she's too far in now."

"Don't do it." Troy begged.

"Too late." the man grabbed my arm harshly and pointed the gun to my head. I was out of my mind scared.

"No!" Troy yelled. "Please.. listen to me."

"Times up."

I heard a bang and shot up from my bed where I laid. Tears filled my eyes and I was sweating. My heart was racing, I took a deep breath. I wiped my sweat filled forehead and calmed myself before I had a heart attack. What the fuck was that. I laid my head back down on the pillow and closed my eyes. It terrified me. The dream could of not been reality. That would never happen to me or Troy. Never. Right?

The next morning I went to school and realized Troy had ditched. He must have been sleeping off whatever the fuck he was on last night. It was okay though, I needed time away from him to think and clear my head of all the bad thoughts that filled. I focused on my two friends and studies. No distractions. The last period ended and I went to my locker, there stood Allison. Popping her bubblegum while she leaned against the locker next to mine. I shook my head and walked toward her.

"Gabby, there you are." she smiled. "So I was wondering if you'd like to go out tonight?"

"I don't know." I shrugged and shoved my books in the locker.

"Why? Plans with the boyfriend?" she frowned.

"Um, no." I shook my head.

"Then why the I don't know?"

"Well.." I paused. "what would we be doing?"

"Going clubbing?" she smirked.

"We're not even legal yet." I rolled my eyes.

"Fake ID's stupid." she took out a ID of herself and everything was true on it, but her age which said she was '21'.

"21? You only need to be 18 just don't drink." I commented.

"Why go clubbing if you're not going to drink?"

"Whatever. I don't have one so-"

"Ah, yes you do!" she pulled out another and handed it to me. "Ya like?"

"I'm 22? Do I look that old?" I was a bit offended.

"Don't flip it's just how the dude did them." she scoffed.

"What if we get caught?" I folded my arms.

"Play it cool and we won't."

"I'm not sure."

"Live a little." she smiled. "Please?"

"Er.." I looked at her 'puppy dog' face. "Fine."

"Yes!" she hugged me. "Pick you up around 8:00."

I drove home to my empty house. Heading upstairs to my bedroom and throwing my bag on my bed. I looked myself in the mirror that was above my desk. Tonight I had to look more mature than I actually am to pull this fake ID thing off. Should I dress more sexy and revealing? Or just go for what I would usually wear if I went to a party, which I don't go to many often. I start getting ready around 7:20, taking a shower, picking out an outfit, blow drying my damp hair then straightening it. I put on a black, sleeveless, short dress with black stilettos. I applied a soft shade of pink lip stick, black eye-liner and mascara and blush. Grabbing a cute figure fitted leather jacket I headed downstairs as I heard the doorbell go off.

"Gabriella." my mother stopped me, I turned to her.

"Yeah momma?" I smiled innocently.

"Where are you going?" she folded her arms.

"Er," I stood there waiting for an excuse to come to mind. "Allison's parents are having me over for dinner. I thought I'd dress nice."

"Really? Is that true Allison?" She looked at a fidgety Allie.

"Totally. Oh yeah." she nodded, playing as cool as she could. "I'll have her home by curfew Mrs. Montez, don't worry."

"Okay." my mother said. I could sense she was unconvinced. "..be safe girls."

"Always, love ya." I kissed her cheek and Allison and I went to her car giggling.

"You're mom's so gullible." Allison chuckled as she got in the driver's seat.

"She knew we were up to something though.. she just trust me." I said, smiling guilty.

"Yeah, goody two shoes." she smirked.

"Just drive." I laughed.

We were on our way to the club, which was no place for us at this age. I felt worried and uncomfortable, but Allison seemed to calm my nerves. Maybe because of something she gave me to say it would release my nerves and settle me. We got by the bouncer with no problem and walked into the dark club that only had colorful lights flashing around the entire place. Hip hop dancing music blasted and the place was crowded with drunks and druggy's. It had a stench, but I liked it. For some reason I felt no worries I felt loose. I was ready for a good time and forgot all my responsibilities for this night. I needed fun for once. I let all my thoughts of everything go away and pulled Allison to the dance floor and began dancing with her in a bit of a sluty way. She was laughing hysterically at me and rocked out. I laughed with her at my foolishness.

"Let's get a drink!" she yelled over the music. Pulling my wrist and dragging me to the bar. "Vodka with coke." she grinned at the bartender.

"And for you gorgeous?" he winked at me.

"Same for me." I surprisingly flirty back a little.

"Slut." Allison joked.

"Shut up." I shoved her playfully. "I'm just having a good time."

"Finally." she picked up her drink and took a sip.

"Yummy." I licked my lips after tasting my drink.

"You're crazy. I love you this way!" she set her drink down and wrapped her arm around me. "Let's go dance more!"

"Alright, see ya later hunnie." I grinned seductively probably looking so stupid at the bartender. As Allison and I began dancing once again a couple of guys came to us and joined in on our fun. Allison was grinding on one and whispering things in his ear with a smirk. I laughed to myself as I danced with the other guy. He came close to my face and his lips found my neck and I pushed him back gently. I didn't want anything to happen with these guys. I wasn't really going to be easy tonight, just more fun than usual. He gripped my waist and moved his hips with mine. I was feeling uncomfortable. My buzz was wearing off. I was disgusted with this guy.

"Hey, mind if I take over?" I heard a familiar voice behind me. I turned and met his eyes.

"Troy.." I felt myself smile a little.

"It's up to the lady." the man shrugged.

"It's fine." I didn't take my eyes off of Troy's. I heard the guy walk off and Troy embraced me, I wrapped my arms around his neck. I had missed me so much. His hands went to my waist and looked at me then kissed my forehead softly. I felt perfectly perfect in his arms as if we were the only two in the world and nothing could harm us.

"This is how you are when I'm not around huh?" he arched his eyebrow with a crooked grin.

"Yeah pretty much." I smiled a bit and pulled his head down so his lips could meet mine.

"You taste like alcohol." he spoke softly once he pulled away.

"You taste like smoke." I replied.

"I didn't know you drank."

"Occasionally. Not really." I shrugged.

"Mm." he nodded and his lips met my ear. "So you can be bad sometime."

"I can." I liked his hot breath on my skin.

"Good to know." his lips pressed against my cheek then the side of my lips.

"Let's go somewhere. Private." I lean in to kiss him, but he declines.

"I think you need to go home." he took my wrist and we made our way through the crowd.

"What about Allison?" I looked back as we continued walking. She was now making out with that guy.

"She'll be fine." he existed the club and dragged me along to his motorcycle.

"Oh, back to this huh?" I accept the helmet he hands me and put it on.

"I like my ride." he smirks. "Attracts more ladies."

"Funny." I stick my tongue out at him.

"I know I am." he gets on and then I do, gripping onto him tightly.

"Thanks for coming to my rescue." I say meaning that guy about to jump my bones.

"I'm always there when you're in distress princess." he starts it up and drives off full speed.

He stops once we're in front of my house. The lights are off inside and I get off. I hand him the helmet and stare at my big house, it looks dreadful and scary in the darkness. I get chills just looking at it. I feel his arms wrap around me from behind and kiss my neck. I feel warmth and smile secured. I turn around facing him and touch his face gently, staring into those eyes I've grown to love so much. I could live in them.

"Beautiful." he whispers.

I nod. "You are."

"I bid you goodnight now."

"You bid me?" I giggle. "Alright Romeo."

"Not romantic?" he laughs.

"I guess.." I smile. "Goodnight."

"Now go get sleep." he kisses my temple.

"Hold up." I grip his shirt and pull him in for a passionate kiss.

"Much better." he smirks and get on his motorcycle.

"See you tomorrow?" I ask hopeful.

"Maybe." he puts on his helmet and drives away into the night.

I feel butterflies in my stomach and bite my lower lip as I smile. Going inside and up to my bed, falling asleep thinking of him. The boy with the blue eyes. He was like no one I have ever met and I liked that. He was different from the rest and I was captivated by him. He lured me in with his mysterious ways, desiring smirk, and those piercing baby blues. I drifted off to bed dreaming of him and tonight it was an amazing dream. We were lying in my bed and his lips connected with mine in such a passionate heated way. His hands traveled my entire body and I loved it. Sliding my hands under his shirt feeling his abs and chest, sliding off the shirt and his lips met with my neck. Running fingers through his hair and closing my eyes. He kisses down to my chest and sliding the zipper of the back of my dress letting his thumb travel slowly down my back. I let a moan escape my mouth. He took off my dress sliding it down my body as he kissed every inch of me, letting it fall to the floor. He hovered on top of me and I looked in his eyes with my hand on the back of his neck. Pulling him down to kiss him with full force rolling us over so I was now on top. Hands going down my sides to my ass and thighs. I tossed and turned in bed. I was interrupted from my heated dream by my phone going off. I groan and see the sun shining in. I reach for the phone and answer it irritated.

"What?" I snap.

"Damn, I interrupt something?" she laughed. It was Allison.

"Just tell me why you're calling?" I sit up on my bed.

"Right. Um, check the news out.."

"Why?" I'm confused.

"I think you wanna see this. Just check." she tells me.

"Alright." I rush downstairs and click on the TV turning to channel 3 for the news. "What am I-" I see it. I'm in shock. There has a picture of Troy Bolton with a writing underneath it WANTED CRIMINAL ON RUN. I hang up the phone and sit on the couch. My elbows rest on my knees as my head rest in my hands and I run my fingers through my hair. What the fuck is going on? What did he do? Then it hits me.. he really is a criminal. He wasn't just saying that to amuse me. He was serious. My mother comes walking in with a mug of coffee in her hand looking at the television.

"Isn't that boy who drove you home that one day?" she asked curiously.

"Mama.." she looked at me with concern. "I'm in love with a criminal." admitting it to myself for the first time and to her.

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