"Dare to Dream" © Nattou; 16.07.09
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AN:
At the beginning of all these chapters I've wanted to thank you awesome readers for following my story and for reviewing, but somehow I've always forgotten to add it! :s It really means the world to me, though, and I thank you one and all!
Hope you like this one!
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Chapter 9: Complicated
Gabriella was certain her heart stopped beating the moment she felt his lips on hers. Warm tingles spread throughout her body and her free hand slowly moved towards his face. Her fingers brushed against his cheek and dusted across his ear before settling at the back of his neck to toy with the locks of hair there.
His lips were gentle, soft, almost tentative in their movement, and Gabriella felt herself relax against him. His hand moved from her cheek to her neck where he applied a light pressure to pull her closer. She shifted slightly in her seat, making her legs brush up against his and he tightened his grip around her waist.
Lack of oxygen was the only reason he pulled away from her and the sweet taste of the strawberry ice cream she had eaten before. It was sweet, alluring, perfect. With a sigh the connection was broken and he slowly opened his eyes. Her face was inches away from his, mouth slightly open, eyes closed. God she was beautiful.
Her breathing was still heavy as she opened her eyes; deep chocolate pools that shimmered with affection. Slowly he leaned in and rubbed his nose against hers. A blush crept up her cheeks and he smiled.
"You're gorgeous," Troy whispered and she reddened even more.
"Thank you."
She felt like she'd been pulled back in time to when she had received her first kiss. She felt hot and tingly all over and her heart was beating wildly in her chest. There was no way he had kissed her yesterday, he couldn't have, if that was the case she was certain that sleep would not have come as easy as it had that night.
Not knowing what to do, Gabriella carefully tilted her head upwards until her lips brushed against his again. It only lasted for a moment; a moment that left her craving more; much more than what she knew she had any right to want.
"This shouldn't be happening," she whispered against his lips. Troy sighed softly before pulling her towards his chest for hug.
"I know, but I really don't feel like fighting it right now."
"Me either."
"So that's what we're going to do? Not fight it?" he asked before pressing a kiss to her hair.
"I don't know, Troy," she sighed. Did she want to go back to pretending there was nothing? No. Was she prepared for everything dating Troy would bring? She wasn't sure.
"I don't want you to not be in my life," Troy admitted quietly. Gabriella smiled and pressed a kiss to the column of his throat.
"I don't want that either…what if we just see what happens? If we kiss, we kiss, if we don't, we don't?"
"Yeah. I don't want to bring Violet into this yet though…to her you're daddy's friend, and I'd like to keep it that way. She's too little to understand these things."
He felt Gabriella nod against his shoulder.
"I agree, I'd like to keep it outside school as well. At least until I'm sure of their views on dating a parent."
"Does that scare you?" he asked.
"Does what scare me?"
"Dating a parent?"
"I used to think it would, but…I don't know. It's you and Violet, it's different. Easy." She said as she picked up his hand and interlaced their fingers. "It doesn't scare me."
"Good, that's good," Troy's said and held her closer to his chest. He felt no need to move from their current position, and from the soft sigh that emitted from Gabriella; he didn't think she did either.
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Gabriella was on an emotional high when she flopped down on her couch with dinner that night. Somewhere inside her she could still feel the tingles that had stayed with her all day and she smiled to herself. Exactly what sort of mess she had gotten herself into she wasn't sure, but it certainly didn't feel wrong. Shaking her head slightly she reached for the remote and flicked on the TV. The theme song for Gilmore Girls floated through the loudspeakers and she let her body sink further into the couch as she picked up a pizza slice and took a bite.
On the TV, Lorelai was babbling on about having a haunted leg and Gabriella giggled. Where these writers got their ideas she really didn't know, but she loved it. There wasn't a single episode she hadn't seen at least twice, but that wasn't a fact that made her unable to slip out of her own world and into theirs for about an hour.
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When Violet had fallen asleep that night Troy slowly walked into the guest room and sat down on the neatly made bed. Nothing in the room indicated that she had spent the night. The pillows had been fluffed and placed neatly where they should be and the duvet looked as if it hadn't been touched. Closing his eyes he leaned forwards and rested his head in his hands. What he felt around her didn't compare to anything he had felt since meeting Jennifer. It was as if the protective wall he had set up around himself had collapsed and he didn't know how to re-build it, didn't know if he wanted to re-build it. Something about Gabriella Montez made him wonder whether some risks were worth taking on not, whether what he could gain outweighed what he could lose. Opening his eyes he looked around the empty room. Deep inside he knew the answer to his own question. He'd had his answer the moment their lips had touched. He just hoped that she was willing to take the risk as well.
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Monday morning found Gabriella hurrying about her apartment with one shoe missing. She had overslept for the first time in ages only to find out that she had no hot water, and her laundry hadn't properly dried. All in all; not a very good start to the day. Swearing to herself she peaked under the couch in hopes of finding her right shoe.
"I'm a shoe…I'm a shoe..." she mumbled, eyes darting around the apartment. The sudden ringing of the phone nearly made her jump out of her skin and she glanced quickly at the watch before practically running over to pick up the singing object.
"Hello?" she asked slightly breathless.
"Hey, Ella."
"Hey, Troy," she greeted quickly before walking briskly into the bedroom where she threw open the closet doors in frustration.
"Have you looked out of your window this morning?" he asked and Gabriella raised her eyebrows. What sort of question was that to ask.
"No, I was damn it!" she exclaimed when a box fell of the top shelf; its contents spilling on the floor with clattering sounds.
"What was that! Are you, ok?" Troy's worried voice floated into her ear and she couldn't help but feel a slight twitching at the corner of her mouth.
"Yeah, just a stupid box that fell, and I can't find my shoe, and I'm late, and I look like hell because I have no hot water, and I'm sorry why did you ask if I'd look outside?"
The warm chuckle that filled her ear moments later was laced with both amusement and understanding and she wasn't sure if she wanted to virtually smack him for laughing, or hug him for listening.
"It's pouring down out there," he informed a few seconds and she fell back on her bed as she glanced out of her window.
"Oh for fucks sake," she whispered while watching the droplets fall violently from the sky. How could she have missed that?
On the other line of the phone Troy's eyes widened as he put Violet's homework folder into her backpack. He hadn't expected such a phrase to escape from Gabriella's mouth, and bit back a chuckle at her obvious frustration with the weather gods. Seconds passed without either one uttering a word, but the quiet bustling noises from her phone told him that she had wordlessly gone back to looking for that missing shoe.
"Hey, Ella?" he asked just as Violet finished her breakfast and came to see where he was.
"Hmm?"
"I'll leave the house with Violet in about 10 minutes; can you be ready by the time we get to your place?"
"Huh?"
"You didn't think I'd let you walk in this weather did you?" he asked as he got Violet's rain gear out of the closet. Silently praying it would fit over her cast.
"I…is that a good idea?" she finally asked in a small voice. Troy sighed softly and scratched his neck. He knew very well she wanted to keep whatever was going on between them away from school, but there was no way he was going to let her walk when he was driving past her on the road. He would have offered her a ride even if there was nothing going on between them.
"I honestly don't know, but I'm not letting you walk Ella, and that's final."
"Ok…I'll see you in a little bit."
"See you in a bit," he said and hung up.
"Violet! Come here, peanut. We need to get ready to leave. We're picking up Gabriella on the way."
The small girl bounded into the hallway and gladly stepped into her wellington boots as Troy helped her slip the watertight coat on. The wide arms provided enough room for her cast to be kept shielded from the water, and Violet promised shed be careful and not get it wet.
As the duo walked out the door Troy snatched a pair of sneakers off the floor and put them into Violets backpack in case the rain stopped and she wanted to wear normal shoes.
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The wind nearly blew both Gabriella and Violet into the school when Gabriella pushed the door open. The hallway was bustling with people and hardly anyone paid them attention as they straightened up and shook the water out of their hair.
"You alright, Violet," Gabriella asked kindly once she had regained her breath.
"Yeah, but my hairs gone all wet."
"That's alright, honey, it'll dry really fast in here. Now; I have to go to see the other teachers before class, will you be ok on your own?"
"Yeah, I'm a big girl."
"I know you are. See you in a few minutes," Gabriella said as she watched the little girl make her way through the mass of children; her hurt arm held protectively against her chest. Biting her lip she smiled slightly and moved towards the stairs. Her head was still filled with nervous thoughts about what the rules regarding a parent-teacher relationship really were, and she didn't notice Mrs. Danes until she walked straight into her.
"Oh goodness," the older woman exclaimed and Gabriella blushed.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Mrs. Danes! My mind was wandering; I didn't see where I was walking."
"That's alright, no harm done. Hope there's nothing serious bothering you?"
"No, no, nothing serious; just you know life in general," Gabriella said with a smile.
"Yeah, that tends to get in the way at times. Oh! I meant to ask you, how is little Violet doing?"
"She's doing fine. Her arm turned out to be broken, so she's wearing a cast which is bothering her a little, but all in all she's doing really well."
"Oh, I'm so glad to hear it! She looked so broken up the other day. Did they take good care of you at the hospital? I hope no one treated you badly because you were her teacher, not mother?" Mrs. Danes asked with a kind smile.
"They were all very nice, well except for this one nurse, but I accidently snapped back at her, she was just way out of line when she accused Troy of not being a good father." Gabriella said as a blush crept up her neck. Something about Mrs. Danes made her feel like she couldn't tell her anything but the truth. Something about the older woman just told her that even if she pretended there wasn't anything between her and Troy, Mrs. Danes would know the truth.
"Aah, so you met one of those nurses that live believing in 2,5 children, a golden retriever and a white picket fence huh?"
"Yeah, something like that. Thankfully she wasn't the one treating Violet. "
"That's good to hear, that little girl is so shy she'd probably get scared if some cross nurse treated her," Mrs. Danes said as she glanced down at her watch. "Oh, goodness! Look at the time; I'll let you go so you can get your things ready before class."
"Alright. I'll see you later," Gabriella said with a smile before continuing on her way to the office and her desk. Once there she quickly sat down her bag and went to check her shelf for any messages or letters that might have been placed there after she had left school on Friday. A single sheet of paper, informing her of a staff meeting Wednesday night, waited for her and she quickly folded it and put it in her folder. Certain there was no info she had missed in the office she collected what she needed for class and headed for the hallway.
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Troy was to his neck in budgets when his phone rang loudly and filled the silent office with its shrill sound. Yawning he reached for the object and glanced at the screen. Smiling slightly he pressed the green button and held the phone up against his ear.
"Hey mom."
"Hey, sweetheart. I'm sorry to bother you while you're working but I'm about to head out for a little shopping trip and was wondering if there's anything in particular Violet wants for her birthday?"
"Uh…she's very into her American dolls at the moment, so anything from there would be a hit. She hasn't really mentioned anything special aside from that. She probably has too much stuff, which is totally my fault…sorry about that," Troy chuckled.
"I suspected as much. How does she like dancing, would she like to have something ballet related?"
"Definitely, she idolizes Ella and wants to be a ballerina just like her, so I think anything related to that would be a hit."
"Alright, I'll see what I can come up with. How is Violet doing by the way? Is she at school today or did you keep her at home?" Lucille asked as Troy let himself relax against the back of the office chair.
"Violet is at school. She hasn't been complaining about too much pain and her cuts are healing up nicely. I saw no reason to keep her at home. She also seemed a bit excited to show off her bright pink cast," Troy said with a small smile, fully understanding why his mother was asking. Deep inside he knew that if it wasn't for the fact that Gabriella was at school with his baby girl, he probably would have kept her at home for a few days while she healed up.
"And Gabriella?" she asked in a knowing voice.
"What about her?" Troy asked wearily, not liking the tone of his mother's voice.
"She was there with Violet wasn't she? When you got home from Salinas. What happened?"
Troy sighed and scratched the back of his neck. What he supposed to tell his mother about a relationship he wasn't even sure of himself.
"Yes she was here, she was asleep actually, and nothing happened. She stayed the night in the guest room, and then we took Violet to the American Girl store for a treat."
"Oh honey, that's not nothing. Had it been any other teacher the care would have stopped at the hospital until someone could pick her up."
"I know that, mom, but she's not another teacher. We're…friends."
"Troy, I'm not judging. I like Gabriella, remember? I just want you to think things through before you take this too far. For all you know the school could have rules about these things."
Troy sighed heavily. He loved his mom, he really did, but sometimes it felt as if she still looked at him as a child, unable to make the right decisions.
"I know mom, Ella knows too. We're just seeing what happens, ok? I do like her a lot, but to be honest I don't even know if I'm ready for more than friendship. It's…complicated."
"She would have wanted you to be happy you know. It's not wrong for you to move on."
"I know. Just… please leave it for now? I don't want Violet to get her hopes up more than she already has."
"How do you mean?" Lucille asked confused.
"She asked me if Gabriella could be her mommy."
"Oh my…"
"Yeah."
"Does Gabriella know?"
"Yeah, she was surprised, but didn't freak out or anything. She cares a lot about Violet," Troy said with a small smile. As unsure he was about this whole situation, he couldn't help what he felt around Gabriella. When he was alone he analyzed and worried, but when she was close it was as if none of it mattered. Rubbing his eye absentmindedly, he nearly jumped a mile when the office phone went off.
"I've got to go mom, the other phone is ringing. I'll call you later ok?"
"Ok, honey. Remember, if you want to talk about what's going on, you can."
"I know. Thanks."
"Good. Bye, sweetie."
"Bye."
He quickly hung up the phone and reached for the one that was currently filling the room with it's shrill ringing.
"Troy Bolton, how may I help you?"
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That Friday Gabriella felt a bit at a loss of what to do. In the early hours of the morning she had received a call from school informing her that an overnight water leak had forced the board to close the school while plumbers were working on fixing the problem and the building was being drained. As a result she now sat perched on her coach unsure of what to do. She had finished what school work needed to be done yesterday, and her weekends work was not yet in as the students were supposed to hand it to her at school that day. Shrugging she reached for a book she had abandoned and leaned back into the soft cushions.
Two chapters later, she was rudely interrupted by her cell phones ringtone, and blindly reached for it while trying to finish off the page she was reading.
"Hello?"
"Please tell me you know how to bake."
"Troy?" she asked slightly confused as she put the book down on the seat next to her.
"Yeah, uhm do you? Know how to bake?"
"Yeah… why?"
"Let's just say that Violet's idea of baking for her birthday sounded like a fun idea. I'm not sure what I just pulled out of the oven, but I'm not serving it to ten little girls later tonight, that's for sure."
Gabriella laughed out loud as she stood up and walked over to the bookshelf.
"I'm taking it that you haven't baked a lot in your life?" Gabriella asked and pulled out a book on cakes and other treats from its shelf.
"You can say that again. I usually buy these things, but Violet really wanted to bake with me. And I didn't think it was going to be this hard."
"I'll be over in a little while. Do you have what you need for another try?"
"Uhm, no. I don't think so, and Violet probably wants some fun decorations…god I'm horrible at this. Help?"
She couldn't help but giggle at completely lost sound of his voice. She could vividly picture him and the mess he must have made, and made a mental note to pick up some cloths as well.
"Troy, I'll help ok. I'll stop by the store and get some supplies and you can just pay me back for them. It's ok. We'll make her a great party. Stop worrying."
"Are you sure? You don't have anything else you need to do?"
"I'm sure. I was just reading a book. I'll see you soon," and with that she hung up and put the cooking book into her bag. A box wrapped in pink paper with polka dots rested on the chest of drawers in the hallway and Gabriella quickly grabbed it as she slipped on her shoes. She hadn't thought she'd get to give it to Violet on her actual birthday, but she certainly didn't mind. Spending the day with Troy and the little girl who had crept far into her heart seemed like a better plan than reading a book she had read before anyway. After checking her bag for keys, wallet and phone, she flicked off the lights and headed out the door with a smile on her face.
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Troy hung up the phone and grinned down at Violet.
"Ella's coming to help us out," he said and brushed flour off his daughter's nose.
"Yay! I think she's better at making a cake than you were daddy. Because that cake doesn't look like a cake…"
Troy chuckled and looked down at the mess he had placed on the counter. It was supposed to be a chocolate cake, but if he was honest with himself, it really looked more like charcoal. He wasn't sure where it had all gone wrong, but he was pretty sure that cakes were not supposed to have a hard outer shell and be completely runny on the inside. He could definitely cross baking off as something he was not able to do. At all.
"I know, Peanut, daddy's not a baker is he?"
"No, but you're still the best daddy," she exclaimed before skipping out of the room, leaving a grinning Troy behind. How had he been blessed with such a sweet child? Shaking his head slightly he walked towards the counter and looked at the picture Violet had showed him in her party book. It was cake shaped as a castle, but he had no idea how he'd be able to make anything like that. Scratching his nose he reached for his cell phone and turned on the camera. Maybe Gabriella would have a good idea.
"That's the cake peanut wants; ideas on how to achieve that are welcome" he typed in before pressing send.
A few minutes passed before the phone vibrated in his hand.
"Got a few ;) she'll have her princess cake :)"
Breathing out a sigh of relief he sat down on a barstool and simply waited for his saving angel to arrive.
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Two hours later the kitchen was a complete mess, but none of the people currently in it seemed to care. Violet and Gabriella both wore aprons, while Troy had opted for a black t-shirt (which he soon regretted after the first flour accident). The air was filled with the heavenly aroma of chocolate cake baking in the oven, and Troy was sure he heard his stomach rumble as he bent down to take a look at it.
"Ok, sweetie, can you pour that cup of flour into here?" Gabriella asked as she continued whisking together eggs and sugar with the Mixmaster. Violet nodded and picked up the measuring cup and poured it into the batter.
"Thank you honey. How's the cake looking Troy?"
"A hell of a lot better than mine did," he answered with a chuckle.
"Daddy! That's a bad word!" Violet scolded and sent him her best stern look. Troy did his best not to smile and nodded his head.
"You are very right, Vi. That's a very bad word."
"Why did you say it then?"
"It just slipped out, sweetie," he said and brushed some chocolate powder off her cheek.
"I slipped out a bad word once, but you still god mad," she said and Gabriella turned her head to hide her smile.
"Yes I did."
"Why?"
"Because little girls shouldn't know bad words," Troy simply said and reached for a dirty bowl that needed to be washed so they could make another batter in it.
"Oh…" Seemingly accepting that reason, she turned around and watched as Gabriella put some more ingredients into the mix that would eventually turn into a Swiss roll cake. Across from the two girls, Troy rinsed out a few of the dirty kitchen utensils and placed them on a clean towel. He had not expected to spend the day baking with his daughter and Gabriella, nor had he expected for the scene to remind him so much of something a family would do. Gabriella was treating Violet as if she was her own little girl. She was letting her help out while she baked cakes for a birthday party she hadn't even been invited to. Shaking his head he turned around and looked at the pair. Their backs were turned towards him as Gabriella poured the light yellow substance into a long flat pan. Once done she handed the bowl and spatula to a grinning Violet who stuck out her tongue to lick of the sweetness. Smiling, Gabriella turned to look at the clock. Halfway there, her eyes came to rest on him, and he sent her a smile. Her eyes were questioning, and he simply smiled and shook his head to indicate that nothing was wrong. She raised her eyebrows in suspicion and he couldn't help but chuckle.
"I was just watching you guys," Troy said and raised his arms in surrender. Her melodious giggle rewarded his confession and he simply watched her as she took the chocolate cake out of the oven and placed it on the island.
"That smells yummy!" Violet exclaimed from her place on the stool.
"It sure does, do you think we'll manage to make a castle out of it?" Gabriella asked and reached for one of the abandoned whisks on the counter so she could taste some of the batter.
"Uhu. It's going to be the prettiest cake ever!"
"Maybe, but we're going to have to wait until it's all cold to make the glazing or it'll just melt off."
"That wouldn't be pretty."
"No, that wouldn't be pretty. But we can make a decorate cupcakes while we wait, how does that sound?"
"I love cupcakes!"
"So do I," Gabriella laughed.
"I have to pee first," Violet suddenly exclaimed and Troy chuckled.
"Well then, run ahead peanut. Can you manage with your cast?"
"Yes, daddy," she said and jumped off the stool and ran out of the room, leaving the two grinning adults behind.
"Thanks for this," Troy said as he walked towards Gabriella who was leaning her hip against the island counter.
"Hmm?" she asked, head turning to look at him. Her forehead had traces of flour and on her nose sat an adorably misplaced dot of cake batter that he ached to kiss away.
"For all of this. If you hadn't come over this would have ended in disaster."
"Or with a trip to the bakery."
"Or that… but you know what I mean. Violet is in paradise."
"And you?" she asked, a blush creeping up her cheeks as she averted her eyes. He took a step closer and brushed a stray piece of hair behind her ear before tilting her face upwards. The brown orbs that looked up at him were filled with uncertainty and he quickly leaned down and kissed her nose, efficiently removing the yellow dot.
"Troy…what…"
He didn't let her finish, but captured her lips in a sweet kiss instead. Her response was tentative, as if she was being watched, judged. His hand caressed her cheek and she sighed as he broke the kiss, small smile playing on both their lips.
"He's pretty close to paradise as well," he whispered before pressing his lips against hers in a quick peck.
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It was nearly four o'clock when Gabriella placed the last ice cream cone on the Swiss roll to make the roof for the cake castles tower. She really was rather impressed with how the cake had turned out. A few things were different from the picture in Violet's book, but all in all it looked very similar. The round chocolate cake had formed the base of the castle, while the Swiss roll had become two little towers. Everything had been covered in white glazing and now looked like a proper little castle.
On the barstool next to her Violet grinned as she looked at the final product. For a while she hadn't understood how those different cakes could become a castle, but now it was finished and, in her opinion, it was even better than the one in her book.
"That's the prettiest cake I've ever seen," the little girl said as Gabriella wrote Happy 6th Birthday Violet! on the cake tray with pink icing. The party was due to start at 4.30 and Gabriella had agreed to fill in for one of the tap instructors at the dance studio at 5, meaning she had to leave soon if she was ever to get ready on time.
"Thank you, honey," she said and picked up the tray to place in the fridge until it would be eaten.
"Daddy can I go change so Gabriella can see my pretty dress?" Violet asked with pleading eyes.
"Yes you can," Troy nodded as he placed a few packages of hot dogs on the counter. When it came to birthday parties he opted for the easy way out. BBQ a few hotdogs and burgers and make fries. It was quick, it was easy and it was what children loved.
"Will you be ok with all this?" Gabriella asked and jumped up on the island counter. Troy nodded before walking towards her.
"Don't worry, Ella. My parents are coming over and I think Taylor is bringing her niece so I won't be alone with all the girls."
"That's good, I'd stay, but you know…."
"Complicated," he filled in.
"Yeah…complicated," she agreed, a tingle running through her body as he stepped to stand between her legs, hands on her thighs.
"I really cannot thank you enough for today," he said as his hands travelled up around her waist.
"Troy…"
"I know, it's not a problem, but I really do appreciate it, Ella."
"Troy," she said gently.
"Yeah?"
"You're welcome."
There really wasn't much else for Troy to do than lean up and brush his lips against her soft ones. It was sweet, gentle, loving, and Gabriella felt herself smile as the butterflies in her stomach fluttered at his touch. There really wasn't anything like this she decided. Being kissed by Troy Bolton was like nothing she had ever experienced, and she feared that it was something she would quickly get addicted to.
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The moon shone softly when Troy jolted awake at the sound of his phone. Sitting up he reached for the annoying flashing object and pressed the green button.
"Hello?" his voice sounded hoarse and he cleared his throat quickly. The other end was still silent and he scrunched his nose in annoyance.
"Anyone there?" he asked and a sharp intake of breath floated into his ears. Confusion spread on his face and he removed the phone from his ear to look at the caller ID on the screen.
Gabriella
That name was all it took for his heart rate to speed up.
"Ella, are you there?"
"I'm scared."
Her voice was barely above a whisper and he found himself getting out of bed before he even registered that that was what he was about to do.
"Talk to me, Ella. What's going on?" he asked, trying to keep his voice as even, calm and soothing as possible even though his mind was filled with horrible scenarios.
"Someone's here…trying to…"
A loud bang and yelling sounded through the phone before the line went dead. Not caring about shoes or sweaters, Troy ran down the stairs, grabbed the keys to the car and forcefully opened the front door. He didn't care about locking it as his legs carried him towards the garage. As he jumped in, he mentally thanked his parents for suggesting taking Violet home with them that night. Shoving the key in the ignition he started the car and sped towards Gabriella's apartment complex. Something was very wrong and he was not about to let anything happen to her without doing whatever the hell he could to stop it.
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AN: Dum dum dum dum…. Please tell me what you think.
Caroline xx