Hearts on the Dance Floor

Chapter 9

Gabriella found herself walking along the beach with her Elliot boyfriend rolled shorts, her bikini under. She didn't have a shirt over the top half of her body because it was way too hot for her today so she opted to take it off when she started walking. Her blue-cased iPhone was resting in the pocket of her shorts as the matching blue headphones blasted Pitbull's Krazy into her head.

She was wearing her American Eagle flip flops and her Aviators. In her Marc Jacobs tote bag, she had a bunch of books from school and her shirt that she had worn thrown in there as she hadn't been back to her room since the last school bell rang. (profile)

She had worn her bikini because dance class was at the beach today in some kind of effort to try some new ways of dancing. They had to learn to move in the sand and in water. The day had gone surprisingly well, but she had spent most of the day thinking and worrying.

She could go to jail. She would be a convict. It would go on her record and Troy would hate her. How was she going to deal with this? Maybe she shouldn't have come out to California in the first place. If she knew she was going to get arrested anyway she would have stayed right where she was.

"Gabriella!" The brunette turned to see Troy running at her, still dressed in his shorts and t-shirt from school and his drawstring bag swinging from his back as he ran. "Hey, what's up? You kind of left CSA in a hurry."

"Oh, uh, just thinking about stuff."

"Want to share?"

She sighed, biting her lip. "Not really, it's a bit personal."

"Right, well there's a reason why I came to find you...I uh was wondering when exactly you want to do that second date thing? I mean I really like you; you're so different from the girls here and I like that about you." He sent her a charming smile to which she turned away from, looking at the sand

"Uh, I don't know. It's been busy and I kind of need some time to myself for a while," she confessed.

"Oh," he said and Gabriella felt weird since this was the first time she really saw him look nervous. "I guess we'll figure it out later then."

Gabriella looked at him. "Troy, I want to go out with you again. I just…a lot of things are happening right now and I feel I need some me time. I want to take this slow, so if you'll understand I'm not ready for this right now."

Troy nodded. "Okay then. That's not what I was expecting, but I'll deal with it."

"I'm really sorry..."

"Troy!" Gabriella watched as a very perky blond in a tiny skirt and a belly shirt bounced up to them.

She looked at Troy curiously, but he had stopped and was looking at the blond, not meeting her eye.

"I had such a good time last night," the blonde said smiling and playing with his t-shirt as she looked at him seductively. "You were amazing. We should definitely do it again sometime."

Troy pulled at her hand. "Mandy…"

Gabi watched as the blond cut him off, going for a full on kiss on the lips and becoming successful. She then scoffed, turning and walking away, not believing the bullshit line he had just given her minutes ago about really liking her.

Troy pushed the girl away as soon as he saw Gabriella's figure leaving from the corner of his eye. "Gabriella," he grabbed her pulling her to him, but she just pulled right away.

"Really like me huh?" she asked.

"I...That was nothing. I do like you and I do want a second date with you."

"Normally, when someone likes another person, he doesn't sleep with someone else," she countered about to turn again but he stopped.

"It was bad on my part, but you know how I am and..."

She nodded. "I know exactly how you are Troy. And that's why I don't need the drama. I've got enough personal issues without having to worry about relationship stuff with you. I'll see you tomorrow for practice."

He watched as she walked away and sucked his teeth; ignoring the blonde as she came up to him again and mentally stabbed himself for his whorish actions.

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"Ow, Danforth, what the hell?" Sharpay screeched at the curly headed boy as he grabbed her arm and dragged her off to a private corner in the halls of CSA.

"What's up with your girl Gabriella?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Why is she at CSA? And I want the truth, the whole truth. What isn't she telling Troy?"

Sharpay shook her head and moved to go around him. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"She's in some kind of trouble with the law and could be going to jail," Chad said to her back.

She stopped and whipped her head around, her highlight ponytail almost smacking herself in the face. "How do you know about that?"

Chad sighed, walking closer so that the conversation didn't get any louder and stayed private. "She was on the phone with some guy named Sam last night and she was talking about going to jail."

Sharpay tried to rack her brain and think back. "Jail? No she…she's here because they're giving her a chance to change her life around so she won't go to jail."

"That's why she's at CSA?"

"You can't tell anyone," Sharpay warned. "Not anyone, Troy especially."

"Why won't she tell Troy?"

"She's ashamed! I mean would you go around telling people?"

"Sharpay, Troy really likes her. And I mean really likes her."

Sharpay rolled her eyes. "That's why he slept with another girl the day before he asked about their second date?"

Chad sighed. "Okay, well he can be stupid sometimes, but that's just how he is. That's what girls do to him. They make him nuts."

Sharpay laughed. "I think he already had that covered."

"Well, he's serious this time. You should think about telling him the truth."

"Troy can't handle the truth," Sharpay said. "He can't even handle not sleeping with a bunch of girls for a week."

"Look, I know he's a jerk and that it was pretty stupid of him, but he tries. Tell Gabi he means best."

Sharpay shrugged. "Whatever, Danforth. Stop doing your friends dirty work. Maybe if he wants Gabriella's attention he'll try harder."

She walked away and Chad watched her walk, whistling and checking her out. "Man, the things we do for girls."

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Gabriella's POV

I sat on the beach that night, in my shorts and bikini from earlier, only this time no shades, or bag, or iPhone or books with me. Just me, my clothes, and my head. I was sort of hurt by the fact that Troy had slept with some other girl. Not to mention some blonde bimbo.

Although, we weren't together and technically I had no control over what he did or didn't do. It just kind of annoyed me that he asked for a second date and then goes off to sleep with some girl he'll probably never want to see again unless for sex.

I didn't even understand why I was dwelling over this anyway. It's not like I liked Troy…was it? My head started hurting with the now possible thought that I could like Troy. As much more than a friend.

I replayed all the events that had happened since we met. The awkward first meeting, the blatant flirting, the instant connection through dance. And the most recent even that played in my head was the kiss we shared in the dance studio yesterday. It was like a record that was scratched and so now it was stuck skipping and the line of the song was the line where the boy and girl kiss.

As much as I relived it in my head, and thought about how much of a connection I felt when Troy and I were in the same room, my head couldn't wrap around the thought.

The last thing I needed to do now was get my head locked around a guy, especially now. There was so many things Troy had yet to learn about me and so many things I wanted to tell him, but it scared me to think about the reaction I would get.

I didn't want to get close, because I knew very well Troy was the type to hurt people, whether it be intentional or by accident. I had been through enough drama and seen enough relationships to know how it went and how it ended and every time I would turn to drugs and alcohol. And considering what I was stuck in now, I didn't need to go back to any old habits. I hadn't had one cigarette or drink since I'd been at CSA because I've been so busy with Troy and school and trying not to get myself sent to jail. I knew one slip up would cause me to relapse and I don't know if I could deal with the consequences this time.

But if there's one thing I learned from my massively screwed up life style, it was that sometimes life could throw some pretty shitty situations at you and you just had to try your best to overcome it, and risks were a part of that.

A/N: okay so this chapter made no sense. The chapter kind of didn't need to be here maybe but i don't know it's a filler i guess cuz i'm busy trying to work out the future chapters but i don't want the story to go buy so quick so i'm trying not to finish it earlier but then i don't want to make it boring so i'm reworking ideas in my head to make the story better. REVIEW

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