CHAPTER 11- FOCUS

It seemed like my new job was to piece together facts about Troy Bolton that seemed to make sense now.

Like why his parents didn't like me. It was simply because I was human, and they didn't want their son to hang around and be friends with someone who could be a potential meal. They were just concerned about their son, and maybe afraid that he would hurt me accidentally.

I sat down on the floor while I waited my turn to perform our jazz number that we were practicing for competition. We were doing it in groups of three's for the first time this year, so others could sit out and see what it looked like from the audience's perspective.

The rest of my dance class clapped as I looked up at the three that had just finished. It was my turn now. I stood up and my legs shook beneath me. I balanced myself and walked to my starting position, waiting for the music to start.

The rhythm of the song ran through my mind and through my body, and my body did the routine that I had practiced so many times. We had practiced the dance so many times I could be thinking about something completely different and my body would move the right way to the music without my mind focussing. This was what was happening right now. I had a habit of letting my mind wander instead of focussing on pulling up and in other parts staying grounded. I didn't have to think about pointing my toes, as it came naturally now after all my years of dance lessons. I didn't have to think about making my head snap to the front sharply, it came with the choreography of the dance. I didn't have to think about Troy Bolton but I was.

"Gabriella focus!" My dance teacher called, noticing I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing. I looked at my reflection in the mirror as I kicked my leg up in perfect time with the other two girls. I realized we were nearing the end of the dance and I tried to stay focus for the last thirty seconds. Troy could have killed me. The image of him and me on my bed as his lips parted and how drawn in I was.

The music stopped just before we could end the dance and I looked up startled at my dance teacher.

"Gabriella, I don't know what you're thinking about but you need to focus at these practices, our first competition is in two weeks Gabriella! I need you all to be trying your hardest to pay attention!" My dance teacher said to me and I looked down at my feet.

"Sorry," I muttered breathlessly.

"Don't be sorry Gabriella, just concentrate next time okay? You have an amazing talent and I want to see you perform to your best ability so others can see that."

I nodded and she started the music again as the three of us ended the dance. The other girls clapped slowly and I took a seat back at the front of the room, as the next three dancers stood up.

I couldn't keep Troy Bolton off my mind.

"You should know I got in trouble today at dance class because of you." I said to Troy and laughed.

He looked upset for a second but then laughed, "Really? And what did you do?"

"Well I wasn't concentrating while I was dancing again, you know how that happens." I said and he nodded.

"And how does that involve me?" He asked even though I was pretty sure he knew.

"Well I was obviously thinking about you, instead of my dancing." I said and looked for his reaction.

Troy smiled at me, my favourite smile. "Has anyone every told you that you think too much?" He asked.

"Yup," I said and he hugged me abruptly.

I hugged him back and was surprised when he didn't pull back, but pulled me down onto my bed with him.

"What's with the random hug?" I asked into his hair.

"I missed you." He said and I smiled.

"Troy I saw you today at school."

"I know," he said and I think it was because he didn't get to see me dance today; he had basketball practice.

"So how's basketball going?" I asked because I realized we didn't talk about it much.

"S'alright, the coach is working us pretty hard. We have our second game this Friday. That I've already decided you're going to."

"Oh so I'm forced to go to one of you're basketball games am I? What if I don't want to go?"

Troy laughed knowing I was only kidding, "Well, I'm making you, you don't have a choice."

"Nah, I want to go see you play Troy don't worry,." Troy was starting to feel warm under beside me for once.

"Troy?" I said into his shoulder.

"Mmm," he responded.

"I miss the old Troy," I said hugging him tighter.

"I'm still the old Troy Gabs, don't forget that." He said into my hair. I realized I just wanted to forget everything I'd just learned about him. I wanted to be in blissful ignorance to the fact that he could kill me at any moment.

"I know." I said smiling slightly. "Are you warm?"

"Yes," he said stroking my hair now. "Warmer than I've ever been I think."

"Good," I said and smiled one last time before sleep consumed me.

Sorry this chap is pretty boring, its just a filler, things will get intense very soon don't worry! And its pretty short, bear with me they get longer I swear.

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