Here's the next chapter. I personally think it's one of my better written chapters, I'm thinking that watching the royal wedding may have to add to that, but I may be wrong. I actually had this one prewritten, I mean I wrote it and waited before posting so I could get ahead on typing:). Yeah, that means that I actually have more chapters(okay chapter) ready to go! Pat on the back for me. Also, thanks everyone for the reviews on got on the past chapter, I love reading them because I get happy! Any who read on readers read on...

~Blast to the Past~

"Yeah, sure. I don't have anything else to do tonight so why not?"

"Okay, we're meeting around 7 because we're going to head to dinner before hitting the club. I'll write down the address," I grabbed a Post-It note and wrote down the information for Troy. "Here you go. See you later."

Jackson left, and I went to my closet to start my perilous adventure to find the perfect outfit to wear…

I dug around in my closet for something to wear for the party. I wanted something that would be acceptable to wear to a semi-nice restaurant and then to a club. I found a nice blouse that was a deep purple that hugged all the right places and had a neckline that wouldn't show off the girls too much but showed them off enough and a pair of light wash skinny jeans. I grabbed a pair of sandals that had a little bit of a wedge heel.

As I walked to my bathroom to do my hair and apply makeup I grabbed my phone. I didn't want to mess around with texting while doing my hair so I called Sharpay.

"What's up Gabi?" Sharpay asked when she finally picked up her phone.

"Hey Sharpay, I just wanted to call to give you the heads up that I invited Jackson to dinner and then the club afterwards. Is that okay?" I asked the words spilling out of my mouth like rushing water over Niagara Falls.

"Um, yeah but you are the one that's going to have to deal with Troy and Jackson both," Sharpay warned. I knew she was right and that this was going to end badly but I had to look at the positive and only show her the positive.

"Sharpay don't think such things. Troy and Jackson can become friends," even though I had attempted to sound confident but I failed and my voice sounded questionable.

"Um, yeah, sure they can," Sharpay sarcastically commented. "That's what Troy did with all the boys that kissed, wait no, looked at you in any sexual manner in high school. Yeah, Troy and Jackson could possibly become friends as long as Troy boy doesn't find out about Jackson kissing you in the park."

Hearing about Troy's protectiveness in high school brought back memories of when one of the boys on the football team was staring me down like a piece of meat and Troy set him straight.

It was the night of one of the basketball games, one of the early ones where there are a few people that come to them outside of the parents and kids that are stuck doing concession stands for one club or another. I was a sophomore, and I was going with Taylor and Sharpay who were my new friends. We were sitting in the student section of the gym that was decked out in red and white, East High's school colors. The alarm for half time rang.

"I'll go get food," I called to Taylor and Sharpay. They nodded as they made a beeline to the large group of guys that were talking on the basketball court.

I went to the concession stands that were outside the gym's doors. I got a few boxes of candy and three waters. On my way back to the stands one of the varsity football players stopped me. I didn't want to tell him to get out of my way, that's like telling God that he's in the way and that you'd like him to move. Okay, God would probably be nicer than the varsity football player. He was staring at me in a very lustful way. "Excuse me," I squeaked.

"I don't think that we've met before. My name's Brendon," he said in a cocky manner like his name was the best word ever invented.

"I know," I commented back, my voice small in comparison to his confident and egotistical tone.

"Of course you do," he stated nonchalantly as if everyone knew him, which was true. "So what are you doing after the game tonight? A few of my boys and I are having a party over at his house I think that you should come," his eyes started to roam my body even more than before.

I unconsciously moved the candy up to cover the v-neck of my 'Go Wildcats' t-shirt that I was wearing. "No thanks. I have other things to do, but thank you very much for the invitation," I stated as politely as I could and it was louder than before because my confidence was growing with every second that I talked to him. I started to move towards the door but I was stopped.

"Wait a minute," his arm was held out into the air in front of me, stopping me from moving any farther. "No one, especially some underclassmen tells me no. You're going you little bitch," He grabbed my arm which made me drop the bottles of water and boxes of candy that I had been holding.

"Ahem, I don't think she wants to go with you, bastard," I heard a voice behind me say. I looked behind me, as did Brendon, to see Troy standing there in his Wildcat's basketball uniform his hair dark with sweat that was rolling down his face.

"Who do you think you are telling me that? You're just some sophomore basketball boy who doesn't know his place in this school. Go back to your little game and let the big boy get the girl," Brendon snarled.

Troy just stood there watching Brendon; turned around and walked away. I stood there with my mouth wide open. There was no way in hell that Troy would do that. "Now back to us. You are going to go to the party, I will make sure of it," Brendon spat at my face.

"Mr. Hanson is there a problem between you and this young lady?" the man behind that voice was none other than Mr. Rhinefield, the vice principal and assistance varsity coach. And standing behind him was Troy with a smile of victory written on his face. Brendon let go of my arm and I ran into Troy's welcoming arms and we watched as Brendon tried to get out of claiming responsibility to the events that had just occurred. After that every time someone laid their hands on me that I didn't allow had to answer to Troy Bolton.

Sharpay made quite a few good points, "Okay, you're probably right. But we have to make sure that Troy doesn't find out about Jackson and me kissing. I don't want to sound ho like to him. Especially since he and I had just kissed today and I don't want to ruin it." I gasped and covered my mouth with my hand after I told Sharpay the one thing that I didn't want out of the bag that Troy and I were dating.

"Ah, so you two have finally hooked up, again. It's been a few days I'm surprised that you two haven't started going at each other yet."

"We're taking it slow so that we don't just have a physical relationship but an emotional relationship," okay so Troy and I hadn't exactly said that but hey it sounded good, did it not? "I think that we may actually go somewhere with this."

"Okay sweetie. I just don't want to see you get hurt again," Sharpay said in a concerned tone.

"Yeah, I know. Well I got to go finish getting ready for tonight. Bye," and with that I hung up. My hair was straight, I mean it was 'wow, is your hair naturally straight and you straightened it' straight. I had decided to go a little more dramatic with my make up since it was the evening and I was going out for dinner and clubbing.

I grabbed my car keys, kissed my dog good bye and headed for Troy's hotel.

I arrived at his hotel in no time at all. I quickly run up to his room and walk in, I had gotten a key to his room when I had walked in. "Hello? Is anyone alive out there?" I called using a line from the movie Titanic.

"Yes I'm alive. But I'm drowning in decisions," Troy called back.

"I'm coming good sir to save you," I said running dramatically to the room that he was using for a bedroom. He was standing in the midst of piles of clothing, staring out into the distance like he was trying to figure something out. "Duh duh duh duh, I'm here," I sang.

That took him out of the trance that he was in, "Okay then HELP ME!"

"What do you need help with?" I asked him, I knew that he couldn't pick out an outfit but I wanted him to tell me just to hear him talk.

"I need help with finding an outfit to wear to the restaurant and then the club," he exclaimed. He held up a shirt and a pair of pants and said, "Do these go together? Are they not suitable for the restaurant? Are they too dressy for the club? I don't know!"

"Calm down," I told him. "You sound like a teenage girl," I muttered as I walked towards one of the many piles of clothing and looked through them. I grabbed a light grey long sleeve shirt and a white wife beater to go underneath it. I handed these to Troy and then walked over to another of the piles. I dug through it and found a pair of dark wash jeans. "Here, put these on as well. Now that I found your outfit for tonight, go change into it."

Troy emerged from the bathroom looking quite sexy in his grey long sleeve shirt and jeans. He was smiling which really pulled together the clothing. "I think that it looks good. Now what pair of shoes?" he asked me. I went over to the closet and drew out a pair of dark grey converse.

"Okay, I think that we're ready to go," I said as I turned around and walked towards the door. However, before I could make it to the door I felt a strong pair of arms enwrap themselves around my body.

"Mmm, do we have to go yet?" he asked. I turned around in his arms and faced him and gave him a questioning look. "I mean I need help with my hair. It's not up to standard yet."

"That's a good excuse. Come on, we'll get it styled to perfection," I said with a smile that said more than just styling hair was applied.

"Gladly," he said as we walked hand and hand to the bathroom.

I took the bottle of styling gel from the counter and squeezed some into my hand. I rubbed my hands together and started working on Troy's hair I could reach his head because he was sitting down on the bed in his room, and I sat down behind him. I was massaging and sculpting his hair at the same time. I quickly finished, bent down and gave him a quick kiss on the neck and jumped off the bed. "Hey, get back here," he yelled after me.

I dashed into the little kitchen area and hid behind a wall that was separating the kitchen from the rest of the open room. I tried muffling the giggles that were escaping the confines of my mouth, but I was fruitless in the attempt. Troy snuck up behind me and tackled me to the ground. I was laughing extremely hard and so was he. He rolled off of me and I went and rolled onto him. We were looking into each other's eyes as I lowered my head to have our lips meet. I should have known that as soon as our lips met that we weren't going to be getting up for a while, which we didn't.

My plump lips were pressed against his when I felt his wet tongue asking for entrance into my mouth and I let him in. Our tongues wrestled each other while our hands explored each other, but also in a manner that was acceptable to our no rushing terms that we were sort of breaking by making out.

I let my mind let me start to think again, and I pulled back from our embrace/make out session. "I'm thinking that we've spent too much time here on the ground and that we should be heading off or else Sharpay will be sending out a search party for us," my breath was ragged while trying to tell Troy that bit of information. Troy just nodded. I slid off his body and stood up then helped Troy off the ground.

We dusted off and made sure that we looked presentable like we hadn't made out and then went off to dinner.

Troy and I arrived at Il Giardino an Italian restaurant (The Garden) where we were to be having dinner. We walked into the restaurant and told the maître Montez, which was what our reservations were under. Another waitress came up to us and showed Troy and I to where everyone else was sitting, looking at their menus. There were some conversations that I could hear. Taylor was talking to her date, Chad, and Sharpay was making conversation with her date Zeke and Jackson. Troy and I sat down in the last two chairs that were around the circular table which were between Jackson and Chad. I sat next to Jackson and Troy was next to Chad.

"Hey everyone," I started off. I didn't want to sit there in awkward silence and I was thinking that Troy wouldn't start off the conversation.

"Hello," basically everyone started off. Then Taylor took over the conversation. "Since everyone doesn't know everyone how about we go around and say our names."

Yes it was a very childish thing to do but we did it anyways because how else were you to know everyone when you are not sitting next to them having a conversation with them, and this sounded like a good way to start. "Oh, can we also say something about ourselves as well since we're going to go back to acting like kindergarteners?" Sharpay chirped in.

"Uh sure, and I can start us off. Well, let's see. Hi, my name is Gabriella Montez, but everyone calls me Gabi. Okay, almost everyone calls me Gabi," I had to change that because Troy gave me a look and he never calls me Gabi, it's always been Brie. "Now, for the interesting fact, hmm I uh have a pet poodle named Shadow."

"Gabi, we all know that, etch that most all of us know that. Give us something interesting," Taylor said.

"Fine, fine, I read like crazy, I read Pride and Prejudice every year in February, The Great Gatsby every June, and Gone with the Wind every October. Is that enough?" I asked.

"Yeah I think that's enough," Jackson said. "Okay, I'll take over now. So my name is Jackson Bouring. An interesting fact about me is that um in high school I used to think that acting was really stupid and now I act as a living, does that count as a random bit of information?"

We shook are head yes. Next up was Sharpay. "Hi my name is Sharpay Evans," she said a little too bubbly for most people. "A really cool fact about me is that I collect movies from back in the day, like the 1920s and 1930s. I mean who doesn't love Charlie Chaplin?"

"Hello, my name is Zeke Baylor. I am a student at the Institute of Culinary Education and next summer I'm going to Paris to study under some of the best chefs in the world!" Zeke exclaimed. The few other times that I had met him it was very brief and Sharpay was usually making out with him. He was a tall lanky African-American man that seemed like he was laid back and casual, exactly what over the top and glamorous Sharpay needs.

After Sharpay was Taylor, "Hey I'm Taylor McKessie. A intriguing bit of information about me is, um, I think that it's the fact that I love planting and gardening and the outdoors, it's just so amazing," Taylor gushed. We all started to laugh a little at the enthusiasm of Taylor's love of gardening.

"I'm Chad Danforth, and an interesting fact about me is that I've lived in Albuquerque, New Mexico, Princeton, New Jersey, Jacksonville, Florida, and now New York, New York," Chad had said.

"Hm, we've all lived in Albuquerque, that's weird that we haven't met," I thought out loud.

"Hey Chad, what color of house did you live in and on what street?" Troy asked. We all looked at him oddly.

"Uh I think I lived in a dark blue house on Winston Street," he replied.

"That's funny; I lived in a dark blue house on Winston Street. My parents still own that house," I once again said out loud.

"Chad, did you have a best friend there? 'Cause I think that I may have known you," Troy asked mysteriously. His cryptic questions were confusing and I couldn't keep up with his logic.

"Of course I had a best friend, he lived right next door to me. I think his name was Troy," Chad looked as if he was in a deep thought or maybe a memory had pulled him into his head. Everyone was looking at Troy and Chad.

All of a sudden Troy started to speak, "Hello, my name is Troy Bolton. I lived in Albuquerque, New Mexico and when I was thirteen years old my best friend moved to New Jersey, and I never saw him again. That is until today." Chad looked up and over at Troy.

"Dude," Chad and Troy shared a little man hug that men do in a time of manly love between bros.

"So, you're the guy who used to live in my old house, and the guy that Troy used to talk about all the time," I said.

"Yeah, I guess I am that guy,' Chad replied. He was African-American, but unlike Zeke he had a large curly afro and had a smile that almost always blessed his face, well it was always there when I saw him.

After that the food came and the talking continued.

Well that was extremely fun to type! I am proud of myself for making it to about 3,000ish words this chapter. I hoped you enjoyed it, because I was about to cut off at the part before Troy and Gabi go to the restaurant but I thought that you may kill me if I did that, so I didn't! The next few chapters will (hopefully) go quicker paced then the rest of the chapters. Typing them right now! Now, can you all do me a little favor and click that review button down there, yeah the one that has the word review on it. Click it, and write something. If you do I may, etch that I will send you the first 300 words of the next chapter! SO REVIEW!:)

Yours,

~Kai~