11th September
Albuquerque, Blue Eyed Mexico.
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If I sit back on the bed that I'm lying on right now, and let everything go - worries and all - and close my eyes, all I can see is blue. The kind of blue that locks you into the position you were in; that makes you stare; that makes you wish you were closer. And when they belong to a gorgeous face, it seems impossible to want to fight the urge - to go up and run your hands over his face and defined jaw, pulling him closer to you, and looking right into those fiery blue pools.
Those eyes, belong to Troy Bolton.
He arrived today, and I seemed to know about it even before the bus door had opened, and I stepped onto the school grounds. There was no-one around the edges of the area, just all of them piled into one spot in the middle of a grassy patch. People were silent, their eyes glued to the middle of the circle. As I and a few more people from school stepped off the bus, there was already people running up to the buss doors to drag people in the large group's direction. Mutters of 'he's here' and 'Troy's back' were heard, and as soon as I heard this news, I rolled my eyes. He must be big news, to get this much of a reaction from the minute he arrives.
But Gabriella Montez, as I've said before, doesn't do 'big news'. I tend to stay away from those sort of things. They usually always lead a think trail to trouble, and since I was new to this small city, and school, I didn't need the extra attention. So I took off in the direction of the school doors, leaving behind blue eyed boy and his followers.
I tried to avoid him all day, but apparently he was having none of that. It appeared that he would be in my registration class; a fact that I' hoped to have been able to ignore, but as soon as he stepped into the classroom as voice level heightened drastically, making it heard to move my eyes from the group.
I hadn't seen him at that point. But apparently he'd seen me. I had been looking down at my notebook, casually doodling away, pretending to be practising for Art, which I had at some point today. The noise almost ground to a halt, and although I could hear the decrease of noise, I didn't dare look up. If I had I think I would have seen eyes all over me - I could feel their stares - and that, no doubt that would make me blush.
He probably noticed I didn't want anything to do with his gang.
He probably saw I was trying to avoid them at all costs.
And he probably saw this as an opportunity to 'test' the new girl.
I remember vaguely what he said, but unfortunately it was quite hard to concentrate. Throughout the conversation he used the power he knew his eyes had. The power to capture, and never let go. I was almost mesmerised; but I could handle it. For he didn't expect what was coming.
This was how the conversation went,
"So, you're the new girl. I've heard quite a lot about you." He seemed to stalk closer to the table which I, the prey, was sitting at. I didn't like that he was coming into my personal space without my permission.
I remember becoming rigid. "Yes. That's nice." I sort of mumbled, and looked back down at my book, hoping he'd give up. From the other side of the room, opposite from where all the others were standing watching, was Kelsi. I saw the sympathetic look she gave me, throwing her back a 'help me!' look. She shrugged. Things like this must happen to everyone new who comes here.
I presume he nodded, or something like that. I still had my head buried in my notebook. "Oh yes. It's very nice…"
"Gabriella." I filled in my name for him. I couldn't help but look back at those shocking orbs he presented me. I was nearly hypnotised. And for a moment I thought he was a nice guy.
Wrong.
"Gabriella. Nice name. But, do you know what would be even nicer?" He stalked closer, and I tried to move backwards, weary.
I shook my head, my indignant steak finally coming through. If there was ever going to be a confrontation, I could feel it in my bones before it even started. It was an excellent technique, or gift I had mastered. Right then, the blood was pumping fast. I remember the feeling as I sit here, clearly.
I looked back at him, rigid, but I stood my ground. "What would that be, Troy?"
He looked momentarily taken aback, but quickly covered up his shock. I felt like smirking, but things were going too fast in this conversation - which was still being watched, even by Ms Darbus - to think about such things.
His shoulders rubbed mine, and he electrocuted me slightly. "If you,' he stroked the sensitive skin beside my eyes and ear, 'and me,' he continued while lowering his hand to stroke my cheek, 'got together sometime."
He finished his process, and then cupped my cheek in his hand, leaning forward with his gaze penetrating into me. I remember thinking, 'Is this supposed to startle me? To make me agree?' At that point I know what I'd thought was right all along, and had to put an end to this.
I reached up, dragging my fingers slowly, tauntingly up his arm, feeling the strong veins almost shiver under my touch. I watch his eyes, and the flash of lust, or comprehension in his aqua eyes. My hands continued their journey, until they had reach his hand, which was now tingly. I grasped it lightly, taking it away from my face, and giving it back to his arm, swinging beside his hip.
Then I remember smiling in a smug way. Right on cue, as if I was meant to play this part, the bell rang. I noticed that no-one was motioning to leave, too engrossed in my 'play' to imagine leaving. From the corner of my eye, Kelsi was smirking in approval. I lifted my bag onto my shoulder, watching the confusion write itself on his facial features.
And then I leant into his ear.
"No chance."
Then I left the room. I've got to tell you, Diary (because I do think of you as a real person!) that I've never felt so proud of myself than today, when I crushed Troy Bolton in front of his crew. That will b something I remember for a long time.
And I don't even regret it. How could I? It was clear from the very first step he took that he thought he'd won me already. No way. I'm not a prize; something to be owned. He can forget ever being with me, in any way.
I will not be a quick shag for Troy Bolton, because here he I known to have done that to too many cheerleaders. I lost count after the first few Kelsi had told me. But I will not be anything like them. I think he now thinks of me as a puzzle. Or will tomorrow…
For the rest of the day, it seemed he was in a mood with me.
My estimations of Albuquerque are getting better and better!
A/N; My longest chapter so far, people! Are you proud? Lol. I really enjoyed writing this, and strangely enough it came out better than I imagined. Yay!
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