Be With You co-written by InspiredInk

Miss Darbus handed out packets that morning during homeroom. They were pretty thick and she had put them face down so that they didn't turn it over before she told them to. A few people took the chance to look but Darbus slapped her ruler down on their desk and they immediately put it back before they could read another word. Gabriella was also eager to know what it said; it must've been important since there were so many pages to it. A few teachers had entered the room also and were sitting near the front. Darbus then went over to the board and wrote 'Class Trips are Educational' and very quickly all the students started to talk. These papers were obviously going to inform them of their class trips.

"Class trips are for educational purposes only!" Darbus began and the room fell silent as soon as they heard her voice. "They are for bonding and whatnot but mainly for us to have a fantastic educational experience." A few students rolled their eyes and anticipated the location of this long awaited trip. "This year the school board disagrees with me and has made it more for your own pleasure. Our destination will be…" she sighed. "The sunny sunshine state" she said sarcastically chipper. "Florida." The whole room yelled with excitement. "BUT I can assure you we will be visiting various colleges while in the state. We will be there for six LONG days. This trip is for one forth of the junior class and the others will be going to other places. 124 students including yourselves will be attending this trip. However, this excursion is optional so PLEASE do not feel obligated to come. I repeat PLEASE think of the sunburn, itchy sand, and slow old people. Flip through the packets to find all of the information needed," Ms. Darbus droned on.

The sound of paper hitting wood filled the ears of the students. They were very excited to hear of their trip. Gabriella was actually excited for it also. Although she didn't want to be away from her family, she wanted to be with her friends in Florida on the infamous beaches having fun! Troy gripped her hand and smiled her way.

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The referee blew the whistle and all action on the court stopped as the team members returned to their bench and to their coach. Coach Bolton had called a time-out half way through the third period and the wildcats were down by almost twenty points. The starting team had been playing almost the whole game and were so exhausted and sweaty that they looked like you dropped a bucket of water over them. They were all panting and searching for water bottles to pour into their mouth and over their face.

"Alright guys. What are we doing? We can do this. We all know we can do this. So let's start playing! We don't have much time left so we have to get our heads in the game!" The Coach told them and all the boys managed a hard nod. The Coach put his hand in the center and fifteen other hands joined in.

"What team?" Chad yelled as loud as he could exhaustion showing in every inch of his face. But he was proud to be a wildcat.

"Wildcats!" the others smiled and the Coach did, too.

"What team?" he said even louder.

"WILDCATS!"

"Wildcats!" There hands all went down pressuring the center of the circle and ready to jump up.

"Get'cha head in the game!" They yelled and their hands went up and the five starters went back on the court. Determination showing in their eyes and their hands longing to shoot the ball through the hoop.

The other team threw the ball in and the wildcats put up a good defense but one of their players, number 13, was over six feet tall and with muscles the size of their heads; he charged through almost breaking their arms and dunked the ball in. The ball hit the ground with an ear-shattering noise and number 13 yelled his teams name repeatedly. Then he went into each of the wildcat's face and roared. The wildcats didn't know what to do. They were disappointed and hope was lost amongst them.

Troy turned to look at his father who was worriedly running his hands through his hair and sighing very heavily. He didn't want to let anyone down, especially him. They had all practiced too hard and fought for this moment to show pride and victory. He didn't want his father to look down upon him. He wanted to have one moment in which his father would simply be proud of him and encourage him.

The game carried on with number 13 with a ball in hand. He dribbled it ferociously down the court and Jason tried to block him but he just pushed through. The referee did not blow his whistle to signal a foul. There he was about to get ready to shoot. Troy couldn't take it any longer; he fled his current position and went in front of number 13.

"Ha! You think you stand a chance? You're puny little body could never hold me back." He said. Then he darted at Troy but he remained standing and number 13 pushed him aside. Troy fell to the ground as he dunked it once more. But this was undeniably a foul, and so the referee announced that Troy had a free throw.

"What? No points! Whatever." The buff basketball player protested.

Troy dribbled the ball repeatedly getting ready to shoot but he didn't feel right doing it; he was doubting himself. He looked out at the crowd noticing all the scouts and all his schoolmates counting on him. He couldn't take the pressure; it was more by the second. He shot the ball and it bounced off the rim.

"Troy, you can do it!" he heard Gabriella's voice in the crowd. It was singled out, above all the noise in the gym. Her voice rang through his ears and he smiled as he looked at her. "Remember, 'throw it so that it curves'." She said. Troy nodded and dribbled the ball. He shot it and it went through the hoop as planned and Gabriella was to thank. That was the motivation he needed.

Number 13 sprang up from his feet and took the ball from Chad. He dribbled it examining the court for his next move but Troy ran towards him and stole the ball. The muscular monster couldn't believe it and turned around with anger in his eyes. He charged towards Troy but unlike the giant, awkward player, Troy was agile and speedy. He ran towards the hoop and went in for the lay-up. It went in. The wildcats cheered and the crowd was on their feet. There was the spirit that they were missing. Coach Bolton clapped his hands and smiled at Troy.

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"Great job, Troy." Fellow schoolmates said as they walked out of the gym. They had won the game after the turnover in the 3rd quarter. When all was lost, all he needed was Gabriella's voice to guide him.

"You were great, wildcat." Gabriella said and Troy smiled at her beauty, putting an arm around her. He was wearing his basketball jacket and had changed into normal clothes.

"Thanks." He said.

"Hey, listen, we're going to Zeke's house to celebrate. It's a huge party."

Before he finished explaining to her she said, "I don't think my parents will let me."

"It's just one night. Let's go to the party, come on." Troy said.

Gabriella looked at him uneasily. "No." she said. The truth was Gabriella didn't really like the whole party scene; people usually got drunk and would do things they would eventually regret. It had been a drunk driver that crashed into Vick. She promised herself she would never be part of that.

"Why not?" he pleaded; his blue eyes shining through vividly. Gabriella shook her head and turned away.

"I can't."

Troy looked at her face. There was more to it than just her parents not wanting her to go. Gabriella seemed to be frightened at the thought. He really wanted to spend the night celebrating but at the same time he would rather be with her. After all, if it wasn't because of her, there wouldn't be a party. "Okay so we won't go to the party."

"You can go, Troy. I don't want to spoil your fun or take you away from your friends." She suggested.

He nodded. "That's okay. I want to be with you, anyway." Gabriella hugged him. "I have something for you."

"Really?" her eyes were bright with happiness.

"Yes but you have to close your eyes." Almost immediately she did as he said. He reached into his pocket and took out an elegant, beautiful piece of jewelry. Troy couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she saw it. "Open." He held the necklace before her.

"Oh my gosh! Troy, you didn't have to! It's beautiful." Gabriella said amazed by the necklace. It was sterling silver and had an actual diamond in the middle. It was simple but that made it all the better.

"It matches that ring on your hand." He stated as he went behind her to put it on. Gabriella glanced down at her ring and smiled. She had a piece of the two people that cared for her the most, aside from her parents. Troy placed the necklace delicately upon her chest and hooked it on in the back. Gabriella quickly turned around and kissed him. "Now you are officially my girlfriend."

There's something that I can't describe

It's what I feel

When I look into his eyes

It's something so real

I can tell he cares

Especially when he stares

And it makes me feel wanted

Even when I'm taunted

Even when people put me down

He's always there to turn the situation around

I never thought he'd like me

I never guessed that he would hold me

Who knew that he would kiss me

But he did

And his feelings, he never hid

I want to show the whole world when I hold his hand

I want them to see how lucky I am

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That night, Gabriella came home extremely late. After the game, she and Troy had sat in the park and just talked for what seemed like hours. She wished she could have stayed in his arms forever. She came home to find her mom missing, probably at work, and her dad sleeping on the couch, something he never did because it, 'threw out his back'. It was suspicious but it was late and she wasn't too skeptical about the situation. He probably just had a bad day at work and crashed on the couch before he could make it upstairs.

As she walked towards him to cover him up with a blanket, the good daughter that she is, she noticed the drawer to the bar open. She went over to shut it but saw a mysterious package in it. Inside the slightly open drawer was a bag of white powder. It was chalky and extremely white but Gabriella knew just what it was. Why is this happening? she thought. Dad has never done anything like this. He's successful and has a good family to support him. She shuttered as she dropped the bag and ran upstairs on the verge of tears. She slammed the door behind her and sunk to the ground, her back sliding down the cold wooden door. It must be a mistake, she thought. But should I talk to him? This is too much. Why me? Why now?

Now, she needed Troy more than ever. He was the only person that was real to her anymore. Everyone else had faded away, caught in their own fantasy dimension. Her tears dripped down her face making a pool on her smooth floor. Nothing was right in the world and she was too confused to function. Solemnly, she forced herself to get into the bed and envelope herself in something warm to get rid of all of the cold harsh realities.

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It was Saturday morning and sunshine poured through her window. Gabriella rolled around in her soft white sheets trying to fall back to sleep but the sun kept distracting her. She looked up drowsily and squinted to see her clock; it was almost ten. She hadn't slept so long in a while but she was thankful that she did. As she pushed away the covers she let out a yawn.

Still half asleep, she stumbled across the room and into her bathroom so that she could take a shower trying to forget what happened last night. All last night she had tried to think of something happy to get her mind off of everything and so she began singing "You are the Music in Me" in her head. The song was catchy and Kelsi and her were to blame. They were a great duo and each talented song writers. She looked at herself in the mirror, distressed and somber, and washed her face as she hummed the tune. Gabriella got undressed and entered the shower still singing. "When you dream there's a chance you'll find a little laughter or happy ever after…" her voice echoed as it bounced off the walls of the shower. Steam was starting to come out of the top of the shower.

There was a noise at the window and Gabriella turned around. The window was all the way across from her and it was a small one basically closed by the panes. She kept her eye on it and then saw something hit it again. Maybe it was a squirrel throwing acorns. She realized she had an overactive imagination and went back to her shower. It hit the window again and Gabriella turned off the water and wrapped a towel around her body.

As she approached the window, she tied her hair back. Gabriella opened the panes and then the window to find herself staring down at Troy. He had a few rocks in his hands. She couldn't help but to smile at him; how cheesy.

"Gabriella!" he yelled from downstairs. Her parents were already off to work, if that's really where her dad was going; they left at nine and her mother returned at two while her father returned at five. "Come down!"

"I'm kind of taking a shower." She said.

Troy's smile grew bigger. "Okay then I'll come up stairs!" he suggested. He was already headed for the front door but Gabriella yelled after him.

"No, you can stay right where you are and I'll just hurry up." She grinned at him, elated to see a comforting face after last night's confusing drama.

"I like my plan better." Gabriella laughed at him and without another word returned to her shower. Troy sighed as he waited for her to finish.

Gabriella left the shower still with her towel around her to find Troy sitting on her bed waiting. She screamed and moved back. "Troy! What are you doing here?"

"I couldn't wait to see you." He said. He was looking her up and down.

"Turn around!" Gabriella said as she realized what he was doing. He did and Gabriella went into her closet to change. "As much as I enjoy you're surprises, I could've done without that one." She told him as she pulled on her underwear. It was very uncomfortable to change in her closet but she couldn't do it in her room. Many girls her age were rather promiscuous and would have stripped it all off in front of Troy Bolton, but Gabriella was shy and more kept to herself. But Troy respected that, or at least she thought so.

"I'm going to take you to my house and then at night we're going to a bonfire on the beach whether you like it or not." Troy confirmed. He wouldn't take no for an answer. He had anticipated her to say no that's why he had come in person.

"I don't know if I can go; it's not really a good time."

"I'll ask your mom right now." Troy started towards the phone but Gabriella pushed the closet door open.

"Okay; I'll go." She didn't want him talking to her parents right now. Who knows what they were going through. She stepped out and noticed her shirt wasn't pulled all the way down. It was right above her belly button. She snatched it down and took the phone away from Troy.

He sat down on her bed as she organized a few things. Gabriella hadn't really organized or cleaned her room in a while and it was a bit embarrassing for Troy to see it. He had never been in her room until today. In fact, she had never had another man in her room that wasn't part of her family. Troy glanced down at the notebook on her night desk and took it in his hands.

"What's this?" he flipped through a few pages.

Gabriella looked at him and grabbed the notebook. "Don't look at that. Keep your hands to yourself, mister." He held his hands up defensively and then put them on his laps.

"What have you got there anyway?"

"Poems." She said and placed it on her desk next to the pen.

"Can I see it?"

"It's not done yet." Gabriella lied.

"I'll wait then." That was Troy being Troy; he was understanding and knew when to stop asking for something. She decided that he was so sweet that she should give him a kiss. And so she did. Realizing what she was going to do, Troy smiled and kissed her back with his hands on her waist. "Hmm…I should come over more often."

Gabriella laughed and continued to clean her room mesmerized by Troy and slowing forgetting about her father. Troy pulled her hand back so that he dragged her body towards him. "Come on, let's go. You can do this later."

People, when I say I need suggestions it means give me suggestions!!!!! So I need suggestions! Give em toooo meeee: ) I think I know what I'm going to do after their troyella filled Saturday, there will be a nice surprise. Oh and that class trip will be…fun, too. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW IF YOU WANT TO SEE THE TROYELLA DATE! Oh and the thing with her daddy is kind of dramatic but you see…hey it happens…