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Chapter 8: Talk with Coach

Officer Harris walked the stairs and found the guys still occupying the lobby. He shook his head thinking of the petite brunette who was sobbing hysterically in Troy Bolton's arms.

Walking up to the redhead, "Son." The boy looked up, "You Carl?" When the boy nodded Office Harris continued, "You and I need to have a chat." Carl went pale and his friends went to make a beeline for the door. "I wouldn't I know your names I'll find you at school tomorrow."

Grudgingly the boys turned around and sat down in their previously occupied seats, "Now let's talk about this little obsession you have with Gabriella Montez…"

Troy, Zeke, Chad, and Jason combed the campus twice over until they found Jordan and Hunter coming out of a microeconomics class. "Dude." Troy tapped Jordan on the shoulder.

Jordan and Hunter turned around, ceasing their conversation. "Troy!" Jordan greeted the freshman, nodding to Zeke, Chad, and Jason. "What's up dudes?" Jordan asked.

The guys shared a look before sighing, "Here's the deal, Carl is a problem, along with Zac, Stephen, and Chris."

Hunter sighed and looked at the guys, "What do you mean problem?"

"Well," Troy's phone went off, "one second." He looked at the caller id and saw it was Gabi, "El?"

Gabi let out a small sob, "Troy."

"Whoa, El what is going? Babe, what happened." She didn't respond, "El, what happened? Where are you? What's going on? El?" Troy was panicking.

Gabriella let out another sob, a louder sob, "It hurt Troy…" her voice cracked.

"What hurt Gabi? What's going on? Where are you?" Troy was pacing wildly in the hallway. Chad, Zeke, Jason, Jordan and Hunter were looking worriedly at him.

"History, janitor's closet." Gabi whispered with another sob. Troy was on it. Turning around he sprinted towards the history department, with the rest of the guys hot on his heels.

Running full speed ahead, he crashed into a teacher, "Whoa slow down son." Troy ignored the old man and continued on his way. Stopping in front of the first janitor's closet he could find he opened the door: empty.

Groaning, Troy began opening door after door, coming up empty each time, "You idiots could help me!" he yelled at the boys that were watching helplessly behind him. Nodding, they all began opening door after door. Who knew there were so many janitor's closet in the history department.

"Oh my God. Troy get over here!" Jordan called from around a corner. Troy went flying at 90 mph, jumping past Jordan and into the closet. He found Gabi curled up on the floor, rocking with her knees pulled up to her chest.

"Baby!" Troy was on the floor and had her in his arms in a matter of seconds.

"Troy." She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into him, sobbing hysterically. All the guys crowded around the door, blocking the passer bys view of what was happening.

Troy rocked her back and forth until her sobs subsided. He held her tight as she shook convulsively in his arms. He noticed that her clothes had the 'I just threw them on' look. Her hair was messed up, her make up smudged and streaming down her face from the hysterical crying. He knew exactly what happened.

Fire blazed in his blue eyes as he looked up at his teammates, he pulled his girlfriend closer to him, "I'm so sorry babe." He whispered into her hair, "I'm so sorry I didn't protect you."

Gabi's hand went up to his hair, she entangled her fingers in it and pulled herself closer to him, wrapping her legs around his waist, "It's not your fault." Her voice faltered, she sounded like a lost little girl and it broke Troy's heart into a million pieces.

Standing up, he steadied himself against the doorframe, as Jordan's arms went to Gabi's back to keep Troy from falling over, as he supported both his own weight and the small amount of weight that made up his girlfriend. Her legs tightened around Troy's waist as he carried her down the hallway, her head buried in his neck, ignoring all the stares.

Jason, Chad, Zeke, Jordan, and Hunter surrounded them, daring the students, faculty, and staff to fuck with any of them at that moment.

Jordan walked next to Troy, "Dude, can she talk to Coach about what happened? I'm guessing it involves Griscom and I'm guessing that's why you were looking for us earlier."

Troy just nodded and shifted Gabi's weight slightly in his arms. The group crossed the entire campus and made their way into the gym. Going up the steps, which surprisingly wasn't too tough for Troy since he was so fit, and knocked on Coach Rickey's office door. They heard the 'come in' and Hunter opened the door, leading the group inside the coach's office.

Troy walked in behind Hunter and made a beeline for the sofa. Sitting down, he sat still as Gabi repositioned herself, "Thank you." She mumbled into neck.

Troy rubbed her back soothingly and kissed her temple. "What's going here?" Coach Rickey asked with a confused look.

"We have a problem." Jordan informed the coach.

"What sort of problem? Bolton? Does this have to do with her?" He pointed carelessly to Gabriella.

Troy looked at the coach harshly, he put his hands up when he saw all six guys visibly tense up. "She was raped." Troy looked at the coach with a hard cold look.

The coach arched his eyebrows, "And besides the fact that we should contact the police, how does this concern me?"

Troy was ready to beat Rickey to a bloody pulp, but instead he took a deep breath, "Besides the fact that my girlfriend, Gabriella, was brutally hurt, you should know that Carl Griscom was the one that raped her."

Coach Rickey looked up, "Wait, not number 23, Griscom?"

"Look Coach," Chad's voice was laced with sarcasm and anger, "the point is Griscom fucking broke the law on top of hurting my little sister. Are you going to do anything about it?"

The coach looked from Gabi to Troy to the captain Jordan. "Jordan, of course I'll handle this, but what do you think of all this? Is there something I'm missing?"

Jordan looked at Troy and sighed, "This is a continuing and escalating problem Coach Rickey…"

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