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AN: The Italics represent Gabriella singing and the regular font is her talking normally…longer AN on the bottom.
"Gabriella…" Jaime sighed.
However, before Jaime could say anything else, Gabriella suddenly shot up from the ground and grabbed the chair near her.
"I SAID I WANT TROY!" She yelled as she threw the chair at the tinted window.
Jaime suddenly backed away from the girl and motioned the restraints to quickly leave the room.
"Ok." said Jaime softly, "He's on his way."
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Troy groaned as he stood up and began to pace in front of her.
"Well then why the hell did you call me in here if you weren't gonna tell me? Huh? Do you wanna just fuck with my head even more?"
"Because…"
"Because what? Do you think this is funny? Do you like seeing people suffer? Huh? What is it?"
"Because I need help Troy." she said quietly as she looked into his azure eyes, "Because I need you."
Chapter 19
"Because I need help Troy." she said quietly as she looked into his azure eyes, "Because I need you."
If the desperation in her sweet voice wasn't enough to convince him that's she was telling the truth, then the look in her big doe eyes certainly was enough.
It was as simple as that. She needed him. No question about it.
Troy sighed before he ran a hand through his blondish locks.
"Please Troy." she whispered, "I…I need help."
He wanted to do it. He wanted to help her. But nothing made sense…then again nothing with Gabriella ever made sense. Why would she try to kill him only to ask for help later on? Why should he, hypothetically speaking, risk his and most importantly Emily's life to help her? She's the one who got him into this mess. She's the one who didn't want to cooperate with him in the first place. Now she wants him to cooperate with her? Everything having to do with Gabriella has led him from bad to worse. So why should he help her now?
"Why Gabriella?" he whispered, loud enough for her to hear, "Why should I help you now?"
She tore her shameful eyes away from him.
She knew that she didn't deserve help, especially from him. However, there was a small twinge of hope illuminating inside of her that maybe he would help, regardless of all the bad things she's done to him.
"I…" she whispered as she shyly met his eyes, "I know I don't deserve it. But…I just can't think of anything else to do."
"Have you ever thought of just telling the truth?" he asked with a bit of annoyance.
"Yes." she said so low, that Troy had to wonder if he really heard it or not.
"Then why don't you?" he almost yelled, "You're a smart girl Gabriella, I'm surprised you haven't fucking figured it out yet."
She looked down at her hands.
"All you have to do is tell me that stupid number and everything will go away. You'll have a clean slate and then you can go on your merry way and be a doctor or whatever the fuck it is you wanna be. You can leave and help me and everyone else you fucked around with just forget about all of this. But no! You just stay here mouthing off and singing stupid songs while innocent people are getting hurt!"
"It's not that easy Troy." she said a little louder than before, "You think I like fucking with people's lives? Well newsflash, I don't!"
"Then why do you do it? Huh? Why do it if it makes you wanna kill yourself anyway?"
Gabriella shook her head to try to prevent the tears from forming in her eyes, "Y-You don't understand. You will never understand!"
"Try me."
"Turn the intercom off? Turn the fucking intercom off? Who the hell does he think he's talking to?" asked Jaime as she paced back and forth in front of Bobby in her office, "I mean, who the hell does he think he is just telling me to leave like I'm some kind of servant? Did he suddenly forget that he works for me, not her, me?"
Bobby let a sigh escape his mouth, "Jaime," he said, "calm down. I'm pretty sure he knows what he's doing."
Jaime suddenly stopped pacing and turned to look at her friend.
"How can you be so nonchalant about it? The girl almost practically clawed your face off and your sitting here like it's no big of a deal."
"Because it isn't that big of a deal." Bobby sighed as he looked at the shocked expression on Jaime's face, "Look Jaime, I trust Troy. Maybe it's time that you start trusting him too."
"Bobby, he's a juvenile delinquent…"
"Who got caught trashing a school gym. It's not like he killed anyone!"
"Well he just as well might have. You never know Bobby, he could be a rich ass punk and his dads money could have gotten him community service for doing something worse than vandalizing school property."
Bobby groaned in frustration, "Jaime, he's not rich. Sure he might have some money but it's not enough to compare him to Paris Hilton or any of those other stupid people."
"How do you know? Have you talked to him, but I mean really talked to him?"
"Have you?"
Jaime formed her lips into a tight line. Who was she kidding? She knew he was right, but that didn't make the situation anymore easier.
"Look Jaime, I know that you're still…" Bobby trailed off looking for the right word to use, "…troubled by the fact that he got her to talk and you didn't. But that doesn't mean that you should antagonize him every chance you get. It's hard, and I understand that, but you have got to move on from this and instead of threatening him every chance you get, you should embrace him, metaphorically speaking of course, and work with him."
Jaime sighed and ran a hand through her blonde hair, "I know Bobby, I know. But I just can't help it. Something's just not right."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that something isn't right. Ok, I get the fact that she decided to talk to him instead because I guess you can say that he doesn't talk to her like a regular doctor would. But what I just don't get is, what was Troy even doing in the room? He knew that she was leaving today and yet here he is, almost got himself killed, but he's here nonetheless."
"And?'
"And…what I mean is something isn't right. I-mean not only was Troy here when he wasn't supposed to be here but…" she dug her hand in her pocket and was shocked to find what seemed like a sleek phone resting in there, "but…the phone call."
"What phone call?"
"A man called me on this phone." She said as she took the sleek phone out of her pocket, "He's the one that told me about…" she trailed off for a minute and mentally cursed herself for not thinking about this before. How could she forget about the phone call that led them to find Troy and Gabriella battling it out?
"Jaime?" she heard Bobby say as she looked down at the phone in her hands, "What are you talking about?"
She looked up and met his gaze, "You don't remember?"
"Remember what?"
"The phone call! Remember? We came out of the elevator and I was talking to you about why Alice would tell us that Dr. Woods wanted to see us when he was in Barbados. We walked into my office and all of a sudden I get a phone call from a phone that isn't even mine asking me what I was afraid of and all of a sudden he told me to go rescue Troy."
She sensed Bobby tense under her watchful eyes. Was he as shocked as she was?
"W-What…what exactly did that man tell you?"
Jaime arched her eyebrow, didn't he just hear her?
"Didn't you just hear me? I said that he asked me what my worst fear was, and then before I could say anything else, he told me to rescue Troy."
"He didn't tell you anything else?"
What?
"Bobby didn't you just listen to me? I said…"
"I heard what you said," he said defensively, "but I'm asking if you're sure he didn't say anything else?"
Jaime stayed quiet and thought for a moment.
"Is it having a mark on your perfect record?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Or is it knowing that a patient died because you couldn't help them?"
"H-He started saying random things that he thinks I fear."
"And what did you say?"
"I-I just asked him who he was."
Bobby sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"You wanna know the scary part?"
"What?" asked Bobby with confusion etched in his face.
"H-He was right."
"About?"
"About everything…I…I am afraid of what he said."
There was a moment of silence between the two as they both pondered on the mysterious phone call.
"There's something fishy going on here Bobby," said Jaime after a minute or so, "and I intend to find out just exactly what it is."
Gabriella rolled her eyes at Troy's childishness. Of course he would say something like that.
"Troy…" she groaned.
"No, I'm serious Gabriella, try me. What is so hard and so non-understandable for me?"
"A lot of things." she muttered.
Troy sighed, "The only thing that I don't understand is how someone so smart and so beautiful, can be so incredibly selfish and coldhearted."
At his words, something in Gabriella clicked. How dare he try to antagonize her…again.
"I am not selfish or coldhearted! How dare you say something like that?"
"How dare I?" he said as he suddenly stood up and looked down at her, "Gabriella, I think the better question is how dare you sit there and ask me for help when you're not even gonna fucking help me at all."
"Whatever." She muttered as she tried to contain her anger.
"Tell me the fucking number!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
"No, especially since you're being a complete asshole!"
"Just tell me you stupid fucking bitch!"
The room suddenly went silent as Troy's words rung around her head. Is that really what he thought of her? She slowly closed her eyes as she heard Troy sigh and begin to pace.
"Gab-Gabriella." he said as he mentally cursed himself, "I'm…I'm sorry, that was completely uncalled for and even though I'm pissed at you, I shouldn't have said it…but…I just need to know."
She suddenly opened her eyes, but instead of seeing fear, Troy saw a glint of amusement mirroring off of the chocolate orbs.
"I'll never tell…"she began to sing in her deadly melodic voice, "I'll never tell…any of you."
She stretched her arms above her head and leaned back on her bed.
"Gabriella…I can't do this right now."
"But you can call me a stupid fucking bitch right?"
Troy sighed, "I said I was sorry."
"And so did I Troy." She whispered as she stared up at her ceiling, "So did I."
"If you're sorry, then why don't you just help me?"
She didn't respond to him. All she did was stare up at her ceiling. Troy sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Who was he kidding? This wasn't going to work. She would never cooperate with her. He would never get that number for HIM. He would never rescue Emily. Worst of all, he would never get to tell her how he felt.
God he hated himself for having any type of feeling for her. He really hated himself. Most of all he hated her. He hated her for making him fall hard for her. He hated her for not letting him show her that he's serious about her. He loves her, and everything she's doing is just breaking him apart.
"Y-You know what Gabriella?" he said as he slowly began making his way towards the door, "I can't do this anymore."
If his back wasn't towards her, he would've been able to see the shocked expression on her face. She suddenly sat up. He's leaving?
His hand was inches away from the knob when he finally heard her speak, "Why do you want it?"
He whipped his head around and looked at her, "What?"
"The number…why do you want it?"
He sighed as he slowly walked towards the bed.
"Why's it so important Troy? Why now?"
He ran a hand through his hair. He couldn't possibly tell her the truth. HE said not to tell anyone…although he never mentioned whether or not she was included in anyone. He could do it. He could tell her the truth about Emily. If he told her, there was a chance that she would have sympathy and tell him, but then again there was also a chance that she wouldn't.
'Gabriella isn't that heartless…right?' he thought to himself.
But even though he told her, would she tell him the number? Most importantly, would he tell her why she can't? What's so important about it anyway? It made no sense that a simple number would be the cause of so much pain.
"Troy?" he heard her say.
And why does she all of a sudden need help? Help with what?
"Why do you need my help?" he suddenly asked.
She looked down at her hands once again.
"I'm not gonna tell you why I need it unless you tell me why you need my help. No, better yet, I'm not gonna tell you why I need it unless you tell me why you can't tell me."
"You wanna trade off?"
"Yea, like a bargain of some sorts. I'll tell you if you tell me, that sort of thing."
"Alright," she said as she pushed herself back against the wall, "shoot."
"No." said Troy as he walked forward and sat on the edge of her bed, "You're gonna go first."
"You don't trust me?" she said with a smirk.
"Could you blame me?"
She rolled her eyes, "Well, I don't exactly trust you either."
"What? Why?"
She sighed, "Why do you think?"
Troy turned to look at her and noticed the hurt in her eyes for the first time.
"I'm gonna miss you so much." he whispered before he did the unimaginable.
He slowly closed the gap between them and allowed their lips to gently touch.
"I'm sorry Gabriella." he whispered.
She slowly closed her eyes as small tears began to fall, "it's ok…I…I really don't wanna talk about this now though."
"Ok." he said.
She nodded her head as she wiped the tears away from her eyes. This was a sight that pained Troy to see. He couldn't stand it when he saw girls cry. Especially the ones he cared about. It always pained him to see them so small, so afraid. He always took it upon himself to help him them stop by giving in to what they want. This was one of the times he wished he hadn't.
"I'll go first." he said with a sigh.
He watched her look up with a confused expression on her face.
"What?"
"I'll tell you why I need that number first."
"T-Troy you really don't have to."
"No, it's ok. I've been nothing but a jackass since you oh so kindly asked me for help."
He saw a small smile form on her lips.
"Ok." she said.
He looked away from her and suddenly found his shoes the most interesting thing in the room.
He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, "They took Emily."
Gabriella felt her eyes widen in shock. She was afraid to ask for fear that she already knew the answer, "W-Who?"
"I…I don't know. They I guess. The same ones that want what I want."
"I'm sorry." she whispered. Gabriella almost felt her heart break in half. He knew how precious Emily is to him and she felt horrible for not hearing him out first.
"I-If I don't get them that number in 4 days, I'll never see her again and I…" Troy inhaled a deep breath. He knew he was beginning to choke up. If he started crying, he realized that it would've been the first time he cried since he learned about her disappearance, "…I can't let that h-happen."
He finally looked up and met her eyes. Her heart literally broke at the sight of his cerulean eyes that bore into her chocolate ones. Troy Bolton, the East High basketball star and Albuquerque's residential janitor was breaking right in front of her.
"So you see," he continued, "I need your help, just as much as you need mine."
She couldn't do it. She just couldn't say no to him. How could she rob another innocent person of their life? There's no way. But there's also no way that she could go against her father. Her father's last wish was for her to keep their secret and she never had a problem keeping it until now.
"I'm so sorry." she said, "I…I want to help you…believe me I do…but…"
"But what?"
Gabriella shook her head in order to stop the tears from falling, "I made a promise Troy."
He shut his eyes in pain…he knew it.
"A promise I said would guard with my life."
Troy sighed. He leaned down and placed his elbows on his knees and held his head in his hands.
"I need you to help me Troy." She said.
Troy scoffed. How could she ask him for help when she just refused him help?
"I…I know I shouldn't even be asking this…but I said I would tell you after you told me." She sighed before she continued, "I need you to help me get out of here."
He lifted his head and met her eyes once again, "You mean escape?"
She nodded her head. Troy sighed and looked down at his shoes before he met her eyes, "And what are you gonna do after that huh? If you didn't realize this by now, whoever these assholes are, they're gonna come after you whether you like it or not. It's better to just give in now."
Gabriella shook her head, "No listen. I…I need you to help escape from everything."
Everything.
Troy didn't understand. Was she really that dense? How is he going to help her when she can't even help him?
"Gabriella…"
"Pay attention Troy…I need you to help me escape from everything."
Troy looked her up and down. He studied everything about her, her beautiful curls, her doe eyes, her kissable lips, her bony arms, her cut up wrists…Troy suddenly did a double take as he stared at her permanent scars from the fateful night that she tried to kill herself. Then it dawned on him. It suddenly dawned on him like a ton of bricks. Leave it to the freaky math girls to put a double meaning on something.
He was afraid to ask in fear that it might be true. But he just had to or else he would never know.
"Y-You...you want me to help you kill yourself."
~Insert Dramatic Music Here~
So, I decided to put my AN here instead of in the begining to save time.
Once again, Im sorry for the long wait. Theres just been to many things going on. Including the death of my dog :( Now, before anyone says anything, no it isnt an excuse, it really did happen and I was deeply saddend. Truth is, this story was supposed to be up last week, but last week was when we had to put her to sleep. I was seriously too depressed to write anything down so I put it on hold for another week. Im sorry about that but i hope that you guys understand.
On a happier note, the Oscars are on Sunday...anyone excited to see Zanessa perform with the incredibly SEXY Hugh Jackman? I know I am. lol.
Oh, and people should really consider seeing Slumdog Millionaire. It really is the best movie and I REALLY hope it wins best Movie. I think i would cry if it didnt. I literally just came home from watching it and it is amazing!
I'll seriously try to UD as soon as I can. Maybe and I seriously mean MAYBE next weekend. Im still unsure at the moment.
Yea, so this is the end of my kind of pointless authors note. Please dont forget to REVIEW! It really helps me write when I know that people are still reading. Lets try to push for 200 reviews...yea?
P.S. FYI, Gabriella is singing, "I'll never tell...I'll never tell." If you've seen the movie or at least seen the trailer, then you'll know what I mean.
P.P.S. RIP Lika...you were seriously the best friend anyone could ever ask for. I love you with all my heart and I will never forget you. :)