A/N: Hey guys! I'm kind of sad that I hardly got reviews. It doesn't mean I'm not going to update, but I almost didn't want to because it feels like no one is interested anymore. If even half of the people I know viewed last chapter left a comment, I would be thrilled. They truly make my day. Anyway, please shout out to anyone looking for an HSM story and as always, please click the little review button? Love you guys, thank for reading and enjoy!:)
Mine. Mine. Mine. That was all that ran through Gabriella's head as she stood up slowly and rubbed her sore arm. What did he mean by that? What the heck is his? She wondered as she looked around for any traces of him, but sighed seeing none.
I finally have a face. And a body. And an everything. I actually have more than just eyes now. Gabriella wasn't really sure how that made her feel, no matter how spectacular the man's eyes were. She thought back to a few minutes ago and figured he was probably around her age, probably nineteen. A nineteen year old boy couldn't be dangerous, could he? Suddenly, Gabriella felt a hand on her shoulder and she spun quickly, her fist poised to strike.
"Whoa there," a middle-aged woman laughed nervously as she held her hands up in surrender. "I come in peace," the woman joked once Gabriella lowered her hand.
"Sorry, ma'am, I'm just a little on edge," Gabriella apologized with a sheepish grin.
"Well I can certainly understand why after that encounter you just had," the woman replied with a look of slight sympathy on her face. Gabriella gasped silently, wondering how in the world this woman knew about her dreams and the fact that she had just seen the guy those eyes that invaded them belonged to.
"I'm sorry?" Gabriella questioned.
"Why, that young man you ran into. To be honest, I'm not even sure how you are standing here talking to me after that," she went on. Gabriella just stared at her blankly, waiting for her to continue. "Just be careful, dear, he's not someone a girl like you should get involved with, especially if you want to make it through the summer." With that, the woman turned and walked off with a wave, leaving Gabriella stunned for the third time that day.
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By the time Gabriella had made the trek back to the house, she had brushed off the woman's warning about the mysterious stranger she had run into. Like I said before, how much harm could he do?
She tried the door and found it to be unlocked, meaning Martha had arrived back before her.
"Martha, I'm back!" Gabriella called through the house so she wouldn't startle her friend.
"I'm watching TV, Gab, get in here now!" Martha called back seconds later and the brunette followed the sound of her voice to where they had been lounging around earlier in the afternoon.
"I'm here, what's up?" Gabriella asked as she sat down on the soft couch and looked to her left expectantly.
"Gabriella, you will never believe what I heard about-" Martha was cut off by the reporter on the television yelling something about breaking news. Shrugging, the two girls turn to watch and Martha turned the volume up.
This just in, more information on the armed robbery that occurred at Saks department store no longer than four hours ago.
This got the two girls interested in a hurry, both for different reasons.
An eye witness has come forward with some information of his own, as well as some from another eyes witness. This was no ordinary robbery, citizens of Miami, this was an attack by the Silver Stallions. While the Stallions haven't shown much activity in the past couple months, they've come back full force. With all of our eager vacationers just starting their summer, I warn you on behalf of the Miami Police Department to be on the look out for anyone bearing a Greek symbol tattoo on their forearm…
This, of course, came as no surprise to Gabriella, as that was the one feature she remembered from the robber she had made eye contact with. However, what the reporter said next really threw her for a loop.
And avoid this man at all costs.
A picture appeared on the screen and Gabriella brought a hand to her mouth with a gasp.
"That's him."
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"Yo, hoops!" an African American teen with curly hair called as the blue-eyed wonder walked into the large, almost mansion-like house and slammed the door. The young man flinched. "I take it you heard the newscast on the radio," he added as an afterthought when he saw the look on his leader's face.
"Thank goodness you're back," a red-headed girl sighed with relief as she walked down the steps and over to the couch where the two were positioned. "Jason left just before I turned the TV on, so he has no idea. He went to meet the others, so I assume he'll find out about it eventually," she continued before pausing and looking back and forth between the two men. "What?" she asked when neither of them said a word in response to her.
Both herself and the curly-haired boy jumped in response to their leader slamming his fist into the coffee table next to the couch.
"Chill, man," the boy said, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"No. Did this town forget that no one, and I mean no one talks to the cops about me or my Stallions?" the blue-eyed boy yelled, clenching his fist in anger. The other two in the room just looked back at him, stone-faced. They knew this was serious and they didn't blame him. Once they found out who talked, they'd be right behind him in tracking the person down.
"So!" The curly-haired one clapped his hands together to break the tension that had filled the room. "Did you find that girl you saw driving in this morning? She's the one you want next, right?" The other boy only nodded before speaking.
"Oh, I found her alright. And she's already mine, whether she knows it or not," he chuckled softly at the fact that some of the girls he took actually thought they had a choice in the manner. He always got what he wanted. No matter what. "And she might know it sooner than we all think," he mumbled to himself as the other two engaged themselves in a different conversation about an incoming shipment. No one tells on Troy Bolton. With that, he let out a low growl and walked up the stairs.
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"Gabriella, what are you talking about?" Martha asked, trying to get her friend's attention even though she knew it was useless. It was always useless trying to talk to Gabriella when she was deep in thought.
Troy Bolton. So that's the name of the man who has been plaguing my dreams. Well, I guess I could call them nightmares now. How did I not notice that the robber had those same eyes? Was I really that mesmerized by them that I didn't realize him and he were the same person? Oh my God, I could've died in the park today, that lady wasn't kidding. A nineteen year old really can do a lot of harm. Mine. How did…why was I dreaming about his eyes? Mine. I need to find out more about these Silver Stallions. Mine. And avoid them at all costs.
"Martha," Gabriella whispered out, finally turning her attention to her friend. "I guess Miami did change a lot in the last three years."
"Gabi, what do you mean that's him? How in the world do you know Troy Bolton?" Martha asked nervously, her gaze flickering back to the television that Gabriella had frozen with Troy's face on it.
"I-I don't. At least, I didn't think I did," Gabriella stammered out. "Martha, those are the eyes that have been in my dreams."
Once Martha had stopped freaking out about the new revelation fifteen minutes later, she was able to talk to Gabriella rationally again.
"Gab, that's what I was going to tell you before we were interrupted," Martha explained.
"About the fact that Troy Bolton has been in my dreams?" Gabriella questioned, obviously confused at this point.
"No," Martha started to laugh before catching herself. "No, after the robbery, we had to stay in Banana Republic for an hour before they let us leave so we wouldn't 'contaminate the crime scene.' And I was worried sick about you, by the way. But I ran into our old friend, Lena, who lives near by, but anyway, this lady and I began talking and she told me about the most notorious gang in Miami called the Silver Stallions. And, as you've just discovered, Troy Bolton is their leader, and damn I wish he wasn't because he is so hot! Anyway, she started telling me some of the crimes they had pulled off and that they had been laying low lately, but this was just their style to make themselves known again. And Gabs, they are also on the authorities' top five most dangerous gang list in the country," Martha explained, watching Gabriella's face carefully as she did so.
"But…Martha, I ran into Troy in the park. And the only word he said to me was Mine," Gabriella explained, hugging a pillow tightly to her chest.
"You ran into Troy Bolton?! Gabi, you could've been killed!" Martha exclaimed.
"But I wasn't," Gabriella pointed out weakly, knowing in the pit of her stomach that there was something more to why he had said only one word to her and walked away. Her dreams must have been a premonition of what was going to happen this summer, but that didn't explain why she still hadn't been sure if the eyes were dangerous or not when obviously, they were.
"Wait, he said what to you? No, don't answer me, it was a rhetorical question. Gabs, this lady I was talking to with Lena has a cousin on the police force, but what she told me isn't a secret to the public either. When Troy wants someone, he gets them. And once he gets tired of them he usually…" Martha trailed off for a moment, causing Gabriella's eyes to widen.
"He kills them?!" she cried, hugging the pillow even tighter, if it was possible.
"No, he doesn't kill them, he just…uses them to pay off some of the debts he has. Or so I've heard. Gab, I don't know, I'm not in his gang! Apparently, the Silver Stallions aren't a normal, run-of-the-mill gang. And Troy isn't a normal run-of-the-mill leader. He always gets what he wants. And now, Troy Bolton wants you."