A few hours later, Gabriella smiled and waved to her best friends one last time before shutting the door to her room softly. In light of the incident involving Lena's fire pit being filled with Juicy Couture accessories and a some of her Gucci pumps and the fit she threw about not wanting to move them because they could not fit in her closet, the girls had ended up back at casa de Flores. They had sat on the deck and watched the waves for hours as they roasted marshmallows and even had a fight with them. Gabriella was glad she had decided to stay instead of going running, and she knew Martha and Lena must have been twice as glad. She shook her head with a smile at the thought of Lena's face at the suggestion of moving her shoes and then again hours later when she was hit with the first marshmallow.

I don't understand why they were freaking out so much, though. He's a gang leader, he's not stupid. He wouldn't risk anything that obvious.

Gabriella shook her head clear of the thoughts that had been plaguing her mind and laid down under the sheets with a yawn. She hadn't realized how tired she actually was until she finally had a moment to lay down. Now that I think about it, seeing him that close at the restaurant earlier really took a lot out of me emotionally. Plus, I had to be calm in front of Martha and Lena, hard work. See, Brie? Told you that you could be an actress. A small smile crossed Gabriella's face as she drifted off to sleep, hoping that it would be a deep, dreamless night free of blue eyes.

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"Dude, they were there!" Troy Bolton turned around in a flash as his members ran into the room.

"What do you mean they were there, Chad? Who the hell are they?!" Troy said, his voice rising as he talked.

"…the Catastrophe Crew," the boy named Chad mumbled out, not daring to look his friend in the eyes at the moment..

"You've got to be fucking kidding me! How the hell did they know and where is Zeke?" Troy yelled, slamming his fist down on the counter.

"We don't know, Troy. And he's with Taylor at the warehouse. Just take a deep breath and we'll try and figure this out," Kelsi said, her hands out in front of her as she voiced reason in the room.

"We don't have time to figure it out right now, Kels," Troy snapped, though he looked noticeably calmer after taking a few deep breaths.

"He's right, if they knew where she was supposed to be tonight, then they'll know where she is now," Jason agreed with his leader as he set a hand on the small of the redhead's back. The three boys in the room looked at her, waiting for her response. She groaned softly, weighing their options, but one look at her leader's pleading eyes made up her mind.

"Alright, what's the plan, Troy?" she asked with a sigh.

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"Bryan! Byran, stop! Leave me alone! Please stop!" Gabriella cried out in her sleep, tossing around on the bed. A moment later, she shot up in the bed, feeling a cold sweat all over her body. She glanced at the clock and groaned through her terrified breaths as she read the blaring red numbers that said 3:35 A.M. She pushed the covers back and gathered her hair up for a moment, hoping to cool off and stop the moisture all over her body.

"God, I'd rather have dreams about Troy Bolton's eyes again. Where on earth did the Bryan nightmare come from?" Gabriella asked herself as she ran a hand through her hair.

"You've been dreaming about me?" a husky voice asked from the corner of her room, causing the Latina to freeze in shock and look up sharply, her hands clenching around the ends of the blankets. Before she could utter a sound, the figure was next to her with a hand covering her mouth. After a momentary struggle that found her no avail, she moved her eyes upward and found herself face to face with the one person she definitely did not want to see right now. The one and only Troy Bolton.

Gabriella's eyes widened in pure terror as she started thrashing about again, trying to get away from him but with no progress as his free arm tightened around her waist, stopping her in her tracks.

"You yell, you're dead, got it?" he whispered in her ear. She nodded quickly and he removed his hand, watching her intently with his ocean eyes.

"W-what do you want with m-me?" she stuttered once she was able to speak again.

"Right now, I'm here to warn you," Troy chuckled at her fear before getting serious again. "The Catastrophe Crew was waiting on your jogging route earlier tonight. Lucky for you they didn't grab you."

"Catastro- what are you talking about? You're the one I'm supposed to stay away from," Gabriella responded, her voice barely above a whisper. As she spoke, her eyes landed on the bedside table next to him where her cell phone sat.

"Shut up," Troy hissed, gripping her wrist hard enough to elicit a cry of pain from her. She whipped her gaze away from the phone and back to him. "You're coming with me so they don't get to you first. And we can do this the easy way or the hard way."

"I'm not going anywhere with you. I'm not yours! I don't belong to you!" Gabriella told him, her voice rising a bit as she scooted a bit closer to the side of the bed, surprised that his arm didn't turn into a vice grip to pull her back with. With temporary courage, she tried to push his arm away from her, but didn't succeed in the slightest as he narrowed his eyes at her.

"Wrong answer, Montez," Troy hissed as he released her waist and stood, towering over her bed. He smirked in pleasure as he watched her try to shuffle away from him to the back of the bed and he just shook his head as she looked up at him pleadingly. Suddenly, she lunged to the side and felt her phone close in her grasp. However, her triumphant state of mind lasted for only a moment when she felt the wind get knocked out of her with a swift punch to her stomach. She kicked out when she regained enough of her wits and heard him grunt when she made contact with his shoulder.

"Get out!" she cried, holding the phone tightly and starting to dial, not noticing his contorting face as he watched her angrily. In one quick motion, the phone had switched owners and landed in Troy's pocket.

"No one calls the cops on Troy Bolton," he said in a tone voice that sent a chill through Gabriella's core. She cowered back to the head of her bed, wondering whether or not she should boast that she already had told the cops on him as he advanced towards her again. Well, technically she had. Don't you dare. Brie. There' s no way I'm getting out of this. Unless… Without warning, she sprung past him and raced towards the door, but she got only a mere three steps away before her body met the floor underneath her and he grabbed onto her ankle. "Nice try," he smirked again, watching her hands grapple for something to hang onto and pull herself away with. Giving up finally, she watched him start to move and before she knew what had happened, her back was pressed against his chest. She felt a rag cover her mouth and at the same time, she felt the arm around her waist start moving downward. She struggled to get away from him, but the chemicals she knew she was breathing in were making her weaker and weaker.

Oh God, Gabriella, not now. Don't pass out now. You have to get out of here. You have to get away from this sick man. You know what he's going to do to you, you have to-

As Gabriella hung limply in the gang leader's arms, he smiled. As he dragged her back toward the window, ready to take her back to the mansion, he paused for a moment and looked down at his beauty of prize. She had actually put up a fight. Somewhat. More than any of the others ever had. But I always get my way.

"All mine."