So, Gabriella gets introduced in this chapter. It is still a bit of a filler. I promise the action will start soon, but I had to get the story started. Also thank you soooo much for all the comments, favorites, and alerts, they all totally made my week!!! The reviews were sooo much fun to read. Anyways, I hope you like this chapter. Don't forget to review!!!

Its 12:15 which means Gabriella should be showing up any time now…hopefully. She was already fifteen minutes late. Troy was getting anxious to see what this job would in tale. With every woman that walked through the door Troy looked to see if she was her; the only problem was he had no idea what Gabriella looked like. That would defiantly make it hard finding her. Luckily Greg described him to her so she knew what she was looking for.

Just then a beautiful woman walked in and Troy was blown away. Everything about her goddess like: her long brown hair, her big brown eyes, her slender figure, and her long sexy legs. There was no question in Troy's mind, she was gorgeous.

He was knocked out of his daydream when the goddess approached him with a familiar smirk on her face. He knew that smirk, he owned that smirk. That was the smirk he gave hundreds of girls a day who were throwing themselves at him. Shit, she must have seen him checking her out.

"If you're done with the front I can turn around so you can check out the back." The goddess said in a cocky voice Troy found breathtaking.

Everything about this woman Troy loved; he had to find out more about her.

"No need, I'll be sure to check it out later." Troy responded in an equally cocky voice. There was no way in hell he was going to let her beat him at his own game, no matter how hot she was.

"Well I'd love to say there won't be a later and walk away, but I can't." She responded.

"Why's that-because I'm irresistible and you want me just as much?"

"Ha," she scoffed, "more like because I need you."

"Well I'm all yours baby, just tell me when and where and I'll satisfy that craving."

"Troy I don't think you know who I am."

Wait how the hell did she know his name, he never told her. "No, but I'll get to know you well if you let me. How do you know my name, I'm not that popular, am I?"

"I highly doubt you're popular, and stop hitting on me it will make things awkward."

"What do you mean?"Troy asked extremely confused now.

"Troy I'm Gabriella Montez, you are now working for me." She responded.

Troy nearly stopped breathing. Only one word was going through his head right now. FUCK!

Gabriella

Gabriella was having a really bad day so far. First she slept in way later then intended, then she fell out of bed, next she slammed her head getting out of the shower, after that she burnt her neck on the curling iron, and now to top it all off she was running fifteen minutes late for a meeting with the man who was supposed to protect her. "Its official, someone upstairs hates my guts," she thought as she walked into the restaurant she was meeting Troy at. She wasn't even sure she was going to be able to find him; all she knew about him was that he was a tall, muscular 25 year old man with brown hair that swoops into his eyes and bold blue eyes. "This really fells like a lost cause." She thought as she scanned the room looking for anyone who might fit the description.

Just then a man sitting alone at a table four from where she was standing caught her eye. The guy was hot, she would be lying to herself big time if she denied it; but what really caught her attention were his eyes. They were the bluest blue she had ever seen, and his blue shirt really made them pop. But his eyes also had a darker, almost dangerous side to them if you looked closely. No one would want to mess with him.

As soon as she spotted him there was no question in Gabriella's mind, that was Troy Bolton.

Then an unexpected thing happened, he checked her out. At first she wasn't sure but by the daydreaming look on his face and the drool practically dripping from his mouth she knew he thought she was hot.

At the thought a smirk formed on Gabriella's face as she approached him feeling rather confident now.

"If you're done with the front I can turn around so you can check out the back." she said in a sexy/cocky voice.

With that Troy just smirked back and gave an equally cocky answer. Seeing him so confident made her want him even more.

Troy continued flirting with her for the next five minutes, which she didn't understand considering he was going to be working for her, but then it clicked-he didn't know who she was.

As much as she didn't want to Gabriella quickly ended his flirtatious banter by telling him who she was. As soon as she did his expression became one of total horror. Obviously he didn't mix business with pleasure.

"You… you're Gabriella?" Troy shuddered.

"Yea, is that a problem?"

"No. Look can we just start over. I obviously had no idea who you were; if I did I never would have acted like I did. I'm truly sorry." Troy answered, the business side taking over.

"It's fine. Why don't we get started?"

"Okay, tell me who I am protecting you from."

"His name is Pete Miller. I met him at a club about two months ago. He asked me to dance and I really didn't want to because I found him creepy, but I felt bad so I did. After one song I told him I was tired and just wanted to go home. He kept trying to get me to stay but I told him I couldn't and left. Now I keep running into him everywhere I go: the grocery store, the mall, the movies… Every time he stares right at me with this sickening grin, it's very creepy." She explained.

"Did he ever do or say anything to you after that night at the club?"

"No," she responded. "He just keeps watching me."

"Okay, well I'll stay with you until he leaves you alone. As soon as you see him point him out so I know who I'm protecting you against."

"Okay. Thanks for this Troy."

"No problem. How about we go to your house so I can unpack my bags?"

"Sure." She responded.

Leaving the restaurant they both had to keep reminding themselves to stay focused. Both of them wanted to keep her away from Pete. There was no room for distractions.