Hey everyone! I'm back with Chapter 3! I don't know why, but I'm getting into this story! (Throughout this chapter there is a lack of dialogue, so bear with me, I'm trying to build up the storyline.)

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Chapter 3

Disturbance

Ricky Servate stood upon a hill that overlooked East High. Once again, he spotted Troy and his jocky friends running into the school. He had just started to stalk Troy a couple of weeks ago, but he had found out a wide variety of information. But one important piece of it was the girl that he adored. Gabriella Montez. She would fit into his master plan quite nicely; his plan to destroy all that Troy Bolton knew and loved.

He laughed to himself as he imagined how everything would turn out in the end. Ricky knew about Troy and Gabriella's problems, and he knew exactly how to destroy them both. It would work out perfect. It would be an operation neither of them would forget. If they lived to tell the tale.

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Gabriella walked out of her chemistry class with, surprisingly, a smile on her face. She had done well in the class, and had found the power within herself to not think about Troy. Of course, the wounds from worrying about Troy and dealing with some of his issues wouldn't heal quickly, and she knew that. But in the back of her head, she almost believed it would work out. It would take some convincing, though.

She met up with Taylor for lunch and they both trotted happily to lunch. They had no clue what was about to happen, and they were in for a ride.

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SWOOSH!

Troy had made another three pointer. He was on fire today, probably because he was trying to get Gabi off his mind. When he was completely focused on basketball, he was unstoppable.

SWOOSH!

Another one! Troy was feeling good, until the class bell rang. He figured he should probably go to class now, considering he already had skipped his carpentry class (just a slack off class that he usually skipped out on). But something was lingering in the back of his mind. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something just didn't feel right. It was almost like there was a warning bell going off in his mind. But all he knew was that something just wasn't in balance with everything else. Something dangerous.

But, Troy decided to shake it off and head to his next class. 'What's the worst that could happen? I'm probably just shaken up from Gabi.' he thought to himself reassuringly.

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RIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG!!

There was the bell, and the school day was over. To Troy and Gabriella, it had been one of the longest school days of all time. They met up in the hallway.

"Hi Troy."

"Hi Gabi."

That small bit of awkwardness was still between them, and Troy just couldn't find something to say that would break the ice the right way.

"So, are you doing anything interesting after school?" Troy said in a desperate attempt to break the awkward silence.

"No, just going home and doing homework. You?"

"Same. Uhh, well, see you tomorrow, kay?" Troy said strangely.

"Okay. See ya"

Gabriella walked off and Troy slapped himself in the face. He knew that she wasn't ready to talk about it. Troy just hoped things wouldn't be awkward forever. He had to fix this, he just didn't know how.

As Troy leaned against the locker bank, with his head in his hands, that warning bell set off in his head again. Something weird was going on; he could feel it this time. He had no clue what the problem was, but it was somewhere out there. But the strangest thing was that he somehow knew from somewhere the person that was causing this. But from where? He was going to get to the bottom of this. But first, he needed to figure out the Gabriella situation.

He sighed and walked towards his home in the suburbs, trying to think of a solution.

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Gabriella reached her front doorstep and walked inside her home.

"Hi, Mom."

Her mother smiled and greeted her with a hug.

"I'm gonna go upstairs and do my homework, kay?"

Mrs. Montez replied with a nod, and went back to what she was doing.

Gabriella sauntered up to her room and started to work on her close-to-impossible chemistry assignment. But it was no biggie for her; she was used to all of the pressures of being in AP Chemistry. She had it all down. She had to study hard, but once she got used to it, everything was a walk in the park.

"Finally, done." Gabriella said to herself after she finished all of her schoolwork an hour and a half later. She decided to turn on the TV in her room and relax for a bit. Gabriella started to think about Troy, and what had happened the night of the incident. She definitely wasn't as depressed about it as she was before, but it still gnawed at her mind once and awhile. The confused girl looked at her junior prom picture with her and Troy. She smiled to herself as she thought of those good memories.

But still, she sighed to herself at the same time. She had a feeling things between her and Troy would never be the same. It made her cry a little when she thought about how she felt that night. Such feelings of happiness were so foreign to her at these times. She was still torn between what she wanted in her head and what she wanted in her heart. Gabriella still would love to be with Troy and have him hold her close.

That was it, she was going to call him and tell him that she still wanted to be friends, she still wasn't ready to have a relationship with him yet, but it was worth a try.

She said the numbers to herself, "555-18--"

RING! RING! RING!

Gabriella flipped open her phone to see who the caller was.

"Hmm...unknown caller?" she said questioningly to herself.

She decided to press the green phone and see who it was, you never know, it might've been Troy.

"Hello?" Gabriella said.

"Hi, I've been waiting for you."

"Who is this?" Gabriella said, she didn't recognize the voice at all.

"Don't you remember me?"

"I don't know who you are. How did you get this number?"

"Don't question me!" The voice suddenly became aggressive.

"Who is this?!!"

"I'm waiting for you, I'm not too far from your house. Do I have to come over there and get you myself?!"

"Who in the HELL is this?!!!" Gabriella yelled. She was frightened now.

The conversation went dead silent, and all Gabriella could hear was heavy breathing for about a minute.

"WHO IS THIS??"

Nothing. After another 10 seconds of breathing all she could hear was dial tone. This was weird. Some psycho had just called her phone threatening to come to her house for no reason. It was freaking her out.

She curled on to her bed and waited there for a hour, waiting to see what would happen.

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After a hour, everything seemed to be fine. She just told herself it was a prank call, and everything would be alright. But the voice in the back of her mind was telling her that something screwy was up, and it involved her. It was 8:00PM now. She was stressed from her eventful day and let sleep take her in.

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Ricky Servate was still cackling out of pleasure from his successful phone call. He was striking fear into Gabriella first, so she would tell Troy. That was when he would strike. He knew that Troy cared about Gabriella more than life itself, so Troy would even sacrifice his life for her. This was what he wanted, this is what he had planned for so many years. He laughed to himself again, for he had began his slippery descent into madness.

"Cheers, everyone!" Ricky exclaimed as he took a drink from his shot glass of cheap vodka.

Life was good for Ricky, but little did Troy and Gabriella know, things were about to take a devastating turn for the worse...

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Did you like my twist in the storyline? I hope so! I tried to make it suspenseful! I hope you liked it!

PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!

eRiC

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