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-At Gabi's House-
The next morning was hectic as usual for Gabriella. She was late for work, again!
"Mom! Have you seen my jacket?" She yelled up the stairs to her mum who was getting dressed.
"No, Sorry" She yelled back.
"Ok, well i'm going to work, cya!" She picked up her keys and walked out the door.
As Gabriella sat in traffic, she hummed to the song on the radio that was playing...
When it's not alright,
When it's not ok,
Will you try to make me feel better ...
She glanced at her watch...she was late now whatever happened. But there was nothing she could do, there had been an accident up ahead she guessed, something that had stopped the flow of traffic anyway. Gabriella opened her phone and looked through the contacts, resting in Troy's number. She pondered it for a minute...no way could she ring it, she didn't even know they guy, but there was something magnetic there, pulling her in. His eyes, defiently, they were gorgeous and mysterious... there was just something about him, he wasnt like all the other guys that had spoken to her...
The traffic started moving again. She drove past the crash still humming the song. She finally arrived at the pub, prepared to expect a whole lot of yelling coming her way.
This didn't happen.
"Hey, Dave?" She Shouted him through the back.
"yeah? Throught Her gabi!" He had never called her by her nickname before.
"I'm sorry i'm late, there was this crash on the main road, a load of traffic" she tried explaining.
"Gabriella, we need to talk." he sounded more serious.
"If this is about me being late then i'm sorry, if you want me to stay behind and..."
"Your getting promoted!" He said walkin over to the dishwasher.
"I'm what?" Gabi was amazed, "Promoted?"
"I've noticed recently you've been working hard, i know you need your money for collage and stuff, and you've earned it." He Smiled at her taking the glasses out of the washer.
"Oh My Goshh! Thankyouuu!" She Smiled a huge smile. "I'll Go work now" She giggled and walked out to the bar.
She noticed a familer face, a face that she had seen not long ago. Last Night infact.
"Troy?"
"Hey Gabi..." He Smiled at her.
"I Found your number" She poured a class of cola for herself.
"Oh" He started to blush. "Can i have a cola please?"
"Yeah, sure" she poured him one too.
"Thanks" He handed her the money.
"I see your not completetly hungover after last night then." She laughed.
"No I managed to stay on my feet at least...I think" He joked.
"Well it seemed your freinds were knocking them back" Gabriella laughed
"Yeah...but me? ...no i was sober" Troy nodded
"Yeah...right, your forgetting, i was the one serving" Gabriella winked
"Damn! ok so i was tipsy" Troy smirked.
"Right, thats one way to put it"
"You must think im an alcoholic"
"That and a stalker...either one" Gabriella smiled
"Stalker!?!?"
"Yeah i mean...im used to having wierd, random guys leave their numbers for me to pick up, but i thought you had more class" Gabriella joked.
"Damn...and i thought i was being romantic but yet subtle" Troy said going along with it.
"Well what must you think of me? i store a random guys number in my phone, can you say desperate?"
"Not desperate...just alive"
Gabriella laughed. "Come on Troy out of all the words you could pick to make me seem less desperate, you pick alive!"
Troy put his hands up "I guess im not good with words either." He paused "But...How about these words...go out with me tomorrow? 7?"
"Ermm Yeah? One minute, i just need a peice of paper." She went round the corner to grab a piece of computer papar and a pen...
"Wait, What?"
"Yeah" She yelled from round the corner.
She Wrote down her number and address and gave it to him.