Chapter 4 of Stand In The Rain
Authors Note: Yeah, I'm guilty as charged. I'm horrible I know, I haven't posted a chapter in ages! I'm sorry, I truly am. I had been too busy with school work, and with the exams that were coming up. You don't know how many times I tried to do a brainstorm of this chapter, but every time, something came up. Yeah, that's pretty much it. Thank you all for your patience and kind words :]. P.S: I was forced to post this up a.s.a.p, due to nagging of a certain friend.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, all rights belong to Disney and the song title goes to "Superchic[k]."
"Can anyone explain what the term 'history' is?" looked around his classroom, trying to find a student awake to answer his question. He sighed, and picked up his attendance sheet and called out a random name. "Mark, Andrews?"
Mark jumped up. The class laughed, he had been sleeping, and all teachers know it's a lost cause to call him. "Uh, yeah Mr. uh M?" shook his head, "Can you explain what history is?" Mark looked around for one of his basketball jocks to help him out.
He started to stutter so I decided to help him. Raising my hand, 's eyebrows rose, he looked at his attendance sheet and looked back up at me. "Ah, Montez, would you be nice enough to help Mark here?" I giggled, while Mark just slid down his chair and slowly went back to sleep.
"Well," I started, "history is the written evidence of what we select of what is important to us in the past. History and the past are different, the past is not written it is either something such as memory or historical source rather than history is written down by a selection." nodded his head, obviously impressed. "Why do we study history?" He asked.
Gosh, this was simple! I learnt this in freshman year! "We study history to understand the past, present and future. To understand past actions, for knowledge, to understand ones origins, to understand background and etcetera." grinned and clasped his hands together, "Thank you Gabriella." I nodded to him.
I relaxed back into my chair as I listened to my teacher that was until I felt a piece of paper lightly hit the back of my head. I turn around to see Taylor point to the crumbled paper on the ground, 'read it' she mouthed. I slowly picked up the paper and unfolded it quietly. It read:
Hey Gabi! Great answer for the term 'history,' I must say. Anyways, that is not the point. Its Friday today, and Shar and I were thinking we should have a girl sleepover! You in?
P.S: Its at Shar's house.
I thought about it for a second, and nodded to myself. I already finished my homework and all my essays. It wouldn't hurt to have fun. I wrote down my reply and threw it back, discreetly of course, back to Taylor.
She opened it lightly and read it:
Hey Tay-Tay, thanks, we learned it in freshman year, remember? I guess it's been stuck in my head since then! I'm free tonight, and I'd love to come to the sleepover. It will be fun! However, I have to go play some ball with Chad afterschool, can't get over it, your boyfriend wants a re-match! So, I'll be over by six or seven!
I looked behind me, and Taylor nodded and smiled. I returned the smile, and brought my full attention to my teacher.
"Chad?" Gabriella looked inside the indoor-basketball court. He wasn't there, odd. He was always there, and always before Gabriella! Gabriella shrugged and walked inside. She checked if anyone was inside, but there wasn't a sound so she took it as a go.
The petite brunette walked to the stands and put her bag down, and ruffled inside of it to find her shorts and sports shirt. Once she found it, she took off her shoes. As she was taking off her shoes, her eyes wandered around the gym. It brought back blissful memories of her father.
A little small brunette hair girl ran up to her father in front of their home. "Daddy! You're home!" The father smiled and nodded. He swung his daughter around the yard, "yes I am, Gabi bear!" He set the 7-year old Gabriella on the ground, and took her hand and walked inside of their home.
"Daddy, are we going to play basketball today?" She asked looking up to her father, with her loving big chocolate brown eyes. How can a father say no to such a beauty? He nodded and easily lifted her again.
From far away, you'd see a father and daughter playing a friendly game of basketball. You could see the smile on the father face as he lifts his daughter up to dunk a ball, and the excitement of the daughter.
Later you'd see a young girl in her father's arms, warm and safe. She looks up and says, "I love you daddy," Right at the moment, Greg Montez felt like the greatest man in the world. He smiled and a tear rolled down on his face. "I love you too my angel, I love you too."
Gabriella stands up, and swiftly dabs the tear away on her face. She shrugged off the memory, and walked to the ball in the middle of the court. She picks it up, dribbles it for a while. She stands on the free throw line. She takes a deep breath, and throws the ball to the net. Swoosh and it goes in. She smiles, and thinks 'thank you dad.'
A few minutes later, Gabriella is still throwing some free-throws while she waits for Chad. Then the gym door was whooshed open and person walks into the gym.
"Oh, uh. Sorry, I didn't know anyone would be here? Um…wait. Is that you Gabriella?" Gabriella looked at the person, and she sucked in her breath. It was him, again.
Troy Bolton.
Gabriella felt her knees going weak at his presence. He was wearing a L.A Lakers jersey and shorts. His chestnut hair was sloppy, but yet it looked irresistible. What was really taunting Gabriella was his muscles. Now that they were in the out and open, she just couldn't control herself; it just was too much, they looked like they were going bulge out!
Troy walked over to the court, "Uh," he looks around, "are you waiting for someone?" I nodded, "Chad," I finally let out. He nodded. "Oh okay, then I'll best get going..." Troy puts his duffle bag over his shoulder and slowly walks away. Gabriella shook her head, "Mr. Bolton?" Troy turned around, "Its Troy, but yes?" He smiled, that million dollar smile, sigh darn that smile!
"Um, you're welcome to stay, after all the court doesn't belong to me." I fidgeted with the ball, while he stood there debating if he should stay or go. There was a warm feeling inside my stomach wanting him to stay..But of course I shook such feelings, it's nonsense; Silly crushes can wait.
He started walking to the bleachers, "Okay, I'll stay. If that's okay with you?" I nodded, reassuring him. He lifted his foot on the bleacher and started to tie his shoes. "So, you're going to' play a game with Chad today?" he asked.
I stood on the free-throw line, and shot the ball in the net. Swoosh. I grinned, "yeah, I've been waiting for him for a while? He told me he wanted a re-match." Troy turned around and chuckled. He went and got a basketball from his bag, "yeah, Chad is really stubborn when it comes to rematches, I noticed that when I played one-on-one with him." He looked up the net, and shot the ball. Swoosh.
I looked at him, impressed with his skills. "What? Impressed? Of course, his in the NBA for god's sake! Of course he's got skills!" Gabriella mentally kicked herself for the stupid thought. There was a silence, so Gabriella decided to break it. "So…how do you get to school without the paparazzi following?" Oh yeah, great question Gabriella, bring up the man's worst nightmare!
Troy chuckled, "Well, I used to live in a…uh, mansion, as some say, and then I moved, discreetly to a condo. So they wouldn't notice me. I changed my car, phone; everything. Whenever I go out I just go in disguise. Lets just say in 4 months, the paparazzi haven't found me." He started to do some dribbles, that were pretty cool. "Well its good that you've been able to live your life peacefully," I responded. He looked at me, and just..Stared. I couldn't move, but I knew I had to so I coughed and shot the ball to the net. Swoosh, in it goes. "Thanks," he muttered. "Comon' lets play some one on one!" Troy shouted, and rolled his ball to the side line. I grinned, "Finally a challenge! You're on!" and soon the game started.
An hour later, Troy and Gabriella drop to the clean court floor; panting. "I..have..never..played..a…game..like..that..with..a..girl..," Troy said, then noticed how mean it sounded, he coughed. "I mean..-" Gabriella stopped him, "I know..what..you mean..its cool." She looked at him and smiled. Troy returned the smile, and couldn't help but stare into her brown chocolate eyes…'Knock it off Troy, you're her teacher. Its against the rules..and it is illegal, she's 17 and your 21 for god's sake!' Troy smiled and looked up to ceiling.
After a few minutes, both of them got their breathes back, Troy got up and helped Gabriella. "Thank you," Gabriella told him sincerely. Troy then picked up the ball and dribbled it some more, he looked as if he wanted to say something; but he was in deep thought.
Gabriella looked at her watch and noticed it said 4:30. "Crap," she shouted. Troy looked up. Gabriella blushed and apologized. Troy chuckeled and said, "It's cool, what's wrong?" He looked at her with pure concern written across his face, but of course Gabriella just shook the idea. "Its 4:30, I have to go change and take a shower." Troy nodded, and gave Gabriella's ball back to her.
"It was fun, you know today." Troy told her. Gabriella nodded in agreement. She quietly went to her bag and picked up, and was about to walk out of the gym doors. "Wait!" She turned around and looked at Troy who was maybe a little too close to her. She could smell his cologne, and it was so diserable. Diserable? What is wrong with me? "Yes?" I asked. He looked around, obviously still in thought. "Do you want..to..um, play one on one..uh, again. With me? Another time? Whenever you're free ofcourse because I don't want to intru-" I put my finger over his lips, which caused him to stop.
"You're cute when you babble." I said, then noticed what I just said. I immediately blushed, "uh, I'd love to." Troy grinned, and said "Great! I'll see you on Monday? Tuesday? Just let me know, when ever." He grinned again, and waved to me and went to get his ball.
While I just smiled like a goofball and ran out of the gym, really excited about what just happened.
Wait, what did just happen?