Chapter 7
AN: I got stuck on this chapter. So it might suck. It's pretty short because if I kept writing from where I left off it would be a long chapter. And I have homework to do. :)
He was more than mad. He was pissed. He got kicked out of his first class on his first day back. He didn't do anything! It's not like he hit her. He just didn't want to do the project. He doesn't even know what any of it meant. When he saw he eyes all watery, he couldn't take it. He's never made a girl cry before. He hated that. He barely knew her. He needed relief. His mind was on overload. He needed something. And he knew just where to get it.
Instead of going to the office, like he was suppose to, he went out to his car. While walking out of the building he pulled out his cell phone and dialed those 7 numbers he knew by heart.
"Bolton! Where have you been the past two weeks?" A voice boomed through the little speaker after two rings.
"I was in jail. Hey you got any? I haven't had anything for two weeks. I'm dieing." Troy answered him.
"Where are you?"
" School. By my car." Troy answered before he hung up.
Troy waited outside for 10 minutes until he saw the familiar silver piece of crap car. And inside was Troy's favorite person at the moment.
" Yo man." Ricky Troy's dealer called through the closed window.
"Hey what's up?" Troy asked.
"No time for small talk. Get your shit so I can leave."
Troy grabbed the little bag from Ricky and shoved 40 bucks in his hand.
"Before I go, that's two weeks worth. Don't do anything stupid." Ricky warned.
But Troy didn't hear him because he was already in his car ripping open the bag. He barely lit the thing he was so desperate. That first puff was like heaven.
It was the end of the day at East High, and every student in the student body was trying to get out of the parking lot to start their weekend. But Gabriella was walking as slow as possible. She didn't want to waste her gas.
While walking to her car she noticed the car next to hers window's were steamy. As if someone chain-smoked for 2-weeks. But that wasn't her problem. Until she saw the head that was leaning against the window. It was Troy Bolton. And it looked as if he were dead.
Not thinking about what she was doing, she went over to the window and lightly tapped on it.
"Troy. You alive?" She asked through the window.
But when she didn't get a response, not even a stir, she panicked. Immediately she threw open the door, but started coughing wildly.
That's not cigarettes he's smoking. She thought.
But that was soon forgotten. The fact this boy was probably barely breathing, and had a very weak pulse shook her out of the other thoughts. She threw all her school books elsewhere and began to shake Troy.
"Troy! Wake up!" she screamed as she slapped his face. " Troy! Come on! SOMEONE HELP ME!"
But no one was around. Because they all left to go home.
"Please." She wept with tears in her eyes.
She didn't want to see him die. No matter how much she hated him. She couldn't and wouldn't let him die.
" Gabriella?" a voice came from behind her. It was Alex Lee, a guy from her English class. "What's going on?"
"Oh Alex! Thank god you came." The small girl cried as she wiped tears from her eyes.
"Is that Troy?" he asked. She just nodded her head. " I'll call for help." He said as he pulled a small silver phone from his pocket and dialed those 3 numbers no one ever wanted to call.
Facts about I'll cover you.
Lee is the last name of one of my good friends.
My friend Allie gave me the idea of Troy being saved by Gabriella instead of Chad.
I don't know if you can hear someone talk through closed car windows.
It took me all of school to write the first paragraph.
I got caught writing today. :
Peace n Chicken.