Okay so here's the first chapter. I'm not really liking but I figured since I haven't updated in a decade I better get something up. I won't waste anymore time. Here you go:
Chapter 1:
"Get out of the way!" I turned sharply only too see a pair of cold blue eyes staring back at me. "I said move Montez!"
Stepping out of the line of Troy Bolton I sighed slamming my locker, it was the same thing every day. Troy Bolton was probably the hottest and most feared guy at East High. He sits only with his basketball friends and cheerleaders, only talks to them, only looks at them. Everyone else is invisible to him; that is except for me. For some reason Troy has always picked on me. My friend Taylor is actually jealous of the attention I get from him, which is ridiculous. She's always saying, "Gaby, he only picks on you because he likes you." Yeah right. Troy only likes the dumb blondes, with the fake orange tan, long skinny legs, and wear short skirts and throw themselves at him 24/7.
I pushed open the doors to East High and walked out of them pulling my bag closer to my side as the cold wind whipped through my hair, blowing it in all directions. I started flattening it down again when I heard girls laughing. I looked over to see Troy surrounded by girls in short skirts. Their legs were pink from the cold wind; they had to look good, even if it meant wearing skirts that were pretty much the size of a belt.
I walked briskly down the street back to my house, which was conveniently only about a block away from East High. After several minutes of walking I finally turned into my driveway. I looked momentarily at the house beside ours, it had been up for sale forever, and the For Sale sign was almost unreadable from the weather. Opening the front door, I took off my shoes, threw my school bag on a chair, and walked into the kitchen.
"Hey hunny, how was school?" My mother asked me looking up from a book.
"The same as always," I said opening the fridge and searching for some food.
"Did you hear about the Robinson's house?"
"No," I said sitting down at the table. "Did they finally sell it to someone?"
"Yes, I thought Troy might have told you at school."
"Troy?" I questioned eating a few crackers. "What does this have to do with Troy?"
"He's moving into the house next door."
-And that was the day my life turned upside down.
I stared at the paper before me containing a large F on the front. I'd failed another geography test. Great, just great. The teacher had given me one more chance to get my mark up or I was being forced to get a tutor. And that chance he had given me was the test I'd just failed. For some reason I just didn't get geography. I had just about straight A's in all of my other classes except geography. Folding up the paper and sticking it in my book, I looked around the room. Troy and his friends were sitting at the back of the classroom fooling around. The teacher was still handing out the rest of the tests and when he came to Troy's desk he stopped. The teacher handed Troy his test and he just looked at it smirking and crammed it in his book.
How could he be so casual about a test that he had no doubt failed? My head snapped back to the front as I heard Mr. Honet say "Gabriella, could I please see you out in the hall for a moment." My heart skipped a beat and I stood up in my desk, I knew what was coming; I had to get a tutor. I followed him out of the door but quickly looked back into the classroom first. Troy and his friends were all laughing at me.
"Miss Montez, I believe I told you that if you received a failing grade on your last paper than you would need to get a tutor. Well, as you have just seen you did receive a failing grade so I'm afraid you will need a tutor to pass my class."
I nodded my head slowly.
"I haven't found you a suitable tutor yet but I will let you know on Monday who it will be, and I expect that you're first lesson will be Monday night. That'll be all Miss Montez."
Great. Now I had to spend my Monday night getting tutored by some nerd in a subject I hate.
I walked back into the classroom and took a seat, closing my binder. Seconds later the bell rang signalling the end of the day.
Walking out into the hall I watched as most of my class raced to their lockers to get out of the school for the weekend. By the time I got to my locker, the halls were just about empty. Shoving my geography binder and book into my bag I walked slowly out of the school and down the street to my house. As I came nearer to my house I noticed the large truck in the driveway beside my house. I guess Troy was moving in this weekend. I groaned flinging open my front door and slamming it behind me.
"Bad day sweetie?" I heard my mothers voice say from the kitchen.
"I guess," I muttered starting to run up the stairs.
"Gabriella come back here for a minute."
I slowly walked into the kitchen. "I baked some cookies for the Bolton's next door, their moving in today so I thought it would be nice for them. Do you think you could drop them off before supper?"
Drop them off? Are you kidding me?
"Do I have to?" I pleaded with my mom. "I don't like Troy."
"Please Gabriella, you don't even have to see Troy, just give them to his parents."
I walked over to the cookies and picked them up. I might as well get this over with now. I put on my coat and shoes and walked out the door holding the tray carefully. Movers were still taking their furniture from the truck and bringing it into the house, so the front door was left open. I walked up to it and looked around, I couldn't see anyone.
"Hello?" I called.
A woman with long brown hair and a kind face came into view.
"Hi Mrs. Bolton, I'm Gabriella Montez, we live next door. My mother just sent me over here to give you guys some cookies."
"Well that was very nice Gabriella, why don't you come in?"
"Oh that's all right, I have to go-" but she was already dragging me into their new house.
Damn them for being nice.
"Really Mrs. Bolton, I have to be going," I said trying my best to sound friendly.
"Oh nonsense dear, you can spare a couple minutes. Come sit down."
I glanced around the room, I guess we were supposed to be in their new kitchen, but looking around I noticed their wasn't any chairs, or a table for that matter in their yet. I looked at Mrs. Bolton and she seemed to notice it too.
"Well I guess we can't quite sit down yet," she said laughing and reaching for a cookie.
"Mom, who are you talking to," Troy Bolton said walking into the room and the last word died in his mouth as he realized just who was in his house.
My stomach dropped, I tried to look away from Troy's powerful stare but for some reason I couldn't.
"Montez," Troy said nodding. I tried to say something back but as I opened my mouth nothing came out.
"Oh, you know Gabriella, Troy?" Troy's mom said almost jumping with happiness.
"Yeah, we go to school together," Troy said in monotone.
"Oh well that's wonderful Troy! You know someone in the neighbourhood, and she even
lives next door!"
I realized I still couldn't say anything so I tried a smile at Mrs. Bolton, she gave me a weird look back so I'm thinking my smile probably turned out to be more of a grimace.
Mentally cursing myself I finally managed to say, "well, bye," and I made a dash for their from door.
"Wait Gabriella!" I heard her say.
I turned around and Mrs. Bolton came to a halt. "Why don't you and your mother come over for dinner Sunday night in thanks for these wonderful cookies? All our things should be in place then, well at least a table." Mrs. Bolton said laughing to herself.
"That would be great Mrs. Bolton but you see me and my mom are bus-" But once again I was cut off.
"I'll see you Sunday then dear, have a nice day."
What the hell!? Now not only was I the Bolton's neighbour, but I was coming to their house two days from now? For supper!? Could my life seriously get any worse? So much for just handing the cookies to the parents.
The next two days unfortunately passed quickly and I tried my best to look calm as my mother knocked on the door to the Bolton's house. Mrs. Bolton answered the door beaming.
"Hello Gabriella, nice to see you. And you must be Mrs. Montez. Come in, come in!"
I stepped once again into the Bolton's house; it was much more put together since the last time I'd seen it.
"Suppers just about ready!" Mrs. Bolton said droning on about what she was making. I looked around for any sign of Troy.
"Gabriella dear, could you go fetch Troy for me, he's in his room. Third room on the left upstairs." Said Mrs. Bolton
Oh just fabulous. I walked up the stairs and passed two doors before stopping at the third. I knocked twice and waited. Nothing. I knocked again, a bit louder. Still nothing.
I slowly opened the door and peered inside only to see Troy walking out of an adjoining bathroom, in nothing but a towel.
OH.MY.GOD
I was. . .and he was. . .and it was. . .and I just. . .and...
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Troy. Dripping wet, in a towel.
There was no way I had survived that long living beside someone who looked like that...in a towel. Not that I was gawking of course. Not that I was staring mesmerized as the water droplets rolled down his toned chest and then teasingly disappeared under the white cotton of his towel. No, not at all.
"Gaby?" Oh my God. I had to look up, but my eyes kept on staring.
"Hmpmm," was all that came out of my mouth and I finally tore my eyes away from Troy.
"Is dinner ready?" Troy said starting to run another small towel through his hair.
Did he really expect me to talk under these circumstances? So I nodded my head.
"Tell her I'll be down in a minute Gaby." I walked out of the room and closed the door quickly.
Gaby? Since when had he called me Gaby? All he'd ever called me is Montez. I took a moment before going back downstairs to compose myself. Taking a few deep breaths and fixing my hair I walked slowly down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Troy said he'd be down in a minute." I said to Mrs. Bolton and joined the Bolton's at the table. Mr. Bolton, sat at the head of the table. On one side were my mom and Mrs. Bolton, and I was sitting on across from them. With one empty chair beside me, so I'll be sitting next to Troy.
At that moment, Troy walked down the stairs and took a seat next to me. As he sat down, his hand momentarily brushed mine and I felt my cheeks redden and the skin he touched burn. The image of him in a towel still fresh in my mind I dug my hand into my forehead trying to erase the image.
Not working.
I sat quietly all dinner trying not to accidentally bump elbows, legs, or arms. Well this was a nice dinner?
My leg twitched and it hit Troy's leg. Damn.
"Sorry," I said quietly to Troy.
"It's okay," he said smiling.
Maybe this dinner wasn't as bad as I thought. But one thing was burning my conscience. Why was Troy being so nice to me?
So there was the first chappp! I'm happy I'm finally finished ahha! It took me soo long and its not even that good. But it's my longest chap yet!
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