COME WITH ME
"How do you know that?" Cami asked confused.
"I know a lot about Gabriella," Troy replied.
"Like what?"
"You know that tattoo on her neck?" he asked and Cami nodded. Troy glanced at Gabriella to see she had frozen in her place. "Do you know why it is of the number 14?"
"Her lucky number," Cami replied and Troy smiled.
"Actually it's my lucky number. It's my jersey number," Troy replied. "She got it on our 2 year anniversary." Cami's jaw dropped and looked at Gabriella who had now turned her head towards them. "Do you know she was also the valedictorian? So it confuses me Cami, as to why a girl who had a 4.0 GPA, graduated from Stanford and had the whole world at her feet, is dancing on a bar." Cami looked at him in shock as Gabriella stormed over.
"What do you want?!" she exclaimed.
"I want to know what the fuck you are doing!" he exclaimed.
"Working!" she shot back.
"Not anymore you're not," he replied seriously.
"What?!" she exclaimed, looking at him like he was crazy.
"People are starting to stare sweetie," Cami mumbled to Gabriella.
"Ok, then maybe Troy should leave," Gabriella said glaring at him.
"Not until we at least talk," he shot back.
"Fine! Outside!" she exclaimed storming over to the end of the bar. Troy followed her as she ducked under it. She threw him a glare as she came up beside him, and he gave her a stern look. She angrily walked through the bar, and he followed. They finally got to the door and she opened it, not bothering to hold it open for him.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Gabriella exclaimed as he walked out.
"I could ask you the same thing!" he shot back.
"It's none of your damn business!" she screamed.
"None of my business! Are you kidding me? You expect me to stand and watch you shake your ass for a bunch of drunk guys look at you like you are no more than a piece of ass, and not do anything about it!" he yelled.
"Yes, cause newsflash, we aren't together anymore! We haven't been for 5 years!"
"That doesn't mean I don't care about you!" he exclaimed and she froze. He took a deep breath and sighed. "What are you doing Gabi? You are so much better than this."
"It's not what you think Troy. I'm happy," she replied and he shook his head. "As happy as an aspiring singer/songwriter can be. And I get paid good money here," she defended.
"I don't care how much you get paid. No amount of money is worth doing what your doing."
"You're acting like I'm a hooker! I'm a bartender, Troy," she replied. He sighed and thought for a second.
"That might as well be a stripper! You can't do this anymore!"
"Why not? No other job would pay me this much and give me the time to work on my music," she replied. "I'm just trying to pursue my dream Troy, I don't really have any other choice." He sighed and thought for a second.
"Come to L.A. with me," he said and she looked at him like he was insane.
"What?" she asked in shock.
"Come to L.A. You can stay at my house; it's too big for me anyways. I have a friend who is a music producer, I'm sure he can help you put together a demo…"
"Are you serious? I don't need your charity!" she exclaimed, now looking disgusted.
"Charity?! I'm sorry for wanting to help!" he shot back.
"I don't need help!" she exclaimed. "I'm fine!" She turned to storm off but he grabbed her wrist and turned her back around.
"Don't think of it as charity, think of it as a friend helping a friend," he replied seriously.
"Why do you think I need help? Because I don't live in a Beverly Hills mansion like you?" she shot back.
"No! Because if my instincts are correct you live in a tiny apartment in an unsafe neighborhood," he replied and she froze, not knowing what to say, for he was right. "Please Gabi, come to L.A."
"Look Troy, it's nice of you to offer, but I can't," she replied. "It was nice seeing you again." With that she turned around to walk back into the bar.
"Gabi!" he exclaimed, trying to stop her, but she didn't stop. He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. If there was one thing he knew, he was going to help her, no matter what she had to say.
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