I'm back

I'm back! I finally came up with another IDEA, and I am very excited to be back on here again…..and bonus, if all of you lovely readers could review, I'll love you forever if you do!

Enjoy Troyella!

Gabriella Montez sighed at the boisterous crowd that had just emerged moments before her eyes. Glamorous, gum-chewing cheerleaders gathered around the two shadows centered in the circled group of students, and more girls with starry looks on their faces applauded and cheered while joining the spirited squad.

Another typical day at East High…..

Gabriella finished gathering her pile of books in her locker, slammed it, and quietly walked down the hallway, expecting more rings and squeals to come forth.

It wasn't like she was all for school spirit, I mean, who didn't like a boost or a championship? But it was the fact that everything seemed to revolve around one group of people, the jocks…

It was like this was their kingdom to rule upon, they were not royalty, but dictators, corrupt dictators who corrupted their kingdom to get what they wanted, while people like her, less talented people in athletics had to work their butts off to earn what belonged to them…

Teachers turned their figures when they filled in the wrong bubble on tests, they "blinked" when they threw paper airplanes in the classroom or texted and changed their ringtones while doing a lab report, they had even retreated to picking on lowly people like her in order to boost their confidence for the upcoming game….

Life had always seemed to revolve around the prom queens and kings….

And it seemed like high school couldn't end any sooner

Just a few more months, Gabriella…….Just a few more and you'll be out of there and you can start all over…..

She could already imagine the twinkling lights, strolling down the streets, looking at the Eiffel Tower while chowing down on French cheese or a croissant, admiring the magnificent works of art while traveling down the luxurious Louvre Museum, and meeting glorious new people that would expand outside of the dimwits that had occupied a majority of East High School. She would discover a new world out there for a semester in Paris, France, and then it was off to Duke University to study medicine.

She could just taste her dreams from seconds away….when really it was the scent of burritos coming from the cafeteria….

She took one last glance at the figures of Chad Danforth and Troy Bolton, sighed, and entered her AP Chemistry class…..

Troy Bolton had girls all over him, glamorous, gorgeous girls at his feet, almost who would die for one date with him….

Troy Bolton had also been a guy who got whatever he wanted, never really working for what he got, because it was always given to him….well, except basketball, of course…

He couldn't help it, and if he had a girlfriend, a beautiful, intelligent girlfriend that hopefully wouldn't fall at his feet immediately, and give him some room to breathe in, well, it would be the icing on the cake….

If only…He had thought when briefly gazing at the beautiful Latina who had rolled her eyes and walked into a near classroom….

Gabriella Montez had always been a quiet one and polite young lady to everyone, never really saying much unless spoken too, and the only time she really ever revealed her feelings to anyone didn't even know her identity, her name, her address, anything…which was what she liked…

In a sense, being invisible gave her freedom to roam around and not have any expectations from anybody except teachers and her overachieving mom…. She could just be normal Gabriella instead of the overachieving, goal-oriented Gabriella Montez….

With that, she grinned, and powered up her MAC computer, and opened an IM window…

Mysteriouschica: Hey you…….

Playhardboi: What's up?

Mysteriouschica: Just preparing for a test…..as usual….I hate AP courses

Playhardboi: I hate to brag….but I take it pretty easy around here….

Mysteriouschica: I wish the same could be said for me, goodness, I cannot wait until I can get out of here. From my mom, from this school…everything…the world seems so big and endless out there. There are just so many things to discover, you know?

Playhardboi: I know how you feel….my dad's been hard on me about college and scholarships and such….I just, I feel the need to take a break from school and do my own thing, separate myself from this image that my dad has always set for me…..

Mysteriouschica: Sounds like we have the same problems, playhardboi…

Playhardboi: So if you could choose, what would you be doing with the rest of your life instead of what has been set for you 20 years pre birth?

Mysteriouschica: I've never really thought about anything I would do besides what's been expected for me……but I want to travel the world, see all the places, meet cool and new and different types of people, I don't know, maybe even surf?

Playhardboi: LOL. Sounds exciting. So what are you doing instead?

Mysteriouschica: Medicine. Then its off to some fancy Ivy League school to boost my resume, a high paying salary with some job at a prestigious hospital and living with my Sally and Roger in some house with a picket fence, a dog, and a husband, probably…….

Playhardboi: Doesn't sound so shabby to me…

Mysteriouschica: Not when's it all been planned long before you were born…

Mysteriouschica: What about you?

Playhardboi: Hate saying this online, but I just need someone else to talk too…

Mysteriouschica: Is that supposed to be offensive?

Playhardboi: No, it's just how can I say everything to you when I have no earthly idea who you are?

Mysteriouschica: I'm kind of creeped out by the Internet and the fact that we're doing this….

Playhardboi: You know that this is an East High network, right?

Mysteriouschica: You could be some 30 year old man still a senior…

Playhardboi: HA HA.

Mysteriouschica: I'll see you soon, playhardboi.

Playhardboi: I'll see you, mysterious chica.

Troy Bolton soon closed his laptop, unplugged it, and put it in his case, soon standing up to run to his next class….

Mysteriouschica: What are you up too?

Playhardboi: Thinking…

Mysteriouschica: About what?

Playhardboi: About you…..what's going to happen….to us?

Mysteriouschica: Never thought about it that way. I don't know. I don't even know your name.

Playhardboi: I want to see you…soon. When can we meet up?

Mysteriouschica: Meet me tomorrow night at Luna Park, on the bench near the large oak tree. 8 P.M.

mysterious chica has signed off

Gabriella was usually a nervous person, an uptight control freak who liked everything in order, and this meeting had to go PERFECTLY. Either he was a freak or he was her dream come true, she had never seen something that she had no control over.

But she liked it….the fact that for once in her life, no one controlled what she did, not even she did, because she didn't even know who this person was, the fact that she could lay her nerves off someone she barely knew, but felt like she knew forever in some way.

It had been 6 blissful months being part of this strange, online relationship, and now it was up to destiny to see where it would lead too next….

Gabriella walked blissfully around the park at 7:00, her hair up in a high ponytail, wearing jeans and simple black flats, she never felt so comfortable besides here, that or through her computer screen.

Here, she dreamed of the lights in Paris, the thought of escaping from her overbearing mother, and the incredible thought of love sweeping her off her feet.

She hated how clichéd it sounded, but she could imagine him, the perfect guy, one who shared the same traits of hers, perfection, pure perfection, and there, he would sweep her into his arms and hold her, make her feel loved, make her feel more love than she could ever possible dream of.

Love, a four letter world that held so many doubts and possibilities simultaneously.

It wasn't until 1 hour later, that the hope of love had escaped and the pit of nervousness began again, waiting for her dream guy to come, that was all of her thoughts had disappeared the moment that a familiar figure came across her: shaggy dirty blonde hair, high cheekbones, and amazing, cobalt eyes that were so blue, you could almost drown in them. He arrived in wrinkled jeans and a jacket, and she could almost taste the heavy scent of his cologne.

It wasn't until she recognized him as Troy Bolton when she lost all of her senses.

"Gabriella? Gabriella Montez? Are you mysteriouschica?"

She carefully nodded and crossed her arms defensively.

"Yes. I am. Wait…..you are playhardboi?"

He nodded in reply and his eyes went wide like saucers.

She put a hand through her thick dark hair, and sat down on the nearby bench.

"This cannot be possible," she muttered to herself, shocked. Troy Bolton, Wildcat superstar, popular boy who out of a population of over 2500 students had been her dream guy? The same Troy Bolton who used to partially eat her glue sticks while she had crafted in Jr. K? The same Troy Bolton, who he and his friends had spilled Coke all over her new pink sweater in 8th grade? This Troy Bolton?

"This was a mistake," she stood up after a few moments and stormed out until he gently grabbed her arm.

"Gabriella, wait. I'm just as surprised as you are."

"Exactly, which is why this can never be mentioned again. Just, we have 3 months until school is out and we can just forget about it through time. I'll go home, you go, and it will be left unnoticed."

"I never said I wanted you to go," his eyes looked desperate.

"But I do," her eyes replied with firmness.

"Can we just, just talk about this?"

She never replied back, ignoring his pleading face.

"Gabriella, please. I….I liked talking to you; I liked having someone to go to when there was no one else around, where I could just be me instead of everyone's expectations of me."

"But you are Troy. Troy Bolton, likely to be an NBA top choice, Troy Bolton. Why would you need someone like me?"

"Because you're smart, strong, kind, and beautiful. And you are the only one out of a world of people who sees someone different, and you didn't even know it was me."

"Gabriella, I've wanted you since I was in the 8th grade, after they spilled a Coke onto your sweater and you yelled at us in front of everyone. It showed that you saw beyond the labels and saw that we're just people too and it doesn't give us a royal right to treat people like that, especially ones like you."

"You want to be with me?" her voice shook and her body quivered.

"I think this could work."

"But we had a few IM conversations and went to school together for a few years….how can this work?"

"We have 3 months to get it right…."

"And the rest of our lives? Troy, this is the worst time to start a relationship now. When I wanted to meet you, I just wanted to see your face. I'm going to Paris for a semester and then to Duke…."

"I'm going to Duke on a scholarship, Gabriella…."

Gabriella's eyes went wider and she tried to find it in her head to discover another excuse…

"What about the Wildcats? Your friends? The status quo?"

"Do you really think I care about that now when all I've wanted was you," he came so close to her, she could feel his breath.

"I…..I….," she gulped.

"I've wanted you since the 5th grade," she blurted out. "Ever since you wrote that poem on Michael Jordan and his inspiration, it just touched me." She rolled her eyes. "And you aren't so bad looking either……"

"So, I'll be seeing you?" Troy finally whispered out, just centimeters away from her lips.

"Yeah," she wistfully replied back, almost filling the space in between until he spoke….

"Friday night, 6:00, I have a telescope on my balcony. I'll meet you at yours."

He pulled a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her curl for a few moments.

"You could always IM me…." She joked, her voice still quivering.

"I know. But what's the point, when I'll spend all my time with you tomorrow and the day after that, and on and on, anyway?"

"I'll be seeing you," she said, walking in an opposite direction from him.

He waved, and continued through where he originated from.

So, he didn't kiss me that night. But what I found immediately from that was that we had the rest of our lives to figure that out, because eventually, it would always come back to me and him.

Anyways, I have no idea how this idea came to me. Different, I know, but still the same ending as always. Always comes back to the supercouples...