Disclaimer: I do not own HSM or any of the characters from it.
Previous Chapter...
"Is this Jack Bolton's house?" the female officer asked.
"Yes, it is. Why?" asked Troy who wasn't really bothered.
"Um well you must be his son then. We just found out that you dad was in an accident. No one survived including your father," said the male officer.
"What!"said a shocked Troy.
Chapter 3 ...
Troy tussled and turned in his bed. He couldn't sleep at all. All he could think about was what was going to happen to him. Was he still going to have the same life? He was supposed to meet a social care worker and then he would meet a lawyer to see his dad's will. Troy stepped out of his bed and headed for the kitchen.
He opened the fridge door and took a bottle of beer, and drank the whole thing down in one gulp. He also drank when he was anger or when he couldn't control how he felt. He looked around the apartment, it felt so empty. Even though his dad usually wasn't there, it still felt like he was still there. But know there wasn't anyone. Troy hadn't cried at all. That was how he blocked any of his feelings from coming out.
--HSM--
Next morning Troy woke up to the phone ringing. Troy had finally fallen asleep at 4 o'clock in the morning. Troy rubbed his eyes and yawned as he stretched his body. He pushed his self off the couch and slowly moved his self towards the phone. He picked it up and was answered by a women,
"Hello is this Troy Bolton?"
"Yes, who's this?" asked Troy.
"I'm Melissa Crawford from New York's Children Centre. I work for them as social care worker," explained Melissa.
"Oh, what do you want," said Troy rudely.
"Listen I understand you've lost your father but there's no need to be rude," said Melissa who was annoyed with teenagers like him.
"Whatever," muttered Troy.
"I'm coming over in an hour to pick you up and bringing you to the centre," said Melissa.
"No I'll get there myself. Just give me the address, Melissa," said Troy.
"It's Mrs Crawford," said Melissa.
"Then why did you tell me your first name," argued Troy.
"Just get to 22 Oxford Street in an hour," said Melissa and hung up the phone. Troy put the phone down and switched on the T.V. Once Troy was got bored he went into his bathroom. He stripped all of his clothes and got into the shower not worrying about the time.
Twenty minutes later Troy stepped out of the shower. He wrapped the towel around is waist and walked into his closet. He got changed into a pair of dark, baggy, denim jeans. He slipped a white A&F t-shirt on with a black jacket on top. He put a pair of black Nike trainers and hooked his sun glasses onto his t-shirt. Troy left his room and went into the kitchen.
Troy put the beer bottles in the glass bin and took a slice of muddy chocolate cake. He looked at the clock as took a spoonful of cake it had been an hour and half since the phone call. Once he finished the cake he dumped the dish and spoon into the sink.
Once Troy was in his car slipped on his sunglasses and drove to the centre. When he arrived he got out of his car and locked the car door. He headed towards the reception where there was an angry looking woman. Troy just smirked he had given the exact impression he wanted. He walked towards her like nothing was wrong and said,
"You must be..." and cut off by Melissa saying,
"You're late."
"Well once you called I...," said Troy but was cut again by Melissa.
"We're already running late so I don't have time to listen to your silly little excuses. So follow me." Troy followed Melissa into her office. Troy took a seat in front of her desk.
"You weren't ask to take a seat," said an annoyed Melissa.
"You were going to ask me anyway," replied Troy as he smirked. Troy knew she was fed up with him already. She took a seat in front of him.
"Well you know why your here, don't you," asked Melissa.
"Yes I do, my dad died and since I'm not 18 I can't live by myself. But I don't see why I need someone as when my dad was alive I usually lived by myself. So you see there is no point for this meeting," explained Troy.
"There is point for this meeting. Even though the usually you live with your parents until your 18 in your dad has said you will be looked after until your 21," said Melissa.
"That not right every other teenager gets freedom at 18," argued Troy.
"Well that's your dad's discussion," said Melissa.
"But he's dead," yelled Troy.
"So since that is the case we have to look for someone who can look after you. Since your grandparents are dead and you have no other relatives from your dad's family. We going to send
you to your mother," said Melissa. Troy's eyes widened, he was going to go to his mums, the women that had left him after he was born.
"I am not going that filthy cow's house and I'm not going to live with her either," shouted Troy.
"Well you can't go to anyone else unless you your mother says so which I don't think that will happen as she has decided to take you in," said Melissa.
"I am not going to live with that thing," said Troy.
"I don't want to discuss this with you. You can discuss it with your mother as she is meeting us at the lawyer's office," explained Melissa.
"I am not meeting her," said Troy.
"You are. Get to the lawyers office in an hour and don't be late," said Melissa. Troy stormed out the building pushing the man out of the way who was trying to get in. Troy drove at fast speed to his apartment and slammed the door and slide down the door. He put his head into his hands. There was no way he was going to meet his stupid mother. The women that had abandoned him, after he was born and had broken his dad's heart, why would he go and live with her? Troy knew what he was going to do, he was going go and give her peace of his mind. He took another a bottle of beer and drank the whole thing and left.
--HSM--
Troy pushed the door open of the office building. He went over to the receptionist and asked,
"Where are Melissa Crawford and Thomas Howard?"
"There on the third floor, second door down," replied the women. Troy left the reception and went up the elevator. Once he was on the third floor, he went toward the second door and opened and said,
"Where is she?"
"Ah see you made it on time," said Melissa.
"Where is she?" said Troy through his gritted teeth.
"Your mother is coming in half an hour but first of all we need to go through your dad's will," said Melissa. "Sit down." There were two seats next to Melissa and he knew one would be for his mum so he moved his chair on the other side of her.
"What are you doing?" questioned Melissa.
"I'm not going anywhere near her," said Troy. "Can we get on with this?" For the first time since Troy got there Thomas spoke,
"Okay well this is the last will of Jack Bolton, revised last month. He had been my client for the past twenty years, and had good friend of mine..." Thomas never finished his sentence as Troy interrupted him and said,
"I don't care if you were my dad's friend or not. I just want to know what my dad wrote on his will."
"Okay," stuttered Thomas and carried on with what he was saying. "To my son, you were my only child and have proud of everything you have become. Your great young man and even though I was always tough on you always have been successful. Also your success has not ended; you have many things still to face so good luck for the future. I would never change you apart from maybe your temper so don't change and make the world proud of you as I am. Troy, my son, I leave you my property including the villa in Spain and Orlando and the house in LA; my possession including my cars; all the money I have ever made; I leave the whole company as well, you well inherit all this the day you turn twenty-one." Troy carried on listening without lifting his head up.
"Also if I am already dead before you are twenty one then I would like you to be still in care with someone even though I know you can look after yourself. I just want you safe as you are my only child. So please don't argue about this," said Thomas and looked up at Melissa who was looking at Troy with anger her eyes as he had argued about it and also with hope he wouldn't argue about again. Troy knew she was looking at her as if she should listen to that but Troy still wasn't going to live with his mother.
"Also Chris Harris my loyal, friend and the second manager of the company will take charge of the company until you are twenty one but still you will make the major decision of the company. But if the company starts to go bad after Chris Harris becomes charge you can always fire him," said Thomas. "I love you son and good luck in the NBA or whatever you decide to do." Troy finally looked up.
"So what now?" asked Troy.
"We wait from your mother," replied Melissa. Troy had forgotten about while Thomas had read the will out but the anger had returned to her.
"She's not my mother," said Troy. Just then a woman in her early forties walked in. She had light brown hair with bits of grey appearing. She had the same eyes as Troy. Troy turned and anger flow through his veins. There was the woman that had abandoned him. He was just about to open his mouth to saying something when Melissa said,
"Ah you must Lucille Walter, this is..." but was cut off by the women walking over to Troy with her arms open and saying,
"Troy, my son." But was stopped by Troy getting up and moving away and yelling,
"I am not your bloody son." Lucille was taken back by him yelling and stopped dead in her tracks.
"Troy that is not the way you talk to your mother," said Melissa.
"Why don't you all get this into your head. That woman over there is not my mother. What kind of mother abandons there son a couple of weeks after their born to run off with some guy and breaking my dad's heart. My mother is dead for me since the day she left me," shouted Troy. His face was exploding with anger and his eyes were dark blue unlike usual. His mum's face was bright red as well.
"Troy sit down and calm down," said Melissa. Troy didn't sit down he just stood there with full hate in his eyes.
"Is that what your dad told you?" asked Lucille quietly.
"Yes he did and don't say it's not true because I'm not going to listen to any of your bullshit," said Troy.
"I'm not saying any of it isn't true," said Lucille.
"Because all of it is true," yelled Troy.
"Listen when I met your dad we liked each other but dad said he loved me but I didn't love him. After couple of months knowing him I got pregnant with you. We were so happy but while I was pregnant I meet this man, Greg Walter and I fell in love. He was always there for me unlike your father who was always too busy for me. So after you were born, a couple of week later my dad caught me with Greg at a restaurant and he was furious and told me never to come back and he said he was going to give you the best life ever and he would never feel like he needed a mother," explained Lucille as she stared at her son.
"I don't need to here your bloody story. It doesn't prove anything. Did you even try to meet? No, you were to busy your precious boyfriend," yelled Troy. Tears were appearing in his mum's eye. She felt as if she had just been slapped in her face.
"That's why I want to make it up to you by taking you in," said Lucille.
"I'm not some dog that you're taking in," said Troy.
"Troy listen you are going with your mother and that's final," said Melissa. Just then Troy remembered the conversation with Gabriella that he had had last summer.
Gabriella sat on Troy's lap on the chair in his apartment's balcony with a blanket around both of them. Troy had just had told her about his mother and how she had left him. Troy had told her everything that no one else knew. He had no problem in telling her anything, he could be his real self in front of her.
"Troy?" whispered Gabriella.
"Yes, babe," said Troy looked down at the girl on his chest.
"Can I ask you something?" asked Gabriella.
"Of course you can," said Troy as he rubbed her arms.
"Um I... was wondering...Actually never mind," said Gabriella as he didn't know had he would take it.
"What is it? Is something wrong?" said Troy.
"No, it's just I was wondering, what would you do if you meet your mum?" asked Gabriella as she looked at there intertwined hands.
"I would yell at her and give her a piece of my mind," said Troy as he eyes got darker just of the thought of it.
"But what if she was really sorry for what she did? Maybe she had reason for it," said Gabriella.
"Brie don't you get, she left me, don't you think sorry is not enough," said Troy.
"I know but what if she was blackmailed to be with that guy or she was abused by him?" said Gabriella. Troy thought, What if that is true?
"I guess but she could have at least to meet me and if she was abused she shouldn't have been with him anyway," said Troy.
"I know but just promise me this that if you do ever meet your mum you give her a chance," said Gabriella as she finally looked up at Troy. She knew she was going to break his heart and he was going to always hate her when he found out the truth about her. She knew he wouldn't talk to people like he did to her and maybe when he found the truth he would think she had been manipulating into telling everything.
"I promise but only because I love you and don't want to lose you," said Troy as he captured he lips. When they broke away Gabriella said,
"I love you too." Gabriella kissed him gently on the lips and snuggled into him.
Only if Troy had known she had been lying to him all along and she was going to break his heart. But he had promised it to Gabriella and he usual didn't make promise and when he did he kept.
"Fine but don't think that I think of you as my mother and that I'm your son. I'm just a kid you've decide to adopt so don't hug me or kiss me. Just don't touch me. I'm only doing this because I promised someone close to me that when I met the woman that gave me birth I would give her a chance," said Troy.
"Okay," said Lucille whose eyes were glistening with happiness.
"But I have one condition and that is that Mrs Walter is not the person in charge of my inheritance until I'm twenty-one, Mr Thomas Howard is," said Troy.
"What?" said Melissa and Thomas in unison.
"Or I'm not going," said Troy as he sat down.
"Why Thomas?" said Melissa.
"Because I don't trust Mrs Walter or her husband and Thomas is too scared to even touch my inheritance," said Troy.
"Well I have to ask you Lucille as you're his parent," said Melissa but changed once she saw the look Troy was giving her. "I mean guardian."
"I don't mind," said Lucille.
"What about you Thomas?" said Melissa.
"I don't mind," said Thomas who was getting scared of Troy after seeing Troy's reaction.
"And you better not touch my things," threatened Troy. Thomas nodded.
"Mrs Walter if you just sign this," said Thomas. She went over and signed all of the documents and so did Thomas.
"Well Troy since your going to live with a Lucille. That means you've got to pack your stuff as you will be moving in tomorrow. Also Lucille lives in the opposite side of New York to you will be moving schools," explained Melissa. Troy's eyes widened and said,
"Then what school am I going to."
"Your going to East High," said Melissa.
"I can't go to that tramp of a school," said Troy. "You live in the poorer part of the city?"
"Um yes," said Lucille. If he went to East High he would have to Gabriella everyday with her ass of a boyfriend Nathan.
"Can't I go my old school? I have a car I can use," said Troy finding a way to get out of this.
"No Lucille has said it's better if you leave your car at your apartment. It could get stolen easily," said Melissa.
"So I have no choice," said Troy.
"Well yes," said Melissa. "Also once you move in I want to make sure you don't stay at your apartment so I want you to give me your apartment's keys."
"I'll give you them tomorrow," said Troy. "But before I go to East High I want one thing from the and I won't be going until I get."
"And what it that?" said Melissa who was sick of his attitude.
"Well I want to be the captain of the basketball team and the permission to change whatever I feel like," said Troy as he smirked.
"I don't think they'll listen but I'll see what I can do," said Melissa. "And if that's all you can leave."
"No there just one more thing and that for you," said Troy turning his head towards Lucille. "I want my own room 'cause I don't want to spend my time with any of your brats you have."
"I had planned you in a room of your own," said Lucille who smiled at him.
"Good," said Troy as he slipped on his sunglasses and left the room.
"You're going to have tough time with him," said Melissa as she gathered her stuff.
"I know," said Lucille.
--HSM--
Troy packed his clothes into his suitcase. He had decided not take everything as he'll keep it for when he would stay there. He packed all of his clothes in two large suitcases and one large suitcase with his trainers and shoes and accessories. In one bag he put his best basketball, a picture of him and his dad; a box that had Gabriella's things. He didn't know why he kept it but he did. Occasionally he would go through it when he missed her or when he felt like needed her. Before he put it in, he looked through it. Inside were pictures of them together, the necklace that he had given her and some of the things he had of hers. Troy put the box in his bag. He knew she had hurt her him and he hated it her but he still loved her and this would make him mad as he didn't want to. Also know he would have to see her everyday in someone else's arms which made three times worse.
I know it's been a long time since which I'm sorry for but I've updated now. Been kind of confused with Troy and Gabriella's past relationship but I think I'm okay now. Also I hate the summary for this story so I need a new one and need your help so give me suggestions on what I should do by writing it in you review or send me an email. If you have any ideas or suggestion you can write me in your review or send me an email. So please R&R!
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