Chapter 27

Stalker By Boring Stalker

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The day was nice. The sun was up above the horizon, making a beautiful glow of complimentary colors glow around the beach. The waters were low, rising into waves every once in a while. People ran around the park laughing and talking amongst themselves. And some people like Rosie were sat in a chair, relaxing.

Rosie couldn't remember the last time she could just sit back and relax.

Well, that was until she saw Gabriella and Troy and another guy. Troy looked like he was about to rip the guys head off.

Oh, boy.

…

"Look, I'm making a sand castle," Cassandra said to Sammy. She had stripped down into a ruffle little bikini and Sammy couldn't keep his eyes off of her. Just wait until he's in high school and knows what boobs are…

Like in New Mexico the teenagers went their own ways. Maxine, Sharpay, Selena and Leilani went out to find some cute boys to play with and Reva, Emil, Troy and Gabriella all relaxed in each others arms in a secluded part of the beach.

Gabriella sighed and snuggled deeper into Troy's arms. "I never wanna go away," she moaned.

"Keep your sexually activities to a down low, please," Reva said.

"I will if you will." Gabriella sat up and stared at them. Reva was nestled into Emil's arms as they lay on the beach chair. Reva looked at her. "Actually…if you must know, Emil and I aren't having sex."

"Huh?" Wow, okay, that was a shocker.

"I'm not ready," Reva said. "Thought I was, but I'm not."

"Don't rush things," Gabriella pleaded.

"Like we did?" Troy quipped. Gabriella glared up at him. "Shut it, buddy." Troy laughed. He squeezed her tight to him. "Wanna go back to the hotel?"

"Can we do stuff other than have sex?" Gabriella asked. Troy smiled. "Who said anything about sex? I want to talk and watch a movie with some popcorn."

Gabriella looked up at him, a smile on her face. "Really? Um, okay." She looked over at Reva and Emil. They were smiling at each other like goons. "Guys? We're heading to the hotel. And no, we're not doing what you think we're gonna do." After getting a weak reply from them, Troy and Gabriella got up and walked to the hotel. Personally, Troy wanted to just ravish Gabriella right then and there, but he has found the pattern in their relationship. It's always just sex. Well, it's sex a lot, at least. Honestly, when had they had a normal moment in bed without keeping their hands to themselves? Troy tried to think back, but found no memory.

So when they entered Gabriella's room they honestly did nothing but watch a movie. Troy ordered them lunch from room service.

Gabriella smiled and leaned back against Troy's chest. She eyed the last piece of pizza. Yup, who knew a five star hotel would sell some regular cheese pizza? "I so wanna eat it, but I don't want to move. I'm afraid I'll explode if I do."

Troy chuckled. He picked the last one up and held it towards Gabriella's mouth. Gabriella opened her mouth and took a bite. "Mmm," she moaned. "So good."

"Does it taste better than me?" Troy asked, taking his own bite. Gabriella shook her head and grinned. She reached up and took the pizza from him. "Not even close," she whispered. Troy smiled and watched as she finished the pizza. That's what he liked about Gabriella. She had just eaten five pieces of pizza while he only ate three. He loved a girl with a nice appetite and didn't skip meals. Of course he knew that about her already, but he couldn't stop thinking about how many flawless features she has. "I love you," Troy whispered huskily, leaning down and kissing her cheek.

"I love you too," Gabriella said. They had now drowned out the movie. Was it Scary Movie three or four?

Troy craned his neck and kissed her lips. Gabriella tilted her head and twisted it so their lips could meet properly. She smiled and rested her hands on his chest as his arm snaked around her waist. She loved his kisses. She wouldn't care if he would drown her with his kisses and she died in his arms with his lips over hers.

Troy detached their lips and started lovingly at her. "I love you," he whispered again. Gabriella had to giggle. "Ditto," she said. "Where had that come from?"

"Ditto?" Troy questioned, ignoring her question. "So I get no 'I love you' back?" Gabriella rolled her lips together and shook her head. Troy quirked an eyebrow and turned his head away, feigning sadness. "I'm offended, Brie."

"Oh, boohoo," Gabriella teased. She reached up and traced his cheekbones with her knuckles. She loved the way his jaw flexed (in a non-angry way) under her touch. "I need a new nick name for you," she suddenly decided. Troy turned to her and smiled. "How about Sexy?"

"Once again, I must point out how haughty you are."

"That rhymes with naughty," Troy said. "How about Naughty Haughty?" He grinned. "Or Naughty Hottie. It sounds the same."

"You are so stupid, Wildcat. How about Superstar? You're a superstar in my world and in the world of East Hugh."

Troy smiled cutely and nudged his nose with hers. Gabriella giggled. "I like it," Troy decided. "But can you still call me Wildcat?"

"I wasn't going to stop," Gabriella pointed out. She smiled and looked at the TV. It was a 52" plasma. "How do you bury a castle?" Gabriella looked at Troy and smiled. Troy just looked at her with a bemused expression. "How do you bury a castle?"

"I believe I asked you first, Superstar," Gabriella said. She turned around and straddled his lap. Her arms wounded around his neck loosely and she looked into his narrow blue eyes. "How do you bury a castle?" Gabriella repeated her voice soft and smooth.

"Is this a trick question?" Troy said, his voice becoming softer as well. Gabriella shook her head and bit her lip as she tried to suppress a grin waiting to bloom onto her face. "Nope. Now answer the damn question."

"Someone's feisty," Troy teased. Gabriella pressed a chaste kiss to his lip and then gave him an expected look. "Are you gonna answer or am I gonna have to kiss it out of you?"

"I'll take the latter," Troy decided. He moved his head to kiss her, but Gabriella placed her hand over his mouth, smiling seductively at him. "No," she said. She removed her hand. "Answer me first." Troy looked at her for a moment. Then he chuckled and shrugged. "I don't know. Take it apart and throw it into a hole?"

"Dig a deep hole," Gabriella said. "It's a song by Paramore. Brick By Boring Brick. I can't get it out of my head." Troy smiled. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her flush against him. Gabriella gasped as she felt something poking at her thigh. "No," she said austerely, looking into his eyes. "No sex."

"No sex," Troy agreed. "Put on another movie. I'm going to take a cold shower for my…problem." Gabriella giggled and Troy lifted her off of him. He sat her down on the bed before he dashed to the bathroom.

"Let's see…" Gabriella got off the bed and walked to Reva's movie selection. She smiled when she saw Elmo In Grouch Land. "My guilty pleasure movie," she said to no one. She took it out of the case and stuck it into the DVD player. She was about to sit down and press play when something caught her eye.

Gabriella slowly stood and walked towards the balcony. She gasped when she saw a figure by the railing. It was obviously a guy. And he was staring right at her.

Gabriella backed away as the guy stepped out of the shadows. She could see him clearly. He had cloudy blue eyes (not even close to Troy's bouncy bright ones) and dark disheveled hair. Bags circled his eyes and his skin was pale. Like a very unattractive albino pale. He started reached for the door handle to the balcony and that's when Gabriella let out a sound of bloody murder. The guy banged on the door hard before dashing to the railing. "Troy!" Gabriella screamed. The guy was over the railing and gone by the time Troy came to her. He had wrapped himself up in a robe that was too small for him. "What's wrong, Brie?" he asked gently. Gabriella spun around to him and grabbed his hand. "There was a guy," she said shakily. "He was on the balcony. I don't know how he climbed up. I mean, we're like over two-hundred feet up. Maybe he lives a floor under us or something, but he looked like he was about to come in the room."

Troy walked over to the balcony doors. He looked out, his eyes narrowing. When he was sure there was no one, he closed the curtains and turned around to Gabriella. "Well, he's gone now. Call me if you see something again. And don't open or go near those doors," Troy demanded. Gabriella would have yelled at him for telling her what to do in such a severe tone, but does that really matter now?

Troy was about to walk back into the bathroom when he saw the TV screen. He cracked a smile and looked at Gabriella. "Elmo? Seriously, Brie?"

Gabriella smiled and shrugged. "What? Elmo In Grouch Land is the best movie known."

"This is why I love you," Troy said, kissing her quickly before disappearing into the bathroom again. Gabriella grinned and plopped down onto her stomach as the movie began to play. She couldn't keep the grin off her face, but also the nervous flips that were currently being played in her stomach weren't going anywhere soon either. What if she had been naked? What if he had come last night, too and peeked at her sisters as well? What if he was a crazy stalker? God, this was one of the disadvantages of being famous. Some fans will do anything, absolutely anything to see you.

Gabriella took another glance at the covered balcony doors again and shivers involuntarily ran up her spine and swirled around her body. God, she felt as if she were in a stupid horror movie.

…

Gabriella didn't know when she had fallen asleep, but she had and she had in Troy's arms on top of him. Gabriella sighed contently and stretched her muscles out. "Mm," she heard Troy grunt. Gabriella giggled and looked down at him. She loved how his mouth moved as if he were saying something, but nothing came out of his mouth. Others might think it's weird, but she couldn't help but think it was cute.

Gabriella carefully peeled Troy's arm off her body and got up. She glanced at the clock. It was three thirty. She was probably out for three hours at the most. Just as Gabriella was about to walk into the bathroom she noticed something. She looked at the balcony doors. The curtains were drawn open. Has Troy opened them? He couldn't have. He had told her not to. Why would he?

Gabriella shook her head and sighed. Before she walked into the bathroom to wash she went to her suitcase for the clothes she didn't unpack.

But they weren't in the suitcase.

"Troy," Gabriella said. She looked up at him as he stirred. "Hm?" he groaned. Gabriella walked to the dresser and pulled open the drawers. Only the clothes she had unpacked were in the drawers. Not the ones she didn't unpack. "Troy," she said again.

"What?" he said tiredly.

Gabriella started searching under stuff. "Where are my clothes?"

"Hm? Don't know."

"They were…they were in my suitcase," Gabriella said. "Just last night. Where are they?" When Troy didn't say anything, Gabriella whirled around. She picked up the closet thing to her which was a book and hurled it at him. "Troy, seriously, wake up."

Troy groaned. He sat up and looked at Gabriella. "Okay, I'm up. Now what?"

"My clothes! Half of them are gone."

Troy yawned. "Did Reva or Selena or Rosie come in?"

Gabriella picked up her phone and quickly called Rosie's number. "Hello?" Rosie said as she picked up. Gabriella sighed. "Hey. Did you or anyone come to my room and do something with my clothes or something?" Gabriella leaned into Troy as he came behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Um, no. Why?"

"I—me and Troy went to sleep a while ago and I woke up. Half my clothes were gone from my suitcase."

"What?"

"I know. Look, we're coming down to the beach now."

"Okay, we're at the park. Um, by the Ferris wheel."

Gabriella nodded. "Okay. See you in five minutes." Gabriella ended the call and moved gently out of Troy's grasp.

"Hey, I thought I told you to keep these closed."

Gabriella turned around. Troy was closing the curtains. Gabriella's breath got stuck in her throat. "Huh? I didn't open them, though."

"Did house keeping do it?" Troy asked.

Gabriella shook her head. "No. Reva and Selena's beds are still messy." And then the worse came to her. What if it was that guy on the balcony? What if he broke in and took some of her stuff? Oh God, Gabriella thought. "Come on," Gabriella said, dragging Troy out of the room.

While they drove to the beach she couldn't help but think about the mystery man. He was so…creepy. How he looked in the balcony was scary. Imagine him just standing over her, looking down at her while she slept. Gabriella felt shivers attacked her spine. She hated feeling insecure and unsafe. She remembered once when she was fourteen when her mom had to send a restraining order to this guy who was always sneaking around on their property. He had even once snuck into the house and cut ringlets of hair off of her mom's head. She had a bald spot in the back of her head the next morning.

"That guy I saw in the balcony," Gabriella said slowly. "Do you think he snuck in and took my clothes?"

"What did he look like?" Troy questioned, ignoring her question. Was he going to start doing that often? She totally doesn't recommend it. "Well, he had dull blue eyes and black hair," Gabriella answered. "And pale skin and bags under his eyes. I didn't really look at his clothes."

Troy nodded and pulled up at the beach parking lot. They hoped out of the car and started for the beach that leads to the park. "I don't want a stalker," Gabriella whispered. "What if he comes in and tries t do something to me?"

"I'm here and ready to kill if someone touches you," Troy snarled. Gabriella jumped at his tone. "Especially if—" Troy was stopped as a ball was hurled their way. Gabriella fell to the ground as she felt the hot blow to her head. "Ouch," she groaned. Troy knelt by her and helped her up. "Damn, you okay?"

Gabriella nodded and sighed. People were looking their way, their eyes popping as they recognized Gabriella Montez. "Yo, dude, pass me my ball," a menacing voice said. The two turned around and there stood a man. He had cloudy blue eyes that created a storm and shaded hair.

…

Rosie smiled as Sammy ran up to her again, holding up another shell. "Thank you, babes," she said. "I will have a nice collection of shells when the day ends."

"So will I," Cassandra said, leaning back in her smaller chair. She smiled and placed her floppy hat on her head. "I'll have my brother make it into a necklace."

Rosie chuckled and pulled her sunglasses on.

The day was nice. The sun was up above the horizon, making a beautiful glow of complimentary colors glow around everyone. The waters at the beach were low, rising into waves every once in a while. People ran around the park laughing and talking amongst themselves. And some people like Rosie were sat in a chair, relaxing.

Rosie couldn't remember the last time she could just sit back and relax.

Well, that was until she saw Gabriella and Troy and another guy. Troy looked like he was about to rip the guys head off.

Oh, boy.

Rosie hastily stood and made her way over to them. She took a sharp in take of breath as Troy's fist collided with the mystery man. "Troy," Gabriella said softly. She grabbed his bicep and started pulling him backwards. People now had their cameras out, video tapping and taking pictures of everything. Gabriella gave Troy's arm another tug before he finally gave into her and let her drag him away. "You're a moron, Troy Bolton and sometimes you infuriate me," Gabriella said, turning to him.

Troy narrowed his eyes. "That guy was the guy who was on your balcony. That guy just admitted he broke into your room and took your clothes. That guy just admitted he was going to rape you. That guy just admitted his death sentence."

"That doesn't even make any sense," Gabriella said. She sighed and grasped his shoulder. "Look, I'm sorry. You're trying to protect me, so I'm saying thank you. But don't start fights. That will not only hurt him, but you, too. And I like you uninjured."

"He said he would rape you," Troy repeated. "Let me just—" Gabriella pressed her finger to his lips, silencing him. She giggled. "No. He will not rape me. If we see him again and he tries something we'll get the police in this. But he can't be convicted of harassment or stalking or raping until he's actually done those things. Which he hasn't done. I mean, he did admit to breaking in and entering, but we have no proof. Now let's just go back to the hotel, forget about the bad in this day and make hot, yet sweet love in my room."

Troy stood there for a moment. His jaw was clenched with anger and his hands were curled tightly into fists. But he sighed after a while and nodded. "Okay, fine." He grinned. "I kind of like the making love part."

Gabriella smiled. 'Thought you would. Now come on before people are gonna push cameras in our faces and throwing questions our way." Gabriella practically dragged him to the car.