I don't owe High School Musical and make no money writing this.

Chapter Two

An old sandwich lay on a plate on the floor. The dark bread was starting to show white dots of mold. Any butter on it had disappeared into the sandwich a long time ago and the cheese on top was heaven for flies and hungry ants.

She didn't care. She picked it up and took a bite from it anyway. Putting it down once again and chewing slowly she started going through a bunch of photographs she had taken of Troy. They were of him practicing basketball at home (it had been a pain to get through the security of his home but thankfully she made it), going to the store to buy groceries, (while he was busy writing autographs for fans she had snuck closer to the paper bag and taken a bag of toffees. It was still unopened and stood on a shelf), there was pictures of him going out with her (unfortunately she hadn't been allowed into the restaurant) and the last pictures was of him (and her) relaxing by their pool (again a pain to get past the gates and then the security).

The best pictures went into the scrapbook she had in front of her. Any picture with her in it was torn in two and the piece with him was added to her wall. When she was done she closed the book and then stared at it proudly. It would be a gift to him and she was certain he would love it.

She pushed the book under her bed and then walked over to the old TV and even older VCR. By the side were fifteen something tapes. The titles were such as 'Troy and David Letterman' 'Troy and Jay Leno' 'Troy playing charity game'. She went through the titles and chose a tape which on stood 'Troy interview with E!'.

She put it in the VCR and pressed play.

"Hello, I'm Regina Hall and you are watching E!. Every man wants to be him, every girl wants to have him. Today we'll show you a special interview with the man that is Troy Bolton. Watch and you'll see the gorgeous, rich and successful NBA player spill all those secrets you never knew about."

One month earlier.

Troy walked into the room, followed by Will, his agent. The TV crew from E! was already there, all the gear was up and it seemed they were only waiting for him. A tall man dressed in jeans and black t-shirt came forward, hand out.

"Hi, Mr. Bolton. I'm Greg. I'm going to be the one that interview you."

Troy shook the hand and while Greg sat down on the chair placed a little behind the camera Troy went around the room greeting everyone else. When he was done he sat down in the chair in front of the white screen and camera.

"Is there anything we can give you? Do you want anything before we start?" Greg wondered.

Troy shook his head, "no, I'm fine thanks."

"Ok, then. Lets start shall we?"

Gabriella was in the studio. It had been a week since they started recording the songs for her album and they were done with four of the fifteen. She tried too speed it up because the day before she got the call that the part as Christine in Phantom had gone to her and she wanted to be done with as much as possible before rehearsals began at the theatre.

"Ok, Gab. Let's try Let it come to me one more time," John said over the speaker. Gabriella nodded and soon the sound of a piano and violin came from the headphone over her ears. Softly she began singing the words: "I have seen what everyone else has, I wish I could be one of them…"

Two hours later they were done with that song which Gabriella was very grateful for. It had given her trouble since they started. She was sitting on the sofa taking a break. John was still in his chair by the control table but was listening to Gabriella as she spoke. Sometime he would mutter something suspiciously like an agreement which made Gabriella roll her eyes; it just proved that John was still caught up in work even when he was taking a break.

The door to the studio opened and Kelsi came rushing in with a small bag in her hands. She threw it on the seat next to Gabriella.

"That's your fan mail that has been pilling up," she teased. Gabriella blushed and grabbed the bag. She was still not used to the attention she was getting even though she had been doing this for some years now. She opened it as took a look inside. There were three places her fan mail went to; most went to the record company, they took care of it and told her when it began to become too much. Place number two was to the studio (the bag she was now holding) it was sent by people who couldn't find her address and didn't want to send it to the record company. Lastly, and where she got the least was at her home. People normally couldn't find her address and those that did respect her wish of not mailing it there. Just the thought of all her mail, and Troy's, together was staggering, their poor mailman would go crazy.

Troy had made a similar request to his fans.

Together Kelsi and Gabriella started opening the mail. The unserious letters such as marriage proposals, requests for nude pictures etc was thrown away. Letters from people who wanted autographs and sent return addresses were saved. (You wouldn't believe the number of letters that wanted autographs but didn't have an address to send it too). Letters with requests for concerts was saved to be given to the tour-master, he decided where the concerts would take place.

Then Gabriella came to a letter she never had gotten before. Quietly she read it and then in shock read it again. Looking at Kelsi in disbelief she handed her the letter.

"You don't deserve him. I will have him. One way or the other. He loves me more anyway. He's probably with you because he's too nice to break up with you. You'll see, we will be together."

Kelsi looked at her, "Who wrote this, a third grader?"

"Is this a dumb joke or did that person just threaten me?" Gabriella asked.

"Hey, it was probably just a prank. Doesn't Troy get this kind of mail?"

"Hate mail? Yes. But those are normally from upset fans of another team."

"Well. I don't think whoever wrote that is serious," Kelsi said dismissing the letter.

"…and I was offered a place on the team."

Troy and Greg had been talking for an hour about his history with basket and the team he was on. Greg's questions was easy to answer, they were mostly the same everyone else asked.

"Ok, to back away a little from basketball. I must congratulate you, I heard you and your girlfriend has an anniversary coming up," Greg smiled.

"Yeah, in about a week actually."

"What are you celebrating?"

"The day I asked her to be my girlfriend."

"How long have you been together?"

"It will be nine years now."

"Wow, that's a long time," Greg said in awe.

Troy laughed, "You know that cliché expression 'High School Sweethearts'? Well I guess we are one," he smiled ruefully.

"Well, I believe our time is up," Greg said standing up and shook Troy's hand. "It was a pleasure talking to you."

"You too."

On his way out of the building Troy had to cross an open area where people were waiting for him. He was talking to Will and thus wasn't paying attention to the screaming fans or the flashes that went of from cameras, he was use to it after all.

To his surprise he walked into someone. Grabbing hold of the woman's shoulders to steady her he then apologized. He did a double take when he saw her. She looked familiar but he couldn't remember why.

"I'm sorry," he said again, looking at her trying to remember.

"Don't worry," she smiled and walked away. Troy shrugged and followed Will, deciding to forget about it or he would go crazy trying to figure it out.

To Be Continued…

The song Gabriella sang is not a real song I just made it up.

Thank you everyone that reviewed you made me so incredible happy. Thank you everyone else that read this story. I hope you will continue to like it. Oh, before I go there is another thing I have to tell you. I have not seen HSM 2 because I don't have that channel. So anyhting that happened in that movie is going to be ignored, because I have no idea what actually happened. I'm trying to stay away from spoilers as much as possible although I haven't been very successful.