Yay, here's my next chapter, thnx 2 all of those ppl who left review, i luv u (as reviewers which is a level lower than my enemies...i'm joking, love is a very bihg word (a whole 4 letters) so lets stikc with really really really really really really really really really really really really appreciate all of ure reviews, plz leave more). I'm away again today nd tomorrow so sorry, no updates, unless my friend lets me write them during her sleepover, but somehow i doubt it.
I was told off by my one friend who reads these for my zac efron rambling, so from now on i shall ramble about m self and a good friend of mine called caz norfe who is pretty good-looking to... i actually got that name from a friend but i love it... anyway, READ and after that REVIEW!!! plz
Gabriella stood at her locker, staring blankly at her diary. She had homework for every subject and she had to practice for her singing and dance exams, why did she ever take on so many extra-curricula's? Plus her mum had said something about dinner tonight with friends, so she wouldn't have much time for homework. She sighed heavily and blinked, keeping her eyes shut for longer than usual. Her thoughts wee fuzzy for a moment, just a mixed up mess of everything going on in her life, then suddenly they sharpened and revealed one thing… Troy, probably the biggest part of her life.
They'd been friends since before Gabriella could remember; basically they'd grown up together. She laughed inwardly remembering their childhoods, endless days of basketball and every other sport in the world. She remembered that Troy had always been jealous of her because she was good at 'everything', she'd been doing well in classes then too, and had, weirdly enough, also been really keen on sport. She'd even been the one to teach him to play basketball, something that she enjoyed rubbing in his face at every opportunity. But after everything, lately, something had changed about their friendship. Suddenly she'd seen him one day and it had hit her how incredibly good looking he was, in fact, shed been staring at him for so long that she'd crashed into an open locker and been out cold for a few minutes. She couldn't even bringer herself to laugh as she remembered the day late last year.
--Flashback--
Gabriella walked through the big, double doors of East High and sighed, her usual response to a new school day. She dodged through the crowds of people milling around the corridor, ducking under paper planes and basketballs alike. She frowned when she noticed the strange number of people wearing Wildcat colours, sure, there were a few hard-core fans that wore nothing but red, white and gold, but most people only wore the colours on game days. She stopped, suddenly remembering that today was a game day, then continued speeding to her locker, hoping that she'd at least have something to cover her mostly blue outfit.
Reaching her locker with relative ease, Gabriella threw it open and shuffled through the mess of paper and odd bits of clothing scattered through it. She found a pink top and black shorts, but there was no way that they were going to go with her shoes or each other so she rolled her eyes at her stupidity and put them back, hoisting her bag up with them. She closed her locker door harder than usual in annoyance and scanned the bus corridor for anyone who might lend her something to wear for the day. He eyes fell upon Sadie, a lonely-ish girl with dark hair and fair skin who was in her chemistry class. She quickly sidled up to Sadie, tapping her on the shoulder to get her attention.
"Sadie-" Gabriella began, knowing that the girl didn't really know who she was.
"Yeah…" Sadie turned and stared at Gabriella, jealously etched all over her normally kind face.
"Uh, I know I don't really know you well, but we're in the same chemistry class and you've always seemed nice," Gabriella paused, waiting to see if her tiny comment marking them as equals had sunk in, it had. She smiled, ages ago she'd learnt that saying things as simple as 'our class' instead of 'my class' could get you a long way. "So I was wondering if you have a spare jacket or something. I completely forgot that today was the game and I fel really bad being in… blue." She stopped again, glancing at Sadie for any sign of reassurance. Sadie was still looking uncertainly at her.
"But aren't you friends with Troy Bolton?" she asked, the jealousy being revealed now in her slightly sarcastic voice.
"Yeah, but he didn't say anything about it last night when we were hanging out. He normally does but he was acting weird and didn't really talk much, I'm never up to date with anything so I pretty much always rely on my friends to tell me when things are on." Sadie raised her eyebrows and looked away, evidently this was going nowhere.
"You hang out with Troy Bolton and don't know when games are on? If I was cool enough to hang out with him I'd always know." Gabriella shrugged uncomfortably; this wasn't the first time people ad said stuff like that to her.
"You know, he isn't actually as 'basketball orientated' as people think. He does have a whole life outside of school." She snapped, sounding rather sharper than she'd meant to, at the same time noticing multiple pictures of Troy with love-hearts around them plastering Sadie's diary.
"Whatever, it's still obvious that basketball is a big part of his life. And if I was his friend, I'd make a big part of mine too."
"You know just because I'm his friend doesn't mean my world revolves around him!" Gabriella found herself suddenly angry, but unable to figure out why.
"Yeah, but you act like it's nothing being his friend when he isn't there, then when he is you're all sucking up to him and being his best buddy!" Gabriella rolled her eyes: this was such a pointless conversation.
"Whatever," she said walking away, then stopped when she noticed something in Sadie's locker. "What's that?" She asked suddenly, eyeing the picture right in the middle of Sadie's locker door, obviously deserving the place of honour.
"It's Troy, duh, everyone who likes him has this picture." Gabriella stared at the picture, not believing how weirdly… hot he looked. Troy, hot? She shook herself mentally, no way; he's your friend not boyfriend.
"Where's it from?" she asked, not realising what it sounded like she wanted.
"You need to be member, and you're not, so I'm not saying. Besides, you can just go and take your own pictures of Troy you went with him to the winter dance!" Gabriella started as she noticed an arm in the corner of the picture… her arm. It was at the winter dance about a month ago, Troy was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and dark jeans, looking unusually attractive as he smiled lightly at someone next to the camera.
Gabriella turned away from Sadie and began walking down the corridor, too distracted by Troy in the picture to notice the increasing noise levels as she stumbled, almost blindly down the corridor. It was as if a sudden numbness had replaced the feelings that she used to have for Troy; it had only been a month ago when he'd been wearing that and she had criticised it playfully, as a friend, but suddenly she found him in that photo looking extremely good-looking. She shook herself, no way was she falling for Troy Bolton, not her friend, but, glancing up it seemed that all over the walls were those pictures, digging themselves into her brain so that they were all she could see.
Gabriella blinked hard and he pictures slowly faded from her minds eye, instead, she fund that her feet had carried her right to the centre of a big crowd of people, all, of course, cheering as Troy led the basketball team along the hallway. Gabriella couldn't help but gape as she suddenly noticed how defined his muscles were and how soft his hair looked. She tried to turn away, but wasn't able to tear her eyes away from his deep cobalt eyes and annoyingly kissable-looking lips.
He must've seen her because he suddenly looed straight at her and raised his hand in greeting, looking away almost immediately. His face flushed red when everyone started pushing and pulling him towards the gym again and, brushing past Gabriella slightly as he was forced away, she felt a warm tingling feeling flow through her body from where his skin had brushed hers. She turned back to look at him continue down the now almost empty corridor and began walking back, hoping to find a crowd free route to somewhere where she could collect her thoughts. Before Troy had completely left her mind, she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head and let out a quiet cry before falling to the ground.
Gabriella had awoken 5 minuted later in the nurse's office, staring into the one pair of eyes that she dreaded. His cobalt stare seemed to pierce through every single secret that she'd stashed away in her mind, and Gabriella was met with a sudden temptation to reach out and pull Troy's head closer to hers so that she could kiss him more easily. Wait… kiss? She shook her head and sat up quickly, pitching forward when she felt another sharp pain run through her head adding to the pain that was already there.
"Ouch! Yeah, she's fine, I mean I'm fine, I mean… she just woke up." Troy stopped awkwardly realising the alternate meaning of what he'd said, looking up as Chad glanced at him, obviously realising it too. The nurse rushed in and held an icepack out for Gabriella who took it gratefully and put it against her throbbing head.
"Will she be okay?" Taylor's concerned voice came from Gabriella's right but she didn't think moving her head would be a good idea so didn't turn.
"Hm, only a slight concussion, but she was out for a while, probably best to take her home." The nurse decided and looked between Troy, Taylor and Chad for advice on who to call.
"I guess you could call her mum…" Taylor began, but stopped when Troy shook his head.
"No, she's out at a conference today, won't be home until late, she can go back to my place though, out parents are friends and mum's home today." The nurse nodded and left to call Troy's mum.
"Are you sure that's okay, Troy" Gabriella asked, wondering why she'd needed to say Troy in that sentence but at the same time appreciating how nice it sounded rolling off her tongue.
"Yeah, of course, she's been looking after you since…" he thought for a moment, both of them ignoring Taylor and Chad who were staring between the two with raised eyebrows. "Since that time when we were four and you fell off that swing in the park. You were crying so much and she took you home and gave you all of these bandaids even though all you'd done was bruised you knee and she said that she'd called the hospital and they said that if you weren't better after a rest they'd come straight over and look at you themselves." Gabriella laughed as the memory of the whole thing came back to her.
"Yeah, and you promised that you'd stay awake to call them if I didn't look like I was getting better, but you ended up-"
"-falling asleep too." Troy finished for her, both still laughing, like it was the funniest thing ever. Chad and Taylor both continued staring between their best friends, trying to figure out exactly what was so funny about the situation. They were saved from asking by the return of the nurse who was looking flustered at the high levels of noise.
"Shh!" she said indignantly to Troy, who instantly went quiet, his face still getting redder and redder as he suppressed more laughter. The nurse watched him worriedly, as if trying to figure out whether what he had was contagious or not, but simply decided on getting rid of him.
"Mr. Danforth, Miss McKessie, thank you for your help, you and Mr. Bolton can go now, Lucy is on her way to get your friend and I promise she's in safe hands with me. Taylor and Chad nodded and began heading towards the door, Chad pulling Troy behind him as he went. They reached the door and Chad released Troy's arm for long enough for him to give Gabriella a quick wave a smile, which her melting then and there. She waited for him to disappear out the door, then sunk down in her bed, losing herself to far off thought about what Troy's smile could really have meant.
--End Flashback--
When i wrote that i thought there was way too much flashback, but whatever, i said tis wud be slow... review please, i'm sorry that i haven't rambled nearly as much as usual, which reminds me:
Disclaimer: No, i dom't own HSM (again, i hvnt met caz norfe either, nd he was an extra in HSM, that guy with the dark brown hair who sings bet on it, that was him... very minmal role in the movie i think...)
