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I don't know if I've mentioned it, but there are times when you're just so shocked that you're complete and utterly speechless

I don't know if I've mentioned it, but there are times when you're just so shocked that you're complete and utterly speechless. That has never happened to me before. That is, of course, until Troy Bolton declared that he wanted me. Me! Being shocked speechless, means that people around you have an advantage – mostly because you're too stunned to speak…

And it was this advantage that Troy Bolton had. However, unlike most people, Troy decided that he would use my silence to press his body up against mine and capture my lips with his own. And then the other shocked took over me. So shocked, you're unable to move. So I stood there, enjoying what I must say was a very pleasant kiss – a first kiss for me seeing as no boy tends to get near me. And it was only once Troy pulled away did the shock of being unable to move fade away - Because now I wanted to move.

And by regaining my movement back, I lost another one of my senses – my thoughts. Because now I was too shocked to think. And it was this lack of thinking that led me to move my hands around to Troy's neck and pull him down towards me again. Pressing my lips up against him, his arms pulled me close to him as he held my waist. Pushing me up against the wall so slowly I leant back, grateful that I was given some more support – otherwise he would have been holding me up. Our kiss turned from gentle to more ferocious. His lips left mine as they trailed down my neck, as I ran my fingers gingerly through his hair. And it was when I regained my breath; I regained my ability to think. And the thought of me, pushed up in a broom closet whilst Troy Bolton ravaged my neck was enough to bring me to my senses. My hands left Troy's dark blonde hair, as they travelled to his shoulders. With a quick push, his lips came apart from the contact with my skin. His eyes clouded over in confusion – silently asking why I pushed him off of me. I looked up at him, question burning through my gaze as I shook my head.

"Troy…" my voice was hoarse. Clearing my throat I started again.

"Troy. What? Why?" My mind was burning with questions – questions that I wanted an answer for, questions that I needed an answer for. However, my voice refused to speak the thoughts that were blaring through my head. Instead it came out in stuttering, broken questions which had no question within them. Nevertheless, in spite of my lack of vocabulary, Troy understood what I was saying. He understood what I was at least trying to say.

"Brie…" I smiled slightly at the nickname he had already uttered. "Do you know how long I've been waiting for those bodyguards to leave you alone? I've liked you for a while I guess. Ever since you accidentally fell into my arms and rushed off like no tomorrow"

I smiled at the comment. I remembered that time all to well. After being super pissed off, I was storming through the hallways glad that there was hardly anyone there – most people would have been sitting at lunch laughing and joking with their numerous amounts of friends. Unfortunately my anger blinded me as I slipped and fell. Trying to stead myself; however, not succeeding, I waited for the slam of the cold, hard tiles hitting my body to come – however it never did. When I opened my eyes I found myself staring up at blue. I recognised that the guy who caught me was Troy Bolton – the East High God; and the FBI Prince. If it was any other guy I would have stayed and talked – at least until my bodyguards saw me and showed up, scaring the person away. However, it was Troy Bolton – so I mumbled a quick thank you and shot off like a bullet, making sure to never turn around.

Troy's voice brought me out of my memory. "I was fascinated that you weren't like the other girls. And then I found out you were Gabriella Montez. I guess that name should have told me to stay away from you; that you were off limits. Instead, I just wanted to get to know you more and more. I guess that whole 'I want her but I can't have her' thing is a real turn on…"

I pushed myself off of the wall I had been leaning on and moved over to Troy.

"Troy… you're an FBI prince. I'm a MOB princess. It would never work – I'm sorry…" Troy looked downwards for a few seconds before his eyes met mine.

"We could always try…" I smiled at his want. However, I had to be sensible; reasonable. I shook my head slowly. Leaning up to his cheek, I placed a soft lingering kiss there before moving around him and making me away out of the broom closet. By now, the bell had gone – students were in class. And I was left thinking of how unfortunate it was that our parents jobs, kept us apart.

Meet me outside the door no one goes near besides the gym at the beginning of lunch… don't freak and not show up – I want to talk.

Troy

He told me not to freak but how can I not? I thought I made it clear that we cannot be together. Hell! We shouldn't even be seen together! Why did he want to meet up? Why did he want to talk? Crumpling the note and making sure to throw it out in a bin, I walked from my locker to the gym. Honestly I had no idea what door he was going on about – however I assumed that he would already be there.

As I approached the gym I saw the basketball team come noisily out of it. I spotted Troy next to his bush haired friend say goodbye and then make his way to the left. Deciding to lag behind for a bit, I waited around the corner. After about 30 seconds, most basketball players had dispersed, allowing me to walk freely in the same direction Troy had gone. And there I saw him standing casually outside of what I assumed was 'the door no one goes in'. As soon as he saw me, he looked left and right and upon seeing no one around, smiled at me before walking over.

"Hey…" he smiled as he looked down on me

"Um… hi… look…"

He cut me off before I could finish my sentence. Grabbing a hold of my hand, he pulled me quickly towards the door pushing it open and leading me up a flight of stairs, not once letting go of my hand which fitted well inside his. As we climbed the last step I stopped and gasped at the beautiful sight before me. There were plants and flowers scattered around the rooftop. It seemed so peaceful; so serene.

"Wow…" I whispered. Troy smiled, before leading me over towards a bench where we both sat down

I cleared my throat nervously. "So – you wanted to talk?"

"Yea, I know that you may be a MOB princess and I'm an FBI Prince – but I like you. And I know that I don't really know everything about you but I want too. I mean you're not one of those girls who are well… you know? East High girls"

"You mean the girls who fall at your feet, worshiping the ground you walk on?" I smirked as he blushed and rolled his eyes

"Interesting way of putting it but yeah"

"Troy, I want to get to know you – I really do. It's just – everything is so complicated. I mean – you've got your family who are law abiding and flipping FBI and I've got mine who would flip if they found out that you and I have even said a word to each other. It would be so…"

"Secretive…"

I was confused. I was going for the word hard, or even complicated. What did the word secretive have to do with this?

"We don't have to announce to the world – it's just us, our business"

Putting it like that – how could I possibly say no?

"Fine, we'll keep this a secret. Just – can we stay as friends? I really don't think that we should complicate it even more by going down the whole 'relationship' thing…"

Troy's face fell; however, quickly brightened up as a cover up

"Sure… so secret friend."

Our secret friendship had been a fun, exhilarating thing. We would often meet up at the rooftop to just chat and laugh. However, what I couldn't deny was that in spite of me being insistent that we remain just friends; I was doing the inevitable – falling in love with him.

One afternoon we were on the rooftop, when the topic of the dance came up.

"Who are you going with?" Troy asked

"I doubt I'll be going…"

"What? Why not?"

"Who is actually going to ask Gabriella Montez to the dance? Imagine introducing me to the parents – oh yeah mum by the way this is Gabriella Montez – you know Jose Montez's daughter… yes mum the gangster's daughter…"

"Right… do you want to do something together then?"

I looked at Troy. I could see the hopefulness in his eyes. I mentally started arguing with myself the pros and cons.

"What do you have in mind?" I saw him smile at my question

"I was thinking, we could maybe go out to the cinema, maybe to the restaurant – we could go to the beach…"

A night out with him sounded fantastic to him. There was just one tiny problem.

"What will I tell my parents?"

Troy was obviously ready for this question.

"Tell them you're going to the dance… and it's a school dance so you can't have your bodyguards with you…" Troy smirked at my admiring face. He had obviously thought everything through.

"Alright then…" I smiled at his jubilant face.

Friday night was a night I would never forget…

"Dad I'm going out…" I called through the house. Immediately my dad's voice boomed back

"Gabriella Montez where the hell do you think you're going?"

"A school dance!" I shouted back.

It was Friday night and everything with Troy had been planned. Now all I had to do was get out of the house. I had mentioned going to the dance to mum who said she would mention it to dad – she obviously hadn't.

My dad appeared. Looking at my dress he suddenly seemed to remember something and smiled.

"Your mum said you were going tonight – and the body-"

I cut him off before he could continue his sentence

"It's a school dance dad – remember our agreement – no bodyguards?"

Dad smiled. "Fine. Now be careful and do you need a ride?"

"No. I'm walking to the place where my friends will meet me…"

"It's so nice to hear you've finally got friends. I know you haven't found it easy to make many…"

I smiled quickly, saying goodbye, and then rushed out of the door.

Walking back to my house, I smiled happily at the night I just shared with Troy. We had gone to a beautiful restaurant before Troy took me to the beach. Whilst watching the waves lap coolly onto the golden sand, Troy kissed me. He's a good kisser – and this kiss was different because I knew him. Even though we had kissed in the broom cupboard before, this kiss was so much better.

Opening the front door, I closed it shut quickly before turning around and being met with furious looking men.

"What the hell were you doing with an FBI agent's son?"

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