Protected
Chapter 1
'beep beep beep'
My eyes fluttered open to the sound of my alarm clock. I lazily looked up and saw the red flashing digits telling me it was 6:00am. I forced my body to an upright position stretching my arms out in front of me, then returning them to wipe the sleep away from my eyes. My arm reached over an pressed the tiny 'off' button on the side of my alarm clock. I slowly pulled the covers off my legs and threw them over the side of the bed before standing up. My feet trudged over to my walk-in closet, and tugged the two doors open simultaneously.
I saw that my outfit was still on the hanger I left it on from last night. I snatched it into my hands, and sauntered to my jewelry on the island in the middle. My hands searched through drawers of jewelry carefully inspecting them. My closet was as big as a regular sized office, painted baby blue walls, with two of the four sides bombarded with clothes, the marble island in the middle had 16 small drawers. Two rows of eight on each side. They were filled with lots of jewelry, and other accessories. The very back wall had a large shoe rack which was filled from floor, to ceiling in shoes.
My outfit, and jewelry were resting on my left arm, as I strolled over to my shoes. After collecting a pair, I headed to my bathroom. My bathroom had the usual, a shower, claw foot tub, two sinks, toilet, and many shelf/drawers. The walls were painted yellow, while everything else was white marble. After pulling on my clothes, jewelry, and stepping into my shoes, I grabbed my make-up bag from a drawer below the sinks. After applying the finishing touches to myself, I walked over to a full length mirror, double checking my appearance. Currently I was wearing a light purple camisole, leopard print cardigan, jean cuffed shorts, with a matching belt, black tights underneath, and black leather boots. My hair was straight and parted to the left. My make-up was very light. I walked back into my bedroom, and grabbed my black messenger book bag.
My room was wallpapered in beige floral. The headboard of my bed was up against the wall, and two side tables beside it. I had two dressers on separate walls, and an amour. There was a flat screen TV hung up on the wall, opposite side of my bed. Above my bed was a crystal chandelier. The furniture was white wood.
I walked through my door, and shut it softly hoping not to wake up my dad down the hall. After tip-toeing down the long hallway I hurried quietly down the stairs. The rooms were fairly light, which meant the sun was already coming up, and there was no need to waste electricity. I walked out my front door, and locked the door behind me. Then I continued my journey down the long sidewalk, and the the back of the house where the separate building known as our garage was. There were five car doors, and I opened up the third one revealing my Porsche. Once I was inside I checked the clock which read 6:47am.
I drove to a fast food restaurant, and ordered a small coffee, and a bagel, which was the usual. I sat in the parking lot and ate quickly until the clock read 7:00am. I drove up to a trash can and successfully threw everything in, then drove to East High. Or better known as my prison. I pulled in carefully at 'my' parking spot in the front, closest to the building. Everyone knew not to touch it. Before I could even open my door to get out, my boyfriend of two years, Troy Bolton, opened it smiling. I quickly smiled back, and stepped out of the car, not knowing where he came from. He always did that, just came out of know where. It never made any sense.
"Hey Brie, how was your morning?" He questioned, politely closing my car door for me.
"The same as always." I muttered. I looked up at him, and my eyes squinted from the sun's hot rays.
"Chad just pulled in." Troy said looking up to where Chad's car was then at me, knowing something wasn't right, but not pressing the subject. He grabbed my hand, then pulled it up to his lips in a quick kiss. That always made me smile, and it didn't fail to this time. He pulled me with him to Chad, as Chad was was walking towards us. We were in the middle of the parking lot where we all met up, Troy and Chad did a little handshake, and I stood there looking around for something to entertain myself. When I saw nothing I forced myself back to listening to there conversation.
"I know man, we were down my only a little, then Cross did that amazing pass..." Basketball. Of course it would be basketball, it's always basketball. Don't they talk about anything else. I mindlessly looked to the right and noticed Colton Mills, a boy from homeroom, walking towards the school. He must have felt eyes on him because he looked over at me. I waved, and gave a small smile. He raised his hand to wave then dropped it quickly, and walked briskly to the school. My head immediately turned to Troy. He was glaring towards Colton in an evil way. I always was frighten when he did that, which was often. I looked at Chad and he had the same cold, evil, expression.
"What's wrong?" I spoke over a whisper. Troy, and Chad's face immediately composed back to normal like nothing happened.
"Nothing at all, sweetheart." Troy said smoothly, leaning down to kiss my forehead.
We all walked into East High, and parted our separate ways for our lockers. After I collected everything I needed, I shut my locker door, then quickly glanced to my right. Colton was shuffling through his locker which was four down from me. My head automatically looked around for any signs of Troy, or Chad. Once I knew I was clear I scurried over to him.
"Hey Colton." I greeted. He looked to his left then down, and smiled a little.
"Hey Brie." He replied, then shut his locker.
"Sorry about Troy this morning." I apologized.
"It's okay, I just think we shouldn't really talk in front of him. He seems very possessive of you, and I'm not crossing his path again." He laughed. I giggled a little knowing that what he said was true.
"So we can talk when Troy, or Chad isn't around. Like, still homeroom?" I asked. Colton and I always talked in homeroom, mainly because I didn't know any one else. My best friend Taylor McKessie was supposed to be in my homeroom, but they messed up her schedule. I was never happier before when she told me, even though I had to act sad.
"Definitely," He smiled again "can I walk you to homeroom? Or is that a bad idea?"
"I think you can, I don't see Troy until fourth period anyways." I replied happily. Colton and I walked to homeroom talking about nothing important to any bystander, but to me it was a great way to escape my prison.
"Gabriella! Over here!" I heard my name being called down the hallway, and my eyes landed on Taylor McKessie. I hurried over to her, and we made our way to pre-calc together.
"How has your day been so far?" She asked me.
"Good, especially homeroom." I cursed myself for letting that slip.
"What happened in homeroom?" Taylor asked quickly.
"I, um, well Troy stopped by." I lied smoothly. My whole life I was supposed to be the goody-two-shoes, but I wasn't. No one knew that of course, because I was the best liar.
"Oh, that's sweet. So what are you doing after school?"
"I'm just going home, nothing special." I replied.
"But your parents aren't home tonight. Your dad's at his headquarters for the week, and your mom took her class to San Francisco, remember?"
"And?" I already knew all of this, and I knew what Taylor was going to say. It happened every time. My parents tell me that I am ready to stay home by myself, and then one of my friends so conveniently have something for me to do all week so I'm never alone.
"Well me, and Sharpay are staying at Sharpay's resort for the week, and your invited." She replied excitedly. I told you. We walked into the classroom, and sat in our assigned seats, which were inconveniently beside each other.
"Actually I don't really feel like it." I decided to say. Taylor looked shocked.
"What?" She asked, surprised I actually said no.
"I don't want to go."
"But..." She started to talk but the teacher entered the room and told everyone to quiet down.
The classed drowned on and on. The teacher trying to make math exciting but failing miserably. Then that one kid in the front of the room who always annoyed the teacher to death. I sat back, and started to day dream about my future. I saw a husband of course, lots of kids, maybe a music career, or something in the medical field. I was snapped back to reality when a book was slammed down onto my desk. I looked up quickly and noticed Taylor standing above me.
"Time to go Ells." She said in an annoyed voice. My legs pushed the floor away and my chair scooted back. I stood up, then grabbed my books quickly not wanting to make Taylor any more annoyed. We walked down the hall without talking, I could tell Taylor was trying to find a plan to get me to go. She would have to be smarter than Einstein for that to happen. Taylor walked me up to Troy who was waiting for me to go to English class. I noticed he was talking to some other basketball player. He saw me and swiftly said bye to the boy. Once I got close enough, he pulled me into a possessive hug.
"Troy, let's go. No PDA in school, remember?" I asked smiling to myself.
"Right, sorry Gabriella. So how was classes?" He asked grabbing my books. We walked down the hall together, and I felt stupid not having any books.
"Great, well except for pre-calc."
"Why? What happened?" He asked in a concerned voice. Too concerned.
"Well Taylor wants me to go with Sharpay and her to Shar's resort this week, since my parents are away. I said no. So now she's mad at me."
"You should go." He responded sternly nodding his head, as we walked into the classroom.
"I don't want to." I replied stubbornly. I was never usually like this, but I was about to snap if I didn't have some free time.
"It would make me feel better." He said giving me puppy dog eyes. I reached up and took my books back, and said a final no, before walking back to my seat which was across the room from Troy.
The entire class, Troy was giving me pleading eyes. I couldn't fall for those blue oceans this time. The bell suddenly rang, and I collected my books before looking up to see Troy.
"Please Brie." He pleaded.
"I said no. Now are you going to walk me to my car or not?" I asked changing the subject.
"Of course. I still think we should drive to and from school together." He told me again. Ever since I received my car I stopped riding to school with him, and that made him worry twenty four seven. If I was sick, or was running late he would call me immediately before the bell rang. To me, it was ridiculous.
"I know how to drive."
"Well it would save gas money."
"Troy."
"I'm serious."
We were currently walking towards my car, in the school parking lot, which was filled with students. I unlocked my car door, and tossed my book bag to the passenger seat. After that I turned around to face Troy.
"So, I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked.
"Ya, definitely. Do you want me to pick you up?" Troy asked, I shook my head 'no', then he wrapped his arms around my tiny waist. His forehead came in contact with mine, and I could hear his soft breathing. I pulled away, and then pecked him on the lips.
I pulled into my drive-way slowly, and looked down my street at Troy's house to see his car already in the drive-way. I drove to the back of my house, and stopped in front of the garage. My hand automatically reached for the button on my dash that opened the garage door, my garage door, which was personally installed. The door raised itself, and I pulled in perfectly. After completely turning off my car and shutting the garage door, I headed towards my house.
I threw my bag on the floor knowing that there were no parents to complain. Then a rush came over me. I was home alone. I smiled hugely and went to the kitchen for a snack. I pressed play on the radio under one of the cabinets and Mozart filled the room.
I pressed the 'next' button which hadn't been pressed in years, and turned to a station I only listen to in my car. The song "On The Floor" by Jennifer Lopez came on. I turned up the volume super high, and danced around my kitchen. The I heard the phone ring. My parents ring tone. I stopped immediately, and ran over to the radio slipping a little and smacked the off button, and then ran to the foyer. I looked around and finally remembered where I put my bag, I ran and slid over to it, almost like how Selena Gomez did in Another Cinderella Story, but not as graceful. I finally pulled it out and pressed talk.
"Hey mommy." I said trying to catch my breath.
"Hi Gabi, are you okay? You sound like you were running. I told you you cannot join the track team!" My mother Mercedes started to drag on.
"Mommy, I'm not on the track team, I just forgot where I put my phone so I was running around the house trying to find it." Oh no.
"What did I say about running in the house!"
"I know! I'm sorry! I just didn't want you to worry."
"Well I wont be, because you are going to Sharpay's resort this week, correct?"
"Actually I told her I didn't want to go." I winced.
"WHAT! Gabriella Elizabeth Montez if you do not go to that resort there will be punishment. Do you want me to call your father?" My mother was past pissed.
"Alright. I'll go." I said not wanting to get into trouble.
"Thank you. Now I have to go, so I'll call the resort and they will let me know when you arrive. Have a nice week. Love you."
"Love you too." I hung up and let out a ear piercing scream. I stomped to my room, and pulled out my leopard print luggage, and started to pack saying nasty words under my breath.
So, what did you think? I know it's not that great, but I'll try to make it better. Please review! Love you all!
Bye Dolls :)