Chapter 3

Troy woke up the next morning when there seem to be a lot of talking from downstairs. There was too much talking for only two people that was awake in the house. He got up and put a Berkeley shirt on and some warm ups. He then went downstairs only to find his friends there.

No body seems to notice him there. Troy looked around the living room. Chad, Taylor, Zeke, Sharpay, Jason, Kelsi, Martha, Ryan, and his parents were all there. Numerous people were talking at the same time. It was chaotic.

"Excuse me?" Troy asked at a normal voice. No body heard him.

"Hello?" Troy asked again but with a higher voice. Still no one responded. Troy put his face in his hands.

"HEY!" Troy yelled. Everyone stopped talking at each other and turned to whoever yelled.

"Oh hi Troy," Mrs. Bolton said.

"Hi. Would anyone like to tell me what on earth are you all doing here this early in the morning?" Troy asked rather annoyed. Everyone started responding with their own answers and it got chaotic once again. Just then the front door opened and in walked Gabriella. Troy was the only one who noticed her arrival.

Gabriella stopped at the door when she saw everyone yelling. "Whoa," she said to herself. She looked over to Troy. He looked pretty annoyed; probably cause of the lost of his sleeping time. She then turned her attention back to the people yelling. The Boltons had called everyone to their house on the discussion of the wedding.

"Okay, okay everyone calm down!" Troy yelled again and every thing went silent. Gabriella slowly walked towards Troy and joined him.

"Hi Gabi. I didn't see you come in," Mrs. Bolton said.

"Hi everyone," Gabriella responded.

"Now since this is probably about the wedding, Chad, Taylor would you guys mind telling me what is going on?" Troy asked.

"Gladly. Everyone seems to have a problem with their sitting arrangements," Taylor responded.

"Then why don't you just change them?" Troy asked.

"No! They can't do that. It will ruin everything," Gabriella replied.

"What?" Troy asked looking down at her.

She pulled out a binder full of papers. She turned to the page where it had the outline of the reception place. There were names scribbled everywhere.

"I put some of our friends with a table of Chad's or Taylor's family to separate people who don't like each other. If I move them then there will be chaos at the wedding."

"Then why don't you just hire body guards?" Troy asked dumbly.

"Very funny Troy but I can't do that," Gabriella responded.

"Okay who doesn't like their sitting arrangements?" Troy asked. Everyone shot up their hand.

"Okay this is going to be a problem," Troy said. Troy then looked down at the paper in Gabriella's hand. He spotted Zeke and Sharpay's named but they were sitting at separate tables.

"Uh Gabi? Why aren't Zeke and Sharpay sitting together?" Troy asked.

"Because I need Zeke to keep Chad's Uncle John away from his Aunt Chelsea cause they're divorce and going at each other's throat."

"Oh then why don't you sit Sharpay with Zeke at their table?"

"Cause there's not enough room."

"Then move someone."

"Who am I suppose to move Troy?" Troy looked at the paper.

"Move Dante. I'm pretty sure he won't mind."

"Troy Dante needs to sit with his mother. He's only 6."

"Oh well I don't know then." Gabriella turned to the others.

"Can you guys just sit at your arrange seats?" Gabriella asked.

"No! I thought it will be nice to have all the Wildcats at one table," Ryan said.

"Yeah," everyone agreed. Gabriella thought about it for a moment.

"Okay fine! But I need some quiet for me to figure this out." She said. Everyone nodded.

"Yeah and I need some sleep," Troy responded. With that Gabriella went to Mr. Bolton's office upstairs and Troy went to his room for sleep. Mrs. Bolton being the great wedding chef, had everyone tried some cake.

A few hours later, Gabriella figured out a way to get everyone their sitting arrangements. She was tired of thinking so hard so she went to Troy's room to check on him. She knocked.

"Mom I don't want to try any cake," he responded. She giggled and walked in.

"Oh come on honey it's your favorite. Double chocolate fudge cake," Gabriella said trying her best to imitate Mrs. Bolton's voice. Troy opened an eye at the weird squeaky voice. He sat up when he saw Gabriella.

"Hey Gabi. Sorry about that," Troy said. Gabriella sat down next to him.

"No worries." Troy smiled at her.

"So how's the sitting arrangements coming along?"

"I just finished. I got every Wildcat at a table with the others without letting any of the family members going at each other. Now everyone's going to be happy."

Troy smiled. It took everything within him not to put his arm around him.

"Well you should go down there and tell them the good news."

"Yeah I should and it's almost time for Chad to go pick up his family from the airport. And you have to go pick up your tux with the others."

"Tux? I didn't get a tux."

"I know you're mom got it for you. Moms know everything. Now come on Wildcat, let's head downstairs."

Troy smiled and got out of bed and went downstairs.

Everyone was happy about the new sitting arrangements and had left to do a job Gabriella gave them. Chad went to go pick up his family. The rest of the guys went to go pick up their tux. The girls went to go pick up their dresses and Mrs. Bolton went back to baking.

A few hours later, Troy and his dad arrived home with their tux in hand.

"Mom we're home!" Troy yelled. She appeared from the kitchen and looked at the tuxes.

"Oh Troy they look wonderful."

"Yeah thanks mom I would had look horrible if it wasn't for you.''

Troy took his tux up to his room. He put it away safely and returns to his bed. He notices a note on his pillow. It said Troy on it. He recognizes it as Gabriella's handwriting. He unfolds the note and reads it.

Dear Troy,

I just have to say these past few days have been fun. I feel like myself again hanging out with you. I know I left abruptly and I'm sorry for that. I am returning to Stanford this semester to finish out the rest of college. Maybe we can give us another try. I get it if you don't want to. But I hope you know I still love you. I always had and forever will.

Always,

Gabriella

Troy reread the last sentence. She stills love him. He couldn't believe it. All this time after trying to get what he wanted back, he's finally got his opportunity. Tomorrow at dinner rehearsal, he will get back his true love. He guarantees it.