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Protecting Miss Montez

Chapter Two

Sharpay Evans

Troy walked into the Oval Office nervously after he heard that the President wanted to talk to him. President Montez stood from his desk with a smile on his face, greeting Troy with a nod as Troy stood before him.

"How's it been adjusting to the job?" He asked Troy politely, leaning against his desk as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"It's been fine, Mr. President." Troy replied with a nod.

"I'm sure you're wondering why you're here." President Montez said with a carefree laugh. "It's about Gabriella."

Troy nodded, glad that he wasn't being fired on his second day on duty. President Montez looked at Troy seriously all of a sudden, wanting to start explaining his current situation. Troy cleared his throat, glancing at a calm Charles who was standing by the door.

"She wants to go on a date with her boyfriend Drew and the only way I'm letting her go is for you and Charles to go with her." He told him, smiling softly now. "He's my campaign manager's son and he's a good kid, but I don't want my daughter getting into any trouble, do you understand?"

"Yes, Mr. President." Troy nodded in agreement. "I'll make sure she's okay."

"Good." He smiled. "That will be all."

Gabriella appeared suddenly and Troy looked at her with a small smile, holding in a laugh as he saw that she wasn't exactly happy. She glared at him and then at her father, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Mom just informed me that I'm being chaperoned by the secret service on my date." She said dully.

"You know the rules." President Montez said with a sigh as he looked at his fuming daughter.

"Dad, I could take out the toughest guy with a swing of my purse! I don't need to be babysat!" Gabriella complained.

"I feel bad for any guy who has to come in contact with your purse, Gabs, but Troy and Charles are trained professionals. They will protect you." He explained to her, trying to get the point across to his daughter that she couldn't be alone.

"What are they going to protect me from? Puppies?" She asked impatiently, not caring if she was insulting Troy and Charles' ability to protect her.

"I'm sure puppies would run away from you, Miss Montez. We wouldn't be needed for that." Troy said as he looked over at her, seeing the President raise his eyebrows and then look over at his daughter to see how she was taking the insult.

"I'm sure you're the kind of guy who would kick a puppy, aren't you?" She argued, marching out of the room with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Well done, Mr. Bolton." President Montez said with a laugh. "I think she's going to like you."

"Let's hope not." Troy said with a laugh, glancing to the side where he saw Gabriella picking up her pace as she went down the hallway.

***

Troy was standing in his spot by Gabriella's door when the door opened, revealing Rosy who looked extremely stressed out. She had been in Gabriella's room for two hours trying to help her pick out something to wear and they still couldn't decide, so now they were resulting to Troy to help them.

"We need a guy's point of view." Rosy explained as she grabbed Troy by the arm, pulling him into Gabriella's room where clothes were thrown all over the floor and a stressed Gabriella stood in front of the mirror.

It was the first time Troy had actually seen the inside of Gabriella's room and the second he got a few feet in he could smell Gabriella's perfume. Her desk had a stack of books in the middle of it, looking as if they were about to tip over and tumble onto the floor, but they stayed there sturdily and he looked to different places in her room. There was a poster on the back of her bathroom door of Hannah Montana and Troy wondered if she wished she could put on a wig and suddenly turn into someone else… someone who wasn't the Presidents daughter.

"Earth to Troy." He heard her say loudly.

"Oh, sorry." Troy said quickly unaware of the fact that he was staring at all of her stuff.

Gabriella was standing with her hands on her hips in a black dress, one that went past her knees and didn't dare hug her body. Troy bit his lip, trying not to laugh as he saw her grandmother-like shoes. In the most polite way of describing the dress, one word would sum it up and that word was UGLY!

"I'm sorry, Miss Montez, but I don't think that suits you." Troy said with a shake of his head, trying not to laugh.

"At least you're honest." Gabriella said quietly, looking down at her dress.

"Why don't you wear the outfit that you wore when you visited the children's hospital?" Rosy suggested, pulling out a bubble gum pink pencil skirt and a white blouse.

"No thank you." Gabriella said with a sarcastic smile, hating that outfit more than words could describe.

"Don't you have something more…?" Troy started, trying to think of a word that wouldn't suggest anything perverted.

"Revealing, slutty, flamboyant?" Gabriella listed with a laugh.

Troy shrugged and glanced down at the pile of clothing on the floor by his feet.

"Can't you wear jeans and a t-shirt?" Troy asked her, folding his arms over his chest as he watched her sigh dreamingly.

"Drew would have a fit… I don't remember the last time I wore jeans." She said as she walked over to the window next to her bed, squinting as the bright ray of sun fell upon her. Troy tried not to notice the way her skin seemed to glow as the sun hit her.

"I'm not exactly an expert on fashion." Troy said as he watched her, smirking as she laughed, throwing her arms in the air.

"Once again… I hate being the President's daughter!" Gabriella said to both Rosy and Troy. She grabbed a white sweater off of her bed and put it on, not caring anymore about what she was going to wear. She would be ugly for this date and she accepted that as she walked past Troy and out of the room, going towards the front of the house where Drew would be soon.

***

Troy tapped his foot to the music that was playing in the limo, keeping his eyes straight ahead of him as he tried not to eavesdrop on Gabriella and Drew's conversation. The palms of his hands burned as his nails dug into them, trying to keep him from laughing at the comments the two "lovebirds" kept making. Their relationship was so extremely fake that he was starting to wonder if they were actually dating or if Gabriella only said she had a boyfriend to get out of the house for a while, but then he'd glance over just as Drew was leaning over to kiss her and he saw how she smiled lovingly at him before closing the gap between them. Charles cleared his throat when the kiss started to get heated and Troy had to keep his laughter sealed behind his lips yet again.

"Charles, is something wrong?" Gabriella asked him as Drew laughed quietly, keeping his hand on her knee.

"Kissing can result in cold sores and chapped lips." Charles said with a nod, staying serious as Gabriella frowned.

"And let's not forget about gingivitis." Troy said with a smirk, watching as Gabriella slumped back into her seat, folding her arms over her chest.

Charles' serious face lightened up slightly as a smile appear on his face and Troy smiled too, secretly communicating with Charles that they would keep this up. Gabriella let out an annoyed sigh, one that Troy had heard constantly since she met him, and she kept her eyes straight ahead as she listened to the music.

Once the limo was parked in a reserved space behind the restaurant that they were attending, the group of four stepped out of the limo, inhaling the cool air of the night. Troy and Charles followed closely behind Gabriella as she walked hand in hand with her boyfriend and as Charles kept a close eye on them, Troy took that opportunity to look around the restaurant.

The restaurant was lit with candles and fancy lighting, and the crowd that sat at the many tables looked to be important, rich people. This place was definitely a restaurant that Troy wouldn't even think about taking a date of his too; it read MARRY ME NOW and the smell floating in the air smelt expensive. His attention was drawn in front of him when he heard a familiar giggle.

"This is so romantic." Gabriella smiled over at Drew, giggling as he pulled her close to him before following the waiter over to a table in the middle of the restaurant.

Charles stood by the entrance of the restaurant, keeping his eyes on Gabriella and Drew from the place only about fifteen feet away from them. Troy, however, stood further away in viewing distance of Charles and the couple in the middle, only he was by the kitchen door, next to the bar. A few people looked oddly at the two built men, but knowing that the President's daughter was in attendance, they didn't seem too interested for a long period of time.

Troy rolled his eyes for the hundredth time since he had been watching Gabriella and Drew and he tried not to gag as Drew and Gabriella gave each other love taps with their feet underneath the table. As he scanned the restaurant to find something more interesting to look at, he noticed a familiar blonde sitting at a table occupied completely with about ten other women, laughing beautifully as she sat in her sparkly pink dress.

He watched as the woman twirled a piece of her hair around her index finger and finally after a few minutes, she looked up and noticed him watching her from across the restaurant. Her smile widened and she mumbled something to her friends before standing up slowly.

Gabriella was laughing at something Drew had said when she saw the most beautiful woman walking past her table and her eyes widened when she realized who it was. She just so happened to be the most famous fashion-icon in the country! And she was walking over to… TROY?

"Drew! Look who it is!" Gabriella said quickly, waving off Drew as he started to tell her another story.

He looked around slowly, wondering who she was talking about.

"The woman in the pink?" He asked her. "Who is that?"

"That's Sharpay Evans!" Gabriella said excitedly. "She is gorgeous!"

Drew smirked as he watched the excitement in Gabriella grow and he nodded too, because Sharpay Evans really was gorgeous. Gabriella's mouth hung open as Sharpay stopped next to Troy, standing next to him with a laugh, looking out at the restaurant after Troy had said something to her. Apparently, Troy was still serious about keeping an eye on Gabriella because he just told the most famous girl in fashion to stand next to him instead of in front of him so he could still work while talking to her.

"So, this is what you did with your life?" Sharpay asked Troy, her good friend from high school, as they both looked out at the restaurant. The table of girls Sharpay had been sitting with were watching them, giggling probably about how hot Troy was.

"Not really." Troy said with a shrug, keeping his voice quiet so not to disturb customers around him. "The opportunity came up and I took it. I don't plan on being here forever." He explained to his friend.

"Weren't you going to be a famous basketball player or a police officer the last time I checked?" She asked him, moving her hair behind her back so that it wasn't blocking the front of her dress.

"Yeah, but things change." Troy nodded. "At least one of us did what we planned on doing."

Sharpay smiled, looking over at Troy who still hadn't taken his eyes off of the couple sitting in the middle of the room. The perfume that she was wearing radiated off of her and Troy inhaled subtly. It reminded him so much of high school and he smiled softly, looking over at her.

"Yeah, well, the opportunity came up." She smiled, nudging him playfully. "It's good seeing you again, Troy." She said, giggling as she went to hug him, seeing him give her an annoyed expression because he wasn't one to be friendly in front of an audience.

As she was hugging him, she heard a raspy voice close to her ear and she gasped quickly pulling away from Troy, somewhat frightened by the odd voice.

"Sorry." Troy said quickly as he pressed on the ear piece that was on his ear, saying something back to Charles, who was talking to him through their barely visible technology. "I'm not supposed to hug pedestrians while working. You just got me in trouble, Evans." He laughed softly.

"I'm no pedestrian." Sharpay said as she looked at the clear ear piece in his ear in wonder. "Who do you work for, anyways?" She asked.

"I'm not allowed to say." He told her seriously, looking back out at the restaurant. Sharpay followed his gaze and she noticed the couple in the middle of the restaurant, both of them glancing periodically over at her.

"That woman looks awfully like the President's daughter." Sharpay said to him with an eyebrow raise. She crossed her arms slowly and looked more closely at the girl who just so happened to have an American flag pinned on the collar of her ugly outfit.

Troy cleared his throat, watching as Drew handed the waiter his credit card with a nod.

"Oh my God, Troy Bolton, that's the President's daughter… you're part of the secret service?" She assumed in a whisper.

"I can't answer that." Troy said to her, watching as she shook her head.

"I'm so telling the guys this." Sharpay said to him. "Unless they know already…"

"They do." Troy said.

"Oh, so you just liked to keep me out of this secret?"

"It's not a secret; they just dared me to do it." Troy smirked, watching Sharpay as she swatted him on the arm.

"Goodnight, Troy Bolton." Sharpay said as she started to walk away from him with a playfully angry expression on her face. "You'll be hearing from me. I have the White House on speed dial number four." She explained, giving him a friendly smile after, walking back to her table, sparkling brightly as the lighting bounced off of her sparkly pink dress.

***

After the limo had dropped Drew off at his mansion, Gabriella sat giddily against the soft seat of the car and smiled lovingly as she remembered the perfect kiss that Drew had placed on her lips before he departed. Troy was looking out the window as she looked over at him and she wondered why Sharpay Evans had given him a hug, or even talked to him in the first place.

Her thoughts raced in her mind as she sat quietly in her regular seat of the limo and she kicked off her ugly shoes as she neared her house. Once they were parked in the White House parking area, she got out with Charles and Troy giving her room as she went into the house, gliding down the hallways in happiness. After stopping to see her dad, Gabriella walked to her room, seeing Troy already standing by her door, which she thought was nice, considering usually he was always following her.

She pulled down on her door knob, pushing her door open about halfway before she stopped, looking over at Troy in curiosity.

"How do you know Sharpay Evans?" She asked him.

Troy glanced over at her, quickly looking away when he made eye contact with her. He shrugged, not sure if he really wanted to let her know about who he knew and who he didn't.

"I've known her my whole life." He said to her.

"How?" Gabriella asked, putting a hand on her hip as she looked at him.

"She went to my elementary school." Troy replied.

"What elementary school did you go to? Because I can't imagine Sharpay Evans going anywhere other than an expensive private school." Gabriella replied.

"Everyone doesn't start off successful and those who are successful now didn't have to go to a private school for kindergarten just to become who they are." Troy said to her, somewhat offended by the way she had asked him about his education.

"Oh… well…" Gabriella started, not sure of what to say in response to that. "Does she live here or something?"

"She's here for business." Troy answered.

Gabriella sensed that Troy wasn't into explaining anything that related to him, so she only nodded and stopped asking questions about his successful friend. He definitely seemed to be a seriously angry person as he stood there, but she knew that anyone who worked for her family had to be analyzed thoroughly before getting the job, so he couldn't be crazy or something… but she wondered why he didn't like talking to her and why he seemed to want to be anywhere but with her.

"So, do you think you could have my coffee ready in the morning?" She asked him as she opened her door more to go inside.

"Do I look like your personal assistant?" He asked her, surprising her because she was used to hearing 'Yes, Miss Montez' when she asked people things like that.

"No." She said unsurely.

"Then you have your answer." He said, looking away from her as she gave him an annoyed look, closing the door behind her after telling him he was rude.

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