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Chapter 2

Gabriella had her hands clasped together to stop the shaking. She was not allowing herself to question this idea as she walked up the driveway of 5647 Comfort Lane. The house was white with two stories. It was slightly larger than the average in the neighborhood. There were three cars in the driveway none of which Gabriella could name accurately. It did not look like a house full of serial killers, but then again they never did.

The door opened seconds after she had pressed the button. A tall, attractive man who looked about thirty opened it. He was wearing some sort of jogging pants and white t shirt. Gabriella would not be surprised to see a couch's whistle with this ensemble or a clipboard in hand..

"Can I help you?" He greeted, after it was obvious the visitor would just continue to stare at him.

"Hi, um," She paused forgetting the introduction she had memorized on her way over. "Are you Troy Bolton?" She blurted out.

His eyes widened then narrowed considerably. "No, I am his dad Jack Bolton." He said as he appraised her for a few seconds. "Are you a fan?" He asked warily.

"Is he famous?" Gabriella asked alarmed. She did not want to do this if he was famous. How embarrassing! He probably got these letters all the time!

Jack Bolton ignored her question. "Have you ever taken gym at East High?" He asked.

Gabriella was smart enough to realize that East High was probably a school. She also realized he thought she was dangerous! Or at least untrustworthy! She wanted to let out a hysterical giggle at the thought of her being regarded in that way. She knew, ultimately, that giggling randomly would not help his opinion of her.

Jack Bolton waited for the girl to answer. She never did. "Are you even a student at East High?" She looked about Troy's age so it was not completely unreasonable that he knew her. She was short probably close to 5 feet 2 inches. Her weight could be estimated at 105 pounds give or take. He knew, if push came to shove, she would not be a threat.

Her sense of purpose renewed her strength. "Mr. Bolton," She said sternly and interrupting his thoughts. "I apologize for my frankness but all I need to know is if Troy Bolton is home. While I appreciate your concern and while I agree that it is warranted, this is probably the only time you will ever see me. So if you just allow me to speak to your son for a few moments, I will be out of your hair even sooner."

He stared at her for a few seconds before he responded. "Yeah, he's out back." He left the doorway but did not motion for her to continue.

She only followed because he did not slam the door in her face.

He gestured halfheartedly to the couch. "Sit down if you must and I'll go get him." He dryly remarked without even glancing at her.

Gabriella sat down daintily and called out a feeble "Thank you!" She might have been too harsh but his questioning was entirely unnecessary. She opened her purse and pulled out the letter and put it on her lap. She crossed her ankles and began to wait.

"Troy Bolton scores again!" Troy cheered for himself after his tenth straight basket.

He was playing basketball in his court in the backyard. It was starting to get hot so his father had gone to get some water for the both of them and had still not returned five minutes later. It didn't bother Troy too much because it allowed him uninterrupted shooting time with the game he loved more than anything.

He dribbled the ball and went to shoot again when his father's voice stopped him.

"Troy you have a guest." His voice was gruff.

He glanced at his father but continued to shoot."I told you the gang was coming to practice-"

"No," Jack interrupted and gave him a look. "It's a girl in a skirt. I doubt very much she is here to play basketball."

That made Troy pause. "Why would a girl be here to see me?" Troy wondered out loud.

"My thoughts exactly," Jack snorted and gestured to the house. "now go get rid of her and we'll continue."

Troy threw the basketball to his father and jogged into the house. He grabbed a plate of homemade cookies his mother made as a nice gesture and headed into the living room.

He saw her before she saw him. She had long curly hair that was pulled back halfway with a ribbon. Her eyes were large enough that he could tell they were brown. Her nose was small and her lips were plump. She had on a pink shirt with a white and pink skirt that reached her knees when she was sitting. She was tan and sat with perfect posture.

She was beautiful.

Troy suddenly felt disgusting in his workout clothes that reeked of sweat and lack of washing. He turned to quickly head up the stairs to change into an outfit more appropriate of the mysterious girl.

"Troy Bolton?" A sweet voice called.

He froze and slowly turned back around. He was caught. "Yes?" He asked, his voice cracking embarrassingly.

The girl stood up and began to approach him. He met her halfway and shoved the cookies at her without saying anything. She shot him a weird look and grabbed the plate from him and picked a cookie. She sat down on the couch and he sat next to her. She placed the plate on the table and turned to him, looking slightly shocked at how close he was sitting. She opened her mouth-

"Do I know you?" He interrupted peering at her face.

Gabriella shifted uncomfortably at the gorgeous man in her face. No wonder that girl had to write a letter to admit her feelings. Being in his presence was overwhelming her senses and Gabriella did not like it. "No, you do not. I am just giving you a letter I found."

He looked interested. "That you wrote?"

"How could I find the letter, if I was the one who wrote it?" She asked half playful and the other half sarcastic.

He shrugged not appearing to have taken the question seriously. He had leaned back into the corner of the couch and his arm lined the top.

She giggled at his dimwittedness, finding it more endearing than annoying.

He smiled easily. "Do you go to East High? I don't think I've ever seen you." He knew he would remember her, but that sounded a little too cheesy for their first meeting to say out loud.

"Am I correct in assuming that is a high school?" At his nod, she continued. "No, I do not. I go to a private school named New Mexico Prep."

Troy let out a loud whistle. "So you're either rich or a genius?"

She looked up at the noise. "I take it you've heard of it then." She commented wryly.

It was the most prestigious school in New Mexico. Of course, he had heard of it. He narrowed his bright blue eyes playfully as if studying her. "Or both? Yeah, I think you're rich and a genius."

She giggled at his assumption before steeling herself back to the intended conversation. She was giggling a lot and it was getting out of hand. "The letter," She waved it in front of his face. "is why I am here. It was addressed to you and I am here to return it to you. May I ask one thing of you?"

He shrugged. "Sure."

Gabriella paused for a moment, unsure of how to say what she was thinking. "You seem like a nice person already but please be nice to the girl who wrote it, even if you don't feel the same."

He nodded dutifully and she handed him the letter. He took it unaware that it meant the mysterious prep school girl would leave. She grabbed her purse and darted towards the front door.

Troy dropped the letter and raced after her. He landed on the front door before she could open and effectively closed it. She jumped obviously frightened when the door slammed shut. "Why are you leaving?"

Gabriella gave him a weird look. "I gave you the letter that was the only reason I came over here."

"But I don't even know your name…" His tone was very close to pleading.

She felt uneasy being this close to him and covered it by rolling her eyes. "My name is not necessary in reading the letter. Now I have to go." She tried to open the door but he continued to block it.

"At least stay until I read it," He reasoned, his hands strategically placed under his chin to complete the puppy dog look. "I may have some questions."

"Fine." She said while sighing heavily. He did a fist pump and then grabbed her hand and dragged her into the living room. He let go of her arm and she sat on the couch in her previous spot. He picked up the forgotten letter, sat close to the girl, and began reading.

She waited patiently picking at her skirt nervously.

He finished it and laid it down on the table. "Where did you even find this?"

"It was at the county library, in Wuthering Heights."

He nodded thoughtfully even though he had no idea what Wuthering Heights was. Then a thought occurred to him, "You read it didn't you?" He smiled slowly. "That's why you told me to be nice to this girl?"

She gasped and her hand flew to her chest. "No! I would never do that! I opened it and read the first two lines and stopped!"

He looked amused at her answer. "It's okay, I believe you." He put a placating hand on her knee, but it felt heavy to Gabriella. He removed it not two seconds after. "So what grade are you in?" He asked conversationally.

She answered before she thought of the question. "I'm a senior. Why is this relevant?" She snapped. "All you need to do is confront this girl and tell her how feel!"

"I don't even know this girl!" He defended himself.

This caused Gabriella to pause. "Do you mean you don't recognize the name or that she didn't sign her name?"

"She didn't even sign her name!" He blurted out.

Gabriella studied him for a moment before nodding sharply. It made sense; after all there was no return address on the envelope.

"So what are we going to do now?"

"We?" She asked, shocked.

He actually chuckled at her confusion. "Yes, we. It turned into a 'we' when you decided to deliver this letter to me. Which I am wondering, why did you decide to do it?"

She shrugged. She did not have a real reason, or one she would care to explain to a total stranger. "Maybe because I wish someone would have the courage to do it for me."

"Ah," He grinned easily, his eyes still trained on the nameless girl. The way she said that gave Troy the impression that she did not have a boyfriend. "So how are we going to track this girl down?"

She did not say anything at first, obviously considering the possibilities. "I have no idea." She announced, but continued on. "But first things first, my name is Gabriella Montez." She finally admitted while sticking out her hand.

Troy beamed, his smile temporarily blinding her and grasped her hand. "Gabriella." He repeated as if tasting the sound of her name. "You already know I am Troy Bolton. The next thing we need is cover is what are you doing later?"

Now I don't have all of the chapter written yet. I'm supposed to be really busy this week but if you guys can take the time to review at least 10 times (so my total would be at least 14) I'm sure I can manage to have this chapter up by Thursday, if not see you guys Tuesday!

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