"What was your old school like?" Gabriella asked him.
Troy shrugged again. "Well it wasn't exactly the world's best school. It was a public school and let's just say that it was like a three-ring circus. I was captain of the basketball team. And to be honest, I really hated it." He said.
"Why?" She asked.
"Because…even though I was the basketball's team captain and one of the most popular guys, I was mostly a bad guy and a loner. I'd get into over hundreds fights with people, who'd give me crappy shit. I'd mostly get into fights with people because of my anger problem. The school had very few decent people, but mostly filled with dumb-ass bastards and cheap slutty whores. The whole place was completely insane." He answered.
"How many fights would you say that you got into to?' Gabriella questioned.
"Hundreds, maybe even thousands. I'm amazed that you aren't freaked out." He said, chuckling.
Gabriella chuckled a bit. According to Sharpay, Troy never opens up to anyone, not even his own parents, expect his dad sometimes, but Gabriella is glad that he's now opening up to her. "Believe or not, there are a few fights here and there at St. Peters. But other than that, St. Peters is a pretty decent school." She said.
"What's so cool about it?" Troy asked her.
"Well for example, we get causal days and get to wear regular clothes. There are lots of cool after-school clubs. The uniforms are pretty decent. They serve good food at the cafeteria. For free period, you also get to leave the school. And they are a lot of half-of-days." Gabriella answered.
Troy nodded his head, impressed.
"But," Gabriella went on "There are a few sluts and some assholes at the school. But other than that, there are really cool people."
Troy nodded, holding her tight. Then their stomachs growled. Gabriella sat up and burst into laughter. Troy sat up, too, and laughed, too.
"Come on." Gabriella said, standing up and offering him her hand.
"To where?" Troy asked as he grabbed her hand.
"Near Greenwich village. There's this cool gourmet cafe there. Come on." Gabriella said, taking his hand and helped him up, and began to jog. They jog and then ran all the way to Greenwich Village until they reached the café.
"Is it me or do you just love running over 5 miles?" Troy asked, opening the café door for Gabriella.
"What can I say? I love running as much as I love shopping, dancing, and singing. I just love running. Let's sit in the back." She said, grabbing his hand and leading him to the back to a booth table.
"I really like booth tables. They just seem…more private you know." Gabriella said, sitting down at the table.
Troy sat across from her and nodded. He slowly reached for her hand and gently caressed it. The more time he hanged out with Gabriella, the more he wanted her. She was just too perfect. Not only was she unbelievably pretty, she was also incredibly nice, smart, and really easy to talk to. That moment, looking into her beautiful big brown eyes, that song beautiful eyes by Nat Wolff played in his head. Her eyes were so beautiful and dazzling. It's like when you're looking into them, it like looking into an ocean of rich chocolate. That moment as he looked into her eyes, Troy promised himself that he would do whenever it takes to make Gabriella his.
A young waitress with short curly black hair approached their table. (A/N Vanessa from Gossip Girl) "Hey Gabriella. How was your Thanksgiving?" The waitress asked her.
"It was great. My brothers and sister also came home for the holidays. How was yours, Jessica?" Gabriella said.
"They were good. My sister, Ruby, finally got her ass out of Scotland to join us for the holidays." Jessica said, smiling and giggling.
Gabriella giggled with her. She pointed her finger at Troy and said to Jessica "This is Troy Bolton. He's Ryan and Sharpay's cousin. He's starting St. Peters on Monday."
"Well nice to meet you. Looks like you just met your new classmate." Jessica said, smiling, shaking Troy's hand.
"You, too." He said.
Jessica let go of his hand, flipped her pad and took out her pen. "Now what can I get you, two?' She asked them.
They both looked at their menus. "Well…I'll have hot chocolate, the croissant, the cheese Danish, and two chocolate-chip scones." Troy ordered, closing her menu.
"Sounds big, but yummy. I'll have that, too." Gabriella said, closing her menu.
Jessica wrote it all down and took their menus. "Alright then, your order will be ready in 15 minutes." She said, and then left.
Troy turned his attention back to Gabriella. He then noticed something on her wrist. It was a bruise, which looked like it took a long time to heal. "What's happened to your wrist?" Troy asked, taking her hand and looking at the wound.
Gabriella snatched her hand back. "It's nothing." She mumbled, playing with a straw, and then blew the paper at Troy's nose.
"Hey!" He said.
But she grinned and blew another one at his nose. Troy decided to play her game. He crumpled up a napkin and threw it at her.
"Hey!" She exclaimed, and then fired anther straw at him.
Troy reached over, grabbed her hands, and tickled her on the right side.
"Stop!" She said, giggling.
"Then say Troy Bolton is the hottest guy in the world." He said, smirking as he continued to tickle her more.
"Okay, okay. Fine. Troy Bolton is the hottest guy in the world. Happy?" She said through her giggles.
Troy finally stop tickling her and sat back in his seat, smirking. "Now was that so hard?" He said.
Gabriella replied by firing another straw at him. "Does that answer your question?" She asked, innocently, but was smirking.
"You're going to pay for that, Montez." He said.
Jessica came back with their orders and left again. Gabriella buttered her croissant and bit into it. Troy ate his chocolate-chip scone and took a gulp of his hot chocolate.
"So?" He said to Gabriella.
"So?" She repeated.
"I just want to know more about you." He said.
"Okay, like what?" Gabriella asked.
Troy thought for a minute as he swallowed the last bite of his scone and ate the other one. "Well…what's your favorite color or colors?" Troy asked her.
Gabriella giggled as she moved on to her Danish, and answered "Well I love red, pink, blue, and black. But I mostly like red. What's yours?"
"Black, red, and blue," He answered, and leaned over the table, getting closer to her. "Pink is not my color."
Gabriella scooped some cream from her Danish and dabbed it on his nose.
"Hey!" He said. He dipped some cream from his Danish and dabbed it on her nose. "Now we match." He said.
She stuck her tongue out at him, teasingly.
When they finished their breakfast, they left the café and went back to the penthouse to see everyone already up. When they finished their breakfast, they left the café and got back to the penthouse to see everyone was already up.
"Hey Gabi!" Sharpay said, hugging her. "Where have you been?"
"I went on a jog with Troy." She answered.
"Oh really?" She asked, and both she and Ryan looked up at him, smirking.
"Shut it!" He mouthed.
"Anyway," Sharpay said, turning back to Gabriella. "I hope you haven't forgotten about our plans for today. Remember, we're going to get facials, manicures and pedicures, and our hair done at the salon for the party. I'm ready." She waved her hands up-and-down at her outfit: a brown cami with dark pink lace trim over a bright pink long-sleeve tee, skinny jeans, and pink ugg boots.
Gabriella giggled. "Of course I haven't forgotten Shar, I just need at take another quick, shower and change. Give me 15 minutes." She said, and ran into the guestroom.
Sharpay giggled, watching her friend go get ready, and turned back to Troy with a smirk.
Troy glanced at her, and at Ryan, who was sitting on the couch, smirking as well.
"So?" They said.
"So what?" He said.
"Well…you seem pretty happy after you kissing dare with Gabi." Ryan said. "Yes, yes you did." Sharpay added.
Troy rolled his eyes, annoyed, sat at the other couch and distracted himself with the nearest magazine he could grab.
"Oh come, Troy, you both were smiling after your kiss. You, so, loved it." Sharpay said, sitting down next to him on the couch. Troy looked up at her and punched her hard on the arm.
"OW!!! What the fuck, Troy?!" Sharpay cried, rubbing her arm.
"You're being an annoying pain in my ass." He simply said, looking through the magazine until he stopped at a certain page and was shocked by what he saw. "What the fuck?!!!" He cried.
"What is it?" Ryan asked.
He and Sharpay came closer to him and looked at the magazine page Troy was pointing to. The magazine page was an ad for Gucci women clothing. And Sharpay and Gabriella were the models. Sharpay looked a little stiff, but Gabriella looked completely relaxed, poised, and natural, like she has been doing modeling forever.
"Oh yeah," Sharpay said, beaming "Gabi's dad is an awesome photographer and he was doing this ad for Gucci. When we were there at photo-shoot ad with him, the models didn't show up, so the magazine editors saw us and thought that we would be good substitutes for them. And, if I do say so myself, we did an awesome job. And the best part was that we get to keep the clothes."
Troy nodded, paying only half-attention to his cousin, and kept looking at Gabriella modeling for Gucci. She just looked too perfect.
"So?" Sharpay said, tapping him on the shoulder.
"So what?" He said, pushing her hand away.
"Oh come on, Troy. You and Gabriella…The kiss? The jog? Oh for god's sake, can you give me some details." She begged.
"Alright, if it's the only way to shut that mouth of yours," He said "After your dare, and when you two left, we smiled. I hugged her and said goodnight. But in the end, we just slept together in my bed."
Sharpay and Ryan's eyes pooped wide, obliviously misunderstanding.
"NOT THAT SLEPT TOGETHER, YOU DUMB-ASSES!" He exclaimed.
They signed relief, but saw Troy looking like he was about to be pissed-off.
"You two actually thought that I would do something like that to her!?!!!" He demanded, practically yelling.
Ryan quickly sat at the other couch, trying to avoid Troy's anger that was close to eruption.
"Troy, calm down." Sharpay said, backing away from him.
"Answer the damn question, will you?! Do you honestly think that I would do that?!! That I some-kind-of pervert!!!!" He practically yelled.
"No we didn't okay. Damn Troy, you can be such an ass sometimes!" Sharpay snapped, grabbing her purse. She definitely had enough of Troy's attitude. She said "Tell Gabi, I'll meet her downstairs." And with that, she left the apartment with a slam.
Ryan let out a whistle and turned back to Troy, who was looking out the window. He sighed. He, too, was definitely tired of Troy's anger attitude problem. "I'm out. See you man." He said, getting up from the couch and then walked out the door.
Damn, Troy thought, banging his hand against the wall. Just when he was about to punch it again, he felt a hand pulling him back. He turned to see Gabriella, already dressed in a plum purple tank top with matching short-sleeve hoodie, black relaxed jeans, and black high-top sneakers, with her hair in a loose pony-tail, holding his hand.
Without a word, she examined his hand and saw it was starting to bleed. She quickly grabbed the first-aid kit and took him to the couch. "This will sting a little." She warned him, before putting some alcohol on his hand. Troy dealt with the pain by biting his lip. When Gabriella was finally done, she gently laid his now-bandaged hand on his lap.
Just when she was about to leave, Troy firmly gripped her arm. She turned to him. Troy looked up at her. After a long moment, he quietly said "Why do you care?"
Gabriella smiled softly at him and said "Because I just do." She slowly broke free of his grip and gently stroked his hair. "I have to go now. Sharpay is waiting for me in the lobby. See you later, Troy." She said, grabbing her bag and was about to leave, but turned back to Troy and pecked him on the cheek.
She was about to leave again, but Troy grabbed her arm, stood up, and before even thinking about it, pecked her on the lips. When he slowly pulled back, he realized what he just did and blush a crimson red.
"Um…" He began to say, but Gabriella slowly pulled him toward her and pecked him on the lips.
Troy's blush grew a deeper red when she slowly pulled away. He felt his heart was pumping at the speed of light.
Gabriella blushed, too, but also giggled.
"I really have to go. Bye Troy." She said, and then left.
Troy looked out the peek hole from the door, and watched Gabriella enter the elevator.
Gabriella signed with a smile as she rode the elevator down. She was glad that she helped Troy. She was a little surprised with his peck kiss, but was also glad. Gabriella really likes Troy-a lot. In fact she has a crush on him, too. But she wants to get to know Troy a whole lot better first. She wants to be friends with him first, and for him to finally open up to people. She was glad that he's starting to open up to her
Back with Troy, he felt light-headed. He touched his lips and couldn't believe that he kissed her and she kissed him back. He went to his room and decided to work on more sketches.
When he finally put down his pencil, he looked at the finishing touches of his angel sketch and was amazed.
Sharpay was right about what she said about his sketch before he lost his temper in the cab yesterday. The sketch looked amazingly like Gabriella. The angel really did looked amazingly like her. The hair, the face, the smile-all Gabriella.
"No f-ing way!" He whispered, pulling the sketch book closer to him. Troy didn't even know how he did it. He just started out sketching the angel and somehow it turned out to be Gabriella. Troy had to admit the more he thought about it, the more he realized that Gabriella really was like an angel. Her beautiful looks and kindness-all like an angel. She's an angel. My angel, he thought.
He reached into his pencil cup on his desk and took out a black sharpie pen. Above his Gabriella angel sketch, Troy wrote with the sharpie in neat cursive writing, My Angel. Next on the right blank page next to the sketch in his book, he wrote a little poem called 'My Angel'.
My angel is the one who looks over me
My angel is the one who cares for me
My angel is the one who loves me
My angel has beautiful brown eyes
My angel has beautiful black hair
My angel will be there for me when I get hurt
My angel will always be the one that is always on my mind
She is the angel that keeps me breathing
She is the angel of my dreams
She is the angel that keeps me alive
My angel will cheer me up when I'm sad
My angel will love me for me
She is my angel of life.
Alright he knew that Gabriella doesn't love him-yet anyway, and that her hair wasn't exactly black, but it was an nearly-darkened color that was close to black, and that some of the lines of the poem were a little of. But other than that, the poem was pretty good.
He looked at the sketch again and sighed dreamily, smiling back at Gabriella's angelic smile.