Excitement

by babyvfan

Troy Bolton is gloomed, pissed, and mad that he and his mom moved to New York City. He has a horrible anger problem and never openes up to anyone. But can one girl change that and show him some excitement that he's never seen before

24. Chapter 24

MORE NEW CHARCATERS:

Cassie Steele: Jenny Stantos

Brenda Song: Angelica 'Angie' St. Clair

Chace Crawford: Matt Mitchell

Previously

Troy looked up and down at her, still couldn't believe what he was seeing. Finally he found his voice, and said, but only in a mumble "Gabriella, what is all this? What's going on?"

Gabriella gently put her finger on his mouth, shushing him. She softly smiled at him, while caressing his cheek with her other hand. She then placed her finger on his forehead, the bright light gleaming off her. "Close thy eyes. Shut thy mouth. Dream of something prettier, more better than this. Hopefully while you rest, you will forget what you see. But always remember that everything is not what it seems." She murmured softly, her words sounding like an enchantment spell.

Troy then felt drowsy and his eyes felt extremely heavy, like he couldn't keep them open for another second. He looked at Gabriella through his tired eyes. "Gabriella." He muttered softly before he collapsed on the ground.

The last thing he felt was Gabriella's soft lips kissing him. She stroked his hair gently and said in a murmur "Sweet dreams, my love." Then he felt her spreading her wings and flying up to the dark sky, vanishing into the night.

Troy groaned in his sleep, knowing he was sleeping in an uncomfortable position, but was too tired to even move. He felt strange though; his body felt like it hasn't rested in ages. He opened his eyes a bit, his vision blurry. He saw two figures standing near him.

"Is he finally awake?" One figure asked. The voice sounded like Jackie.

"I hope so. The sport has been asleep all morning, and it's nearly noon." Another voice said. It sounded awfully familiar, like his dad's voice. "Are you alright, Troy?" The voice asked him.

"Dad…" He groaned, opening his eyes wider. The bright sun was nearly blinding. He blinked his eyes a couple of times until his vision became clearer. He saw that he was back in his bed, though he doesn't remember how he got back there. He looked down, and saw that he was dressed in his basketball shorts. Events that took place yesterday were completely blank to him at the moment. He sat up, and saw that his Uncle Felix and his sister, Jackie, were standing near him.

His uncle smiled what looked to be a sad smile. "I'm afraid not, Sport." He said, with his Irish accent.

Troy looked at his uncle blankly, until he recalled what he just said. He thought his uncle was his unfortunately, long-dead dad. Troy rubbed his eyes and let out a yawn, feeling strangely tired and couldn't recall why. His mind wandered back to yesterday. He recalled pounding his punching bag for a long time, Gabriella came into his room, them talking about stuff. He recalled the love they made on this bed, and it was incredible. Then after that….

Troy tired to remember hard, as if his life depended on it. After that….he remembered….seeing a bright light. Bright light that was dancing around…Gabriella.

His ocean-blue eyes grew wide as he suddenly remembered everything. "Holy shit." He whispered.

"Troy, what's wrong? You look pale, like you've seen a ghost or something? Like you saw the bloody ghost of Christmas future." His uncle asked, concerned, putting his hand on Troy's shoulder.

Troy pushed his uncle's hand away and looked at his uncle, his eyes still wide. He then got of bed and ran out to the porch deck. He looked up at the clear blue, cloudless sky, expecting…to see her flying up there with her wings spreading out.

Where did she go? He thought. He then remembered all of last night, how after they made love and dozed off, he woke up again, nearly blinded by a bright light. He remembered going out to investigate, and was stunned and shocked by what he saw. The bright light was coming from Gabriella, actually coming from her birthmark. He remembered clearly how the bright light gleamed around her body, dancing around her fluid like liquid. Then the liquid transformed into a white gown, created a shining, white halo around her head, and formed beautiful white, big wings that grew from her back. He remembered everything clearly now, clear as crystal.

Gabriella transformed into a…angel. And she put some spell or enchantment on me, he thought. The words she said to put him to sleep echoed in his head: "Close thy eyes. Shut thy mouth. Dream of something prettier, more better than this. Hopefully while you rest, you will forget what you see. But always remember that everything is not what it seems." She murmured softly.

"Holy shit! Oh my god! In the fucking name of Jesus Christ, oh my god!!!!" Troy exclaimed, couldn't believe what he saw last night. Gabriella transformed into a goddamn angel! An angel, for crying out! He saw it with his own two eyes, but still he couldn't believe it. It wasn't possible, was it? He always knew Gabriella was like an angel, but he never knew she was actually an angel!!!

"Jackass! Jackass!" Jackie cried, waving her hand in front of him, trying to bring him back to planet earth. "What the hell is wrong with you? You look like a saw a ghost or something?"

Troy slowly turned to his sister, unsure what to say. He could just tell Jackie everything about what he saw last night, about seeing Gabriella change into an angel, expect he couldn't. For one thing, he wasn't even sure if he saw. He wasn't sure if he really saw what he saw, or perhaps was probably dreaming about it. Maybe his mind was playing a trick on him.

His uncle put his hand on his shoulder. Troy slowly turned his gaze away from the sky, and turned back to his uncle. Uncle Felix smiled gently at him, and patted Troy's shoulder. "Come on, Sport. It's almost noon and you haven't had any food in your stomach. Brush your teeth, get dress, and meet us downstairs for lunch." He said.

Troy only nodded his head. His uncle and sister went inside the house, leaving him alone on the porch deck. Troy turned back to the sky, hoping to find Gabriella probably flying in the sky, but only saw the clear-blue sky.

He sighed, as he turned away from the sky and walked back inside. He grabbed a towel and went into the bathroom. Alone in the bathroom, he squeezed some toothpaste on his toothbrush and slowly brushed his teeth, while gathering his thoughts.

He was trying to come up with a perfectly, good explanation for what he saw last night. But he came up with none.

Troy frowned at his reflection and spat out a wad of toothpaste into the sink. He then rinsed his teeth, and gurgled some mouthwash. Next got into the shower, turned on the water, and just stood in the water, letting it soak him.

Fifteen minutes later, he turned off the water, grabbed the towel and wrapped it around his waist, and went back to his room. He combed out his hair and left it in its usual shaggy, mop-top style. He put on his red plaid boxers and a gray wife-beater, and changed into a black polo, black denim jeans, and black high-top sneakers. (A/N: The clothes Troy wore in Bet on it) He looked at his reflection and let out a breath he realized he was holding in for too long, silently ordering himself not too think about last night.

Troy then sucked in his breath, and brought his backpack and sketchbook downstairs with him into the kitchen. He took a seat at the kitchen table, and looked around to distract himself from thinking. He saw his uncle, who was dressed in his casual clothes but Troy could tell he was preparing for another day of work at the vineyard, finishing making lunch. He looked up at the staircase and saw his older sister, Jackie, who was dressed in a red tube top that was also ridiculously short like her bright pink one and showed off her entire belly, black denim booty shorts, and red wedge sandals, coming down the stairs. He saw that she was even wearing a matching red bandana that was tied around her hair.

"So, what is it with you and bandanas? Having another horribly bad hair day?" Troy asked her as she took a seat across from him at the table.

"Ignoring you." She simply answered, adjusting her bandana.

Troy rolled his eyes, and returned his gaze at the staircase. When he saw who was coming down, his blue eyes grew wide, surprised. It was Gabriella. She looked perfect and beautifully gorgeous as usual, skipping down the stairs, dressed in a white spilt-neck tank top, bleach blue frayed skirt with pleated hem, and white lace-up wedge espadrilles. Her deep, raven-black hair was styled in its natural loose, wavy curls and was bouncing off her shoulders as she skipped down a step.

Troy's eyes followed her every move as she took a seat next to him at the table. He noticed she was avoiding his eyes; she was playing with a strand of her black hair.

"That's a really cute skirt." Jackie said.

"Thanks." Gabriella smiled at her. Before she answered Jackie, she was lost in her thoughts while playing with her hair.

Troy cleared his throat to get their attention. Once he got it, he said, not looking Gabriella in the eye "So Gabriella, what have you been up to all morning?"

Gabriella shrugged her shoulders and said "Just stuff."

"Just stuff my ass," Jackie said, and then turned to Troy. "Gabriella had a meeting with a recording company this morning. And she took me with her to the record company. The manger there was so cool and nice, and gave us a tour around there. We even took a couple of pictures. Gabi got to recorded not only one, but four of her amazing songs in the recording studio," She then turned to her uncle and added excitedly "The manger said that Gabriella is a pure, natural talent. And he loves her songs, saying they'll be top of the music charts in less than a week. And the best part was we got to pick the singers for the songs-and we actually met them. And also took pictures with them." She let out an excited squeal.

"Really? What are the names of the songs? Who are the singers you picked?" Uncle Felix asked as he flipped the burgers onto a plate and placed them on the table, with the ketchup and mustard.

"Well, my first song is The Climb. And we actually got Miley Cyrus to sing the song. When she heard the song, she though it was incredible and awesome. She also said that she loves it, and thinks I'm really talented." Gabriella said.

"She said that she plans to use the song in a C.D soundtrack for her new movie, Hannah Montana the movie." Jackie added.

"For the next song, we got the Jonas Brothers to sing it. The song's called Paranoid, and they loved it." Gabriella said next.

"I actually got to take pictures with the Jonas Brothers! I got to talk to them, shake their hands, and saw them recorded a song. Joe even said that he thinks I'm cute," Jackie said, sighing dreamily. "He leaned over to me and whispered 'Has anyone ever told you that you're a very pretty girl.' "

"Then there's probably a good explanation for that. The guy's probably on crack." Troy said, taking a bite of his burger.

Jackie scowled at him and gave him the screw-you-finger.

"Anyway for the other two songs, we actually got Natasha Bedingfield and Beyonce. All the songs are going to hit the radio airwaves next week. I'm so excited." Gabriella said.

"You should be." Jackie told Gabriella, turning to her and smiled. "Everyone loves your songs. And you got paid $600.00 for each song, plus an extra $100.00 tip." She turned to Troy, expecting him to be happy for Gabriella, but was surprised to see that he was wearing a grim expression and looked less than ecstatic about it.

"Yeah, that sounds awesome. Great. I'm so happy for you, Gabriella." Troy said, sounding though like it was the most boring thing he ever heard.

He could tell Gabriella's smile dropped, and he intensely felt bad. He knew he hurt her feelings, and he felt bad about that. He didn't mean to, but couldn't help it. Right now, he didn't know what to think.

"Thanks Troy." Gabriella said, fidgeting with her skirt, sounding hurt.

Jackie and their uncle looked at Gabriella sympathetically, and turned to Troy, frowning at him. Jackie even stomped on his right foot hard.

All throughout lunch, both Jackie and Uncle Felix noticed tension between Troy and Gabriella. Anytime Gabriella would talk to him, Troy would cut off her off or basically ignore her. And he was basically acting like a major cold jerk to her. Gabriella looked hurt.

When lunch was over, Uncle Felix cleared the table and put the plates in the dishwasher. Jackie stood up, knowing something that will cheer Gabriella up, girl time.

"Hey Gabi, let's go out. We need some major girl-time." Jackie told her.

Gabriella looked up at her, and at lease smiled a small smile. "What do you have in mind?"

"Girl time. I'm going to show you everything in LA. From the sights to the shops and boutiques. I even invited my best friend, Jenny, to join us. She's meeting us at my favorite store, Red Balls. It's a cool thrift shop." Jackie said.

"Okay, sounds good." Gabriella smiled a bit more.

"Great," Jackie handed Gabriella her car keys. "Just do me one small favor. Start up the car for me. It's the red convertible. I'll meet you out there in a few seconds."

"Okay," Gabriella said, standing up from her seat. She grabbed the car keys and her purse. "Bye Uncle Felix." She said to the uncle. She turned to Troy and bent down, so she could give him a kiss. But Troy turned his head away from her. She turned her cheek to him, hoping he would at lease kiss that, but still he stubbornly turned his head away from her, like he was disgusted by her. She sighed while standing back up, her smile dropping a bit. "Bye Troy."

"Bye Gabriella." He said, not looking her in the eye; his voice sounded extremely cool.

Gabriella sighed, and then went outside to wait in the car for Jackie.

Jackie waved goodbye to her, smiling. But slowly, she turned to Troy, and scowled at him while smacking the back of his head extremely hard.

"Ow! Jackie dammit! What the fuck was that for?!" Troy hissed.

"For being the jackass jerk you are!" Jackie exclaimed. "Why the hell are you being so mean to Gabriella!?"

Troy only looked down, and didn't say a single word. Jackie became even more frustrated, and smacked him even harder.

Troy turned around to her, stood up, and without saying a single word, slapped her. Jackie gasped as she held her slapped cheek. She scowled at her brother and shoved him hard with all her might, pushing him down the ground.

Troy looked at his sister, shocked. But before he could talk back to her, Jackie held up her hand, silencing him and said "You're such a jerk! And I got new flash for you-if you keep it up with your jackass jerk behavior and take it out on poor Gabi, I can tell you right now that you're going to lose her. She loves you, Troy. As much as you love her. In fact, maybe even ten times more. I don't know what the hell is up with you and why you're acting like such a jackass or why you're being a jerk to a sweet girl like Gabriella, but whatever the damn reason is-get over it!!! Besides, not only are you are hurting a girl who you said you loved more than anything, you're also hurting herself."

And with that, Jackie grabbed her purse and turned her back on Troy, looking disgusted by him. She left the house with a slam on the door.

Troy watched his sister leaving and he stayed on the floor, his expression shocked. He thought about what Jackie said, the way he acted toward Gabriella, and how he was being a major jerk to her. He groaned as he lay back on the hard, wooden floor, slapping himself mentally and physically.

'For god's sake, Bolton' said the voiced in his head, 'What the hell is wrong with you?! She's Gabriella. The same Gabriella who you've been in love with since practically forever. The girl you've been dreaming about constantly about since you were eight. The girl who's the most beautiful, kindest, sweetest girl in the entire world, the entire universe. She's smart, cool, flawless, and intoxicatingly gorgeous…like an angel.

Angel. The very word made Troy's eyes popped wide.

'Okay, okay, okay. Yes, the girl may be a…angel. And yes, what you saw last night was too bizarre to even believe. But she's still Gabriella and you love her like crazy. You'd even give your own life for her. Okay yes, what happened last night after you two had sex was absolutely bizarre. But does that mean you have to act like such an idiot and a jerk to her?! Besides, don't forget. You've always said that the girl is an angel'

Troy sucked in his breath, slapping his forehead again. I know, he thought. Gabriella is an angel, no doubt. But when I said she's an angel, I meant like a person who is beautiful and act kind like an angel. Not an actually angel with a halo and wings, who lives in heaven.

'But does that matter?' The voice in his head asked him 'She's still Gabriella and you love her as much as she loves you. Don't act like an idiot just because of…a very big surprise.'

Uncle Felix leaned over to him and said "Sport, if you plan to stay home all day and lay somewhere, may I suggest that you lay somewhere more comfortable."

"Oh yeah. Thanks." Troy said automatically, as his uncle helped him u. His mind, however, was somewhere else.

Felix patted Troy's back and said, with a knowingly smile "You know Jacelquine is right, Troy. Gabriella is a sweet girl. And if you keep acting like a jerk to her, you might lose her."

Troy nodded, while gathering his thoughts. He was wondering now what he was going to do about Gabriella. He knew acting cold to her won't help, but how the hell should a guy react when he finds out his fiancé is an angel?!

Meanwhile with Gabriella, she and Jackie were cruising around LA in Jackie's cool, red glossy BMW convertible, singing along with the radio and taking pictures of the sights. Jackie rode the car to the shop, Red Balls, where they met up with Jennifer 'Jenny' Stantos, Jackie's old classmate and BFF. When Jackie and Jenny saw each other, they squealed as they ran over to each other and gave each other a big ole' hug, acting as is they haven't seen each other forever.

Seeing them reunite brought a smile to Gabriella's face. It reminded her too much of her and Sharpay and with Vanessa, how instantly close they are.

When Jenny and Jackie finally pulled back from their hug, Jackie introduced Jenny and Gabriella to each other. Jenny and Gabriella exchanged friendly hellos with smiled as they shook hands. Then after they got to know each other, all three girls went inside the store, chatting happily, ready to shop.

While Jackie and Jenny were flirting with cute check-out guys, Gabriella was trying on some clothes in the dressing room. The first outfit she tried on was a black tank top with a big dark blue rose by the left corner and dark denim boot-leg jeans with studded black belt. Gabriella looked at her in the mirror, studying the outfit more closely. Finally she nodded her head with a smile, deciding to buy it.

As she changed into more outfits, her phone was ringing in her purse. She took out her phone and checked the caller ID, seeing Sharpay was calling her. "Hello?" She answered.

"Hey Gabi. I was just calling to see how you're doing. New York is so boring for me without my best friend around." Sharpay answered.

"Hey Shar. LA is really cool. Troy's uncle Felix is really fun. And his house is absolutely amazing. Expect…we kind of had a little problem. It's involves me and Troy." She replied.

"What?! What's wrong? What's happened? Did Troy hurt you? Don't tell me he called off the wedding?! I swear to God if he did, I will go down there, hunt him down like a rabbit dog-" Sharpay said, panicking yet being overdramatic.

"Sharpay, come down! He didn't call off the wedding. It's still on. But…there is some tension between Troy and I." Gabriella said, cutting her off.

Sharpay sighed relief. "Thank God. Okay. Well, what's going on between you and Troy?" She asked Gabriella.

Before Gabriella could answer, she went outside the dressing room and saw it was empty and she was alone. She went back into her changing room and locked it. "Okay, listen are you alone right now?"

"Yeah, I'm alone. I'm in my room right now." Sharpay said.

Gabriella took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "Okay," She said. "Well…Troy found out about my secret."

"Secret?" Sharpay repeated, confused. "What secret?"

Gabriella took a deep breath, closing her eyes and banged her head softly against the wall. "Sharpay, you know what I mean. My secret, my angelic secret."

She could picture Sharpay's eyes growing wide and her mouth dropping wide. "OH MY GOD!!! Oh damn! Oh crap!" Sharpay exclaimed. "Oh my great holy shit!!! Holy shit! Oh my Jesus Fucking Christ!"

Gabriella closed her eyes again and softly banged her head against the wall. It was the no surprised that Sharpay would react like this. Sharpay is the only person who knows Gabriella's secret. When you compare Sharpay's reaction when she found out that Gabriella is really an angel to Troy's, Troy handled the shock more calmly. Sharpay found out about Gabriella's secret when they were eleven, and she fainted and was knocked out for three days and was in shock for three whole weeks. But when she got out from shock, she promised Gabriella that she'll keep her secret. No one else, but Sharpay knows that Gabriella is an actually angel.

"Yeah," Gabriella mumbled. She then explained everything to Sharpay, telling her every detail from beginning to end.

"Oh my god!" Sharpay said minutes later when Gabriella was done explaining. There was a long moment of silence until she spoke again, sounding angry. "I can't believe Troy was acting like such a jerk to you."

"I know," Gabriella sighed, sliding to the ground, bringing her knees up and wrapped her right arm around them. She softly banged her head against the wall and sighed again. "But I can't really blame him. I mean, he saw me transform with his own eyes. When a guy learns that his fiancé is an actually angel, you can't expect him the next day to walk around, whistling show tunes, acting like nothing ever happened. Unfortunately you can't."

"Well, he could at lease act a bit better than this. He's acting like a bitch." Sharpay said. There was another pause of silence. "Gabi," Sharpay said, sounding a bit worried. "This doesn't mean that you're going back, right? Please say I'm right! You can't go back."

Gabriella smiled a small yet knowing smile, knowing what Sharpay was talking about. She sighed once more as she looked down and tapped her feet together. "God sent me down here for a purpose-and that is for me to help Troy. I'll be here for as long as he wants and needs me. And when the time comes when he doesn't need me anymore, I'll go back to heaven." She said.

"But can't you just stay here forever?!" Sharpay asked her. "I know this sounds selfish, but you're my best friend and I don't want you to go back. Even if-and I'm not saying there will-be a day someday when Troy doesn't need you anymore, can't God make an expectation and let you stay here on Earth!"

"Unfortunately, it doesn't work like that. I told you this and explain it over and over-I'm an angel, Troy's angel who is here to help him. Once I'm done with my purpose, I have to go back. It's been this way with angels since the beginning of time when heaven was first created. It's been this way for centuries."

Sharpay was bitter about it, but understood it. "Alright, I get it. But I don't like it," She said.

There was another pause of silence until Sharpay spoke again, deciding to change the subject. "Well anyway, guess what? I found the most gorgeous wedding dress at Saks Fifth Avenue. I wish I could send you the picture, because it's too beautiful and you'll look more than spectacular in it. It's white, of course; strapless, adorned with beads. I think the designer is Jennifer or something. It's the perfect princess wedding dress. You'll look like Cinderella at the ball in it."

Gabriella giggled, grateful that Sharpay changed the subject. "Sounds like one beautiful, perfect wedding dress. We, so, have to see it when I get back to New York."

"Totally, it's too gorgeous and it has you written all over it." Sharpay agreed.

The two girls chatted for a few more minutes until Gabriella had to hang up. Gabriella then changed into a few more outfits, put the clothes she was going to buy in a pile, changed back into her regular clothes, and left the dressing room, carrying the clothes she was going to buy.

While a cashier girl with flame red spiky and a nose ring ringed up the clothes and packed them in shopping bags, Gabriella watched as three more cute guys approached Jackie and Jenny, who had the boys eating from the palm of their hands.

She took her six shopping bags and walked over to Jackie and Jenny, "Hey guys. I'm done with my shopping. I'm going to head over to the Borders bookstore across the street." Gabriella said.

"Okay. We can meet at Starbucks. We'll call you." Jenny said, giving Gabriella a quick hug.

"Kay." Gabriella said, and then left the thrift shop. She skipped across the street and went into the Borders bookstore. At the bookstore, Gabriella looked all around, picking up books she was planning to buy. So far she had plenty of books, over a dozen, including a copy of the fourth book of the Twilight saga, Breaking Dawn.

As she bent down to pick up another book called Evernight, a person walked behind her and said "Evernight is a really good book. I would know since I've readied it a few times."

Gabriella got up and turned around to the person, and gasped, surprised, nearly dropping her books. Happiness lit up her eyes and a grin spread across her face. The person was an old friend she hasn't seen in a long time, Angelica 'Angie' St. Clair. Angelica is an absolute gorgeous Asian girl with sleek midnight black hair that is cut short in a cool bob, page-boy hairstyle; creamy, flawless skin; and very dark almond-shape eyes. She was dressed in a shoulder-off, puff-sleeve tee, dark denim skinny jeans, and wedge cork sandals.

Angelica grinned at a surprised Gabriella, spreading out her arms, waiting for a hug. "Hey Gabriella! Or here should I call you by your other name, Anastasia."

"Gabriella is just fine. Hey Angie!" Gabriella said, beaming, as she got up and gave her angelic friend a hug.

Like her, Angelica is also a heavenly angel, who also used to be a guardian to a person who needed help.

"What are you doing here?" Gabriella asked her, though she was happy that Angie was here. The girls finally pulled back from the hug. "You should be back in heaven." She said, lowering her voice, since they were in public.

"I know, but I decided to pay my dearest friend a visit. Come on let's talk over there." Angie grinned, pointing at a table where they could talk in some privacy. The two girls walked over to the table, and took a seat, sitting across from each other.

Gabriella started first, saying "I'm so glad to see you again. I know we saw each other when I was summoned last night, but still it's nice to see you again."

Angie leaned over across the table to give her another hug, sat back on her seat, and said "I know. It's great to see you, too. It feels like we haven't seen each other in years."

"But, how come you're here?" Gabriella asked her.

"Well, while we were waiting for you in heaven, I took a peek down at you….and saw everything that happened between you and that boy, who you were sent down here to help." Angie answered.

"Everything?" Gabriella questioned.

"Everything." Angie nodded.

Gabriella sighed with her smile still in place, but grew a bit smaller. "So you know what's going on with Troy and I?"

Angelica nodded, but Gabriella was surprised that she was frowning. "I also saw what happened between you two at lunch. The nerve of that boy! How could he act so coldly to you?!"

"Well Angelica, in his defense, it's more than shocking when you discover that your fiancé is an angel." Gabriella reminded her.

Angelica leaned back into her seat, crossing her arms and legs, knowing Gabriella had a point. "Still, that doesn't give him a right to act coldly to you. When your friend, Sharpay, found out about your secret, she only fainted for three days and was in shock in three weeks. And she swore that she'll keep your secret. Troy, on the other hand, is acting like a jerk."

Gabriella sighed again, playing with a stand of her black hair. "When God said that Troy will soon find out about my secret, I had no idea that it would be this soon."

"But still Gabriella. You shouldn't put up with a jerk like him. I looked into his soul, seeing the bad things he has done in the past. That boy is nothing, but trouble." Angelica said, and looked at Gabriella, feeling sympathetically for her friend. "Maybe…it's time for you to come back with us."

"You mean up in heaven? Permanently?" Gabriella asked her.

Angelica nodded with a sober expression on her face. "I think it's time for you to come back to heaven. Maybe the time is now. Besides everyone miss you, including our heavenly father, the Lord. And you don't deserve someone is cold to you like that awful Troy 'the no-good troublemaker' Bolton. And you've done all you can for this boy. God will understand why you came back early."

Gabriella looked down at the table, tracing patterns on it with her fingers. She thought about Angie's offer and considered it for a moment. But only for a short moment. Go back to heaven, see all her old angel friends, and see Jesus Christ again. She thought about it, but reminded herself about her family, friends, and Troy, the boy who she loves and is also her fiancée.

Gabriella closed her eyes as she took a deep breath. When she re-opened them again, she looked at Angie, who was watching her closely. She sighed, with a smile slowly spreading across her face, and said "I can't just abandon, Angie. I can't and I refuse to do so. I love Troy and he means everything to me. I know soon I'll have to go, but I don't want to do it now. Even if I'm here for a short while, I want to spend it with him."

Her friend's face was extremely serious and Angie was only quiet as she looked at Gabriella for a moment. Finally, a smile spread across her face. "I understand. And I respect your wishes. My advice for you is to value the time you two have together. And my advice for him is to value the time he has with you. Because as soon as you're gone, his memory of you will fade. Quickly, I assume," She said, sounding like a wise older sister. "After all, the same thing happen when me and Kyle."

Gabriella suddenly felt bad for Angie. Kyle was the name of the boy who Angelica had to look after and help. At first, the two weren't fond of each other, but soon they fell in love. But after spending two years together, Angelica had to leave him-she kissed him goodbye and flew back to heaven. Unfortunately in less than seven months, Kyle moved on and got engaged to another girl, forgetting the love he and Angelica had. That nearly killed Angelica.

Gabriella reached out and held Angie's hand. "Ang, I'm so, so sorry."
She said, sympathetically.

Angelica put on a brave smile with a few tears in her eyes. "I know, but I can't really blame him. After all, his memory of me quickly faded away. But when I saw him again last July and at CVS store, with his strawberry-blonde haired, skimpy-clothed, tight-skirt wearing fiancé of his, Kyle looked shock when he saw me. I could tell in his eyes when he saw me, he was trying hard to remember how he knew me. I kept my cool, and only smiled at him and mouthed 'Hello Kyle.' Then I walked away. But I could feel his shocked, wide eyes following me as I left," She said. "But that is what happens to mortals and their guardian angels. When the angel is done and gone, the human's memory of them slips away until their completely forgotten." She then eyed Gabriella, seeing her concerned. "I doubt that the boy will quickly forget about you when you're gone. But there is no doubt that his memory of you will fade away, slowly I presume."

Gabriella still wasn't satisfied, and worried even a bit more. Would the same thing with Angelica and Kyle happen to her and Troy? Would he quickly forget about her, and move on? Gabriella didn't want to think about that now.

She sighed again and took a deep breath. She looked up at her friend and said "I think tonight I'll finally tell Troy everything. It's time he knows about me, about everything."

Angelica nodded, with a smile. "If that is what you wish, hen I respect your wishes. But please take my advice and pass it on to Troy-value the time you two have together. Because you'd be amazed how short time is."

Gabriella nodded. Soon Angelica had to go back-she hugged Gabriella goodbye and vanish in a flash. Gabriella got a text from Jenny, saying that she and Jenny are done shopping and are at Starbucks, waiting for her. Gabriella purchased the books, left Border, and walked over to Starbucks. When she reached the coffee café, she spotted Jackie and Jenny sitting at a stool table by the window.

"Hey guys." She greeted them as she took a seat. But she saw Jackie covering her face with her hands and laid her head on the table and Jenny rubbing her back, trying to comfort her. "Oh Jackie. What happened?"

Jackie mumbled something, but Gabriella couldn't understand what she was saying, since she was crying her eyes out. So Gabriella asked Jenny what's wrong with her.

"You're never going to believe this. Jackie got dumped! By her boyfriend, Pete. Apparently he claimed he got bored with her and claimed the heat between them died. He dumped her by a stupid text message." Jenny informed her, while trying to comfort her best friend.

"Oh Jackie. I'm sorry. He doesn't deserve you." Gabriella said to Jackie, rubbing her back.

"That's exactly what I told her," Jenny added. "Oh, but that's not all. Five minutes after that, her other boyfriend Daemon dumped her on the phone, saying he has his eyes on someone else."

"Oh Jackie," Gabriella said, sympathetically. "Those jerks don't deserve you. How about I get us some drinks?"

"Okay, thanks. Jackie and I will have vanilla ice lattes. And maybe a plate of brownies." Jenny said.

"Okay." Gabriella got up and walked over to the cashier. "Hi, I'll have two medium vanilla ice lattes. One medium white chocolate mocha. And a plate of brownies."

Ten minutes later, Gabriella returned to the table with the drinks and brownies. She handed Jackie and Jenny their vanilla lattes, and took a sip of her white chocolate mocha.

Jackie finally sat up straight, and wiped away her tears. She looked at her reflection in the window, seeing her mascara was running down her cheeks and her makeup completely ruined. "Look at me. I look like crap. Fucking-ass, just-got-dumped-twice, crap." She said.

Jenny patted her best friend's back and told her "Come on Jacks. Don't act so glum. You don't deserve those two jerks anyway. Now freshen up, drink your ice latte, and have a brownie."

Jackie nodded and did as she was told. She re-did her makeup, straighten herself up, but was still glum as she took nibbles of her brownie and took small sips of her latte.

"Look at the bright side, Jackie. You still have Sean." Gabriella reminded her.

Jenny shot her a grateful look, and added "Yeah, and Sean is a really great guy. He's cool, got a hot bod, good-looking, and he is one hot mechanic. And an added bonus, he's faithful to you."

Jackie merely nodded, and took another nipple of her brownie. She sighed as she put down her brownie and latte. "Jenny? Gabriella? Do you want to know what makes me sick to my stomach? Something that makes me feel like vomiting?" She asked them, using a serious tone.

"What?' They asked her.

"You guys are right about Sean. He's a great guy and he's faithful to me. He's nothing, but a great and faithful boyfriend. And I'm nothing, but a cheating slutty whore of a girlfriend."

"Jackie, shut your mouth. You know that isn't true." Jenny said.

"But it is. While Sean stayed here and I went to Harvard, I hooked-up with guys. A whole bunch of guys who only wanted one thing from me-and that's sex. And I, as the dumb whore I am, gave it to them. A lot of them. It makes me wanna vomit even thinking about it." Jackie confessed, with tears in her eyes that were ready to fall, regretting the awful choices she made in the past.

Gabriella patted Jackie's right shoulder, and said in a gentle tone "So you made mistakes. Everyone makes mistakes, Jackie. It's human mature."

"Hon, you have to tell Sean. You know it's the right thing to do. He'll get mad, no doubt, but I'm sure he'll understand." Jenny assured Jackie.

Jackie looked back and forth at Gabriella's and Jenny's assuring faces, slowly her lips curved up into a weak smile. "Thanks guys. And you're right-I have to tell Sean the truth. I owe him that much." She mumbled. The three of them shared a group hug, tapped their lattes together, and made a toast.

Meanwhile with Troy, he was helping his uncle out with the vineyard and sampled some wine. After that, he got into his truck and took a drive around LA. He went to Walgreens where he bought two new sketchbooks, since his old is almost filled with drawings. He went to a café where he got a snack and coffee. He was now at the beach, where he was sitting under a shady tree and stared out into the ocean. He played songs on his iPod nano while sketching in his sketchbook, not really looking or even knowing what he was drawing, his mind miles away.

When he finally came back to reality, he looked down at his book. He drew a sketch of Gabriella as she transformed into an angel. Troy groaned frustrated as he shut his book. He slumped behind the tree he was leaning against and lifted his knees up.

"You have to talk to her, man," said the voice in his head.

Troy sighed, but nodded. He couldn't out this off forever; he had to talk to Gabriella.

Troy got up, wiped the sand off his black pants, and gathered his things. After taking one last look at the ocean, he left the beach and took a long walk around the boardwalk, not really knowing where he was going. Then he bumped into someone, making the person spill his soda on his shirt.

"Oh sorry man." Troy said to the person.

The person turned around to Troy, drying his shirt since thanks to Troy it's soaked with soda. "Thanks a lot, bastard! You made me spill my soda on my brand new shirt." He cried.

Troy was about to tell the guy that he was being a bastard, until he froze, shocked, and saw who the person was. It was Matt Mitchell, Troy's enemy since kindergarten and the biggest, most ignorant jackass at his old school, East High. Matt has always been jealous of him since they met in kindergarten. The only thing the two have in common are their looks; both boys are great-looking and look so much alike that people think they're brothers.

"Bastard leech Bolton." Matt said, throwing his soda to the ground.

"Matt 'the no-good jackass' Mitchell!" Troy said, couldn't believe is luck that he was face-to-face with the royal jackass Matt.

Matt eyed Troy with his surprised, can't-believe-what-I'm-seeing eye. Until suddenly his lips curved into a smirk. "Well, well, well," He said, crossing his arms. "If it isn't Bastard man-whore Bolton. How you're doing? Fucked up any innocent girls lately? I was so sure when you and your Mom moved to New York, that'll be the last I see that sorry face of yours. But apparently I was wrong."

Troy glared at his old childhood enemy, his fists balling up and was more than ready to do a dance on Matt's face. As much as it will give him pleasure punching Matt, he reminded himself that he doesn't have time for Matt's bullshit crap and how he really needed to talk to Gabriella, to hopefully strengthen things out with her.

"Look Mitchell. As much I'd love punching your face in, I really don't need or have time for your bullshit crap." Troy told Matt.

Matt ignored him, and continued talking as he began walking around Troy, circling him. "So Bolton, what the hell are you doing back here? What, did you get kicked out your fancy, shmancy school in New York? Started over a hundred fights like you did at East High? But then again I can't really blame your new school for getting rid of you since you're nothing, but a pathetic, wanna-be of a bad boy, loser."

Troy clenched his teeth and clutched his fist, more tightly, nearly crushing the bones in his hands. He could feel the anger inside him starting up and rising.

"You're the pathetic wanna-be, Mitchell. Trying to start a fight when I don't have the time for it. Goodbye." Troy said, trying to make his exit. But Matt grabbed him by the arm, stopping him. When Troy turned around, he saw the familiar evil smile on Matt's face growing.

"I bet I know why you got kicked out school. My old friend, who goes to the same school you do, called St. Peters, told me everything you did there. That old friend of mine is named Chuck Bass." Matt grinned wickedly.

"Chuck Bass is your friend!?" Troy said. Then again, it made sense. Matt's the devil, Chuck is evil; those two really do make the best of friends.

Matt grinned while nodding. "Yeah, and he told me about a certain fight you got into on your first day of at school. Chuck was saying some remarks about your whore of a sister, Jackie, and then your anger snapped and you beat the crap out of him. But when a girl, who apparently is the school's sweetheart, tried to pull you away, you got even madder and took your anger out on her. You slapped her, shoved her against the locker, and gave her bruised on her wrists. Even said you'd kill the bitch if she gets in your way again," Matt continued, and then shrugged. "But maybe you beat her up for a good reason. Maybe the little slutty bitch deserved it-"

Matt was cut off by Troy, who gave the jerk a super-hard punch in the jaw. Matt rubbed his broken jaw, and spitted out blood and three loose teeth. "Fucking shit, you son-of-a-bitch-" He growled but was cut off yet again when he looked up at Troy.

Troy looked angry. Angry and also looked dangerous. He looked like a mad lion looking into the eyes of his prey.

"Don't you ever dare, on your fucking life, call Gabriella a slutty bitch, you fucking asshole!" Troy growled through his grinded teeth, his anger raging. If someone wants to insult him, fine then. But no one, absolutely no one, ever calls Gabriella- his Brie- that. And if anyone evens tries, he'll beat the shit out their asses.

"Gabriella? As in Gabriella Montez, the smoking hot, brainy senior at your school? That's the chick you beat up? You know Chuck showed me a picture of her, and the girl is fucking sexy. Man, you are more fucked-up than I thought. If I were you, I would have banged her-more than once." Matt then let out a dark laugh. "The girl has to be a totally spaz to actually try to stand up to you when you're angry. A major hot, yet idiotic spaz."

"If anyone is an idiotic spaz, then it's you, you fucking miserable excuse of a decent human being. And don't you ever dare call Gabriella that again!" Troy yelled, as he punched Mark hard in the gut, grabbed his arm and spun him around and around, until finally he pushed Matt to the ground. "Damn you to hell where scum like you belong!" He said to Matt, and started to walk away.

But then Matt grabbed Troy's left ankle and made Troy trip, making him fell flat on his face. When Troy turned around to Matt, an evil grin spread across Matt's face, a familiar evil smile he has seen countless times since they were kids.

"Do me a favor, and tell your hottie slut of a girlfriend that I'd love to hookup with her." Matt said.

The anger inside Troy was reaching its heights and just exploded like a mad volcano. Troy glared at Matt with his eyes icing, and the shade of his eyes becoming dark cobalt blue filled with raging anger. His anger was too much, he could barely speak.

Troy glared down extremely coldly at Matt, his eyes shooting bullets and daggers at him, giving Matt the death glare. He spoke not a single word as he escaped Matt's grip on him, slowly got up from the ground, and glared down at Matt with his anger-raged, dark cobalt blue, icy-cold eyes. For a moment that's all he did, looking down at Matt.

"Well, well, well. What do you know? Looks like I have the last saying-" Matt began to say, but was cut off when Troy suddenly grabbed his throat and pulled him up, choking him.

Matt tried to call out for help, but couldn't, because of the tightness of Troy's grip, which got tighter and tighter by the second "Bolton….this…isn't funny. I-I can't…breath." He managed to say, while being suffocated.

Troy, surprisingly, started to smirk as he held Matt up higher and tightened his grip around Matt's neck, squeezing it even harder by each second. He couldn't explain why, but he was enjoying this. He was enjoying seeing Matt in pain, enjoying more than he should. It made him feel powerful. "Don't this beat all, jackass." He said to Matt, who was only suffocating. That made Troy smile evilly even more.

"Troy, what the hell are you doing?!" yelled a voice.

That yelling voice sounded familiar. Troy turned his head, without losing his grip on Matt, and saw a crowd beginning to surround him. Among the crowd were Jackie, her best friend, Jenny, and Gabriella, his Brie, who looked shocked by what she was seeing and worried, worried about him.

"Troy, what the fucking hell do you think you're doing? You're going to kill him?!" Jackie yelled.

"Someone call 9-1-1! Or the police!" someone else yelled.

"You wanna know what I'm doing, big sis. I'll tell you what I'm doing, I'm giving this fucking son-of-a-bitch, bastard what he deserves-a one way ticket to hell where he belongs." Troy yelled.

"Someone call the police. This young man is crazy!" someone shouted.

While craziness and chaos was going around, Gabriella only stood still as she witnessed what was going on. The ravenette beauty knew how bad Troy's anger can get, but she had no idea it would go this far. She couldn't believe what she was seeing-Troy was killing someone. She had to stop this.

Gabriella ran to Troy, without thinking about it, and tried to prey Troy's hands away from Matt's neck. "Troy, stop! You're going to kill him!" She cried.

Troy turned to Gabriella, his raging dark blue eyes sent a chill down her spine. A déjà vu spell was casting upon her. This reminded her too much of…the day of the incident at school, when Troy nearly killed Chuck with his punches, and she tried to pull him back. And he took his rage out on her. This moment seemed too much like an incident one. Expect this time Troy was choking someone with his bare hands, but his anger was madder than ever.

"Stay out of my damn way!" Troy growled at Gabriella, giving her a hard shove with his free right hand.

Gabriella wasn't about to give up that easily. She ran back to Troy, cupped his face with her hands, making him look at her. "Don't do something you know you're going to regret. Please Troy, don't do it. Please!" Gabriella pleaded in her most gentle voice.

Time seemed to go slow; the voices of people who were shouting faded away. The only thing he could hear was Matt choking. And Gabriella pleading.

Troy looked into her pleading brown eyes, and ever so slowly, he released his grip on Matt's throat, and dropped Matt on the floor.

Matt caught his breath, taking gulps of air while coughing a bit, as he scrambled away from Troy. He could feel drips of liquid dripping down the back of his throat. When he touched his neck, and brought back his hand, he looked at his hand with shock-filled eyes. It was blood.

Troy watched Matt, seeing the blood, and looked down at his own hands. Matt's own blood was stained on his hands, the red liquid dripping.

Everyone saw the blood and stood still, shocked. Jenny and Jackie turned to each other and exchanged shocked looks. "Jacks, your brother is a …." Jenny began to say, unsure what to call Troy.

"A jackass?! A bastard?! Or how about psycho path?!" Jackie suggested.

Matt saw the blood on Troy's hands. He jerked his finger at Troy, and said, practically yelling "Expect a call from my lawyer, bum!!! And the police at your doorstep, waiting to arrest you for charge of assault!"

Troy looked around him, seeing people backing away, looking terrified of him. He turned to his sister, seeing even she was terrified. He looked at Gabriella, watching her place her hands over her mouth and backing away from him with a shock expression on her face.

No, he thought. NO! Troy looked around him and felt suffocated, and also heavy-weights of guilt piling op on his shoulders. He had to run, he had to run away-and that's what he did. He ran as fast as he could, away from all the screaming and jumped into his truck. He started up the engine and drove as fast as he could, driving far away.

Gabriella tried to run after him, but stopped herself. She could tell Troy needed to be alone. She stood still as she entwined her hands together and watched as Troy drove away.

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Troy drove and drove until he couldn't drive anymore-or at lease until his arms got tired. It was starting to get dark and late. Troy wasn't sure where he drove to, but saw a huge white locked gate in front of him. He knew now he was at a graveyard cemetery, the same one where they buried his dad.

The air was starting to get a bit cold and there was a bit of fog. Toy grabbed his black hoodie and put it on, and got out the truck. He walked to the locked gate, noticing the big lock. If he couldn't walk in, then he'd have to climb up.

Troy got a good grip on the pole, and began to climb. As soon as he reached the top, he jumped down, and somehow landed perfectly on his feet, without hurting himself. He dusted off his clothes, put his hood over his head, and began to walk around. Being in the cemetery reminded him too much of the Michael Jackson Thriller music video, when Michael and his girlfriend walked pass a cemetery, zombies started to raise from their grave.

Troy kept walking around until he finally founded his dad's grave. He sat down in front of the grave that readied:

'Jackson Alexander Bolton

Beloved father, husband, son, brother, and friend.'

On the right side was a picture of Jack smiling.

"Hey Dad," Troy said to his dad's grave. 'It's been a long time since I've visited you. Five years to be exact. I bet you're having the time of your life up in heaven. Mom and I miss you like crazy. Even Jackie." Troy then sighed as he looked into his dad's smiling face. "I screwed up, Dad. Big time. I almost…strangled someone to death. It was that annoying lowlife, Matt Mitchell. He was talking trash to me, my anger just snapped, and…I don't know I just wanted to make him to eat his words. But because I wanted him to eat his words and what I did to him, I end up being known as a killer who nearly strangled Mitchell to death."

Troy sighed again as he brushed his hair out from his eyes, and continued "Everyone saw the blood on my hands when I finally let go of that bastard's neck. And they were all terrified, including Jackie and Jenny. And even Gabriella, who I never wanted in a million years to scare. She looked at me like…I was a monster. Oh, and in other bad news, Mitchell said he might sue. I know I really, badly screwed up this time, and I just don't know what to do. I wish…you were alive so I can talk to you."

Troy stayed at the cemetery longer than he thought; three hours to be exact. After promising his dad that he would come back to visit him again, Troy got back into his truck and left the cemetery. But he couldn't go home just yet. He first stopped at a drugstore, where he bought two packs of Merit Ultra Light cigarettes and a new pack of lighters. He smoked over a dozen on his way home.

When he reached home, he saw his sister's red convertible parked in front of the house and all the lights were off. Troy killed the engine and tiptoed quickly into the dark house, closing and locking the door, trying not to make a sound.

Suddenly the lights were turned on, and someone said "Hello Troy. Nice of you to finally walk in."

Troy froze, and then slowly turned around, seeing his uncle Felix sitting cross-legged at his chair, with his arms firmly folded against his chest, with a fierce expression on his face, and his blue eyes icy and shooting daggers at Troy.

Shit, Troy thought. "Um…hey Uncle Phil. I know I broke curfew, and I'm late-"

"An hour and thirty minutes to be exact." His uncle said, cutting him off. "But that's not why I'm mad. Do you want to know why mad, Troy?"

Shit, does he know what happened between me and Mitchell? I bet big-mouth Jackie spilled the beans, Troy thought. "Um…sure." He answered.

"I already know what happened between you and Matthew Mitchell." His uncle said, as if he was reading Troy's mind, and was trying to sound calm. "Jacqueline didn't tell me. She didn't have to since…it was the breaking news on the noon 7 news!!!!" Ice flashed in his eyes, and then his uncle shot up from his seat, looking like he was about to explode. He pointed his finger at Troy and literally yelled "IN THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST, WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WERE YOU THINKING TROY!!!!!!!!!??? You literally killed the boy? Do you know after you ran away, that Matthew boy came over here with his lawyer, threatening to take this matter to court and sue you for one million dollars for charge of assault?!!!!!!!"

"What?" He exclaimed, shocked and couldn't believe it. Color drain from his face. Matt did say that he'd sue, but Troy never thought that he was serious.

Just then Jackie came downstairs, dressed in her pale blue bed robe, with a pained expression on her face, looking like she did something that she regrets. When she saw Troy, her eyes turned cold as ice. She crossed her arms and said "Well look who's here? The jackass who was just sued for charge of assault. Well I hope you're real happy."

"Why the hell should I be happy now? What the fuck is there to be happy about?" Troy said.

His uncle walked over to Jackie, and patted her shoulder and exchanged a look with her, like he knew what she has done. He said to Troy "You should be thanking your lucky stars now. Your sister was able to convince Matthew to drop the charges."

"What?" Troy said, even more shocked. He turned to his sister. "Jackie, are you serious? You were able to convince him to drop the charges? But how?"

Jackie nodded yes to the first two questions, but reminded silent and refused to answer the third one. Troy noticed she was avoiding his eyes and had shame written all over her face like she had to do the most drastic thing so Mitchell could drop the charges and now regrets doing it.

Something so drastic like…sleeping with the guy.

Troy's eyes grew wide and looked at his shame sister, eyeing her pale blue bed robe and messy blonde hair, figuring out the mystery. Jackie actually slept with guy!!! "You….slept with him?!" He yelled at his sister, demanding an answer. Jackie was avoiding his eyes, and he looked at his older sister in disgust. "You…You fucking-ass bitchy whore!!!!!Those perverted guys are right about you; you're nothing, but a whore! The biggest, sluttiest whore to ever live! I swear to God you make Paris Hilton look like the goddamn Virgin Mary. I can't believe you actually slept with that low-life bastard Mitchell. Tell me, Jackie, if I had to go to court, would you sleep with the jury so I wouldn't have to go to jail?!"

"Shut the fuck up, you fucking ungrateful bastard!" Jackie exploded. She was pissed. Actually more than pissed; she was damn-ass furious. She knew what she done was the most unbelievable, sluttiest thing she has ever done, but it was only way to keep Troy from possibly going to jail. He should at lease be grateful for that. "You be damn-right grateful for that I didn't just let him sue your ass! I only slept with him so you wouldn't be put in jail. Do you honestly think I actually have sex with him, if I didn't have to?!" Tears were threatening to pour from her eyes, and she furiously blinked the away. "I did it so my little brother wouldn't end up wearing prison stripes at the chamber. Besides I knew he always had a huge crush on me, and he said so himself that he wouldn't press charges if I gave him a little something, something in return AKA meaning sex. I did that for you, you ungrateful a-hole, so your welcome."

Jackie then turned around and went upstairs to her room, with betrayal tears running down her cheeks.

Uncle Felix turned to Troy, his face bright red with anger. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, which was nearly impossible, and scowled at Troy. "Look, I'm not proud what Jacqueline did, but I'm at lease grateful she was able to convince Matthew Mitchell to drop the charges, even though what she did was wrong. You should be at lease grateful you have a sister who cares so much about you to do something like that," He shook his head in disappointment. "I've never been so disappointed in you, Troy. I've called your mother, and she was absolutely shocked by what I told her and said she can't wait to ground you. 'For the next five months you're under serious house-arrest' She said. And you're going to be seeing an anger-management therapist for the next seven months and going to anger-management classes until you graduate and leave for collage. You're lucky you're not going to a lock-down mental house. And you're grounded tomorrow until noon. You're lucky it's your birthday tomorrow or else I'd ground you till your visit is over."

Troy scowled at him, but didn't say word to his uncle. He walked into the kitchen, and reheated three burgers from the cookout. Then he ran up to his room, shutting the door with a slam.

Troy paced around the his room, munching his burger without tasting it, pissed off like hell, and wanted so badly to punch something. He walked over to his punching bag and gave it a punch so hard that it flew all the way to his closet.

He groaned frustrated as he grabbed his plate of burgers and went out to the porch deck. He wasn't really hunger, so he just lit up a cigarette. He needed to go somewhere where he could think, and he knew just the place.

Minutes later, Troy was sitting outside his tree house, sitting above a beautiful garden. He hasn't been at this place in years. It's been his favorite place to think since he was a kid. He and Jackie used to play out at the garden for hours. The garden was like a mini meadow, surrounded by beautiful flowers, soft green grass, and has a pond. The tree house and garden were the perfect place for him to think.

Troy looked up at the dark sky, it's midnight color reminded him too much of Gabriella's black hair. The full moon was glowing, looking down at Troy, and it's reflection shining in the pond's water. Troy let out a sigh as he thought about Gabriella. He hasn't seen her since the incident at the broad walk. He knew he was a jerk to her, and scared her to death by his shocking performance at the broad walk. He needed to talk to her, to try to work things out. Expect he wasn't sure if she did want to talk to him, and even if she did, he didn't know where to begin.

He sighed and took a bite of his burger and a puff of his cigarette, his mind lost in his thoughts.

"It's a nice night, isn't it?" said a voice.

Troy recognized that angelic, melody-like voice anywhere. He quickly turned around, and saw Gabriella standing in the darkness inside the tree house, looking out the window. She was wearing a plum purple, spaghetti-strapped dress with the flowing hem above her knees and a crochet bodice; her sleek darkened raven-black ringlet wavy curls were cascading down like a sleek black waterfall; her features beautifully flawless with perfect grace and loveliness. (The purple dress she wore in Walk Away from HSM3. The picture is in profile)

Gabriella continued to look out the window, with her back turned to Troy, watching the dark night sky. Troy turned more to her, couldn't help but watch her a bit longer. She looked so pretty as she just looked up at the sky. Actually more than just pretty, she looked beautiful. She looked gorgeous. Perfectly and simply gorgeously beautiful…like an angel.

Finally when Troy founded his voice, he said "How long have you been up here?"

"Awhile." She simply answered, still looking out the window.

Troy stood up and walked inside the tree house and took a few steps toward Gabriella, standing a few inches behind her. He reached out and touched her arm, slowly making her turn to him.

Gabriella was silent as she looked at Troy, entwining her hands together. "Hello Troy." She murmured, looking down at the ground while rocking her hands slowly back and forth.

"Hi Gabriella." He mumbled back to her. Both didn't know what to say to each other, making the moment very awkward.

Gabriella peeked up at Troy, seeing the burning cigarette in his mouth, watching him for a moment as he inhaled it and filled his lungs with smoke. She took a step forward to him, and slowly pulled the cigarette from his mouth. "You're too cute to smoke. And it's bad for your poor lungs." She told him while giving him back his cigarette, placing it in his hand.

Since Gabriella wasn't wearing any shoes and was barefooted, Troy threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped it with his sneaker. He looked at Gabriella, and the two shared a long, yet longing gaze.

"We need to talk." Troy told her. Gabriella nodded, and they both sat down on a blew-up air mattress that was inside the tree house. Troy looked at Gabriella, watching her as she played with the hem of her dress. He looked back at the ground, and said "So…go now. Say it."

"Say what?" She asked him; she sounded a bit confused.

"You know what I mean Gabriella. You're dying to tell me that I was a major asshole for starting the fight and a huge idiot for nearly killing that jackass. Before you say anything, I want you to know that I already know that I screwed up big-time. But that jerk was talking shit about you, and I wasn't going to let him get away with it-" Troy began to say, but was cut off when Gabriella put her left hand under his chin, making him turn to her, and placed her right finger on his lips, shushing him.

"I already know. I know you did that for me, and I apprentice it. But killing and hurting someone is a sin, even if that person is the devil. So when you ran away, I asked God to forgive your sins, telling him what you did was foolish but you did it out of love," She then softly stroked his hair. "But I will admit what I saw was terrifying. Troy…when I looked into your eyes…it was like I didn't see my Champ anymore, like I couldn't see the Troy I know and love. I know you really, really hate that low-life Mitchell, but you have to remember that you're better than him. So much more better than him. You're more perfect than he can ever hope to be." She then slowly smiled at him, and caressed his cheek. "I can see why he's so jealous of you."

Troy looked into her chocolate brown eyes, seeing the familiar warmness and gentleness in them. He couldn't help, but smile back at her. He cupped Gabriella's face and then held her hands firmly in his. He looked back up at her and said "I'm so sorry I scared you, Gabriella. That's a thing I never wanted to do. When I saw that terrified look on your face and fear in your eyes, I felt like dying. You looked at me like I was a monster. And I'm so sorry about everything. Especially sorry about the way I treated you at lunch. I was being a royal jerk."

"Yeah you kind of were," Gabriella giggled softly. "But I couldn't blame you. You were mad and more than shock by what you saw last night." She then sighed and said softly "You weren't suppose to see that, Troy. But now that the cat's out the bag, I probably should tell you the truth, the complete entire truth."

"Well, it would sure keep my head from spinning." Troy said, trying to making a joke. The two shared a laugh, and then sighed, becoming quiet and trying to be serious. Troy caressed Gabriella's soft hand with his thumb, tracing every line on her hand, and looked into her eyes, seeing he has her full attention. "Gabriella…what happened last night. Was it real? I honestly saw what I saw. Did you really knock me out with a spell?"

Gabriella nodded yes to the first question, and answered "I only did it because I was surprised to see you down there, so I did the spell to put you to sleep. Those who are put under the spell, sleep for over ten hours and wake up, feeling like they haven't slept in a century."

"Oh my god," He breathed, shocked to find out what he saw last night was actually real. He mentally slapped himself to stay focus. Troy returned his gaze to the ravenette beauty in front of him, and continued with his questions "Are you really an angel, Gabriella? Like an actually, spiritual angel from heaven, where all the other angels live and even God himself."

Gabriella nodded yes to that one, too, with a small, soft smile on her face. "Yes Try. I am a real angel, a real spiritual angel from heaven. But I'm a bit more than just an average angel. Do you remember how on your father's deathbed, he told you how God will send you a special someone to help you get through the pain, someone who will be like your own personal angel?"

Troy nodded slowly, a bit confused. He told Gabriella practically everything, but he doesn't remember telling her about what his dad told him before he died. So he wondered how she knew.

"Your father was talking about me, Troy. Both he and God know you were going to need help to get through the pain you were going after your dad's death. And because of your anger problem, God knew you were really going to need help. So God sent me down to help. So I'm more than just angel, I'm a guardian angel, your angel. I'm your own angel, Troy." She said.

"My angel?" The words slipped out of his mouth. When Gabriella nodded, he became even more shocked. He was amazed he didn't faint yet. Again, he mentally slapped himself to stay focus, and thought of another question to ask Gabriella. "You're an angel. So does that mean that you lived earlier and died?"

Gabriella nodded yes and responded "Would you like to hear my story, Troy? It's a bit long, but I'll shorten it."

Troy nodded; a bit eager to hear about Gabriella's other life.

Gabriella pulled her feet up onto the surprisingly comfy blew-up mattress, turning her whole body to Troy, facing him and criss-crossed her legs. She took a deep breath and began to tell her tale. "I was born in December 14, 1328, which were the years of the Middle Ages, given the name Anastasia Crul' Moentz. I wasn't rich like a princess, but was so beautiful and kind to everyone that they all assumed I was a princess, even though I was a just a fair maiden. The town where I lived at had a special nickname for me, Angel. That name was given to me, because of my beauty, grace, and kindness which were compared to an angel. But by 1338, at the age of eighteen, I was stricken with a deadly illness. My dearest friend Angelica St. Clair tried to revive me, but it was too late. Anastasia Crul' Moentz was gone."

"Whoa," Troy said when Gabriella was done telling her story which was short, like she promised. "So what was it like living in the Middle Ages? Was your former life as Anastasia good?"

"The Middle Ages were fairly good. At the time the Victorian times was a popular style. The young and old played checkers, chess, backgammon, and most popular of all, dice. Sports included football, wrestling, swimming, fishing, archery, and a form of tennis played with hand coverings instead of rackets. Angelica and I were experts of archery. Tournaments were organized by lords and princes for their own entertainment and that of their friends, and to show off their wealth. The principal feature was a mock battle between groups of knights from different regions. There were also prizes for different categories of prowess. And dancing and music of course were popular with people of all classes. People of all classes would play musical instruments, peasant houses that have been excavated have been found to contain musical instruments. The style of the clothes we wore is the same in most knight movies, like The Black Knight. The Kings and Queens, Lords and Ladies ruled over the place, and most were snotty and mean, while a few exceptions were quite nice. Those times were okay, expect for the high taxes, the brutal trails that often had someone accused of crime killed before people, and stuck-up princes and princesses who thought they were far more better than anyone else. Because both our parents were killed, Angelica and I grew up together like sisters, looking out for each other and sort of raised each other. Angelica was a year older than me, making her kind of like the big sister. We lived in a small cottage house and worked nonstop since we were kids to pay for the house, clothes, and food. Our beauty and grace and brains were known throughout the village kingdom. Angelica is an Asian, who is also just gorgeous as any girl could hope to be. Our lives in the Middle Ages were fair, but a bit hard." Gabriella explained.

"Is your friend also a guardian angel like you?" Troy questioned. Gabriella nodded, and he let out a low whistle. "But wait, you said your old name was Anastasia, but now it's Gabriella. So why did you change your name?" He asked, curiously, and then quickly added "Not that Gabriella isn't a pretty name, but I was just curious."

Gabriella giggled a bit and answered "When God decided that you were going to need help from an angel and I was going to be your angel, he knew I was going to spend a lot of time with you, so he decided to I'd be reborn again. When I was reborn and the new baby daughter for Nicholas and Maria Montez, my father held me in his arms, softly cradling me, and renamed me again. So now I am Gabriella Antoinette Montez."

"Okay, I guess I sort of understand." Troy then sighed.

"I'm glad. But do you want to know what's confuses me?"

Troy shook his head.

"Troy, you kind of already knew about my secret," Gabriella said, watching Troy's eyes pop wide, obviously shocked, once she said that. "Troy, you really knew about my secret before I even revealed it to you. Your drawings of me as an angel, tracing my birthmark while saying it belongs to an angel like myself, and you always called me your angel. You always call me a dark-haired angel."

"But when I drew those pictures and said that, I meant that you're beautiful and kind of like an angel. I didn't know that you're an actually angel." Troy leaned over to her, and tenderly traced her birthmark, her angel mark. He looked into her eyes, and she smiled at him. "What's it like being an angel?"

She smiled even more at himself as she answered "It's absolutely incredibly wonderful. Being able to serve God is just a wonderful award and being able to help those who are in need of hope is its own reward. And being an angel has its perks. You get to live in the wonderful kingdom in heaven, you're given a beautiful halo, beautiful wings, you got to fly and have powers. You're able to do cool enchantments and spells. Like this," Gabriella sprinkled some imaginary dust onto her right hand, rubbed her hands together and gave them a blow of warm air, and then put down her left hand while balling up her right one. When she slowly released her hand, a beautiful white rose appeared on her palm.

Gabriella touched each white petal of the rose, dedicatedly, before handing the flower to Troy. "White is the color of hope. The color is everywhere in heaven." She informed him.

Troy looked down at the flower, and returned his gaze at Gabriella. He slowly brushed back her jet-black hair and put the flower in it, like a barrette. He caressed her cheek and said "A beautiful flower meant for a beautiful girl."

Gabriella chuckled softly, and continued. "You also get to be carefree, without having to worry about anything else at all. But the best thing about being an angel is that you get to be with God," Gabriella sighed, which sounded sad, and Troy noticed her smile became smaller. "The sad thing though about being a guardian angel is that when you become so in love with the person who you were sent to help and want to be with them forever and forever, that it's too unbearable to leave them when you have to go back."

"What the hell are talking about?!" Troy said, shocked to hear the words that come out of her mouth. "What do you mean when you have to go back?"

Gabriella sighed, playing with the white rose in her hair and then played with the hem on her dress, doing all this while looking down, avoiding Troy's eyes. She knew this was the most touché subject about being a guardian angel=how she has to left when Toy doesn't need her anymore-and she knew Troy to well to know that this is how he was going to act.

Gabriella looked back up at him and explained, sounding sad, "That's the thing about guardian angels. They stayed with their human for a few years, as long as the human needs them. When the person doesn't need them anymore, the angel goes back to heaven. God can tell when the person doesn't need his/her angel anymore, and then he summons the angel back to heaven. Most angels stay with the person for 2-5 years while some very few, like myself, are reborn again to be with their person, who really needs an angel's guidance to keep from making mistakes. Those kind of angels stay with that kind of person, who's kind of like you, for about nineteen years. Twenty at least. But once the person doesn't need them anymore, the angel goes back to heaven, and the person's memory of their angel soon fades away until they're completely forgotten. Often times the person, who forgets about their special bond with the angel, moves on," She then explained to Troy about what happened between her friend, Angelica and Kyle.

As she told him this, Troy looked at her even more shocked than he did before. When Gabriella said how shortly after Angelica left, Kyle moved on and shortly after got engaged to another girl, Troy's eyes popped unbelievably wide that you'd think they were going to fall from their sockets. "That's a bunch of crap!!!!" He exclaimed, shooting up from the mattress, couldn't help feeling a sense o outrage. "That has to be the biggest piece of bullshit crap I've ever heard!"

Gabriella looked at him, silently, stunned by the way he was acting, though his reaction was no shock to her. "I know how you feel Troy, and believe me; I also think it majorly sucks. I wish more than anything I could stay here with you forever. For us to have kids together and raise them, to watch our grandchildren grow up. And us growing old together, having a fairy-tale ever after, spending the rest of our lives together," She said to him. "But I can't. It has been this way with angels for over a dozen centuries. As soon God knows it's time for me to go, he'll summon me back. Your memory of me will slowly slip away until I'm completely forgotten. Once it's forgotten, it will be like I've never existed." She said.

Troy shook his head in disbelief as he felt tears forming in his eyes, refusing to believe this. The tears leaked from his eyes and ran down his cheeks. Finding out Gabriella's an angel: that's something he's trying to handle. But now learning that she'll have to go back to heaven permanently and how he'll soon forget about her, and might possibly move on: that's nothing, but a load of crap that he refuses to believe. He loves Gabriella so much, too much, with all his heart. She's a huge, gigantic part of hi, which is practically all of him, it's more than unbelievable and absolutely unbearable to believe soon she'll have to go back and he'll forget about her and move one, which he doubt will never happen. He refused to believe this, and thought it was nothing, but fucking crap! "That's impossible! That can't happen! I refuse to let it happen! You mean when you're gone, I'll forget about you. That's insane, Gabriella!"

Gabriella just smiled at him sadly, understanding how he felt. "I know, it sucks and too unbelievable to even believe. But sadly it's truth. I'll have to go back soon, and you'll soon forget about me," She said gently, trying not to show her own sadness. "You're only human after all. And memories gradually fade away. I wouldn't be surprised if two months after I felt, you look at a picture of me and ask yourself 'Who is she?' "

Gabriella reached out for Troy's hand and pulled him back, making him sit back down on the air mattress. She rubbed his back, trying to give him comfort. Troy turned to her and saw the same sadness he was feeling in her beautiful brown eyes and her smile, which is usually cheery. "What about you?" He questioned her. "Will you remember me?"

She stroked his hair down to his left cheek, which she caressed, smiling at him with gentleness, but still had some sadness. "If I can remember about my former life as Anastasia and being an angel from my recreation, when I was reborn as a baby, I'm more than certain I'll definitely remember you. Always. After all, Champ; you're one of a kind. You're one of a million. And I promise I'll always watch over you up in heaven."

"But I don't want you to go," Troy told her, pulling her into his arms and held her tightly. He wished he could hold her in his arms forever and never let go of her.

At that very moment, Troy started to have a Twilight moment. He doesn't mind the book series, though he gets tired and sick of hearing girls talk nonstop about Edward Cullen. At that very moment, he felt surprisingly like Bella when Edward tells her that he'll soon go and Bella feels heart-ache, knowing she can't bear without him. In this moment it was like he was guy-version of Bella and Gabriella was the girl-version of Edward. Like Bella, Troy can't bear life without the one he loves and will die of the thought of Gabriella gone.

Troy held Gabriella tighter, cradling her in his arms and rocked her slowly back and forth. He looked down at Gabriella, brushed her hair with his fingertips, and started to sing.

Can you imagine
What would happen
If we could have any dream
I wish this moment
Was ours to own it
And that it would never leavetrue
Cuz he knows that where you are
Is where I should be tooHe sang to her, slowly smiling a small smile.

Then I would thank that star
That made our wish come

Right here
Right now
I'm looking at you
And my heart loves the view
Cuz you mean everything

Right here
I'll promise you somehow
That tomorrow can wait
For some other day to be
But right now
There's you and me

Gabriella looked up at him and pulled back a bit. Troy still held her tightly, wrapping his arms around her waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and started to sing.

If this was forever
What could be better
We already proved it was
But in 2123
Hours abandon the universe
Gonna make you everything
In our whole world change

And you know that where we are
Will never be the same

Right here
Right now
I'm looking at you
And my heart loves the view
Cuz you mean everything

Right here
I'll promise you somehow
That tomorrow can wait
For some other day to be
But right now
There's you and me

Troy then stood up and took Gabriella's hand, pulling her up, too. They looked into each other's eyes as they continued to sing to each other, singing with such power, pouring their love into the song and sang imperfect harmony.

Oh we know it's coming
And it's coming fast
So let's make this second last
Make it lastThe two sang as they held each other's hand and walked around the tree house, goofing around and watching the diamond stars in the night sky.

Right here
Right now
I'm looking at you
And my heart loves the view
Cuz you mean everything

As they sang the last verse, Troy led Gabriella outside the tree house, where they got a better view of the sky. Then they turned to each other, with love-filled eyes and gazed at each other as they sang.

Right here
I'll promise you somehow
That tomorrow can wait
For some other day to be
But right now
There's you and me

Right here
I'll promise you somehow
That tomorrow can wait
For some other day to be
But right now
There's you and me

Troy wrapped his arms tightly around Gabriella's waist and become lost in her warm chocolate pool eyes. He pulled her closer to him, and said in a murmur "I don't want you to go, Gabriella."

Gabriella smiled at him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'll be here for as long as you want and need me."

"I'll always want you. Not only want you, but need you forever." He said back to her.

The young man and ravenette gazed at each other longer and held each other tightly, never wanting this moment to end. Gabriella then pulls Troy close to her as he leaned in toward her, and their lips connected in a passionate kiss, putting them in pure bliss heaven. The kiss was slow and deep, filled with undying passion. Their lips moved in perfect sync, and their tongues were wrestling with each other, doing a dance. They felt those more than wonderful and incredible feelings they have every time they kiss: their knees suddenly becoming weak; the sizzling sparks that were flying like crazy like fireworks on the 4th of July; feeling like they were melting to the ground; the feeling of love they were feeling as they kissed; and the world stopped spinning and everything around them disappeared, and the only thing that mattered was them.

Troy kissed her more deeply and hard, craving for her and wanting more. Gabriella moaned as she deepened the kiss and crawled one of her hands under his shirt, rubbing his bare back. He moaned softly when he felt her ran her fingers down his bare back, her finger nails pressing down lightly to leave a faint white line.

They then pulled apart when breathing became an issue, but still leaned toward each other, resting their forehead against each other. "I love you." She told him.

"I love you, too. Which is why I never want you to go." He said. Overcome by a sudden, intense wave of euphoria and affection, he crushed his lips to hers again, making them both sink to the floor with him on top of her. The kiss started out passionately and only grew in ferocity. They clung to each other desperately, never wanting to break the contact. This time, when the need to breathe took over, his lips didn't pause but kept kissing all over her face, the corners of her lips, her cheeks, along her jaw, down her throat and back up again.

"Troy." She moaned as she felt her fiancée's kisses. She knew what will lead to next if he keeps this on, and hit by a wave of affection, she wanted it to happen. Only, not here in a tree house. She slowly pulled Troy, seeing his eyes in a dark cobalt blue filled with love and lust. "I want you to make love to me," She told him. "But not here."

Troy nodded, understanding. He was about to climb down the tree house, but Gabriella pulled his arm, stopping him. Troy looked at her, confused. Gabriella only smiled at him. "I think I know how to get us to your room faster," She offered him both of her hands, encouraging him to take them. "Do you trust me?"

Troy looked down at her hands, and slowly took them. He looked at her and nodded while smiling back and saying "More than anyone I've ever met."

Gabriella smiled even more at him and then asked him to close his eyes. Troy did as she asked, but suddenly felt a bright light glowing around their hands, glowing brighter and brighter and the light becoming bigger, surrounding them. Though his eyes were closed, he knew who was causing this: Gabriella. He also heard her murmuring in tongue language, her words though sounding enchanted…

When he opened his eye again, he was stunned to see that he and Gabriella were now standing in his room, in front of his bed. "How did you..?" He asked her, his voice trailing off as he glanced around the room and he turned back to her.

Gabriella just smiled as she shrugged. She snuggled up to him and played with the hem of his shirt as she said "One of the perks of being an angel."

Troy then slowly grinned and wrapped his arms around her waist. He lunged at hers, knocking her backward on the bed but always making sure to have her securely in his arms so she wouldn't get hurt, as he gave her another hot passionate kiss, but kissed her more deeply and hungrily this time.

Gabriella pulled at the back of Troy's t-shirt, tugging it up and over his head and tossing it over the side of the bed, along with his wife-beater. Troy's hands gripped at the bottom of Gabriella's dress, sliding it up over her hips and soon after over her head, as he pulled back and Gabriella lifted herself up off the bed enough to help him remove it. Wasting no time, Troy's hands slid around her back to unhook her bra so he could remove that and toss it onto the floor on top of her dress, and then his hands slide down to her thong underwear, quickly taking them off. He stopped for a minute as he looked down at her, adoring her beautiful body. No matter times the two have made love before, Troy never gets tired of looking at Gabriella's beautiful body which is too perfect and goregous for words. His lips then descended swiftly to her breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. His hand, in the meantime, trailed south until his fingers found her folds once more, two of them gliding into her warmth and working their magic once more.

Gabriella moaned at the contact, pulling his head back up to her so she could kiss him once more. As she did so, her hands reached down and unbuckled his belt and unfastened his jeans once more, pushing on them until Troy pulled back and helped her by sliding them and his boxers off. His breath caught in his throat as her hand closed around him and began pumping up and down.

When she uttered four words, he was more than willing and able to take them both where they wanted to go.

"Troy…I need you…"

Troy placed himself at her wet entrance and thrust inside her, into his fiancé, his home…all was as it should be again. Gabriella's intense dark eyes met with his blue and he knew she felt it too, that this was them, exactly as they were meant to be, openly sharing their love with one another. As they moved in time with each other, each stroke bringing them closer and closer to their shared pleasure, their lips joined again and again. They communicated to each other without words just how much they love each other.

Crying out each other's names and clinging to one another, they reached their peak, reveling in it as their breathing gradually returned to normal and their pulses gradually slowed down.

But they didn't stop just yet. After experiencing the love-making process over ten times, they lay side-by-side on the bed and pulled the sheet over their bodies. Their bodies were absolutely over-glistening with sweat of passion, their heartbeats going at a hundred miles per mile, and both their minds and bodies in blissful, heavenly paradise after making love not once-but practically over a dozen times. Troy and Gabriella entwined their hands together, and they beamed. Troy then pulled his fiancé back to him, her head resting on his chest, her arm slung across his abdomen. He lovingly stroked her hair and leaned down and placed a soft, lingering kiss on her forehead.

"I love you so much, Brie," He said to her in a murmur "That was the best sex ever."

"And just think. When we get married, we can do this as much as we want on our honeymoon. And make love nonstop at our place." Gabriella murmured back to him, earning another kiss from him.

Troy gazed at Gabriella lovingly as he kissed her hand and caressed it. He knew for certain that he loved her more than life itself. He knew that he would do anything for her, anything at all. He realized he doesn't care about what they said about angels leaving their person, and the person forgetting about them. He's more than certain that no matter what he'll never, ever in a million years, forget about Gabriella. She's his one and true love, and will forever have his heart.

Smiling slowly, he touched her head and ran his finger's through her long curls. Gabriella made a small mewing sound as she pushed her head further into the pillow. He could feel her smiling at him, and he kissed her forehead again. He was amazed and how much he felt changed inside. Everything seemed so much clearer when he was with her. More focused, he knew that this is where he's supposed to be forever-with her.

Looking down at Gabriella, he was so sure that this is where he wanted to be.

A/N: Alright, what do you guys think about chapter. 24? Was it good? Alright? B.T.W, if you know some people on fanfiction, tell them about my story. And I need a favor from you guys. I posted some wedding dresses on my profile, and I can't decide which one should be Gabriella's wedding dress. I need you guys to look at the wedding dress and tell me which one should be the dress for Troyella's wedding. It would mean alot to me, if you do that for me.

Urgent message: This is the last chapter of part 1 of the Exictement story. I decided to make it like a saga. To make a story that is contiouning the story of Troy, the badboy with the anger issue and Gabriella, the girl who gave him excitement and change him in a good way, who is also is an angel from heaven, his angel. I'll be posting a new story that will be part 2 of Excitement, seeing what fate has next for the badboy and angel lovebirds. The story is still a romance and hurt/comfort story, but is also a bit fanstasy with some drama.

The story's called My angel. Check it out, and tell me what you think.