A/N: Thank you so much to those of you who reviewed on the first chapter, it means alot alot alot to me! Special thanks to two of you, I think you know who you are. your reviews means the world to me, I cried when i read them, no kidding!
I honestly don't like this chapter. I really don't, it's weird and I don't feel like there's something fun in it. But... urgh idk, spare me the hate and I'll try to make the next chapter better. This story will take a much less time before the action comes, compared to suffer on a board. Oh and, I haven't beta read this, because... well, I think I'm going to try to get better chapter to chapter instead, because if I just let someone beta it, I won't learn. So stay tuned, and thanks again for reading! :)
The next few days weren't really the best for Gabriella. Sharpay was all about how gorgeous Troy was and how cute they would look together, always ending it with how Gabriella should give 'the poor guy' a chance. Gabriella, who avoided Troy, decided to ignore her blonde friend's ranting about the guy and just focus on snowboarding and skiing.
She would admit that Troy looked good; he had looks that could make any woman on this earth weak in the knees and knock their husbands, boyfriends and fiancés out of their heads for a good five hours. But that was just about it. She'd seen him again when she walked out from the restaurant that night, and he was talking to some woman's and flirting with them, even though she'd felt his eyes burning in her neck and saw him wink at her when she couldn't help but turn around. She'd thrown him a glare which got unaware for Troy because Taylor grabbed Gabriella's arm and led her out from the restaurant while muttering how incredible she was because she couldn't give the guy a chance.
"So, how are you feeling about the whole Troy situation?" Taylor asked as she and Gabriella sat at Hard Rock Café on one of the tops of Croascount Hills. They'd taken a break from skiing and they had got a cup of hot chocolate while chatting about random stuff, when suddenly Taylor had watched Gabriella closely and couldn't help but ask.
"What Troy situation? There is no situation, Taylor," Gabriella said, trying to not sound annoyed but ended up giving her friend a cold look.
"Come on Gabriella. You know what I mean."
"No I don't, because there is no situation with that guy. Will you please stop acting like Sharpay, because I really don't need a copy of that girl." She sighed. "You've always been the smart one Taylor. Why are you so excited about this when you know that I don't like him?"
It was Taylor's turn to sigh. "Because, Gabriella, I just want what's best for you, I want you to be happy. And I…" She bit her lip and looked up at Gabriella with an apologizing look. "I have this feeling that Troy is a good guy-"
Taylor was cut of by Gabriella's gasp and an ear-splitting sound. The red cup that had belonged in the brunettes hand only two seconds ago was not splinted on the floor, surrounded by the brown hot liquid. The look on Gabriella's face could make any other person back away with their hands in the air, begging for mercy. Which almost included Taylor. The brown girl stood up and apologized to the worker as she came to the table were the damage had been. The worker cleaned it up with help from Taylor, while Gabriella just glared at Taylor with annoyed eyes, not really realizing what she'd done.
"You should really give him a chance, though," Taylor in a matter of fact tone, and before Gabriella could go any further with her glare, Taylor hurried to say. "And even though you don't want to jump in bed with him the first time-" Gabriella glared. "Or ever. You can at least be friends, right? You can never have too many friends, Gabs."
Gabriella sighed as she bent down to brush some snow from her boots. "I know, Tay. It's just…" she turned to her friend and sighed again. "It's hard, you know? I don't know who you can trust," she continued, but Taylor saw right through her.
"You and I both know that's not the real truth," she said sternly. She'd known Gabriella for 11 years now, and she could read Gabriella even though she was asleep. Sure, she was a producer and actress in Hollywood, but the fact that she didn't know who she could trust wasn't half the deal from her problem right now.
"Whatever, Tay," the brunette sighed and put her ski-glasses on. "Let's go."
The wind hit Gabriella's face softly as she made her way down the hill, her mind in another world. She thought about what Taylor had said; that she could at least be friends with the guy. She snorted when the thought crossed her mind, this situation was beyond ridiculous. She hadn't even had a real conversation with the guy and people already told her to jump in bed with him. Or just be friends with him. Another part of her said. Oh shut up, I don't even know the guy. That's the truth, and Gabriella was very annoyed over Sharpay and Taylor's eager minds. No, but you haven't tried either.
Gabriella's thoughts were interrupted by Taylor. "Hey Gabs, I'm going to head down the easy hill this time. I'm… uhh, my legs are kind of sore." Gabriella raised an eyebrow at her friend's odd behaviour. It was their first day, but Taylor had never been the type to get sore legs on the first day. Or any other day for that matter.
"Uhm, okay Taylor. Are you okay?" Taylor bit her lip at her friend's concern, but nodded while glancing up the hill behind Gabriella.
"Yes I'm sure, I'm just a bit tired. Lack of sleep." She pretended to yawn. "I will see you later, Gabs," she said with a quick hug before she swished around and headed to the south hill.
"Uhm, bye?" Gabriella said confused as she starred after her friend. That was really odd, Taylor and Gabriella had decided to head up on the northern hill because they wanted to visit the Hard Rock Café, and now Taylor decided to just ditch her? She watched the last sight of her friend before she turned behind a few trees, she wondered if it had anything to do with the earlier conversation about a certain blue-eyed boy. "Fuck you, Bolton," she muttered and placed her mirror-glasses over her eyes.
"Talking to yourself?" Gabriella jumped and almost tripped over her skis when someone stopped on her side, making the snow pour around them like a storm.
When the snow had calmed and fallen again, she peered through the dark glasses to see who the person was. Her heart jumped when he saw the guy. He had a black, gray and white check jacket, light grey ski pants, a dark gray beanie, topped with mirroring glasses that covered his eyes.
"You've got to be kidding me," she muttered, making a note in the back of her mind that she'd have a serious talk with Taylor. This was her 'problem'.
"Are you sure you're okay, Montez? Talking to yourself are said to be the first symptom when you're on your way to get crazy," Troy teased with a chuckle. Gabriella wished she hadn't put her glasses on so Troy could actually see the death glare she sent him. If anyone was crazy here, it'd be him.
"I am feeling perfectly fine thank you, Bolton," she said through her teeth. She wasn't in the mood for a talk with this guy right now, not after what Taylor had done today. So much for a best friend, huh? "What are you doing here anyway?" she then asked, deciding to at least try to be a bit nice.
"Well, since I actually live here and enjoys the snow, I decided to go skiing for a while," he told her, he was teasing her and she knew it. Gabriella took a deep breath and cursed Taylor once again for leaving her with this guy.
"You know what I mean, Bolton. Aren't you supposed to be working right now?" Gabriella said, annoyance laced in her tone.
"Oh, that's what you meant," he chuckled. He knew damn well, he just wanted to tease her. Well, two could play that game. "I got off early. Want to go together?"
Gabriella's eyes widened, did he just ask her if she wanted to ski down the damn hill with him? Did she really look like someone who hung out with idiots? But as she looked him up and down, the clothes and professional ski's telling her that he was a pro-rider, made her think twice. "Wouldn't dream of it."
Troy smirked, that meant yes. "After you, miss."
Gabriella's guard had not let her down. Troy Bolton was a pro skier, and that she could not deny. The guy rode like it was the only thing he did, he jumped and tricked, making Gabriella take a deep breath every time he made a more complicated trick. His body moved with the ski's in the most graceful way, amazing Gabriella till no end.
But Gabriella wasn't the only one to be impressed. Troy had never seen anyone move like the woman in front of him. He found himself frozen as he watched her back, he didn't know she could ski, and he sure as hell didn't know that her skiing made his heart pump faster and his head to focus on anything else than the two things on his feet and the white paradise around him, for once.
"Wow, I didn't know you could ski," Troy said with an amazed tone when they'd arrived back outside the hotel. Both of them was amazed over the others skills, but a certain brunette wasn't ready to let him in just yet. After all, he was a bastard.
"Yeah well, you never asked," she replied coldly. Troy was a bit taken back, what did he do?
"Okay ice princess, let's get another ride, revenge is a bitch." Troy smirked as he saw Gabriella jerk at the nickname; clearly she wasn't used to it which could explain the cold eyes he got.
"You really need to learn more, Troy," Gabriella laughed coldly. "Payback's a bitch." And she took off towards the longest hill of them all, knowing Troy would fallow her.
Sharpay Evans was never the type of girl to beg for something. She got what she wanted, end of discussion. But if she would have to back, heck even go down on her knees to have Troy and Gabriella together, she would do it. Without any doubt in the world, she might even give her newest Prada shoes to charity if she would have to.
"Taylor!" Sharpay's high pitched voice echoed through the entire 18th floor. Her feminine hands with perfectly shaped pedicure banged on the door to her best friend's room, waiting for it to open before she would have to visit the spa 18 floors down.
"Yeah, yeah I'm coming!" Taylor shouted as she hurried from her bedroom, fixing her blouse on her way. "Shit Sharpay, I've just got out of the shower. What the heck is wrong with you?"
Sharpay snorted. "Yeah right, anyways we have to discuss something," she stated as the sound of hear clicking heals went through the room when she flopped down on the white couch, crossing her legs in a business-like way.
"I don't really have any saying in this anyway, do I?" Taylor sighed as she walked to the small kitchen that was in one big room together with the living room. She poured some espresso into two cups and made her way back to were her blonde friend sat.
"No," Sharpay said and took a sip of the hot liquid before she continued. "But I don't think you will want to either. It's about Troy and Gabriella," Sharpay stated. Taylor groaned, the blonde had some issue about sticking her nose in everyone else's lives. "Oh don't pull me that shit. You know you want them together too, don't tell me that Gabriella went skiing with Troy by her own choice, because I know she wouldn't."
"Fine, I did it. But that still doesn't mean that I want to force Gabriella into something that she clearly doesn't want to." Taylor gave in. She wasn't the person to do that, that was Sharpay's job and she did it very good on her own.
"We're not going to do anything yet Taylor, but if they aren't together in a month I will have to bring Match-Maker-Sharpay into the picture." Taylor looked at her friend with one of her eyebrows raised; clearly Sharpay wasn't one to feel guilty for making her best friend suffer for something she didn't want to.
"Fine Sharpay, whatever," Taylor sighed. "Just leave Gabriella alone for a while. She didn't come up here to get into some love drama, besides; she will hate us both if we push her about it any more."
Gabriella let out a long yawn as she stretched outside the hotel two hours later. She'd been riding the hill at least three times with Troy, and he went pretty damn fast. Her whole body was tired and she couldn't wait to take a hot shower to calm her nerves and muscles. Even though she was pretty annoyed with having to go with Troy, her heart and soul was calm. She could feel Troy's eyes on her when she stretched, she smirked and stopped, the smirk growing bigger when she saw the disappointment in Troy's eyes, though he quickly covered it with a smirk.
"So I'll see you tomorrow?" He questioned.
Gabriella picked her jacket up from the bench and threw it over her arm. "Don't get your hopes up, Sherlock," she said and turned on her heals. Troy watched her walk away, her hips swaying dangerously which leaved Troy groaning in his throat before he turned the other direction.
She was an animal, and she needed to be tamed.