The next day, Gabriella skated her way to school. She was singing and smiling. Her day was going just fine until…..
She tried to open her eyes, but they hurt so badly. She breathed, in and out. She tried again and this time she pushed herself to open them. And when she did, she didn't like what she saw. It was him.
BOLTON!!!
She got furious, but deep down; she felt the warmth of his presence. She felt so safe and just wanted to be in his arms. But she couldn't. Cuz he hated her right?
She looked at him. The way he looked at her. It was special. The way he looked at her, not on her forms like the others, but her eyes. He looked from one eye to the other.
His ocean blue eyes were sparkling in the light.
"So beautiful" Troy thought and looked at her. His palms started sweating, and heart started to pound.
"You okay?" he asked and put his hands in his pocket. He couldn't look at her in case she would attack him with her mouth.
"I'm fine" she said with eagerness in her voice. She didn't even look at him. She didn't want to get eye contact with him, in case she just would break down and cry.
And Gabriella never cries. I mean NEVER.
"What is your problem?" He asked her and looked pretty angry.
"What? You asked me something and I answered"
She finally looked at him, deep in the eyes.
"Sorry that I was being friendly and carrying you here to make sure you ware okay, but fuck it! I'm outta here!" He said and walked out.
She watched as he walked away from her. She felt so bad.
"Wait" he heard a soft voice whisper and smiled to himself.
He turned around again, and waited for her to say something.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to be rude. Not after what you did for me. Thank you!" she finally said and a tear slid down her cheek.
He smiled and knew that she really was sorry and heard the sadness in her voice. She looked at her shoes and didn't want to look up. She was afraid she would melt in his eyes. She couldn't take the fact that she got weak when he was around her.
She didn't want to feel this way, but she couldn't help her feelings for him. She should hate him, but why didn't she then?
He sat next to her, and put his arm around her slim waist. What was it about him that made her so safe?
Maybe the fact that he wouldn't let anything happen to her. At least that's what he did t o the his ex girlfriends.
"You okay" he asked and held her closer.
She wanted to look at him, but she couldn't. she just couldn't.
"Damn" she thought.
"Yes, thank you! Are you okay?"
"Well, not that you are okay, I'm great!" NOW she looked at him. Deeply in the eyes, her heart melted and had the feeling of fainting, again.
There they were, sitting there, him holding her, and looking at each other.
Things just couldn't get better than this.
Or could it?