A Summer To Remember
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Chapter 3
Gabriella sighed. It had been a long, hard and eventful day and now she just wanted to go home.
Flashback
Gabriella and Kayla entered the band area.
"Gabriella," said a voice.
Gabriella looked up. And there stood her childhood best friend Troy Bolton. They had fallen out of touch when he became famous but there wasn't any bad blood between them as they were both to blame.
"Hi Troy," she smiled, as she turned to greet her old friend.
"So Brie, how have you been? asked Troy.
"Go-" started Gabriella, before she was rudely interrupted.
"I'm Kayla," Kayla interrupted, "your other server. Anything you want I'm here," she added.
"Slut," muttered Gabriella, turning away.
"So, how do you know Gabriella?" asked Kayla.
"We've been neighbours and best friends since birth," smiled Troy.
"Aww how sweet," gushed Kayla fakely.
End of Flashback
But as she reached her locker, it was blocked by none other than Kayla.
"Why don't you just tell Bolton you want me, your friend, to come as well. And then after a few minutes you leave - you're ill - I don't care, but you go. And leave me with Troy," smirked Kayla.
"Why would I do that?" asked Gabriella.
"You will if you value your reputation at East High and if you don't want me to make senior year a living hell for you," hissed Kayla.
"Is everything ok here?" asked Troy coming up behind Gabriella and discreetly wrapping an arm around her waist, his hand sneakily edged up her top to stroke her stomach in order to calm her.
"Everything is fine. I was just saying Gabriella should invite me, her friend, to come see you as well," smiled Kayla sweetly.
Under his hand, Troy felt Gabriella tense and he continued to rub his fingers in circles on her skin to calm her down.
"Invitation only, maybe next time," he said with a fake smile.
Kayla sent a glare Gabriella's way and strode off.
"You got everything?" he asked Gabriella.
"No," said Gabriella, "someone was in the way."
"Well then get your stuff and come on," smiled Troy.
Gabriella turned and leant against the lockers.
"How did you even get in here? This is an employee area." she said.
"I'm Troy Bolton," said Troy. "And Mrs Your Boss let me in," he added.
"Mrs Evans?" asked Gabriella as she turned to get her things out of her locker.
"Yeah, she saw what happened today and she thought it was sweet. So when I said I was waiting for you, she let me in," smiled Troy.
"I need to get changed," said Gabriella.
"I'll just go wait by the door," stuttered Troy, pulling away from Gabriella.
Gabriella laughed as Troy rounded the corner towards the door.
Gabriella quickly changed from her blue buttoned down top, beige pants and white sneakers to a pair of black toe post sandals and black summer dress covered in pale red and orange-yellow flowers. She pulled a hair brush quickly though her hair and once she had grabbed her bag and orange cardigan, she was ready to go.
Closing her locker, she headed to the door where Troy was waiting.
"So if I'm technically not allowed to hang around you, how come I am?" asked Gabriella.
"I cleared it with Fulton, well actually it was Mrs Evans who told Fulton you were allowed to spend time with me off clock," smiled Troy.
"Ever the charmer," grinned Gabriella linking her arm with Troy's.
"Come on," smiled Troy.
"Where we going?" asked Gabriella.
"Well I want to stay out of the public eye that means not out here. Away from any loitering holiday makers. Is that ok?" asked Troy.
"Yeah, so where we going?" asked Gabriella.
"My suite - to hang out like we used to," smiled Troy.
"Sounds great, lead the way Mr Bolton," smiled Gabriella.
On the way to Troy's suite, Gabriella and Troy passed by a couple of Gabriella's classmates and they looked at her with disbelief.
"Everyone is staring," whispered Gabriella.
"You can tuck your head into my shoulder if you want to," smiled Troy.
"Then they'll stare more," she whispered.
"But you won't be able to see," said Troy.
"Troy, shut up," laughed Gabriella, as she mock punched him on his shoulder.
"Come on, we need to take the elevator," smiled Troy, turning to the bank of elevators on his left.
"Penthouse?" guessed Gabriella.
Troy nodded, and as the elevator doors closed, she curled into him as the beginnings of a headache started.
"Headache?" asked Troy.
"Why did we stop being friends?" asked Gabriella. "You know me so well."
"We just grew apart I think. I got signed, and got busy, you had junior year and senior year, you were busy," shrugged Troy. "But yes I will always know you well," he added. as he lead her out of the elevator.
Gabriella quickly snuck onto a sofa with a groan, her eyes closed.
"Hard day?" asked Troy with a chuckle.
"Yes looking after popstars can be tiring," she smiled.
"I told the guys not to act like that round you when you had a break. They're just idiots sometimes," apologized Troy.
"And Kayla, god," groaned Gabriella opening her eyes. "I'm ashamed to say I go to school with that slut."
Troy came up behind her chair and placed his hands on her temples.
"Why do I sense a heavenly Troy Bolton head massage coming my way?" asked Gabriella.
"Cuz you have," smiled Troy as he began to massage his fingertips into Gabriella's temple and head. Within minutes, Gabriella's headache had gone but she was so relaxed she didn't want to open her eyes, so she snuggled down into the sofa. Her eyes stayed close even when she felt Troy sit next to her feet, but they flew open when he began to take off her shoes.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Close your eyes," smiled Troy reassuringly.
"Is this going to happen after every day?" asked Gabriella with a smile, as she let her eye lids flutter closed.
"Maybe, if you come up here," he smiled.
Half an hour later, Troy had finished his magic on her feet and she had fallen asleep. So he slipped behind her and wrapped an arm around her while his other hand turned on the TV.
Two hours later at midnight, Gabriella woke it was dark. There were almost silent voices near her. She was snuggled into something warm. God what time was it? Where was she?
Raising her head slightly, she realized she was still in Troy's suite. He was watching How I Met Your Mother.
"Troy," she murmured.
"Hey you're awake," he said.
"Time," she mumbled, as she started to sit up.
"Midnight," he whispered, "wanna borrow one of my shirts in the morning?" asked Troy.
"No I need to go home. I need other stuff," said Gabriella.
"Have your mother drop it off in the morning," said Troy. "You're not going to get home now - your mother will be asleep," he added.
"Troy, I'm 17. I took my driving test like 6 months ago when I was 16 and a half. I can drive home," she said.
"At this time?" asked Troy.
Gabriella nodded.
"You won't get out of the club at this time," said Troy. "Don't you have spare clothes in your car or bag or something?" he asked.
"Yeah I went shopping the day before yesterday and never took the bags out of the boot," said Gabriella. "I have to be up by 7 cuz I start at 9," she added.
"Great, well why don't we get some sleep. I'll set an alarm to go off at 7," said Troy.
Gabriella nodded and snuggled back down into Troy.
She was glad she had reconnected with her best friend and as she fell asleep a smile played on her face. She was sleeping so deeply after a couple of minutes that she didn't even notice Troy carry her though to the bedroom, where she could sleep more comfortably.
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