Road Trip
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Chapter 8
"Hey Patricia," called Troy.
"Don't hey me. Where the hell have you been?" she asked. "I've been calling you all week. There are dozens of rumours, photos and articles circling the tabloids. We need to get a statement out before it blows out of proportion," she added in a frantic tone.
"Patricia we'll talk after the game," said Troy. "Now if you'll excuse me I need to get my guests seated," he smiled tugging Gabriella away.
Patricia turned and watched him walk away the little Filipino girl's hand was clasped in his, wedding ring shining in the light and the dark skinned girl followed behind them.
She groaned - if he didn't get a statement out quick the whole world would think he was actually married. Especially if he was sporting a wedding ring on his ring finger.
There were hoots and hollers as Troy emerged on court.
"Where was my invite Bolton?" asked a player.
Troy flicks him a finger. "It was very fast," he laughed.
"So it's true?" asked a guy.
Troy nodded and turned to Gabriella.
"You ok with meeting the guys?" asked Troy.
"Not right now - I think Patricia wants a word with you," smiled Gabriella,
leaning up to kiss his cheek, "so Tay and I will go sit down. I'll see you at home," she smiled.
Troy nodded and kissed her. As his lips touched hers, hoots echoed in the gym.
"We need to talk about that," he said.
"What?" she asked.
"Home," Troy replied before kissing her once more.
"Bolton enough canoodling," called their coach.
"Go, I'll see you later wildcat," smiled Gabriella.
"Don't forget to call Kelsi," he smiled walking backwards.
"Go," she laughed.
Gabriella turned round and walked up the steps to Taylor.
Troy had reached the other players and as Gabriella walked up the steps a whistle was let out from the group.
"Hey, go whistle at your own wife," he reprimanded with a lazy smirk.
"It's true?" asked the coach.
Troy nodded.
"You actually got hitched in Vegas," said another team mate.
Troy nodded.
"You were drunk?" asked another team mate.
"Yes Vance we were drunk. But we're making a go of it. She's an incredible woman. And none of you can tweet any of this. No one knows who she is. Plus our parents don't know yet," said Troy.
Behind them Patricia pursed her lips. It was actually true. God she could hear the headlines. Troy Bolton gets hitched in Las Vegas. That man was going to be the death of her.
Troy Bolton couldn't get married - he was the Lakers and America's most eligible bachelor. The girl would just have to go.
The game went well and the Lakers beat the Wolves 120-117. But instead of going to the after party or going home like he wanted to, Troy found himself in a meeting with his coach Mike, his manager Pete and his publicist Patricia.
"Why are we having this meeting?" he asked.
"Because of the current situation you have gotten yourself into," said Patricia.
"Patricia, you heard what he said to the boys - his wife is an incredible woman and they're making a go of it," said the Mike.
"What if it all ends in tears 5 months down the line? He's let her into his bank accounts and she goes of with the money," said Patricia.
"Patricia, Gabriella is very down to earth, honest, smart and trustworthy young woman," said Troy defiantly.
"Appearances can be deceiving," said Patricia.
"Patricia, I have spent the last two and a half days with her," said Troy.
"But you don't know everything about her. If she actually has a husband back home, children, her family, her job or her finical situation," ranted Patricia.
"She's from Ohio where she lived with her mother and father, no husband other than me, no children, she lives in LA opposite me, she's just moved here and she's just got a job at The LA Journal but I think she may actually be going to work for Kelsi at The Real Deal," explained Troy. "Plus she had no criminal offences to her name - nothing. She was a straight A student all though high school. She majored in Journalism at Stanford, the course was a year and she graduated top of her class with a masters degree. She then majored in Creative Writing and Art History and got a degree in both. She is 23 and her birthday is in May - the 5th if your wondering. She worked in Ohio at the newspaper for a year," added Troy.
The three of them gave him strange looks.
"What? I made some phones calls after she left Vegas," he shrugged. "For all I knew I could have married a psycho," he added.
"No, you married worse - you married a journalist. Lakers, don't get married especially to journalists," sighed Patricia. "She'll just steal your money," she muttered.
"Patricia, I'm sorry to have to say this, I really am but just because it happened to you, doesn't mean it'll happen to me. And there is no fucking rule that says Lakers can't get married. Now can we adjourn this meeting because I'd really like to go home to my wife," Troy said.
His manager and coach nodded and he flew out of there. He had already changed and had vetoed a shower. Then he remembered he came in Gabriella's car.
So when he walked out of the back entrance of the gym he expected to see no car. He expected to have to walk home, but low and behold, there she was.
"Didn't expect to see you here," he smiled going over to her.
"Taylor's going to do some shopping and is going to see us back at my flat at 8," she smiled. "So I figured since I leave in a day, I should spend some time with my husband," she added slipping her fingers in his belt loops.
"Well that is a very good idea," he smiled leaning down to kiss her.
It was then that Patricia, Pete and Mike walked out of the stadium.
"Well I think someone is in love," smiled Mike.
"About time too," smiled Pete.
Troy and Gabriella separated for breath.
"Wait, did you say one day?" asked Troy.
"Tomorrow is my last day here for a month yeah," she sighed.
Troy pulled back and leaned against her car.
"Hey, you knew it was coming," she sighed.
"I know," he sighed tugging her against him. "Just these last two and half days have been glorious and I don't want them to end," he added.
"I know, but one month and I'm yours plus we have Skype, phone calls and texts," she smiled.
"Let's go home," smiled Troy.
"Home," she agreed as she slipped into the car.
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