Gabriella walked into the bar on Tuesday with her phone in her hand. She looked around unzipping her jacket seeing the blonde stand there and fight with her boyfriend. Gabriella rolled her eyes taking her jacket off and walking over to the scene. She looked up at Luke and Sharpay fighting over something little. That's when she saw Troy sitting there sipping on his beer. Gabriella offered him a weak smile and he smiled back. She sat across next to him placing her things down.
"Your hair?" He asked not sure how to approach a compliment with her. She frowned grabbing it.
"You don't like it?" She asked scrambling to get a mirror so she can check her hair. He groaned.
"No I'm sorry, I meant it looks nice." He said smiling at her. She stopped and looked up with a smile.
"Thank you." She said sitting down. While she was home, she decided to give herself some caramel highlights with a little trim. Honestly, Troy liked it on her. She had natural chocolate brown curls so having a little color into it made her complexion pop.
"You don't understand." Sharpay said storming out. Luke chased her chanting her name. Gabriella looked at Troy and he looked at her feeling awkward being left there together...alone.
"Uh." She said looking down.
"We can just chill for an hour and watch the hawks game?" He suggested looking up to the sports coverage of the pre-game. Gabriella smiled.
"That sounds good." She said placing her hands on the table calling out to a waiter walking by. "Can I get a miller?" She asked and he nodded. Troy smiled at her seeing her wear a black long sleeve dress that rested at her knees with black pumps following. Her hair was long and curly and her make-up was bold. She blushed seeing him stare at her without saying anything.
"So how was your weekend away?" He asked sipping his glass of beer. Her smile faltered as she played with a napkin.
"It was nice and relaxing just to be home. I missed my family." She said leaving it at that. Gabriella hated when people asked her about her personal life and her family. She was never the kind of girl that would like to open up to people because she felt that if she did, they'd get too attached. She wanted nothing more than to be friends with someone but she didn't like to open up to anybody for reasons. She was afraid of how things would play out.
"Thats nice. Do you have any siblings?" And when he asked her that question, she felt all the nerves bundle up in her body making her nervous. So she let out a sigh and looked at him.
"I have a brother and he has a kid." She said smiling as she quickly regretted opening more than he had asked for. She bit her tounge as she panicked on the inside.
"Oh same here!" He said smirking taking another sip as Gabriella's beer finally came. She sighed feeling him accept her slightly.
"Yeah he's 28." She said trying to open up to him. He looked up and she smiled seeing how he looked. He was growing a five o'clock shadow that made him look mysterious and sexy. She paused taking the thought back calling him sexy. Gabriella sighed.
"Mine's your age." He said looking up at the television.
"Does it bother you that he's the youngest and already has a kid?" She asked getting his attention. "Personally, some people hate it. I just want your take on it." She said finally sipping her beer. God this hit the spot.
"On some levels yeah, but I'm happy for him. It gets to me sometimes, but he fell in love young and it's fine for me." He looked at the television seeing the game start. "Hawks are on." He smiled seeing her head snap up.
"Oh my area of expertise." She said clapping her hands. He simply laughed.
"I'm more of a basketball guy." He offered seeing her focus on the game and not him anymore.
"I'm hockey all the way." She said laughing.
"And the puck drops, captain Jonathan Toews wins the faceoff." The announcer at the game commented.
Two weeks later, He knocked on her door with a case of beer in his hands. The door opened quickly and she threw herself out the hallway. She was dressed in a Blackhawk's jersey and her hair thrown up in a high pony tail.
"You look nice!" He said smiling. She didn't smile back. "What's wrong?" He asked staring at her.
"I know its our little tradition and all, but Pat's over and he won't leave." She said looking down. Troy looked back at her door frowning.
"You're fighting aren't you?" He asked hearing the door open. Pat stood there with his jacket on, a little red in the face. Troy hated Pat with all the might he had in his body. He hated how he was this drunk ignorant asshole that thought he was better than everyone else because he was a fire fighter. He may have been built, tall, and blonde, but Troy didn't fall for any of his bull shit.
"The department called me in." He said walking past her. She didn't say anything but bite her lip and watch him walk past. Troy looked at her seeing her frown. She caught his glance seeing him smile goofy and lift the case of beer up. She giggled turning around and opening the door. He walked in sitting on her couch and turning the game on. She walked right into the kitchen preparing food for the game. Troy looked around and saw her begin to decorate for Halloween. She had little lit up pumpkins around the house with the scent of pumpkin pie. She had a little pinata of dracula in a coffin over her flat screen.
"You need more gore and scare around here." He suggested taking his jacket off.
"Maybe." She said shrugging. "Your options tonight are Nuevo Leon nachos, salsa, or wings." She said looking at him watch what was left of the pre-game. He looked over.
"Those nachos sound nice." He said getting up to open a beer. He walked into the kitchen looking in her drawers seeing one open. She reached for the can opener as he reached for the bottle opener. The two hands grazed as they both pulled back. She blushed going to the oposite end of the kitchen. He smirked walkeing back with the bottle opener.
"These nachos are delcicious!" She cheered looking at him. He simply laughed.
"Everything you make is delicious." He said sarcastically. She laughed at him turning the stove on to fry the beans.
"I promise it's good this time." She said giggling.
"Okay whatever you say." He said looking at the television. She walked to her drawer gathering the avocado and staring down at it. She felt terrible, knowing what just happened with Pat.
"Come on baby." He said stripping her of her pants. She swatted his hand away.
"I said no." She said looking up at him. He growled sitting up.
"Okay, I was supportive with this whole no marriage thing, but Ella, come on now." He said running his hand through his hair. "We agreed on trying at least." She was lying there looking up at him. "So let's try." He said crawling back ontop of her. She almost gave in when a light went off in her head.
"No." She said grabbing her pants he took off. He grabbed her by the wrist and looked at her angrily.
"I want kids." He said yelling at her. She pulled her pants up yelling at him.
"I don't care." She said getting up and to gather his things. He jumped off the couch and thew himself at her pinning her up against the wall knocking things over. She whimpered feeling his fingers dig into her arms. "You think you're so tough don't you." She got in his face.
"I care. You told me we could try." He said in her face this time.
"And I told you I'm infertile so there's a zero chance that I'll have a fucking baby. Yours for that matter." She spat back at him. He forcefully shoved her again. She closed her eyes trying to not let him get the best of her.
"Don't you fucking have an attitude with me." He yelled at her. She stood there staring at a man she couldn't recognize anymore. She didn't feel anything for this man. He let go of her finally stepping a couple feet back. "Go fuck your new friend Troy." He said grabbing his things when she heard a knock on her door.
"Maybe I will." She went to it quickly.
"Are you okay?" He asked her, now standing in front of her. She looked up at him as he grabbed her hand that was shaking with the knife in it. "Brie?" He asked. She smiled and nodded at him.
"Sorry, I blanked out." He smiled patting her hand in assurance. And in that moment as she began cutting the avocado, she looked up at Troy and smiled softly feeling like she could fall into a pattern doing this every night with him. She stared at the dirty blonde man sitting on her couch as he sat there contently. She stopped smiling when she realized,
She was starting to fall for Troy Bolton.
Thanks for the support, I guess I was just having a fit. Anyways, to clear up a review from a guest, this is titled Brunette Monster because in Troy's eyes that's how he met her, when she was being a monster to her. and honestly that's how he sees her. To him that's his little nickname that kind of grew to him. Like if you call your little brother/sister a monster sometimes. I hope that cleared it up a bit? but if it doesn't, please feel free to message me and I can work something out?