Chapter Two

The morning sun shined bright through my window. I groaned while covering my face with the pillow, I didn't want to wake up and face the day. After yesterday's surprise who know what was in store. Troy the guy who I thought was the love of my life was back. Meanwhile I was moving on with another lover, but for some reason I couldn't stop thinking of the blue eyed beauty. All the flashbacks of years ago, everything we had and felt together. It pained me to think of it all. I threw the pillow and got out of bed making my way into the kitchen. Kylie was in there wearing her pajama's with a hair tie in her hair. Making a pot of hot coffee, which smelled heavenly.

"Morning." She greeted as she grabbed a coffee mug from the dishwasher.

"Give me a glass?" I plopped my ass down on the chair at the table.

"Tough night?" She smirked as she poured me a glass and set it in front of me.

"You have no idea." I gulped it down.

"What happened exactly? You and Darren have a fight?" She got her glass and sat across from me.

"No, no." I shook my head. "Something entirely different."

"What?" She placed her mug in front of her and circled the top of it with her fingertip.

"Troy Bolton's back." I sighed. "He showed up here out of the blue and said he wanted to apologize."

"For something he did two years ago?" She snorted. " Um, okay little late huh?"

"I don't know what to do." My shoulders slumped and I frowned.

"Maybe just hear him out?" She shrugged. "Couldn't hurt, right?"

"You have no clue how much it would.." I said in a low tone.

"Just give him a chance then you can be done with it."

"Darren can't know." I bit my bottom lip.

"My lips are sealed." She pretended to zip her lips.

"Thanks." I smiled.

"No problem." She leaned over and rubbed my arm.

The morning dragged along my thoughts filling with Troy and how I would handle being in the same room with him again. I still felt those same feelings for him that I thought had gone away with him. Seeing him brought all the anger, passion, and lingering back. I just had to focus on hearing him out and then getting out. When the afternoon approached I headed out driving to my mother's house. Remembering I have no fucking idea where Troy could be. Entering the house that I lived in for eighteen years. It had stayed the same ever since I was six, nothing ever changing which i liked. I had enough of change over the years.

"Mom!?" I called as I shut the door behind me.

"Gabriella? In here!" She shouted from the kitchen.

I walked to the kitchen and saw her at the counter making her famous pot roast. I remembered when we had it for family dinners on Sunday's.. when my father was still around. Leaning my ship against the counter and looking down at my fumbling fingers remembering him. His scent that I inhaled when I hugged him, he smelled of aftershave. His eyes were dazzling green, his laugh was the most greatest sound I've ever heard. I forgotten how much I missed having him around.

"You okay sweetie?" She asked as she stuck the pan in the oven.

"Y-yeah." I nodded snapping out of my thoughts.

"Sure?" She folded her arms and eyed me suspiciously.

"Totally." I smiled for assurance, I couldn't tell her. It would only upset her.

"Good." She hugged me tightly then let go. "What brings you by?"

"I just wanted to see you." I shrugged nonchalantly.

"I'm happy you did stop by." She ran her hand softly from my temple down my cheek.

"So, pot roast.. what's the occasion?" I hopped up onto the counter.

"I have a special guest." She smirked.

"Who? A guy?" I grinned wide, ear to ear.

"Yes, but not what you're thinking." She popped my nose with her oven mitt.

"Alright." I laughed. "Then who is he?"

"You'll see if you stay for dinner."

"I don't know.. suppose to go out to dinner with Darren." I dangled my feet back and forth.

"Take a night off from him and spend some time with your mom will ya?" She patted my knee.

"When you put it that way..." I smiled. "Sure."

"Good, now call him up and say you're busy." She walked out of the kitchen.

I dialed his number. "Hey babe."

"Hey what's up?"

"I have to reschedule tonight.. having dinner with my mom." I played with the magnets on the side of the fridge.

"Oh, alright that's cool. Call me when you leave?"

"Of course." I smiled.

"Talk later baby." the line went dead.

"Hm." I sighed and hopped down from the counter.

For the next few hours until the dinner was done and the mystery guest arrived. My mother and I sat in the living room catching up on each other's lives. She told me how her job was going and how she loved it. I told her how I was getting all prepared for my move to go to Princeton. She was proud of me and told me how my father would be too. It was the college he went to and that was most of the reason why I wanted to go there. I was happy when the acceptance letter came in. Just then the door bell rang and my mom's smile widen. She was certainly up to something and I was about to find out. We both went to the door and she opened it.

"Troy!" She exclaimed and gave him a hug.

"What?" I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"Maria." He smiled at her kindly. "Gabriella."

"This is the mystery guy?" I felt the anger growing through out my body.

"Yes." She smiled at me.

"You've gotta be kidding me." I rolled my eyes and ran upstairs to my old room, slamming the door shut.

Obviously I did want to speak to Troy about what the hell he's doing back. But for my mom to invite him to dinner and then surprising me with him? Was she on crack or something? How in God's name did she think I'd be at all happy with this. Why would she even want him here when all he did was hurt her daughter? I would never understand my mother and that's for damn sure. I walked over to my old bed and sat down, looking around at my old surroundings. The room was a light pink, most of my things had been moved out. Except my bed and a few old clothes which were in some boxes. The tapping on the door startled me and made me get off the bed.

"What?!" I shouted viciously.

"Mind if I come in?" Troy asked as he opened the door, peeking his head in.

"Yes I do actually." I walked over to my old doors that led out to my balcony.

"Coming in anyways." I heard him mutter and heard the door shut.

"What are you doing here Troy?" I crossed my arms and looked outside at the dark sky.

"Your mom invited me." His voice grew closer.

"Not that, you know what I mean." I closed my eyes feeling him get closer to me.

"Just visiting my old town." I heard the amusement in his voice.

"Troy." I turned and he was inches away from me.

"Gabriella." He smirked.

"Stop it." I brushed passed him.

"Stop what?" He turned around to face me.

"Just tell me what you wanna tell me." I was tired of his lack of seriousness in the situation.

"I just wanted to apologize alright?"

"Why? It's been two years, shouldn't you be moved on?" I wasn't sure if I wanted to hear he moved on from me.

"I should be, but I'm not." He shoved his hands in his coat pockets.

"You're not?" I connected my eyes with his and bit my lip.

"No, I'm not that quick at moving on like you are I guess." His mouth went into a grim line.

"Excuse me? It's been two years yeah I'm moving on with my life." I scoffed and shook my head.

"You're right. Why should you be hanging onto me anyways." He searched the room.

"Are you still hanging onto me..?" I pushed my hair behind my ear.

"Maybe." He shrugged. "Would that be so bad?"

"Why?" I felt a rush of emotions pour over me.

"Why not Gabriella?" His gaze hooked with mine once again.

"Why not?" I mocked him. "Let's see maybe because you're the one who lied and then left."

"I never lied to you." His jaw tightened.

"Really?" I licked my lips having a flashback of what occurred years ago.

"Yeah." He nodded.

"What about the girl, huh?!" I shouted, no longer being able to contain my anger.

"Gabriella that wasn't what you think it was!" He took a step forward.

"Then what was it Troy? Cause it looked like you two fucking kissed to me!" I threw my hands in the air.

"She was drunk and I was trying to help her, then she stumbled over. I leaned down to-"

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes.

"Let me explain for once." His words barked with venom.

"Fine.." I whispered.

"I leaned down to help her up, then she leaned in and kissed me." He ran fingers through his messy hair.

"She kissed you?" I was more asking my question that than him.

"Yes, you have to believe me." He took another step closer. "Why would I ever lie to you?"

"I've been asking myself that question." My lip was trembling.

"I have always been there for you and I would never hurt you in a million years." His fingers wrapped around my wrist.

"Then why did you?" I looked to his hand touching me to his eyes.

"You still don't believe me?" He sighed.

"No, I think I do." I took his hand off me. "But you left."

"I had no other choice and you know that."

"You left us damaged Troy." I cried.

"I tried my best, but you wouldn't let me fix it." His eyes filled with sadness.

"Don't you dare blame this on me." I spoke through clenched teeth. "You gave up on us."

"I-I gave up on us?" He turned his back to me and walked toward the balcony doors.

"You know it's the truth." I looked down at my shoes and tried to calm myself.

"I would never give up on us," he came back to me and cupped my chin. Making me look at him. "and you know that's the truth."

"Why did you leave me?" I stared into his eyes as he did mine.

"You know I had to." He ran the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip.

"Troy? Gabriella?" My mom walked in and stopped in her steps.

Mom.." I moved away from Troy.

"Dinner's set." She smiled at us both.

"I'm not feeling so hungry anymore." I looked from her to Troy.

"Brie.." He mouthed.

"I'm sorry." I walked passed my mom and headed out the front door.

I'm proud of this chapter... sort of. lol & no things aren't going to move that fast between the two, because I want a real story here. Not a short not making sense at all one! So hold your horses for them to get back real quickly.

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