A/N- I finished my first story, I Heart You, and am now working on this one. I am always open to any plot or character ideas. If I choose to use the idea, I will give you complete credit. Here we go!
Disclaimer- I do not own High School Musical.
Chapter 1- Alone
I was at my new house making dinner for me and my mom. She was out looking for a place to work and I figured the least I could do was make her a nice dinner. She's done so much for me.
Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!
My home phone rings.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Is this the Montez residence?" the woman asks.
"Yes, may I ask who's calling?" I asked.
"This is Mary from Albuquerque Hospital. Your mother has just been in an accident. And we are sorry to say, but she passed on the way to the hospital." Mary explained.
Tears started to roll down my cheeks. "We are deeply sorry Miss Montez." Mary said. She hung up a few seconds after. I didn't know what to do, I had to go to the hospital, but how? I didn't have the car, and I don't know my way around town. Oh well, I'm just going to have to walk and find my way there sometime.
I grabbed my sweatshirt and slipped it on. I walked out the door crying harder every step I took. I eventually just fell to the ground and just started bawling. Not caring who saw.
With Troy, Chad, and Taylor across the street-
"Oh my god! Chad! Look!" Taylor said as she pointed to Gabriella lying on the sidewalk across the street crying.
"Dude, let's check it out." Chad said. Troy and Taylor followed. Taylor got there first though.
"Hi." She said. I looked up and saw a girl and two guys looking down at me. The girl knelt down. "I'm Taylor." She said.
"Gabriella." I managed to get out.
"And this is Chad and Troy." Taylor said motioning to the guys kneeling down beside her.
"Great, now you guys think I'm nuts." I said wiping some tears away.
"No, we don't." Taylor said.
"What's wrong?" Troy asked me. I looked into his blue eyes.
"I need to get to the hospital, do you know where it is?" I asked him. I couldn't believe I was telling complete strangers.
"Yea, come on, we'll show you." He said as he stood up. He reached his hand down and helped me up. I followed them as I began to see each of their personalities shine through a little.
I continued to wipe fresh tears running down my cheeks. Taylor was walking beside me.
"Care to tell what's going on?" she asked me. I seriously thought about it. I nodded.
"I just moved here two days ago. I was making dinner while my mo maws out looking for a j-job…." I explained. I was surprised at myself for telling people that I only met a few minute before what had just happened. But I felt something about them. Like they were there for me. It was a confusing feeling as I continued on…
"…m-my mom was in a c-car accident. Th-the lady said th-that she d-di-died in th-the ambulance." I said very quietly. But Taylor must've heard me because she hugged me.
"Dude, did you hear the last part?" Chad whispered to Troy. He shook his head, he didn't. After me crying a fresh batch of tears, we finally arrived at the hospital. I walked to the front desk.
"Theresa Montez." I said. The lady gave me an apologetic look.
"Let me call the doctor so you can go back and see her." The lady said. I just nodded. I turned around to go sit in the waiting room when I found Troy, Chad, and Taylor standing behind me.
"You guys really don't have to stay." I said quietly.
"Well, you're stuck with us." Chad piped up. I smirked a little. I smiled as I sat down with them in the waiting room. I hadn't gotten a good look at any of them until we sat down. More of their personalities showed as well.
Taylor was pretty and she seemed really smart. She seems really peppy and bright. All of them are nice too.
Chad definitely had the hair goin' on. I've never seen an afro the large before. He seemed witty and very funny.
I looked at Troy as he was talking to Chad. Gosh, his smile could kill! He had the bluest eyes I have ever seen and he was really nice as well. He struck me as a popular type, but not cocky. He always seemed proud, but didn't gloat.
"Gabriella Montez?" The nurse called. I stood up and looked at Taylor who gave me a small smile as I followed the nurse.
"It's good that you came because we needed someone to tell us it is her." She said. I nodded as she opened the doors. Walked quickly to the bed her lifeless body was sitting in.
"I love you so much mom." I said as I hugged her body. It almost felt as if her presence was there. I heard her voice in my head.
"I never left sweetie." It said. It sounded like her. "Everything is taken care of. You can stay in the house y yourself. I want you to go to school, and make friends. I want you to be happy." She said. I smiled. I couldn't hear her voice anymore. I never would again. After saying a late goodbye, I walked out to the waiting room to fine Troy sitting there.
"Where'd the others go?" I asked his as we walked out the door.
"They had to leave. They told me to tell you that they're sorry they couldn't stay." He said.
"No need to be sorry." I said. Troy finally knew what happened because Taylor explained.
"So, where are you going to go to school?" he asked me.
"I think the name is East High." I said. It sounded more like a question.
"That's where I go, Taylor and Chad too." He said as he put his hands in his pockets.
"Well, at least I'll know someone." I said. Troy looked at his watch.
"If you want, I can give you a tour now. Of the school." He said.
"That would be nice, but don't they lock the doors?" I asked him.
"Well, my dad is they gym teacher, he has keys. I need to get them from him though." He said.
"Your dad'll let you take the keys to the school whenever you want?" I asked him.
"No, but I'm sure he'll make this and exception." He said. We started to get deeper into conversations and all the uneasiness went away. He stopped in front of a huge house.
"Come on." He said as he opened the door for me. I debated but walked in. It was a really nice house. Similar to mine, but yet different.
"Come on, he's probably in his study." Troy said I followed him as he knocked on the door.
"Come in!" I heard a man say. We walked in and Mr. Bolton looked up from his paper work.
"Ah, Troy, who's this?" he asked.
"Dad, this is Gabriella. Gabriella, this is my dad." He said I shook Mr. Bolton's hand.
"I heard something about a new student. Will you be attending East High?" he asked me.
"Yes sir." I replied.
"Yeah, dad, about that, can I use your keys? I was gonna show her around the school before she starts." Troy said. Troy's dad threw him his keys.
"Thanks dad." He said.
"Thank you Mr….." I trailed off, I never figured out his last name.
"Bolton. But call me Jack out of school." He said.
"Will do Jack." I said. "Thanks again." I said as Troy and I walked out of the room.
"As well Gabriella!" he called after us.
"Well, I think I can honestly say that he actually likes you." Troy said as we started walking to my new school.
"What?" I asked.
"Well, usually, he's not quite as, uh, perky as that when it comes to meeting new people." He said. I smiled.
"Well, I'm glad he likes me." I said.
It was sort of a long walk to the school. It really stinks that I can't drive the car because it was totaled. (A/N: I'm pretty sure 'totaled' means that the car was destroyed and can't be fixed. If not, then sorry, but that's what her car is.;))
"Wow." I whispered as I walked through the front doors of East High. It was so quiet except for the sound of Troy locking the doors behind us.
"Big isn't it?" he asked me.
My eyebrows went up in astonishment. "You can say that." I said.
"What grade are you in?" he asked me.
"Tenth." I answered.
"Me too, who's homeroom, do you know?" he asked me.
"No, I don't. I think I'm figuring that out when I come here. I think I'm coming tomorrow though." I said. All of a sudden I was nervous around him. I hope I don't start rambling.
"Well, my homeroom is the smallest, so you will probably end up there. That's this room right here." He said. I looked through the window on the door and saw a mini-stage in there. He must've seen my reaction…
"She's the drama teacher." He said.
"I never had a drama teacher before." I said.
"To me, it's the most boring class ever." He said. I giggled. "It's the second most interesting classroom though." He added.
"And what is the first?" I asked.
"We'll save the best for last." He said smiling. There it is, the mile that probably makes every girl in the school melt.
It took him 15 minutes just to give me a basic tour of the school.
"Now where is this 'most interesting classroom'?" I asked him.
"You're standing in it." He said. We were standing in the gym.
"You call this a classroom?" I asked. I saw him run out of the gym for a minute. Is it me, or is he kinda odd?
"Yes." He said as he came back in with a basketball in his hand.
"To me, it is. And I'm not just saying that because my dad's the teacher of this wonderful room." He said making an effortless basket.
"Then why is it a wonderful classroom?" I asked him.
"My dad brought me up here every chance we got and taught me basketball." He said as he made two more baskets. That explains why he's making every shot!
"So you play basketball?" I ask. I kick myself shortly after. Of course he does! Stupid question!
"Yep." He said. A silence fell over us as I sat down and watched him making basket after basket.
He was practicing. Not showing off like I've seen some other sports players do whenever a girl is watching. You can tell he enjoys it, that he gets a thrill from playing it. He tossed the basketball on the other side of the room and helped me up.
"Ready?" he asked me. I nodded. I had forgotten about my mom. Gosh! How could I forget about my mom! I'm so heartless! I continued bashing myself for a while as we continued the somewhat long walk home.
We got into a game of 20 questions. I would ask hi ma question, and he would ask me one….
"Ok, what's your favorite color?" I asked him.
"Red." He answered. "Yours?" he asked me.
"Rainbow." I said. He gave me a weird look. "What?" I asked.
"Rainbow isn't a color, it's a bunch of colors." He said.
"Well, it's my favorite colors than." I said. "Do you have a big family?" I asked. I felt sadness wave over me as I waited for him to ask me the same question.
"I have one little sister, that's it." He said. He decided not to ask the same question to her. "Do you play any sports?" he asked me. Was relieved that he didn't ask that dreaded question.
"Are you kidding me?! With my hand/eye coordination, I would make whatever team I was on, lose." I said.
"You can't be that bad." He said.
"Ah, but that is where you are wrong." I said. We finally got to my house.
"Well, this is my house." I said. 'My empty house.' I said to myself.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow than." He said. I nodded.
"Thanks." I said.
"For what?" he asked me.
"For being there for a complete stranger." I said before walking to my door.
"Your welcome!" he called after me. I watched as he walked to his house which was a few houses down from mine. I couldn't help but smile as I walked into the house. But the smile quickly faded as I began crying on the sofa in the dining room. All of a sudden, I felt alone again.