Hey Guys! Heres another chapter. It might be the last one till about June-ish as exams start soon, and I won't be have time to write much. Hopefully I'll have this finished by the end of the summer, and I already have an idea for my next story.
Big shout out to my new beta, Becka (kwacceber) who has been extremely helpful. I'm sure you are all away at my inability to spell or use proper grammar, but Becka is awesome and will be putting a stop to that pronto.
"So you're meeting his parents?" Lottie asked excitedly, flipping through the magazine which lay in front of her.
Gabriella nodded excitedly, folding a few sweaters before placing them in her case, "Yeah, I'm really nervous though. He's told them I'm a gym teacher."
Lottie burst into giggles "You! A gym teacher!"
"I know right. Seriously sometimes I think he doesn't own a brain." the brunette smiled zipping shut her case. "How is Ryan?"
The blond shrugged, turning another glossy page.
Gabriella bit her lip, before sitting next to Lottie on the bed. "I know your having trouble."
Lottie's head snapped up "Who told you?" she asked, tension running through her eyes.
"Taylor..." admitted Gabriella.
"Geesh does that girl not know the meaning of secrets or something."
Gabriella smiled sympathetically "Do you wanna talk about it?"
"Not particularly..." sighed Lottie looking up at Gabriella "It's not like I love him or anything."
Gabriella's leg began to vibrate, the shock causing her to swear loudly. Pulling out the phone she pressed the green button placing it next to her ear.
"Hello?" she spoke into the phone, smiling at the voice on the other end.
"Yeah I'm packed. Just sitting here with Lottie." she smiled at the blond.
"No Troy I can carry my own suitcase," she rolled her eyes.
"Yes, I'm sure. Is the coast clear." she sat on her bed next to the old battered suitcase she'd borrowed from some random kid. She didn't want the Bolton's to be suspicious, and she was sure they would be if a assistant gym teacher earning $6 an hour turned up with Louis Vuitton luggage.
"Okay I'll be down in five minutes." she ended the call, smiling at her friend.
"Well..." she spoke raising her arms then dropping them.
Lottie smiled at her hopping off the bed to give her a hug "Have fun, don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Gabriella giggled "So I'm pretty much allowed to do everything right!" she teased.
"That's my girl," smiled Lottie pulling back "I'll miss you G."
"You too Lottie," she lifted the suitcase off the bed "Call me if you need anything," her voice suddenly grew serious.
"Will do. Have fun." she smirked, waving goodbye as Gabriella left the dorm room.
Troy leaned against his beat up ford, in a simple white t-shirt and black jeans watching her make her way over. He smirked behind the aviators he was wearing, God he wanted to kiss her but it was definitely too risky.
Their cover story was he was simply taking her to the airport, as he was heading there himself. It seemed innocent enough, and no-one seem to suspect anything. Gabriella wondered how anyone possibly passed any exams at St Edwards Prep. They were all completely oblivious to everything.
He didn't say a word to her as she stopped in-front of him, but he silently noted how they were dressed remarkably similar, her in a loose white slouchy t-shirt which hung off her shoulders and a pair of black jeans.
Walking round the car, he opened the trunk, lifting her suitcase into the compartment. She simply studied him as he retrieved a red hoodie tossing it to her discreetly, knowing she was cold just by how she bit the inside of her cheek.
She smirked at him as he opened the passenger door for her. So far not one word had been uttered, and she just stared straight ahead until she felt his presence beside her, and heard the car door slam.
Looking to her left, she watched him remove his sunglasses and clip them to the front of his shirt, before checking all his mirrors. He caught sight of her staring, and returned the gaze.
The engine was on but he made no effort to pull away "Hey," he finally greeted watching as a small smile played on her lips.
"Hey," she returned, before pulling on the hooded sweater, zipping it halfway.
"It's about an hours drive to my house," he pulled out of the parking space, hearing the gravel crunch beneath the wheels "So you can sleep or whatever."
"No I'm perfectly fine like this," her eyes never left his face.
"If you say so." he smirked, before reaching out and taking her hand, which was just hanging limply by her side. He entwined their fingers before turning his face back to the road as they pulled out of the school.
After about five minutes of solid driving, he spoke up again "I'm glad your coming."
She rubbed her thumb over his knuckles staring down at their linked hands "Me too."
The sky was turning a light red by the time he pulled up outside the small four-bedroom house he called home. Turning to his right, a smile fell to his lips as he saw his sleeping girlfriend. Slowly he reached over, running his thumb over her lips.
"Ella...wake up. We're here."
She gave a little moan at being disturbed, shifting in the seat as her eyelids began to open. She suppressed a moan, her fingers reaching out to open the passenger door.
He swiftly opened the trunk, lifting out the case before placing them at their feet. Smiling, he wrapped his arms around his girlfriend, nuzzling his face into her neck. She closed her eyes, breathing in his intoxicating scent.
"You ready?" he whispered, after placing a tender kiss on her lips.
"Not particularly," she smiled, linking her hand with his "But it's now or never."
He pulled a face "That;s a rather cheesy line."
She smirked, before grabbing the handle on her suitcase "I guess you just have that effect on me."
He rolled his eyes playfully leading her down the small driveway towards the door. Before they even reached it the door swung open and Lucille Bolton appeared on the doorstep.
"Troy!" she called, pulling her son into a tight hug "I've missed you."
"Mom," Troy whined, pulling away.
"And you must be Gabriella," she cooed, turning to the brunette and pulling her into a light hug "I would say I've heard lots about you, but I didn't know till two weeks ago you even existed."
"It's nice to meet you Mrs Bolton." Gabriella smiled shyly, as she felt Troy squeeze her hand with encouragement.
"Call me Lucille please. Troy why don't you take yours and Gabriella's bags up to your room and I'll make you both a snack
"TROY!" a voice called from within the house and suddenly Lily burst around the corner, into her brothers awaiting arms "You're back!"
"Yes I am Lils, did you miss me?"
She nodded her head furiously "Dylan doesn't do the voices in the story books."
Troy feigned Horror as he placed her down on the floor "Oh no! However have you coped," he joked, causing the six year old to burst into giggles. Suddenly she stopped, staring wide eyed at the stranger, she moved quickly behind Troy's leg.
"Lily, I'd like you to meet my friend Gabriella," Troy spoke quietly, stepping out the way so the little girl was not hidden, causing her to wave shyly at the brunette.
Gabriella gave a little wave. "Hi Lily."
"Lily why don't you go play in the garden?" suggested Lucille, pushing her daughter lightly towards the back door "There's a good girl. The kitchen's this way Gabriella." she smiled nicely before walking through into the small area, Gabriella following.
"How old are you Gabriella?" Lucille asked politely as she retrieved two plates from one of the cupboards.
"Se...Nineteen," Gabriella corrected quickly, breathing relief when Lucille appeared to not have noticed.
"And Troy said you worked at the school, as a Gym assistant right?"
The brunette nodded, taking a seat at the table as Lucille began to butter bread "Yes but only part time a few days of week. The rest I'm at collage," she explained the well rehearsed line her and Troy had decided would be her cover story.
"Oh and what are you studying?"
"Umm...well...I'm kinda in between majors right now." Gabriella bluffed, running her fingers through her hair.
"Ahhh a girl who hasn't made up her mind yet, nothing wrong with that. Cheese okay sweetie?"
"Yes thank you Lucille."
The pair heard the thuds coming down the stairs, and the next thing Troy appeared in the kitchen doorway "Hey Ma, what'cha making?" he asked, slipping into the seat beside Gabriella.
"Cheese sandwich if that's all right with you. So how long have you two been an item?"
"Two months," Troy smiled staring intently at Gabriella, who blushed slightly before keeping her gaze on the plate which had just been slid in front of her.
"Ah right," she studied the pair intently. "You spoken to Candace Troy?" She didn't want to bring up Troy's ex in case it caused Gabriella to become uncomfortable, but she knew it needed to be talked about.
Troy shook his head, biting into the sandwich "She won't return my calls. I'm glad she's out my life, but I want to know about the baby, you know?"
Gabriella reached across the table, taking his hand in hers and running her thumb across his knuckles soothingly. Lucille watched the interaction out of the corner of her eye with a small smile on her face.
A loud bang sounded through the house, announcing the arrival of Troy's younger brother. Dylan sauntered into the kitchen greeting his mom with a simply "Hey" before turning to the couple.
"Whoa Troy whose the hottie?" he asked, causing Gabriella to blush slightly. She didn't even know why. After all the kid was only fifteen.
"Dyl, this if Gabriella, my girlfriend."
"Dude!" the younger boy raised his hand for a high five excitedly, but Troy simply looked at him before shaking his head. Gabriella stifled a giggle, fascinated with how the brothers acted with one another.
"I'm thinking you've been hanging round with the wrong people at school Dyl."
The younger boy simply shrugged, giving his mother a kiss on the cheek as she handed him a sandwich. "Is dad home yet?"
"No hun, he's on a late shift tonight. Troy's father's a policeman Gabriella."
"Yes I know, Troy told me. I think he's rather proud of him." the girl giggled as she teased Troy.
Troy rolled his eyes, picking up his and Gabriella's plates and placing them in the sink "Come on El, we better unpack before mom gets out the baby pictures." he took her hand, calling a goodbye to his mom as he led the girl upstairs.
"Your family are nice," she smiled sitting down on the bed in Troy's bedroom "Wish I could say the same about your room."
"Ummm yeah," grinned Troy scratching the back of his neck. His bedroom was basically a shrine to the high-school version of himself, and not how a usual twenty-two year old would decorate. His walls were painted bright red, with wildcats emblazoned in white on wall. Surrounding the word were tons of pictures of Troy, some of him playing basketball, others with friends and many with his family. The facing wall held four shelves, three of which were crammed with trophies, the other just books and the occasional picture as well as a CD-player and a small stack of CDs.
Shaquille O'Neil and Kobe Bryant were plastered on a few surfaces in action poses, and the red and white comforter on his bed was ridden with basketball shaped cushions.
Gabriella giggled as she inspected some of the photos stuck on his wall "I never knew you liked basketball this much," she teased, her eyes fixing on a newspaper clipping of Troy shooting a winning three pointer.
He shrugged, flopping down his bed lightly "In high school it was all I was I guess. Sure I got good grades, and was pretty popular, but my nickname wasn't hoops for nothing. Ninety percent of my free time was spent on the court." he sighed happily, as Gabriella lay down beside him, his arms automatically pulling her to his chest.
"So what first? Unpacking, or grand tour of my neighborhood?" he mumbled into her neck, closing his eyes with content.
"How about sleep," she murmured giving a slight yawn before she too closed her eyes.
"That sounds like an excellent idea," he replied tightening his arms around her.
"Troy, Gabriella?" Lucille called as she burst through the door five minutes later. She stopped at the sight of the two asleep on the bed, her eyes softening at the image.
"So glad she's not like Candace-" she smiled, before exiting the room, shutting the door behind her.
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