Author's Note: So, I really don't think there is any interest in this story, so I didn't write the rest of it like I had originally planed. But then I went to Florida because my grandmother just died, and was inspired to write some more of it in my journal, so I typed it up, and here it is. I hope that I get some interest in it this time. Please read and review.
Summary: When Gabriella E. Montez moves to Albuquerque because of her mother's sabbatical, she has no idea what is in store for her. Who is Troy A. Bolton, and why does Gabi feel like she's known him for all eternity, even though she's definitely never met him before? Is history bound to repeat itself as it is apt to do, or is something different this time? Based on Meg Cabot's Avalon High.
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East Avalon High
Balcony; Albuquerque, NM; 6:55 pm
Sorry about that, my mom called me down to dinner. But as I was saying, I was reassuring myself of my safety when I saw him. Or ay least, I thought I saw him. I mean, I was pretty sure that what I say wasn't a tree or bush or something, and it has a pretty human like form. I have no idea how he got there because the undergrowth was so thick, that it should have been impossible to get down there. Unless there was some sort of path that I missed. I decided to keep my eyes pealed for one on my way around. I didn't get a great look at him as I was running too quickly, but he didn't seem to be in any grave danger, so I kept on running, trying to put him out of my mind.
And I succeeded fairly well, if I do say so myself.
Especially because right around that moment, I left the woods, and was distracted by how bright everything was it. It took all of my focus to make sure I didn't run into anything as my eyes adjusted to the change in light.
And momentarily, the strange figure was put out of my mind.
Unfortunately, that didn't last.
Because soon after, every shadow, every play with the light that I saw looked like him. I could feel all my sense being hyper aware of everything that surrounded me. In many ways it was very off setting, and I didn't really know how deal with it.
I pumped my music louder.
It didn't help.
I ran faster.
My muscles loosened, as they had apparently tightened in fear.
Only this time, rather than feeling good, it hurt.
And as I grew closer to the arboretum, I could feel my heart race increase.
Because no matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise, I was genuinely curious, if not slightly worried for about him. I mean, what if he was dead? How horrible would that have been? Especially since I didn't immediately go to help him.
What if it was my fault he was dead?
Granted, due to my nerves I had forgotten that I had seen him sitting on a rock, and people don't tend to stay upright when they are dead, but that's beyond the point.
I slowed as I approached the area where I had spotted him, and peered through the undergrowth into the ravine…
…And saw nothing.
Just some bushes and rocks that were barely visible through the undergrowth.
I shook myself out of my reverie. It shouldn't have been that surprising that the ravine was deserted. Obviously, my mind invented this figure out of fear. Not that he was scary, mind you, but because I had already amped up my nerves.
No, this figure, which was obviously only a figment of my imagination, was simply the next step in the progression of my fear and nerves.
This declaration had both positive and negative repercussions. On one side, I was now no longer worried that I had neglected an injured or possibly dying human, bastardizing both myself and the human race by leaving him there to fend for himself, as it were.
Okay, that came out worse than I intended.
Anyway, the knowledge that I had not left him there was very comforting
However, once I got over my joy, I began to feel sorrow at the loss of a possible friend. For a few brief moments, I held hope that I might fond some form of comradary in that lone figure. It was, and is, a sign of just how distant and lonely I had become.
Don't get me wrong, I love my daily routine and all, but I do miss real social interactions.
And no, my mother's meal conversations do not count as social interactions.
She's more socially awkward that I am.
Not that that is saying much.
Actually, that's a lie. I'm not saying I was cool back in Annapolis, because I totally wasn't, but I wasn't a complete nerd either. I had a small group of friends, and we basically just stayed under the radar.
Which was totally and one hundred percent completely fine with me.
So, then, why was I so upset that this guy wasn't real?
I think, because in my heart, I knew what I had seen in the ravine was real…
Anyway, I finished up my run and was heading to my car when I saw him again.
He seemed to be in good health, so I breathed a sigh of relief. I took a moment to check him out, for the lack of a better term, and let me tell you, he is good looking. He has sandy brown hair that goes right down to his eyes. As I observed him through this follow tableaux, he kept trying to (nonchalantly, I might add) sweep it out of his face. It was adorable. (Hey, you have to let me be a little girly, right?) He was wearing jeans and a plain tee-shirt that fit him very snuggly. Obviously, he's the type that plays a lot of sports or works out a lot or something. I was impressed, and instantly attracted.
But I digress. After making sure that he wasn't in mortal peril, I took a look at his surroundings, and noticed that this time he wasn't alone.
He was with a guy and a girl. She had long blonde hair, a figure fit a model and clothes to match. She was also, I notices, very pink. This somehow, seemed very fitting. The other stranger was an African American yu who was very tall and lanky. He was wearing an East Avalon High varsity jacket, so I assumed that all three of them attended my future high school.
I also notice that the three of them didn't look entirely comfortable together. For whatever reason, there was tension in the air, and I didn't like it. It made me uncomfortable, and I wasn't even there.
No joke, it was that bad. I swear, they were emitting some sort of negative energy vibes.
But then she put her hand on his (my lone figure's) arm in what appeared to be a consoling gesture. It was simple and gentle, but had the desired affect. His previously furrowed brow smoothed, and some of the tension was lifted.
I was thankful.
It was at that moment that he caught my eye. His mouth quirked a bit into an almost smile. I might have blushed, though he gave no indication that he had noticed.
Once again, I was thankful.
I noticed something else. His eyes were a deep blue, both expressive and masked. They did, and still do intrigue me.
I smiled back.
And in that moment, everything changed.
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