It all started, with something new.
A new chapter of their lives, a new relationship, a new.. destiny awaits them.
It was winter, and snow was falling. The Christmas party was on, but not everyone was there. At least, the two protagonists were not.
Troy was the typical guy, not caring much for his school work. That was not how he fared on the basketball court, though. His speed was unmatched, his throwing technique made him a legend. And, he was the captain of the basketball team at Cat High, a high school in Los Angeles. That day, he was practising at a court near his lodge. His family was out on vacation, relaxing for the Christmas holidays.
'Troy, are we really here to play more basketball?' Mrs Bolton asked, annoyed.
Halting in his tracks, Troy faced his mother with an innocent grin. ' Yeah, I think so.' was what he replied.
'They have a teen's party downstairs. Now go shower up' . Her tone was authoritative, leaving no room for negotiation.
Heaving a sigh, Troy reluctantly pasked up his paraphernalia and left the court. It was turning out to be a bad Christmas for him, or so it seemed.
Meanwhile, Gabriella Montez was reclining against a sofa, engrossed in the tale her book offered. She was not one to mingle,socialize. She preferred a quiet place to spend her days, or, in this case, to read. Too bad her mother had to be here on a company errand. Else, there was no way Gabriella would be here.
'Gabby, are you still reading? The party's about to start.' Mrs Montez's voice was audible where Gabriella sat.
'But Mum, I want to finish my book. It's only..' She stopped. Her mum's reproving look meant her words were final. Gabriella had to go and join the party.
The protagonists, unwilling, made their way to the party that was held at the function room of the villa. There was singing, a lot of people chatting, and many more mingling. To Gabriella, it was just a cacophony of noises she could do without. Troy, on the other hand, wished he was still practising basketball.
Just then, the current song ended. The two singers walked down the platform, leaving the host to invite the next pair of singers.
'Now, who shall we ask?' His voice , amplified by the microphone, resounded across the room and drew everyone's attention. The spotlights began turning, turning.
'Alright! C'mon up guys!'
Troy and Gabriella were shone.
Gabby, who was reading in a corner, looked up, surprised. Troy was being pushed towards the platform by now. Then , someone came to invite Gabby to the centre.
For a moment, Gabby and Troy's eyes met. They turned away..Then the melody began playing....
(to be continued.. by high-class-guy)
