Yes! Another new story. This one is a 3-shot. so there will be two more chapters after this one. I hope yall like it.

Surprise Me.

Gabriella.

"14! Smile!" I yelled out to the LA Lakers star player. I held up my camera as he flashed me a smile. I took a couple quick shots and Bolton ran back down the court.

"Montez watch out!" I heard somebody yell before a basketball collided with my forehead. I fell backward and hit my head on the floor of the Staples Center.

"OOOOOH!" Everybody in the crowed yelled as the medic rushed over to me.

"Miss are you okay? Are you seeing spots?" The medic, shined a flashlight in my eyes.

"Jesus." I said pushing him away. "I'm fine. I've been hit with a basketball so many times I lost count. I'm fine." I sat up and rubbed my forehead. "just tell me if I'm going to have a big bruise."

The Medic cracked an ice pack and shook it up. "Just put this on your forehead and the swelling will go down." He put it on my forehead.

"Thank you." I said, getting up and walking back to the Media seats. I held my ice pack on my forehead as I checked my expensive camera for any damage.

"Damn. That was a hard hit." Kelsi, my co worker, and one of my best friends said as she sat next to me. "Good thing Bolton warned you. I think he has a thing for you."

"Please." I said, switching hands. "Bolton is full of himself."

Kelsi smiled. "That's why you always take his picture."

I rolled my eyes. "Because the media eats it up. They love him for some reason." I sat for a while with the ice pack on my face. I lifted it and showed Kelsi. "How does it look?"

"Better." She said, picking up her water bottle. "Are you doing the concert tomorrow night?"

I shook my head. "No, I have dinner with my sister. But I have the game next week, and the awards show."

"Oh, I'll see you at the awards show then." Kelsi got up and walked back over to the court.

Kelsi and I were two of the many photographers employed by the staples center. We were allowed to sell our work but they got a profit and they paid us so it evened out. I graduated from UCLA and got my job here. I loved taking pictures. When I was little I would go though 3 disposable cameras a month. Mom didn't really like it but my dad supported my hobby.

When I was going to make a career out of it they were both surprised. Mom wanted me to be a doctor, I got accepted into UCLA and I moved from Northern California and I made my way down here. I studied photography and business. Now I was making a name for myself. I've gotten calls from magazines to do shoots for them along with alot of other work.

I cleaned off my lens and walked back out to the floor. It was just about half time. I took a couple pictures as the energy moved to my side of the court. Bolton shot a lay up and scored. I stepped back as they got closer again. Danforth got fouled and they lined up for his free throws.

Troy Bolton was standing right next to me. "Your forehead looks better." He said, glancing at me. I ignored him and lifted my camera to take a picture of Danforth getting in his ready position. "Hello!" Troy called out putting his hand in front of my lens right as I was about to take a shot.

"What the hell Bolton? You blocked my shot." I said, putting my camera down. "And you got fingerprints on my lens." I mumbled, cursing him under my breath as I cleaned my lens again.

"The least you could do is say thank you for warning you about the basketball that hit you in the forehead. Montez, you don't have to be mean." He said, grabbing the ball and tossing it back to Danforth.

I scoffed. "I am not mean. I am nice, you should be thanking me. I make all your photo's look amazing." I gave him a glare and I took a couple pictures of Danforth. "But thank you." I said as the buzzer sounded for halftime.

"You are very welcome Montez." He said with a smile. "You look beautiful today." He winked as he walked away from me.

I rolled my eyes and walked along the sidelines to the middle of the court. The Laker Girls were coming out to do their usual half time performance. I took a couple of pictures of them and sat down at the press table to look though my pictures from today. I stopped at the picture of Bolton I took before I got hit with the basketball. He didn't look cocky or arrogant. He had a simple smile, his eyes were a bright magnetic blue. It was a fantastic picture. I would make a lot of money for a picture like this.

I got up to show Kelsi and I walked back toward the media section. I was looking down at the picture when somebody bumped into me. "Sorry" I said, looking up at Bolton. He just smirked at me. "Look at this picture I took. You actually look nice." I lifted up my camera to show him. He leaned down and took a closer look.

"I like it, you'll have to send it to me." Bolton said with a simple smile.

"I will" I said quietly, walking away from him. I walked up to Kelsi.

"Why is Bolton staring at your ass?" Kelsi asked.

I shrugged. "It wouldn't be the first time somebody stared at my ass." I sat next to her and showed her my camera. "Look, it's actually nice."

"He looks very nice." Kelsi said. "Are you gonna keep it?"

I shrugged. "I just might, you know. For my portfolio."

"For my portfolio, my ass. Gabs." Kelsi shook her head. "I think they just brought lunch. Do you want something?"

"Please." I said , looking up at her with a smile. I ignored her comment and kept scrolling through my photos.

Troy.

"So are you going to talk to her after the game?" Chad Danforth asked as we warmed up again at half time. "She's all you ever talk about. Montez said this. Montez said that. Montez has a nice ass."

I raised my eyebrows. "Watch it bro. That's my girl you're talking about."

"She's not even your girl! You haven't said more than three words to her at once." Chad said shooting the ball. "Just get her number after the game and ask her out. Come on Troy, take a shot"

I shook him off and focused on warming up. As the way game proceeded I kept stealing glances at Montez. We were pretty much on last name basis. I saw her friend taking pictures near me and I ran over to her. "Hi." I said, smiling at her.

She looked startled that I was even talking to her. "Uh, Hello?"

"How are you?" I asked, as we went on time out. I pretended to stretch as I was talking to her.

"I'm fine." She said.

"Do you think she would go out with me?" I asked her.

She looked confused. "Who?"

"Montez." I looked over at Montez who was compulsively cleaning her lens. "She's beautiful."

A small smile appeared on the girls face. "You totally like Gabriella."

"Who?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes at me. "Montez."

"Gabriella." I said slowly, loving the way it just rolled off my tongue. "Do you think she'd go out with me?"

"I don't know. You'll have to ask her to find out." The girl said. "You're being summoned."

I looked up to see my coach calling me. "Hey. Thanks, red." She looked at me confused and I touched my hair as I walked back wards. She nodded and smiled at me before she walked across the gym.

"God Bolton, do you have to flirt with everybody?" Coach asked.

I shrugged. "Just getting good publicity."

Coach rolled his eyes. "Anyways.." We talked about game plan as the whistle blew.

The rest of the game went by pretty fast. We won 68-40. I was usually the first one off the court but I decided to take my time today. People with video camera were interviewing me. I did a couple of interviews and I saw Gabriella packing up her bag. I excused myself and walked over to her.

"Hey." I said, standing behind her.

She jumped up and looked at me. "Hey Bolton. What's up?"

"Nothing, I just I wanted to know if I could get your number." My hands were shaking. God, I was nervous. I'm never nervous. "You know, so I could get a hold of you about that picture."

She raised her eyebrow at me and then turned back to her bag. "Here's my card. You're just getting one so don't lose it." Her face was serious, I couldn't tell if she was joking or not. She placed it in my hand.

"I won't lose it. I'll give you a call soon." I said, looking down at the card, flipping it over. "And I wasn't being an ass earlier. You really do look beautiful today." I got my confidence back and sent her a smile. "I'll see you later Gabriella." I walked back toward the locker room with a smile on my face.

I walked into the locker room and put Gabriella's card in a safe place. I took a quick shower and got dressed. I walked out of the locker room to my car. I pulled out of the parking garage, it was dark outside. I saw Gabriella waiting outside. I pulled up to her. "Bolton." She acknowledged.

"Hey Gabriella, do you need a ride?" I looked at her.

"I think Kelsi already left and I was about to call a cab. It's fine." She said pulling out her phone.

"Let me give you a ride." I said, unlocking the car door. "Get in."

She shook her head. "It's fine really. I'll just wait."

"Please, get in the car. It's cold and were in LA at night. Waiting here alone is not the wisest thing to do." I said, she sighed and walked around to the car. I celebrated inwardly. She got in the car and put her hands in her lap after buckling up. "Where am I taking you?"

"North Hollywood." She said looking around the car. "I know it's a little far, I'll give you gas money." She pulled out her camera.

"No need." I said, hopping on the freeway. "How long have you been a photographer?"

"A couple years now. I just graduated from UCLA. I've done a couple spreads for magazines while I've worked for the staples center." She looked through her pictures. "The best pictures I take, are of you."

"Really? I'd like to see them." I said, driving along the freeway.

She looked through her camera. "Yeah, maybe I'll show you one day." She said distractedly.

"Gabriella?" I asked, looking forward.

"Yeah?"

"Would you go on a date with me?" I said boldly.

She fumbled with her camera then looked up at me. "You're joking right?"

"No."

Gabriella's forehead wrinkled. "Um, what would we do?"

"I could cook, or we could go out to a restaurant." I offered.

"I'll go out with you, only if you cook me something." She said with a small smile. She turned off the camera and put it in the case. "What are you going to cook me?"

I chuckled to myself. I tired to stifle a yawn. "What do you like?"

"I like Carbs. Pasta. Pizza. Cheeseburgers. Everything unhealthy." She blushed a little bit. "Surprise me."

I nodded my head. "I will. How does Saturday sound?"

"It's perfect. Are you going to pick me up or should go to your house?" She leaned back and touched the door handle. "Exit here." She pointed to the exit coming up.

"I think we should do it at my house. I can come get you, if that's easier." I exited the freeway. Gabriella showed me where to go and I pulled up to her apartment.

"Thank you for the ride. I really appreciate it." She leaned over and kissed my cheek gently. "I'll see you on Saturday." She grabbed her camera bag and got out of the car.

"I'll probably talk to you before. Goodnight Gabriella." I smiled at her as she shut the door. I rolled down the window.

She smiled at me. "Goodnight Troy."

Gabriella.

Troy fucking Bolton just asked me out on a date. I almost literally shit myself. I needed to call somebody, who could I call? I lived alone in my apartment so I had nobody here. Kelsi ditched me so I was mad at her. Taylor is in El Salvador, studying abroad. I had nobody. I guess I could call my sister.

She's probably sleeping though. I sighed to myself. I heard my phone ring and I pulled it out of my pocket. I furrowed my eyebrows at the strange number. "Hello?" I answered it hesitantly.

"Hey Gabriella." His melodious voice echoed in my ear.

A small smile crept on my face. "You just can't get enough of me, can you Bolton?"

"No, I cannot." He replied as I started taking off my work clothes. "What are you doing?"

"Changing." I said without even thinking. "You're not supposed to be talking and driving at the same time Bolton. You could get a ticket."

"I'm two blocks away from my house. But it's cute that you worry about me." He said, I groaned in frustration. "I live about 15 minutes away from you actually."

"That's nice." I said, fumbling with my bra clasp. I dropped the phone. "Shit!" I cursed, taking off my bra. And pulling a t-shirt over my head. "Sorry, I dropped the phone."

Troy chuckled. 'It's alright." I heard a car door shut and his car lock. "What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Working, editing some pictures. Trying to make your head not look so big." I joked. "Then I'm having dinner with my sister." I sighed.

"Why the sigh? You're not excited to spend quality time with your sister?" He said. "Hi Bullet. I know. Daddy missed you too." I heard a bark and I giggled quietly. "You laughing at me Montez?"

I bit my bottom lip to keep me from laughing again. "Yes I am Bolton. And there is nothing you can do about it." Troy chuckled and I could tell he was shaking his head. "So you have a dog?"

"Three actually." Troy said, I raised my eyebrows. "Bullet is a chocolate lab, Chunk is a bulldog and Bear is a Husky."

"I love doggies. I can't wait to meet them." I gushed. "I wish I could have a billion puppies but I don't have the time, patience or money for them. Or space actually. I barely fit in this tiny apartment."

"It didn't look that small from the outside."

"I know. But I have a lot of stuff, I'm a stuff girl. I don't hoard or anything. I just have all my camera's and clothes and shoes… Well you get the point. Sorry, when I'm tired I just tend to ramble on and on about nothing." I said with a giggle.

"I don't mind." I heard the smile on his face. "So, what are you wearing?"

I laughed. "Troy, don't be a pervert."

"I'll tell you what I'm wearing." Troy offered.

"Fine. If you have to go first." I said, smirking to myself.

Troy chuckled, "That's fine with me. I am currently wearing a pair of grey Calvin Klein Boxers."

I waited for him to say something else but he didn't. "That's it?" I felt my mouth go dry. Imagining him in just boxers was… ooh. I felt a shiver go down my spine. I shook out of it.

"Yep." He said simply.

I bit my lip. "Fine. I am wearing an old high school t-shirt. It's orange and it has a big paw print on it. I am also wearing… panties." I felt my cheeks flush. I hated that word, but I didn't know what else to call them. "And socks." I said quickly. "so my feet don't get cold."

"That's it?" He mocked me.

I scoffed at him. "What do you mean 'that's it' I have more clothes on than you do."

"you're right, you're right. You do have too many clothes on." He said huskily.

I felt another chill, followed by heat. It felt like the room was way too hot. I pulled my shirt off then I realized that's what he wanted. "Shit." I said to myself.

"What?" Troy asked, amused.

I was about to reply, but I figured two can play that game. "Oh nothing. I just took my shirt off and it got a bit… nippy." Oh god, Gabriella. What the hell are you doing? "If you know what I mean." I slapped myself in the forehead with my palm. So stupid.

Troy cleared his throat. "Mm, well."

I winced at myself and let out a big fake yawn. "Oh, boy. I'm tired."

"Oh… I should let you go then." Bolton said, sounding kind of disappointed? Maybe. "I'll text you tomorrow."

"Alright. Sleep well, Troy." I said.

"Oh I will" He mumbled. "Goodnight, Gabriella."

I hung up and put my phone on the charger. "Shit, he already got me out of my clothes and he's not even here." I said to myself before rolling over, covering myself up with the blanket.