A/N: I first got the idea for this story after I was a trailer for The Virgin Suicides. After watching the complete movie I decided I wouldn't base this fic exactly on the plot, but touch on some underlying issues. I hope you enjoy it and r & r.
Gabriella Montez - smart, sassy, beautiful, elegant, mysterious...indescribable.
Troy Bolton could think of a million and one words to label her yet all of them seemed to be an understatement. He didn't think anyone in his entire school could describe Gabriella...she was a complete and utter mystery.
She had arrived at East High the year before for ambiguous reasons not one East High gossip monger could discover. She was quiet, yet could speak her mind if need be. S he had an innocent beauty which was unlike any other Troy had ever encountered, and she had shot straight up to top of the class after her first month at East High. She had a strict, religious mother and no other known relations.
The whole school knew all these facts about Gabriella yet Troy wanted to know more; he wanted to get to know her and fill in the puzzle which always mystified him.
"So Hoops...do you wanna set up a workout during free period?" Troy's best friend, Chad Danforth, curiously asked his captain who was more occupied with other thoughts.
"Yeah...sure." Troy dumped his books in his locker not really listening.
"God dude...you've got to stop this..."
Troy frowned at his friend, "Stop what?"
"Your obsession with Gabriella Montez..." Chad replied seriously and Troy tried to laugh this unnerving comment off.
"Obsession? I don't think so..."
"All you do is talk of her, or you're staring at her or you completely blank out. It's not healthy." Chad tried to joke and Troy merely shook his head.
"There's just something about her...I know it...I'm gonna talk to her."
"Oh no you don't. She'll just ignore you like she does everybody else. Besides, she's little miss perfect what could you be missing?"
Troy had to disagree. Gabriella was definitely missing a piece to her 'perfect' puzzle.
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Doctor Martin Roberts had been a professional psychologist for over 30 years now and so, approaching his 55th birthday he had seen his fair share of intriguing cases. Yet none so more intriguing as his youngest patient, who he had been seeing for a year, was.
"Good afternoon Gabriella...how's your week been?"
He settled himself comfortably in his familiar chair motioning for the seventeen year old to sit opposite him.
"As good as can be expected."
Martin looked up from his clipboard, eyeing the attractive young girl's features. She looked calm, complacent and he could easily tell she didn't want to be here. Hell, she never wanted to be here. Yet behind her cold, brown eyes was a sadness which the doctor could tell was eating her up inside.
"How've you been feeling lately?"
"Like shit...that's what you want to hear right?" She shot back, folding her arms and the doctor barely flinched. This was why Gabriella fascinated him. She could be so quiet and give nothing away then snap back with so much emotion you'd wonder where it came from.
"No, I want to hear what you've got to say."
"You want to hear because my mother will overpay you to deal with me so she doesn't have to."
"Did you fight with your mother again this week?"
It wouldn't be a surprise if Gabriella said yes. Her mother, he had perceived, was a very strict, controlling woman and Gabriella seemed to have a lot of pent up anger towards her.
"Is there a time when I don't with that bitch?"
"How about at school? Do you fight at school with anyone?"
"No...at school I don't talk to anyone."
"And why's that?"
"I'd rather be alone..."