Novel & Cerita Troy Bolton Girlfriend

She formally greets. “Hey beautiful,I’m Tory”He introduces stretching his hands towards her. “I’m Amelia”She utters before shaking him. “Well I must say your name is also beautiful like you”He commented with a smirk on his face. “Well thanks”She blushes at his comment. “So are you here alone?”He suddenly asked. Amelia was about to respond when a voice cut her off from behind. “She came with her boyfriend”A voice utters with anger laced in the tone.

Troy’s voice reverberated inside the elevator. “It’s Black, you asshole! Let’s not start talking about who’s a slut and who’s not. You’re not exactly a saint, Troy. Don’t fucking talk to me like I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing!” “Who’s Emily?” Reese asked Russo. “Drake’s girlfriend,” he answered and Cleo gasped. “You have a girlfriend?” she asked Drake and he finally let go of Troy and turned to look at her. “It’s complicated …”

It was during that gathering that Charlie and Taylor were met with an unexpected surprise. While they were eating, Tristan arrived, bringing a girl. “Hey guys! Congrats!” Tristan greeted the team. “Thanks, Tristan!” “Glad you loved the game!” Then Tristan walked up to Charlie and Taylor, hand-in-hand with the girl. “Charlie, Taylor, this is Annie. My girlfriend,” Tristan said. “Girlfriend?” the couple said in unison.

She sounded nicer than her arrogant boyfriend. ‘Ntombi is Tebogo’s girl and Carol is Mark’s.’ ‘Nice to meet you guys.’ I said shyly. ‘Same here.’ Carol said. ‘So, you are Billy’s new girlfriend?’ ‘Not really, we are just friends.’ ‘Oh okay. You will be. Billy’s ‘just friends’ always turn into more than friends. No wonder his relationships don’t last’

I responded, thinking he called me. ‎ ‎"No, darling," he said, "I'm not calling you. My girlfriend is Kourtney over here." ‎ ‎Everyone, including myself, froze. "Kourtney and I have been together for a few weeks now, and we're considering taking things to the next level, you know, a man's gotta settle." ‎ ‎I was too stunned to speak. I stood there like a water fountain fixed to a spot, my eyes wide open like I'm in a scary movie. The saliva in my mouth dried up, and I felt like my throat was burning.

I shook my head and held his hand. "A-Abigail," I smiled at him genuinely and put my toga cap on his head. "I love you, Troy. And this time, let's be official." "You're really my girlfriend now?" I smirked. "Why do you want me to become your wife?" I joked, but with that word, my heart fluttered when he suddenly kneeled down and handed me a red box. Other students gathered in our circle and gasped when they saw us. When Troy opened the box, I couldn't help but cry in too much joy.

As they were about to go, Chrystn said, "Is that Mellow?" Ethan looked, but Chrystyn grabbed her, "Don't let yourself be seen." Ethan peeked and saw Mellow talking with someone. "Who is that?" Chrystyn said. "I have no idea." "I guess she has a boyfriend but doesn't want to tell us." As they looked closer, Ethan knew who it was. "It's Troye." "Are you sure?" Chrystyn asked and peeked more. "It is indeed Troye. But why are Mellow with him? And why is she talking with him when she knows that we hate that guy?"

I laughed at the thought. "You're right," Troy laughed as well. "Anyways, I hope that your relationship with Alyn will remain strong." "Thanks!" I smiled. "You? Don't you have a girlfriend?" He nodded, "None." "What the heck? You're handsome, kind, athletic, know how to cook, charming and sweet. How come you still don't have a girlfriend?" I poked his side, "Are you waiting for someone?" He chuckled, "No. Hmm, I like someone but she already has a boyfriend, so maybe I'll just move on."

Once we reached the still-closed gate, Troy began to speak. "This woman is indeed my girlfriend. We've gotten closer in the past few months. It's true that we are getting engaged. As for the question of when we will get married, just wait for our announcement. That's all. My girlfriend is not feeling well; she needs to rest." A security guard opened the gate, and after we entered, the gate was closed again. Troy no longer paid attention to the reporters' questions, which were still audible from inside. "Troy! What on earth? Why did you say that I am your girlfriend?" I snapped once we were inside.

My hands trembled as I picked it up. “Read it. Out loud.” I swallowed. “This agreement states that Blake Monroe will act as Ethan Blackwood’s girlfriend for a duration of three months, in exchange for the sum of thirty million dollars, to be paid upon successful completion of the arrangement.” I dropped the paper. He watched me with that damn smirk. “Well?” I stared at him. “Are you completely out of your f**king mind?”