Her raven locks spilled over her shoulder as she stood. Her sexy smirk on her face turned unamused as she wondered over to the back of the house. She rolled her eyes at her friends who were giggling loudly, already wasted. They were mumbling incoherent things as she sat down next to her best friend, Sharpay. She could already smell the strong smell of liquor radiating from her skin and clothes. The whole house smelled like sex and beer, the back of the house the place where the illegal substances stood. A guy's hand reached around her back casually and she took no notice to the invasion of privacy. It wasn't nothing she wasn't used to.
A boy who she didn't even know passed her a joint and she took it gratefully in her hands. It was time to relax.
She huffed a list of profanities as her mom rambled on about how she couldn't deal with the behaviors of her daughter. She had already sent her to New Mexico with her dad—what more could she do? The girl rolled her eyes at her mother's behavior. She was almost 19. She could do what she wanted.
Three months ago, her mother had sent her to New Mexico to live with her dad. Before you judge her, it was solely for the purpose she had to spend more time with her dad—or so that's what she thought. She hated him. It was his fault that their perfect family had been ruined; if anything, it was his fault she had turned out like this. She smiled bitterly at him, and had never spoken more than a few words to him since she landed three months ago. Quickly finding new friends, her life had adapted to New Mexico, quickly landing a spot in the social society at East High, her high school, and a reputation that was unforgettable.
She was Gabriella. She was the girl who had the dark hair and the bright red lips; the one with the saunter, the one with the posse that followed her around constantly, leaving other guys breathless. The one that slept around with guys just for shits and giggles. The one that had dares to go sleep with the hot guys a few years older than her and always got them. The one that wasn't addicted to alcohol and drugs, but did them anyway, just to prove a point that she could do whatever the hell she wanted to, whether someone told her or not.
But mostly, she was Gabriella, the girl that once had Troy Bolton. Someone that almost changed her and loved her so much that it hurt. And it did hurt. Enough to break her, anyway. She just couldn't hold her breath for someone to pick up those pieces anymore.
Prologue End Notes:
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He furrowed his eyebrows together.
"Something like that."
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