Disclaimer: I own nothing except for characters you don't recognize the names to.

Author: Madison B.

Length: 1,292

Chapters will hopefully become longer gradually.

Sorry for any gramatical errors. I don't think I my editor did a very good job by the way.

GABRIELLA'S POV

Where was he? Troy promised to meet me here over an hour ago. He can't not come, this is too important. And to add to my mood, they had given away our table, probably assuming I was some sad woman who had to make up a date. If I was to do that, I'd be smart enough to hire someone to do it, god.

Another half an hour passed and to be honest, I was fed up, so I left. Muttering incoherent swear words under my breath. He had stood me up! His girlfriend of four years! I could just stab his eyes out with a fork. Hey – that didn't sound like a bad idea... Excuse me, I have a great reason to be mad so don't judge me!

I soon found myself entering my condo. Yes, as a matter a fact, in Albuquerque they did have condos. I usually found myself in Troy's, but I wasn't going to go there today, no freakin' way. I'd always wondered why Troy hadn't made me moving in with him official, but today I was all but disappointed. I quickly took note of the cream walls I hadn't seen in a while. And my big HD television standing still. I looked at the carpet – I swear there used to be a giant stain. My piano was sitting in a corner, untouched. Dust had obviously gathered on top of it. I seriously felt bad. I was one of the lucky ones to land a condo here, yet I was barely ever in it, so I made a decision. Until Troy asked me to move in with him, I would sleep in my own bed.

I decided to call Sharpay, one of my best friends since kindergarten. She must know where Troy is, Zeke's always with Troy; as well as Chad.

"Hello?" I heard her sweet yet sassy voice greet me.

"Hey Shar," I responded in my sweet voice. Was I becoming cocky or what? "How've you been doing?"

"Oh hey Gabi, Everything's great," she said back in her cheerful voice, but the thing was, it sounded so fake.

I sighed, "Stop lying to me. Tell me what's wrong." She paused, probably debating on whether to tell me or not, "Please, you're my best friend."

"I'm not sure you want to know," she said, indicating it wasn't anything good, although I already knew that.

Pleading was the only way, I decided. "Shar, we took an oath in kindergarten. We promised each other we'd never keep secrets from one another."

"Yeah, I know, but—"

"Remember the time I told you about Warrant Miller III? When we were fifteen and you were about to go all the way with him, but I stopped you?"

"Yeah..." she responded quietly.

"Yeah, I saved you from getting the disease he had. The same one that nearly killed Kimi DeSalus, the one who had that promising career in modeling."

"..." Nothing sounded on the other line.

"Sharpay?" I asked, "You still there?" Nothing. She, my best friend had just hung up on me. "Ugh," I grunted under my breath, "screw you."

Then out of the blue, I got up to check my email. Maybe Sharpay wrote to apologize? Huh, I so totally wish. But I did have an email from my arch-nemesis Lauren McCallum. The red haired, green eyed, beautiful cheerleader who was after my Troy. I clicked on it to open it, obviously.

From: Lauren Jaime McCallum

To: Gabriella Elizabeth Montez

Hey Gabriella, this is Lauren, as you obviously know. LOL! Well, sorry, this is so know the time to be lol-ing. This is terrible news. In this email is an attachment of Troy and Brianna Cardinal making out. Then he took her upstairs. I know you know I like Troy, well not anymore. Even though I'm a cheerleader and automatically classified as a world class slut doesn't mean I'd ever destroy someone else's relationship. I'm sorry if you ever so me that way. Do you think we could ever be friends?

Write back please,

Lauren

I clicked on the video praying it was one of Lauren's childish games, but I was quickly proven wrong. Tears welled up in my eyes as I watched the full video, of my boyfriend and some slutty girl all. I gasped; this was what Sharpay was hiding from me. Troy's secret rendezvous with a cut blonde cheerleader. I kept pinching myself, praying I would wake up and see this was all a dream. No luck for me.

I considered calling Troy over politely, then screaming my head off at him. Nah, it was way too late. And my throat was all closed up because of my crying. Damn, I really need a baseball bat... Stupid Troy goes and throws away four amazing years we had together. And with the newly arrived surprise, my twenty year old self was handling way too much stress for one person. So I slept a long, painful sleep.

I woke up the next morning. Usually I woke up to seeing Troy staring at me. As though I were the most precious thing in his life. Like he couldn't live without me, there was no way. For some reason I could hear bacon sizzling on a pan and the smell of fresh pancakes. Was I that hungry? Oh well, I stood up and strode into my kitchen and was surprised at what I saw.

Troy, my cheating boyfriend wearing an apron and cooking breakfast. What the hell? He wasn't a very good cook but it sure looked like he had outdone himself this time. It was really hard to stay mad at him when he looked so damn fine with his wet shaggy hair, his bright blue eyes and his giant muscles. But all I had to do was think of the video. The video that had been the subject if my nightmare just the night before. I could quite possibly murder him with my own bare hands. Stupid guy.

He turned around and as soon as he saw me he smiled his brilliant smile that had made many fans faint or scream. For me though, it made me want to punch it right off his face. The bacon didn't even look good to me right now. I had a strange craving for pickles dipped in salsa. Yum...that thought made my tummy grumble. Troy seemed to grin even wider,

"You hungry, babe?" He asked in his amazing voice with a hint of teasing in it. No genius, my tummy rumbled because I'm so damn full. Man, if only I said that out loud, though if I did it would come out all wimpy and quiet. Darn my reserved self. When I was happy there was no shutting me up. Unlucky for you, I was usually always happy. When mad or sad I was so quiet. Good thing it made people want to hurt me, otherwise what use?

I once again looked at all the food he had prepared. With MY groceries. Dumb fuck. I opened the refrigerator door and pulled out pickles and some salsa. Troy looked utterly confused and a little annoyed at my behaviour.

"Babe, what the hell?" he asked, still annoyed, "I made you breakfast."

I smirked at him, "You need to get the hell out of my house."

Ah...took me all night to right this. Only because I wasn't sure which way to take this story. I had so many ideas. Some that I'll try to include in other chapters. That is...if you want me to continue. Five reviews will do. Hopefully, unlike my other stories, I'll be faithful and follow through with this one. Only if you, the readers think I should.

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