Here is another one for you.

Disclaimer: I do not own any High School Musical characters or the series. I only own the plot.

Troy went to sleep last night as a Junior on vacation - this morning, he woke up a Senior in high school.

His feelings were heavily mixed. On one hand, he was happy that he got a chance to go back to school to see his friends. Of course, he had been seeing and spending time with his basketball buddies over the summer, but Troy wanted to see all the other friends that he had made in school during his previous years. He was definitely a social person; he could not stand to be alone. He always wanted to be in the presence of someone he enjoyed talking to. Not only was he excited to go to school because of his friends, but he was going to get another shot at the state championship this year. He had been preparing over the summer along with his teammates, and felt that they had a strong chance this year.

But on the other hand, it was another year of homework, tests, and assholes that called themselves teachers that Troy had to deal with again. He was glad that this was his last year of high school; he wanted to graduate, then attend college. He would try to pursue a career playing professional basketball afterwards. The thought of having to endure another year of high school caused Troy to run a trembling hand through his hair in stress and frustration. With a slight sigh, he swung his legs over his bed and went off into his bathroom, starting his morning rituals, which included showering and brushing his teeth.

On the other side of the neighborhood, a sweet girl's eyes had just fluttered open to the sunlight that streamed through her blinds. Gabriella Montez turned gracefully in bed and took a quick glance at the clock. It was finally time to start school again. Gabriella could barely hold her excitement, and if she wasn't so freshly awoken, she probably would have been prancing around her room at the moment. Gabriella slowly picked herself out of bed and stretched. Her books were neatly organized on her desk, ready to be picked up and placed in her backpack. She shuffled over to her bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror with a smile. She was a senior now. Top of the school. It was time to act like it.

Gabriella, however, also had mixed feelings about returning to school. She was excited for the classes; she couldn't wait to see what she would be learning this year. She had requested specific teachers, who had more than gladly agreed to teach the intelligent girl. In result, Gabriella wouldn't have to deal with unqualified teachers this year, as she had to get around last year. Gabriella grabbed her toothbrush and wet it under the running water, then squeezed out a bit of toothpaste from the tube unto the brush. She stuck it in her mouth and began to brush her teeth. Although she had positive excitement welling up inside her, one person stuck out in her mind. That one person she couldn't forget.

Troy Bolton.

When Gabriella first entered the school as a Sophomore, the two had quickly began a friendship. She couldn't deny that she was attracted to Troy, and at times, she felt like Troy shared mutual feelings. Gabriella had nothing to worry about in school in her Sophomore year, mainly because Troy practically ruled the school. No one dared to bother Gabriella on account of her relationship with Troy. Many nights were spent together, her tutoring the boy, and the boy taking her out to restaurants and for ice cream. Although they never officially went out, the two were basically all over each other. Gabriella had never felt like she needed Troy to officially be her boyfriend; she felt like he already was just by being with her. Gabriella had a great Sophomore year, but after losing touch with Troy over the summer, things turned to shit in her Junior year.

As Gabriella entered her shower, she specifically remembered how she had felt the morning of her first day of eleventh grade. She was excited for school, but she actually really wanted to see Troy. She had missed him over the summer, but for some reason, never had really bothered to call him or anything. Troy never called her either. They had run into each other at the grocery store once, where they had at first shared awkward greetings, but the day turned out well. It ended up with Troy taking her to Starbucks for a drink. They had caught up with each other, and that was when Gabriella was reminded of her attraction to Troy. But the two never met up again afterwards.

Entering school on the first day of eleventh grade, Gabriella recalled her eyes looking for the familiar figure - the perfect chestnut hair and the beautiful blue eyes. She had found him, and the two made eye contact. It was when Troy pulled her in for a hug that she had realized something was different. He was more...aggressive. He had grabbed parts of her body where he had never dared to go near before. He had held her for longer than usual, which turned a little bit awkward. And following the hug, Troy had flung his arm over Gabriella and pulled her around school. Naturally, she was a little bit confused at first, but at the same time, enjoyed the feeling of being with Troy again. But as time progressed, Troy became cockier and cockier with being around Gabriella, which one day resulted with Troy's hand cupping Gabriella's bottom during a hug.

Not only was Gabriella offended, but she was scared. What had happened to Troy? Gabriella had started to slowly ignore Troy afterwards, and in one case, denied a hug. Troy almost immediately caught the hint that something was wrong, and had tried many times to talk to Gabriella to find out why she was acting so weird. Gabriella finally gave in one day and confessed to Troy why she was acting like she was; Troy's response was what broke the very thin string that they called their relationship.

"I don't know what happened to you, Troy, but I'm not sure if I really like you anymore," said Gabriella, keeping her distance away from Troy. It was a dark night, despite the fullness of the moon and the vast number of stars that littered the sky. Troy's face had turned from concerned into confused, then into slightly aggravated expression.

"Why? What the hell did I do to you?" said Troy, anger rising in his voice. Gabriella swallowed hard; this was exactly what she tried to avoid - a fight. She lowered her voice to lower the tension in the area. Biting her bottom lip, she turned away from Troy and looked to the ground.

"It wasn't just one event, Troy. It was the whole year. Ever since the beginning. You've not been yourself," replied Gabriella. She saw Troy's body shift positions as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. But to Gabriella's surprise, the male voice that pierced the night wasn't annoyance or anger - it was slight amusement.

"It's because I grabbed your ass, right?" asked Troy, a smirk creeping on his face. Gabriella couldn't help but to blush hard. The truth was that Troy's little offense played a big part in the situation, but she couldn't admit it. Not here. Not to Troy. It was too embarrassing.

"Troy," said Gabriella, still looking at the ground. "I told you, it's not because of just one event. You've changed as a person - you've changed into someone that I don't want you to be."

"Don't give me all of this, movie-sap talk, Gabriella. This isn't a fucking chick-flick. Just tell me how I can make it up to you, and lets call it over," said Troy, the aggravation in his voice returning.

"See, Troy? See? You would have never said that last year."

"How do you know?"

"Because I knew you last year."

"Well, obviously, you didn't know me enough," said Troy, standing up and brushing his pants. "C'mon, I'll take you home. It's getting late; we can talk about this some other time."

"I can walk home," replied Gabriella.

"What?" Troy said coldly after a second of silence.

"I said I can walk," she repeated. Her voice was starting to quiver.

"It's almost midnight. You're gonna get raped," replied Troy, casually.

"Don't say that."

"Are you going to keep acting like a baby, or are you going to get up? I really don't want to force you into my car. It's not going to look or sound right for the people that live around here," said Troy, huffing slightly. Gabriella shook her head. She wanted to cry. Why couldn't Troy be the sensitive boy that he used to be?

"Thanks, but...no thanks." Gabriella stood up and brushed off her bottom, and started to walk towards the other direction. But as she took her first few steps, a strong hand reached out and grabbed her thin arm. Troy pulled her back hard, nearly causing Gabriella to lose her balance and fall over. She looked up into Troy's eyes with fear. His eyes were cold and grey like a Winter's morning. It was the first time in a while that she didn't want to be so close to Troy. His face had changed too; it had used to be soft, but now...it was like a rock. No emotion. No sympathy. Nothing. It was just a good-looking face with nothing beyond it.

"Don't be stupid," said Troy. "Come with me, or I'll make you."

"Get your hand off of me, Troy," Gabriella said. She tried to sound stern and demanding, but her voice came off weak and unwilled. Troy loosened his grip, but didn't let go.

"You still haven't explained to me what 'events' led to you acting this way, but its pissing me off and I don't want to hear it. I'm not going to let you walk home by yourself, so don't even try." Troy tightened his grip on Gabriella's arm to the point of pain. He dragged her towards his car, and Gabriella resisted with all her weight and strength. The truth was, Gabriella's fragile body was no match for an athlete's physique. Troy was faster, stronger, and more athletic than her. She wouldn't be able to escape from his grip by force. So she did the only thing that she could do at the moment.

She slapped him.

Troy's face fell from a look of determination to an extremely confused and sad one. He had loosened his grip on Gabriella's arm almost to the point of letting go. Gabriella wrenched her arm out of Troy's hand with the strength she could muster; to tell the truth, she was scared out of her mind at the moment, and was on the verge of crying. She believed she was free to go when she was able to turn around without any interruption from Troy, but her heart fell as she felt a painful grip on her wrist. Troy jerked Gabriella whole figure back towards him, causing her minor whiplash. He was angry. His eyes were burning like fire. He pulled Gabriella right up to his face, and talked in a very low, whisper-like tone, with every word seething through his teeth.

"I don't know why the fuck you just slapped me, Montez, but I'm warning you: pull that shit again, and I swear I'll make the remaining years you have in high school worse then hell." Troy stared into her eyes, meaning every word that escaped through his lips at the moment.

"I'm not scared of you, Bolton," replied Gabriella, mustering up all her courage to stare Troy right back in his eyes. After a couple of seconds, he violently released Gabriella's hand and walked towards his truck and sped home. It took a couple of seconds for Gabriella's brain to register what had just happened, but when the wave of realization had hit her, she couldn't stop herself from breaking down and crying.

They were done.

Troy knew he had fucked it up that night at the park.

He couldn't believe what came out of his mouth that night. It was all the anger, confusion, and frustration that had built up inside of him on account of Gabriella ignoring him; that was the reason he had threatened Gabriella that night. The truth was, he couldn't mess up Gabriella's high school life even if he wanted to. It may not seem like it to her, but he just wasn't that kind of person. He didn't know why he had said what he said that night, and he regretted every single syllable of what came out of his mouth. Troy knew he was an asshole in the eleventh grade; he was just so cocky because he felt like he had a girl to call his own. She was beautiful too, and not to mention smart. Any boy would die to have a girl like that. No boy would ever be stupid enough to ruin something like what Gabriella and Troy had. Troy cursed himself day after day from that night; he wanted to hire someone to beat the living shit out of him. Every time he had the slightest memory of that night...every time his brain recollected the events at the park...

He died a little bit inside.

But it wasn't like Troy to leave things be. Ever since he was young, he had always looked to fix thing in the future rather than to sulk over something that occurred in the past. He knew that he wanted Gabriella back; he wanted another shot with her. The truth was, Troy was in love with Gabriella in the past. And he ruined it in one night. A year and a half of building a relationship with her was completely broken down in an hour. Even though Troy knew that this was going to be a long shot, and that his efforts may just be in vain, he knew that he had to try. He had only one year to warm Gabriella's heart back towards him. Time was against him. But he wouldn't give up. He had decided that morning, after stepping out wet from his shower, that he wouldn't spend the year worrying about college or praying for a championship. He had something more important in mind.

And her name was Gabriella Montez.