The First Chapter

Episode One: Heartbroken

Gabriella Montez. If she had to choose one word at this moment in time, right now... simple, just one word came to mind. Heartbroken, she was heartbroken simple as; Gabriella never was much of a sugar coater. A simple phone call had flipped her heart, head and life upside down. Strange how fate works like that, well maybe not fate... destiny. Obviously Gabriella Montez wasn't destined to get married. Well at least not quite yet. It was at twenty past one she had got that dreaded phone call, the call had lasted about seven minutes. She frowned. Strange how you can love someone so much and they express all the words under the stars about how much they love you. Then you get a seven minute phone call, to tell you that you're finished. Seven minutes! They had been going out for over three years and all he could manage was a seven minute phone call. Marcus Joy aka the devil! Marcus Joy, ha! No Joy at all... moron.

Marcus Joy was my fiancé. Yes, you guessed it! I'm the dumpee. Not the dumper. Marcus Joy was the love of my life, apple of my eye, and root to my tree... whatever you want. Obviously it wasn't the same for him, well at least while he humped his secretary against the filing cabinets. He dumped me after about six weeks into the engagement, oh... and it gets better. He dumped me a day before the big day. A day before I would walk down the aisle. A day. A day. We had met about a year after college at a convention in Chicago for writers. Yeah, I'm a writer. He wasn't he actually went in support of his friend; well anyway... we hit it off. Straight from the beginning we clicked, I'm not saying we didn't have our little mole hills to climb over in our relationship. Little did I know he was a total sleaze! Now you maybe are wondering why I didn't dump him, because he was the one cheating. This leads to the good part. I was over in England, because of my father's death. Icing on the cake isn't it. Why'll I was mourning over my dead Dad he was having it on with his blonde bimbo bit on the side. So yes, one word to some up how I feel right now. Totally Heartbroken.

29th November – 2002: Television, Ben and Jerry's and me.

"Gabriella!" Oh great, just what I wanted to hear when I wanted to mope. Sharpay Evans. My best friend all through high school and college, Sharpay was well how do I put this? A tad... no... A little... okay very dramatic! She was a right character, but yet still very caring and lovable. I love her so much but right now, all I want to do is stuff my mouth full of Ben and Jerry's and watch old Friends episodes. "Gabriella, get up! Now!" She screeched. Great she was in her determined mood. Perfect!

"What Sharpay?" I dragged out with a groan as the ice cream sloshed down the back of my throat.

"No way is this happening!" She snapped swiping away the love of my life now. Ben and Jerry's before grabbing me by the arm and pulling me off the bed, "No way! You are not going to end up like a depressed 23 years old on an all junk food diet!" She screeched. "I won't allow it!" Damn You!

"Shar..." I sighed my weak voice trailing off. I rubbed my smudged black eyes, wincing as more mascara covered my knuckles.

"No. You're having a shower, getting into a nice pair of skinny jeans, a gorgeous top some flats. Then we're going!" She raised a fair eyebrow, sternly pointing a glossy manicured finger at the train wreck that was myself.

"Going where?" I gazed at her, too defeated to argue.

"My parents in Miami." She stated clasping my hand and literally chucking me into the bathroom. "Shower now. I'll pack."

"But Shar, work." I exclaimed desperately. "I have to work and so do you."

"I'm the boss I get too give myself a holiday, and you missy can take your laptop with you. Still you're in no state to write anything decent anyway. Too heartbroken." She snapped. "Now shower." Her last command was a lot softer as she placed a soft smile on her lips. Sighing, I slowly shut the door, my forehead pressed against it. A single tear slid down my cheek, I bit my lip hard. He didn't deserve my tears, he truly didn't but I loved him. So I cried, I cried as I washed I cried as I dried and for some reason from then on I couldn't cry anymore. I just couldn't like you can only cry for someone for a certain amount of time or a certain amount of tears.

30th November – 2002: Landing in Miami

"Gabriella." I felt a sharp jerk, clearing my throat I refused to open my eyes. God whoever it is leave me alone! "Sweetie we're here." Crap, I really have to get up. "GABRIELLA MONTEZ!" My eyes snapped open as I jerked up right.

"Jesus Sharpay!" I snapped as I rubbed my sleepy eyes.

"Only way to get you up" She giggled grabbing my hand as we scurried to the queue to get off.

"Wow, it's gorgeous." I gasped as the heat hit my like a magnet to metal as we stepped out to the gorgeous scenery.

"No." She shaked her head, putting on her pink bug eyed glasses. "It's Miami."

"Yeah." I breathed out for a moment I was quite content, gazing around us with a soft smile on my lips.

"Sharpay! Gabriella!" We heard a deep voice calling for us, I darted my head to Sharpay as she let out a loud screech.

"ZEKEY MY BABY!" She yelled running full speed up to him before jumping on him and giving him a passionate make-out session there and then.

Great. Just what I need. Two weeks of Zeke and Sharpay making out. Exactly what I needed. Just Great.

30th November – 2002: After Zeke and Sharpay's Make-out!

"So Girls how was your flight?" Rodger Evans, Sharpay's Father asked over dinner.

"It was lovely. Thank you for the first class seats, Rodger." I smiled sharing a slight glance over Ryan Evans. Sharpay's seventeen year old brother, the boy's had a crush on me ever since. Well ever since he's been born. He had been staring at me as soon as I got through the door. Well better be polite right? I gave him a smile and he blushed a thousand different shades of red. Bless.

"Oh no problem, you too are beautiful women now. Deserve to be treated the right way. Like" Sharpay and I looked at each other before giggling and joining in.

"Like princesses." All three of me, Sharpay and Rodger repeated at the same time. He had said that ever since we were little he was like a second father figure to me. Sharpay's parents were like my second parents we were always together me and Sharpay. Without her... I'm not me.

"Exactly." He chuckled.

"Well it's nice to have you too back girls." Louise Evans smiled at us from opposite the gorgeous oak table.

"It's great to be back Ma." Sharpay chuckled before we all digged in to the feast that lay before us.

31st November -2002: The afternoon after the flight, by the pool.

I sighed leaning back into my sun lounger; I scrubbed my face tiredly as I woke up to the twenty minute kip on my front. I turned over onto my stomach and lay my head back down, as I turned my head to Sharpay who was currently reading her one of million this month fashion magazines.

"Hello Sweetie, feeling better?" She smiled softly sticking her glasses up at the top of her head to smile at me. I shrugged and her face faltered a little, but she soon covered it. "Well a little?" She quirked her eyebrow hopelessly.

"Sure Shar." I sighed giving her a faint smile back.

"We could talk..." She replied slowly, her eyes welling up with concern. "If you want too?"

I shook my head; I didn't want to talk about it just yet. It still stung. Not yet. "Maybe Tomorrow?" I replied weakly.

She sighed pulling on her pink sparkly sunglasses and pushing up her nose. "Maybe Tomorrow then." She smiled softly, not wanting to push me too much. That's what I love about Sharpay, she understands me. I don't think a guy will ever understand me like she does.

31st November – 2002: Evan's Mansion, the Guest Suite.

Knock. Knock. "Gabriella?" I turned around with a quirked eyebrow. 'What did Ryan want?' I thought.

"Ryan?"

"Yes."

"What's the matter? Ry?"

"Can I come in?" He stuttered out from the other end of the solid oak door.

"Err... One moment." I exclaimed pulling on my white spaghetti top and grey v-neck woolly jumper over it. "Okay. You can come in Ry."

Ryan timidly opened the door and peeked through into my room as soon as my brown eyes came in contact with his like green. He blushed, moving his gaze to his shoes.

"So what's up Ryan?" I smiled softly sitting down in the dressing table stool before turning to him. I bit back a chuckle as he fidgeted from one foot to the next. Awe Bless!

"Err. Well... um. Well... I." He stuttered flicking his hair back as his eyes connected with mine. "I love you." He breathed out. I chocked. 'Oh shit.' I thought.

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Episode One: Heartbroken

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