Hey so I decided not to do a sequel because my heart wasn't really in it. Anyway...I am starting a new story. I really like it! It doesn't matter what I think however. Tell me if you hate it and I will take it down!

She woke up with a total migraine and knew she smelt like tequila, her favorite alcoholic drink. She had gone clubbing. It had been the first time in at least a year that she had gotten drunk, and now she knew why.

She didn't even remember the previous night's events. She remembered wearing her silver dress and black pumps. She remembered going into the club with Sharpay and after that, everything else was a blur.

She normally didn't club. Actually, she was a very good dancer but was never interested in that sort of activity. She was focused and serious now. She had just graduated from college and gotten a steady career; so this kind of activity was unprofessional and immature.

However, it was her girls' weekend with Sharpay. They had both taken off work to come down to Vegas to relax. Gabriella knew what she was getting herself into but didn't expect to get this drunk.

Boy, Sharpay is going to get hurt. She thought with a smirk. Her best friend had promised her that they wouldn't get wasted, but they did. She opened her eyes, finally. Then she saw that she wasn't in her apartment. She was in a hotel room, a really nice hotel room.

The plain white sheets under her were Egyptian cotton and everything was so royalty-like. While her family did have money, she still had never stayed at this nice of a hotel. Then she saw a man on the other side of the king sized bed.

She had slept with a total stranger. A mental note was placed in her head to take a 'morning after' pill. Sharpay could let her borrow one.

However, the man seemed familiar, although she only saw the back of his head and naked ass. She just wanted to get a look on his face. However, when he finally shifted and she saw him…she screamed.

It wasn't just a normal man.

It was Troy Bolton.

When Troy Bolton woke up, he heard a girly squeal. Oh God, I've slept with a fan-girl. He was hung over and had the worst headache in the world, so he kept his eyes closed.

Then, he felt something foreign on his fourth finger. Finally staring at it, he gasped. He wasn't, was he?

He was a very civilized man. He had a steady job and had a very good life. That is, if you counted Lakers superstar as a career. He was famous and rich. Yet, he was nice and kind hearted.

Clubs weren't his scene, nor did he like them. His best friend had talked him into it. They were on a vacation to Vegas. Chad Danforth was Troy's best friend and he was a very good persuader. He had gotten Troy to that club like it was the easiest thing, saying that they should club on their last night there.

Now, in a few hours, Chad was going to get the beating of his lifetime for it.

There on Troy Bolton's fourth finger was a wedding band, and before last night…he wasn't married.

Finally getting courage, the blue-eyed boy looked up at his new bride. She had her head in her hands, showing her stress through her body language. Maybe she wasn't a fan-girl after all.

When she finally looked up to him again, he yelled himself. She definitely wasn't a fan-girl.

She was Gabriella Montez.

She was his high school sweetheart.

They had gone their separate ways angered and confused. Well, she was angry at him. He was very much in love with her. They had gotten in a fight, days before graduation and she had flown off to New York to Colombia for journalism and he headed to California…like a dog with its tail between his legs.

They hadn't seen each other since. Well, he hadn't seen her, at least. Junior year of college Troy had been drafted to play for the LA Lakers, and he quickly took them up on their offer. Chad, his best friend, quickly followed his actions senior year.

Gabriella, unknown to her ex, had moved to California recently and worked for People magazine. She was asked numerous times to give dish about Troy Bolton, but she never did. Everyone knew that they had gone to school together, but not that they were in love.

No one knew the painful details of their breakup. All the public knew was that they had been in all the same classes since grade 10.

"Hey wife." Troy finally said with a smirk. She looked down at her finger and groaned. She too had a matching ring. This was all she needed, a quickie marriage with a man she hated.

"Fuck off. We are getting a divorce." He leaned against the pillow,

"Maybe later, I will when I feel like it." She slapped him across the face. The painful memories of their horrid breakup still fresh in her mind and she couldn't think clearly. "Fuck, El that hurt." She stood up quickly, pulling the blanket with her, covering her whole body and leaving him naked in the white sheets.

"Good." He rolled his eyes,

"I don't know why you are covering up. We had tons of hot sex when we were in high school. Remember El, I had you moaning and…" She glared at him quickly, brown eyes burning through his skin.

"Shut up. It's Gabriella to you." He stood up himself, not even bothering to cover himself up. He always loved messing with her.

"You'll always be my El." She glanced over at him as she slipped into her silver dress. His blue eyes looked so caring and so wonderful…then she slipped out of her trance.

"No. I'm not your El anymore. We are OVER. We've been over for four years!" He started toward her, still clearly naked.

"Yeah, but now we are married. Come on El, you know I'm the only one who has ever been in you." He was so close that they could kiss, which she almost did until she pulled back.

"Shut up and put some clothes on. You are disgusting." He made a tsk-ing sound with his lips and spoke in a mockery tone,

"That's not what you were yelling last night." She let out a long deep breath. Thank God today was her day off and she was in another city. She laughed though, it was ironic that the day she wouldn't be there, all her colleagues would be gossiping about her online.

"Shut up," She opened the door and turned back around, "If you get me fired from my job, I swear to God, I will physically harm you." He winked at her,

"Is that a threat or a promise?" Balling her tiny hands in fists, she slammed the door again and yelled through the thin wood.

"You'll be hearing from my attorney soon." He shouted back,

"Alright, see you later MRS. BOLTON."

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