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Okay, this is dedicated to: RememberxDecember, because after a recent PM she should know how I came up with this. ;)

I haven't done an HSM story in a while, so this surprising even to me. But suddenly, I got a Troypay surge and I was feeling mad, which = this. xD It's a bit hardcore and weird, but I love it nonetheless.

Hope you dudes like it. Please review! :D

-sxg

This Is What Happens
A Troypay Oneshot

A salty tear slid down her dirty hardened face.

Her dripping, ratted hair hung down over her forehead where she kept her mean eyes hidden. The rain pounded on her head as he held it out to her. She didn't know how she got this far or why. But she was here now, and her life was on the line. She only had one choice.

Icily, she glanced up at the man standing in front of her. He was supposed to love her. He was supposed to be there for life—not the one risking it.

"Just tell me," she said slowly, rigid and cracked. "That you love me." Another tear streamed down as her eyes finally met his. He stared at her, blank—the fire in his eyes gone out.

He shook his head once. And pushed the gun closer to her. Broken and stunned, Sharpay reached out, her fingers trembling, and lifted it from his hands. She pulled it towards herself as another thought crossed her mind. This time she didn't look up at him.

"Would you give your last breath to me?" she whispered in the black of the night. Troy did not answer her. He just stood there waiting for her to make a move. So she lifted her voice to a rumble filled with her every emotion inside. "Would you give me your last breath, Troy Bolton?"

Quietly, he answered her.

"No."

Sharpay cocked the gun and leveled it to his head.

"What about now?"

Troy stared at Sharpay bold-faced, past the gun that rested between his eyes, and narrowed in on her. He just looked at her, like he knew she wouldn't do it. Like he always did. He never considered her opinions. He never believed her.

He never thought she would pull the trigger.

But she did.

Her stone features watched carefully as Troy still stood in front of her, intact. When she lowered the gun, his face changed. There was a trace of shock, of fear. His breath was a little quicker now. Her eyes gleamed with new-gained respect.

He was lucky this time.

Staring him square in the pupils, she said, "I'm done."

In disdain, Sharpay threw the gun on the slick grass below, turned her back and walked away.