The Day After She Died
Troy Bolton walked into East High, his eyes red. People began to whisper, about why his eyes were red. After all he was the King, the stone, the heartless person, the basketball captain and the cruellest bully you would ever find.
Chad Danforth walked up to him and asked, "Dude, what's wrong?"
Troy turned around his eyes the darkest, coldest and most dangerous shade of blue someone would ever see, Chad immediately backed off.
And Troy just stomped off to his locker, in the meantime shoving some freshmen and sophomores into lockers.
Everyone stopped whispering and staring; if Troy Bolton was in such a condition you didn't want to meet his fists or him at any costs.
He got his books and walked to homeroom while people moved out of his way.
He arrived at homeroom 5 minutes early and just sat down at his desk not being bothered by anyone or anything.
Or that's what they thought.
His eyes were glued at the desk in front of him.
It was her desk.
The desk of Gabriella Montez, the desk of the girl that died in a car accident yesterday, the desk of the girl that had broken through his shell.
The only girl that wasn't afraid of the bad boy attitude. The only girl to make his little brother smile with just 5 words, although his brother was just like him; a shield. The only girl to break through the fences and touch the heart.
She was so smart and so beautiful. She was the one who didn't judge him or told him what to do. She saw past all the flaws and scars and saw the guy under the surface.
It all started in science when he needed a tutor and she was the only one available. She went straight to the point. She was the one that made him crack up, smile and cry.
When he once asked her why she never said anything about his attitude, she smiled and told him that it wasn't her business, that it wasn't her place to judge one so complex. He asked her to be his girlfriend that day. She said yes, even while knowing about the baggage he carried with him.
He started to change that day; small pieces by smaller pieces, but he changed, he didn't hit as much as before anymore and he could see it when she was proud of him. He would do anything to have that proud look of her once more.
To just see her again.
To smell her again.
To hear her again.
Yes, he would trade the world just for her.
He loved her.
She saved him.
Yesterday they made love for the first time, in the woods on a blanket, it was sweet loving and they couldn't ask for more.
But then she died, and now he was lost again. Looking for her to come to his saviour again.
She never came.
A/N Very angst-y and very short... yup that's me 100%, please reviews are welcome