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"Don't hold back Azrael. This is who you are!" he shouted at her as the campus of East High Prepatory School for Masters faded in the background.

His massive black wings spread out behind him and flapped wildly about them. But then her fear soon dissipated when she gazed into his eyes and saw the love behind them.

He didn't want to be a monster.

And he was her punishment, as she was his.

A gift given to show that some of the best things come in the worst packages.


The underworld is naked

in God's presence.

The place of destruction is uncovered.

Job 26:6

"Sharpay you have nothing to worry about. Why are you so upset over one little thing?"

"Because Gabsy, I love him"

Gabriella sat in the back of their English classroom whispering comfort to her best friend. She is the point of a love triangle with her crush, ex-boyfriend, and her crush's girlfriend. Make that a love square.

"Gabriella you have the life; everything a girl wants. You are perfect."

"But I don't have a family. You're the one with the looks, the body, the voice, and the rich family."

Gabriella shut her mouth quickly after she realized she had opened up a whole new conversation.

"Well, am I not your family?"

"I mean blood relatives Shar, I love you like a sister but what can I say, I have lived half my life without parents to tuck me into bed at night and to scold me for bad grades and using vulgarities in their presence. Since I was 12 I have been living with an old woman that I hid from constantly so I wouldn't have to rub her arthritic toes and wash her dentures." Gabriella whispered harshly.

Sharpay frowns. "Well, Gabs, I have been with you since we were 15. I as part the reason you were able to avoid Mrs. Widowed Montez."

"Shar? I don't care."

"You always kept to your self I didn't find out you had no parents till last year. You left me out of everything just so you could fit in with everyone else, you were always so embarrassed to be see with me and that hurt." she snaps. Sharpay always victimized herself and it gets Gabriella riled up when she tries to prove a point that never exists just so she can put her down.

"You know that is not true, Sharpay. You keep saying that and it's not true. You were the one who always wanted to be part of the in crowd at whatever chance you got. You always left me to go of with the basketball guys and cheerleaders. You thought they were your friends? That day when I was in a group with a bunch of them for Chemistry they used to call you the school slut. Little did I know you hooked up with my crush and almost every one of them on the team. Talk about keeping secrets."

"And that makes you their friend?"

"No, it shows that you always try to prove a point that's nonexistent just like naturally shining pickles, smart a-"

"Ladies?"

They both look up at Mr. Dummann's booming voice and automatically regret having this argument now. Well at least Gabriella did.

"Do you have an announcement?"

Gabriella shook her head and moved her seat away. Sharpay sent her a small glare and looked up into Mr. Dummann's stern glare.

"Sorry."


"There's new kid, he's coming in tomorrow." Chad caught up with Gabriella. "He's in our year."

"Great." Gabriella mumbled under her breath.

"I just wanted to know if you knew!" Chad nudged her a bit.

"Sorry, I just want to get to practice without talking to Sharpay at the moment. No malice just love."

Chad chuckled. "I'm on my way towards the field to play a little football with the guys, I'll walk with you."

"Who would transfer in like the middle of Junior Year? That's like suicide."

"Especially after Christmas Break. He's going to be a loner."

"Oh, it's a he." Gabriella wiggled her eyebrows.

"Yeah, I mean a human being with a penis, Gabs."

"Shut up!" she giggled. "You should be his best friend! The guy with a penis I mean…Not the penis."

"I'll see what I can do. But he'll have to fend for himself for a while." Chad smirked. "And Shar said to tell you that she's calling dibs if he's cute. And she'll tell you if he's cute."

"I never heard that."

"Uh huh." Chad laughed and held the door open for her.

"I don't care what she does, but if she's going to be so hooked on Zeke, the new guy might as well invite himself to my club." she shrugged her bag straps over her shoulder. "I mean he's all she talks about, him and Taylor, but that is not my business."

"Well, she's your best friend, nobody else claimed her you know."

"I'm just lucky I guess."

"You didn't know what you got yourself into is all."

"So do you know his name, anything more about this mystery guy?"

"So far no. But don't change the subject. I like Shar, to be honest, she cute in a… scary kind of way. If you're into that stuff, and she's honest, funny, and kind of shiny."

Gabriella laughed, "Whatever you say, Chad. She apparently has you wrapped around her pinky toe right now and you know Taylor doesn't like that!"

"Whatever. Taylor is insecure sometimes, besides I don't like pink." Chad screwed up his face.

"Go that way." she pointed the other direction with a chuckle. "Because I don't want to be seen with someone so ridiculous."

"Well, we're playing on the same field today Montez, so you might want to play nice with me right now."

"Remember Chad, your coach… is my coach. And I'm the honors student."

"Touche!"

They laughed a bit and walked past the green rusting gate in front of the huge field marked as a soccer field. "I'm going this way. We'll talk at lunch tomorrow."

Chad waved and ran off to chest bump Zeke and knock hands with Jason and the rest of the team.


She typed the last period on her 10 page Religion paper, hoping it would sate Ms. Atstathi.

She turned to the History Channel to catch the premiere of the two-hour documentary on Angels and Demons that her Guidance Counselor recommended her.

She clicked print on her laptop and spun her chair to the printer then she pressed a hand on the warm machine.

When the papers came out she finally got up and settled down on her bed to watch the TV.

Suddenly someone banged on the door noisily and she muttered words of damnation and swung the door open.

She was taken back by the fascinating blue eyes that she noticed before anything else, she examined noticeably, from the strange beautifully jeweled key to his dark washed jeans and leather jacket. He was soaking the carpet in front of her doorstep with hair matted to his face.

"Hi." she said stupidly. It was one in the morning! Who was he to bang at her door like she owed him something.

"Are you Gabriella Montez?" he asked, he blew a bubble and it popped with a draft of sweet of strawberry air finding a way up Gabriella's nostrils.

"Yes." she answered shortly.

"I need a bed. I just got here and I'm kind of pissed that no one was at the front desk waiting for me. Sorry if I interrupted… your sleep." he spoke and examined her puppy pajamas and Spongebob slippers.

He smacked his gum loudly, "You were on the student help board and I need help."

She closed the door and nodded. "Why are you just getting here?"

"Taxi got stuck on the highway, ran out of gas, so I paid him half the money and walked the rest of the way."

"The parkway?"

"Yeah, the parkway." he answered annoyed. A bubble popped soon after and she rolled her eyes.

She walked across the campus holding the door for him once they got to the entrance building. She walked behind the front desk and turned to him. "Your name?"

"Troy Bolton."

"Here you go." she handed him a packet. "Your tie, student ID, hall pass, and key are in there. Keep that on you at all times." she sighed.

"Can you show me to my room please?" he said with a slow smile. She nodded with a sigh.

She took the paper and bit her lip at the coincidence that he was only down the hall from her.

He pulled his suitcases along and followed her obediently and she opened the door for him and gave him the key.

"Thanks, Gabriella."

"You're lucky you got here on a Friday. Everybody else would've kicked your ass already."

Troy snorted and grinned at her. "Goodnight."

"Uh huh." she closed the door behind her and sighed, heading back to her own room.


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