He was through with it. Done. No more.

Why couldn't she just trust him?

How on earth was he supposed to know that Gabriella had been there at the game? And it's not like he did anything.

He had been walking back to the changing room after a glorious victory against the Western Washington Vikings, and had stopped to say hello to one of his friends on the cheer-leading squad.

Michelle had shown him around campus when he had arrived, her boyfriend had helped him move in, and had been his first friend at University. He felt she was as important to him as Chad or Gabriella. She was even a dancer for the Drama department.

So when he had stopped, made a joke about the game, laughed a bit, twirled her around before continuing on, he had seen nothing wrong with it. He had also not seen Gabriella standing ten feet away, glowering at the blonde girl and her 'cheating' boyfriend.

Well, he saw her as soon as he walked into her. Quite literally, as he was still turned around, saying something to Michelle. Gabriella had hissed something at him that sounded remarkably like 'you lying cheating bastard!' and now they were standing outside, in the rain, shouting at each other.

"How could you do this to me Troy? I have hours of studying to do, but I gave it up so I could see your game!" Her voice was nearing a shriek as her hysteria built.

"Well, sorry! I never asked you to come down here!"

"Of course not. Otherwise you wouldn't have flirted with that whore!"

His fingers shot to his temples to ward off a fast-approaching migraine. "She's my best friend. Leave her alone." He ground out through clenched teeth.

Gabriella stood there, arms limp at her sides, all the fight drained out of her. "Then why haven't I heard about her?"

Troy very well nearly laughed. "I've tried. Every time I even say her name, you change the subject."

Gabriella was about to retort before she realized that this was actually true. He'd tried telling her all sorts of stories of the crazy antics the he got up to with the Junior girl, but she'd always cut him off, too jealous to think that there was another girl in his life. So, instead she settled for, "I don't know you anymore Troy."

The plan to just laugh in her face was looking like a good one to Troy right about now. "You never did. You knew what you wanted to know, and blocked any flaws from your mind."

Gabriella also knew that was true, but wasn't going to admit it. "No Troy. College has changed you."

He looked up at her, his ice blue eyes, hard as steel. "Well guess what Gabby, this isn't Kindergarten, no matter what you'd like to delude yourself to believing."

She knew that too. She knew everything he was saying, which made it harder for her to stay mad. But she was resolved, and once she got an idea in her head, she wouldn't allow herself to believe she might be wrong.

For one thing, before he'd left for University, they'd talked about things. There would be parties and girls and fraternities and girls and alcohol and girls. There would be plenty of girls willing to sleep with him at any given opportunity and she'd said that was fine, as long as he didn't actually do anything. She wouldn't get jealous—or at least not show it—as long as he never returned the affections.

But now he had and she was pissed.

"So what now Troy? What do we do?"

There was such scathing and malice in her voice. He was sick of hearing that tone, knowing that they'd be breaking up, he'd be heart broken and have to crawl back to her. He was sick of singing to her, sweet talking her and telling her whatever she wanted to hear. It ended now.

"Now? Well, now, we're over."

Her face betrayed such shock and hurt. A part of him wanted to reach out to her and wrap her in his arms, kiss away any tears. But he knew that if he let himself be tricked one more time, he would lose his head completely. So he kept his face neutral, his tone even.

"What? Does it shock you that for once you're not the one to do the dumping?" Tears built up in her eyes, but she knew they wouldn't fall. She was sure that given a couple days, he'd be coming back to her, begging forgiveness. So instead, the rain just played the role of her tears for her.

"You'll regret this Troy Bolton." She looked him up and down then turned on heal and stormed back to her car. However, her dramatic exit—which had definitely improved, he noted—was sullied by her hair sticking to her face and flowered dress clinging to less than appealing areas.

He looked at her retreating form, and just felt numb. But no more, he wouldn't be heart broken again.

So he took a deep breath, and walked back inside to celebrate with his teammates.