Not Yourself.

Chapter One: Worried.

"Gabriella? Gabriella? GABI?!" Troy Bolton yelled through Gabriella's balcony doors and through a layer of light pink curtains. "Gabi, are you alright?"

Gabriella Montez didn't answer. The towel wasn't holding up; the blood was going straight threw the towel and onto her bed. "Damnit…," she murmured.

"Gabi, open the door!" Troy yelled. He heard Gabriella gasping, and he started to worry more.

Gabriella hurried to her bathroom, and grabbed another towel. She grabbed the blood covered one and threw it in the laundry basket. She quickly slipped off her black tank top, and put on a long sleeve shirt. She ran over to the door, and put on her best fake smile. "Hey, Troy," she said, quietly.

Troy looked at Gabi curiously. "Are…are you alright?" He looked around Gabi's room for clues as to what was going on. "I was started to worry…You didn't answer."

Gabi frowned slightly. "Sorry, Troy. I was…in the bathroom." She nodded un-noticeably.

Troy looked at Gabi curiously again, and sat on her bed. Gabi sat down where the blood had gone through. "Are you sure you're okay? You look really pale."

"I'm fine, Troy, trust me," Gabi said sweetly. She placed a quick, small kiss on Troy's lips and smiled at him.