I've been on a roll updating three stories and pushing out this new one. (Yep that was a shameless plug to get you to go and check out the other three so do it.) This isn't finished but I just couldn't find a good place to end it so that's why it just sort of does. Review so I know I'm not completely terrible at this ship please.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
She's sadistic so she hates him for how he died and not that he did.
It's a heart attack in front of the entire student body at a championship game. (And he called her dramatic.)
She doesn't get to play grieving widow because they were a secret, and she's just the dirty mistress. Gabriella plays it well, though, and she's tired of being the understudy.
She doesn't go to the funeral because people won't notice her absence, not because she just can't go. (At least that's what she tells herself.)
Instead she spends four hours in the bathtub judging how well she can hold her breath and pressing the silver cross he gave her into her palm so hard it leaves a mark.
(She doesn't kill herself, because they were already such a cliché.)
She leaves this town two weeks after graduation, and then the stick produces two lines and, really, this is getting ridiculous.
Tyler Bolton Evans is never born. A faulty test giving hope for everything she never knew she always wanted, and sweeping it away with a doctor's visit and a whispered it's stress.
(Her heart hurts.)