It happened on a Wednesday, but he always thought it was a Sunday. It just showed how much he actually cared. He bought her a present thirteen days late. One for every week they had been together. She had always said better late then never.
She stopped saying it after that.
91. It was her lucky number. 92. Her most unlucky number.
He broke up with her on the ninety second day they were together.
91 wasn't her lucky number anymore. It was just to entirely close to 92. She guessed she hadn't realized it before. Which was weird, since math was always her best subject.
It never had made sense to her until her worst enemy came crying to her on the sixteenth day without him. He had asked Sharpay out after they broke up. He was using her for basketball, what else?
Sharpay knew it too, maybe that's why it hurt more in the end.
He had broken up with her on the twelve day that had been together.
Gabriella saw significance in that. But pushed her thoughts away and told herself she was reading too much into it.
She didn't know how it happened. And she couldn't remember when it happened either, if you asked her. But she had kissed Sharpay. She had wanted Sharpay in ways that newfound friends shouldn't want each other. In ways that old friends shouldn't want each other.
Sharpay had been vulnerable, she remembered that much.
Also, they hadn't lasted too long.
Unfortunately, she remembered that too.
Because, really, Troy always had a way of ruining good things.
