I was never the kind of girl who had posters of guys all over her wall. Nor was I the kind of girl who went against her parents, drank and slept around. I was pure, the "epitome of innocence." All he had to say was a few words and I went from the girl who had never had an experience to kiss and tell to a woman who had an option to kill and tell. The day I met Bolton changed my life.

Complete one-eighty.

Turned it upside down.

I went from class sweetheart and president to class rebel and everyone's worst nightmare.

A lady doesn't kiss and tell.

A woman doesn't kill and tell.

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CHAPTER 1: WHITE

I was thirteen years young, innocent, naive even, when I was first included in a study session which mainly consisted of talking about the three no-nos. Sex, drugs and rock 'n 'roll. I was a virgin, drugs were off the agenda, and my parents had raised me to listen to classical music, for rock 'n' roll was the music of devils, they'd say. I was sixteen when I got my first kiss from a boy, seventeen from a girl. It was after my kiss with the girl that I spent an entire day crying in church.

I was the complete opposite of my best friend, or who I considered to be my best friend. Sharpay Evans: charming Christian by day, slutty Mrs Claus by night. She once labelled me the "epitome of innocence," before trying to initiate a homosexual experience that'd "blow" my mind. She was my contact to the real world. I'd known her since birth, our mothers practically sisters, our fathers partners in "crime." By "crime" I mean, they once defaced the wall of their church by writing "I LOVE JESUS!"

There yet, there I sat in her too-big room, surrounded by the scraps of material she considered clothing.

"Gab, I need to wear something that'd not only mentally blow his mind, but something that'd lead me to blow... something else. Perhaps something red? Or black? Maybe white?"

I stared at the three outfits that she had brought out, all three were short dresses. Short, short, dresses, just in different colors.

"Um... White?"

She dropped the other two dresses and hung the white dress on the hook provided in her closet. Analyzing it carefully, she stripped of her clothing, leaving only a pair of lace red panties and a bra.

"Won't your underwear be too blatantly obvious under the dress? Are you going to change it or...?" I asked, leaving the question open for her.

Her analysis stopped and she turned to me before laughing a little too loud.

"Oh, Gabi! Gabi, Gabi, Gabi... Sweet innocent Gabriella." With each word she walked closer to where I sat at the edge of her bed. Soon she was stood right in front of me, "Babe, that'd the whole point. The red part he will be able to see will drive him insane. Whatever the hell is name is... Drake, Dom, Dustin...?"

I laughed quietly, she rarely knew the name of the guy she was supposedly dating, and she'd simply refer to him as "babe" all night.

"I worry for you sometimes," she said, turning away and slipping into the black dress, "I really do..." before grabbing my hand, pulling me up and assessing my outfit.

A black skirt that reached the bottom part of my knees and a grey t-shirt paled in comparison to Sharpay's outfit. Suddenly her eyes were filled with light, the grey lighting up like fireworks.

"Gabi! You should come tonight!"

Wait, what?

I stepped backwards and fell onto the bed, crawling backwards in an awkward position, "No. No, no. No. Noooo. No, no, no, no and NO."

"Yes. Or I'll tell your parents we kissed last New Year's."

"Shar! That isn't, under any circumstances, fair. You kissed me!"

Sharpay sighed and walked into her walk in closet, although her parents were religious, they gave her more freedom than I had. A lot more freedom. She was able to have boyfriends, go out to parties as long as it was legal, wear clothing my parents would completely disapprove of.

"And you spent the next day crying at church. So what? You're coming. Now let me find you something to wear..." her voice said from inside the closet.

I love to hate Sharpay Evans. And I hate to love her too.

Next thing I knew, a piece of clothing was thrown at my face, a dress. White in color and shockingly demure… for Sharpay. For me, it was too much, too clingy, too tight, too white, too slutty, too un-Gabriella Montez. I tried it on anyway.

It was a white body con dress that went to the same length as my skirt, the neckline formed in a v-cut, showcasing more cleavage than preferred and a hint of my plain electric blue bra. The leather jacket she threw at my face was a grey, biker-like one and matched the grey leather ankle boots she passed.

"Jesus, you have boobs!" Sharpay cried, her face illuminated by her phone.

I sighed quietly, "Don't use his name like that… and yeah, I suppose I do."

"They're amazing!"

"Shar…" I warned quietly, "Where are we going?"

"Oh," she started collecting two purses for us and heading to grab two very long coats, "White Horse, that new club downtown," Casually passing me one of each and walking down the stairs innocently.

I followed her, putting the coat on as we passed her father who smiled at us, tipping his teacup in our direction. Stepping into her car, I abruptly turned, glaring at the blonde who sat applying lip-gloss whilst primping her hair.

"White Horse? Downtown?" I whispered angrily, "Those are like… Satan's second homes or something…"

Sharpay scoffed and started the car, tossing me a lipstick and mascara stick while doing so, "You really need to chill Gabriella, it's one night. I'll never force you again, pushover."

It was less than half an hour later that we pulled up in an old parking lot, and less than ten minutes after that that we entered the club, somehow we got in… somehow.

The music was loud, it smelt of sweat and alcohol with a hint of popcorn, large TV screens showed videos of women moaning and touching themselves seductively, the air was thick and heavy. The whole atmosphere screamed sin.

I heard Sharpay giggle beside me.

"What?" I questioned.

"Nothing, you just look so scared. Calm down, have a drink, meet a guy… screw that, meet a bunch of guys, dance, maybe go home with someone and then tomorrow morning, repent or some other shit like that. Call me if you need me." And with that, Sharpay Evans was gone. I was left alone with a room full of people.

I walked forward, heading through the mesh of people grinding and moaning, in order to reach the bar. As ladylike as I could, I sat on one of the stools and suddenly I was surrounded by a different kind of heat as I felt I presence next to me.

A warm, seductive voice then said to the bartender, "She'll have a bottle of water, please."

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