Ok, so you might be thinking, 'why is she posting a new story when she should be working on Replaced?' Well this was written a while ago as part of my Zac/OC story, but I didn't have a place in the story for it. But I really love it and wanted to post it so I changed it to Troy/Gabriella.
Gabriella and Troy dated for 5 years and were madly in love. After graduating college they both broke out into the entertainment industry and became stars. They break up after she walks into his trailer and she sees him with another girl.
THE ONLY WAY
Troy looked across the dance floor his heart skipped a beat. There was a petite brunette dancing on a table with a bottle of Grey Goose in her hand. There she was, the love of his life, wasted to the point of complete oblivion. His heart broke into more pieces as she stumbled and nearly fell to the ground. She giggled as a guy he did not recognize stopped her from hitting the floor. She just stood up straight and placed the bottle down as the waitress came up to her and gave her another drink. His eyes became glossy as she downed it within seconds. As he watched her destroy herself anger rushed through his veins. He grabbed a cocktail napkin and asked the waiter for a pen. He scribbled a note and angrily got up, ignoring his friends who were calling his name confused.
"A hundred bucks to cut Gabriella Montez off?" he asked coming up to the waitress.
"Sure," the waitress replied.
"Thanks, when she flips out give her this," he said handing the cocktail napkin and money to her.
"Ok," she said taking the napkin.
"Thanks," he replied.
"No problem." With that, Troy walked off and leaned against the bar, in a place that he knew Gabriella would see him. About a minute later he watched as the waitress went up to Gabriella…
"Can I have another?" Gabriella asked.
"I'm sorry Gabriella, I have been asked to cut you off," she replied.
"What?! By who," she exclaimed.
"He just told me to give you this," the waitress handed her the napkin and walked off. She opened it up and read: Someone had to do it. Her jaw dropped at the handwriting. She looked up to see Troy standing there. They made eye contact and he broke it and turned away. She knew exactly where he was going so she followed him. She arrived at the balcony, to see Troy holding the door open for her. She furiously walked through the door, and he closed it behind them.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" she yelled.
"I could ask you the same fucking thing!"
"Umm, how about having fun," she shot back and he shook his head. "Since when was throwing up and falling all over the place having fun?!"
"I'm not throwing up! I'm not falling! I'm fine!"
"You're not fine," he said looking at her like she was crazy. "You're a fucking wreck!"
"Who the fuck are you to judge me? You don't fucking know me!"
"You know what? Your right I don't fucking know you, cause the Gabriella I know makes fun of girls that pass out from alcohol poisoning. And now…you're one of them."
"No I'm not! And even if I was, what makes you think you have the right to cut me off. You don't control me!"
"You really think I was going to sit there and let the girl I used to love with all my heart and every damn bone in my body destroy herself!" he screamed. She froze and tears welled up in her eyes.
"Yeah! Used to! Well if you don't care about me why are you doing this," she exclaimed.
"First of all I do care," he said strictly, "and second? Because I want you to be the girl I love."
"But why? You fucking cheated on me!"
"You know I am starting to believe that you don't care about me. That you don't love me."
"What the hell makes you think that?"
"Cause if you did you would believe me!" Before Gabriella could respond her body became weak and she collapsed into Troy's arms.
"Gabriella…Gabriella!" he exclaimed shaking her.
"Huh," she said groggily, before closing her eyes.
"Oh god," he groaned.
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Gabriella's eyes fluttered open, waking up to the sound of Troy's voice. He was on the phone pacing back and forth.
"God Chad you should've seen her..." When she realized he was talking about her she closed her eyes. "She couldn't stand up...yeah I asked the waitress to cut her off...what do you think? She flipped out...she screamed at me before passing out...passed out in the guest room." Gabriella then felt him sit on the side of the bed and place his hand on her hip. "And it's all my fault. She's my Gabi, my baby girl, seeing her like this, it breaks my heart..." At this point Gabriella was trying as hard as she can to withhold tears. "I dunno, put our past behind us until she gets better...no she definitely needs professional help...I really don't want her to have to go to rehab but if that is the only thing that is going to help her then so be it but I hope she can do something here. Then I will be able to help...I think she will be mad at first, but hopefully she will realize that I am doing this because I care about her and because I want what's best for her...of course I love her, but if we get back together I want it to be because she loves me, not because she needs someone...I know she does..." He moved his hand from her hip and began to run his hands through her hair. "God I remember how much I loved to watch her sleep, but right now...I can't stand seeing her like this…yeah…I'll talk to you later…bye man." Troy hung up the phone and stood up. He was about to walk out but stopped when he heard a sob. He turned around to see Gabriella crying.
"Gabi...you're up," he said in shock. She nodded.
"What's...what's wrong?" He asked walking over to her.
"Please...please don't send me away," she cried. "I'll do anything." He sighed and sat down on the bed.
"We'll talk about it tomorrow, here I got you a pair of sweatpants and shirt." She nodded, took them from him and got out of bed. Slowly she walked into the closet. Looking in the mirror, she slipped on the sweatpants, then slowly took off her dress. She slowly put the clothes on and walked back out, tears streaming down her face. Troy led her over to the bed and she laid down.
"I'm sorry," she cried.
"It's okay," he replied softly.
"No, it's…"
"Shh, just get some sleep we will talk tomorrow," he cut her off and she nodded.
"I'll be in my room if you need anything."
"Ok," she replied.
"Goodnight," he said and kissed her forehead.
"Goodnight," she replied.
The Next Day
Troy looked up as a clearly hung over Gabriella walked into the kitchen.
"Hey," he greeted.
"Hey," she mumbled.
"Sleep well?" She just shrugged and he nodded.
"What time is it?" she asked and he looked at his watch.
"Almost 2," he replied.
"Damn," she chuckled.
"Why don't you take a shower, get dressed, and then we can talk," he suggested.
"Ok, but I don't have any clothes," she replied.
"I went to your place and picked some up for you," he said not looking at her and taking
a bite of his sandwich.
"Thanks but um how did you know what to get?" she asked. He turned and looked at her
like she was crazy.
"Yeah stupid question," she mumbled.
"Yeah," he nodded. "They're in the guest room closet."
"Thanks," she replied and he nodded. She went to the guest room and took a shower. After she was done she went to the closet to get dressed. When she opened the door she was shocked to see a massive suitcase. Confused, she opened it up to see tons of clothes. She let it go for a second and grabbed a pair of jeans and a white camisole. After putting it on she walked downstairs to see Troy watching TV.
"You know it was nice of you to pack some choices, but you didn't need to pack me that many," she said sitting next to him.
"I didn't pack that much so you could have choices," he replied not taking his eyes off the TV.
"Then why did you?" she asked confused.
"Cause you will be staying here for a while," he replied, turning off the TV and looking at her.
"What?!" she asked in shock.
"Yep," he replied getting up.
"Is that an order?" she exclaimed standing up as well.
"Well if you are asking if you have a choice, the answer is no you don't."
"What the fuck! When did this happen and how come I don't have a choice?"
"It happened when we realized you need serious help."
"We?"
"Yes. Me, our friends, and your parents have decided it is what is best for you," he replied.
"And what? My opinion isn't valid?"
"No it's not."
"Since when?!"
"Since you made it clear that you cant take care of yourself!"
"Yes I can!"
"No you cant Gabriella! So get over it! You lost the privilege of managing your life the second we realized you are on the way to being the next Lindsay Lohan! Now grab your stuff, we are going over to Taylor's."
"You can go to Taylor's. I have plans."
"Not anymore you don't."
"You cant tell me what to do!"
"Watch me. Where should I start? Oh I have an idea." He went over to her bag and grabbed her phone.
"What are you doing!"
"Deleting everyone in your phonebook that I don't know."
"WHAT?!" she exclaimed going over to him and trying to get the phone out of his hand, but he moved it.
"Trevor…delete…Jamie…delete…Rachel…delete…" he said.
"Troy! Those are my friends!"
"You call the people who let you drink until you throw up then pass out your friends?" he asked looking at her like she was crazy.
"It's not their fault! You cant tell me who I can and cannot be friends with!"
"Yes I can and I am going to!"
"You don't get it! I just want to be normal!"
"Normal?" he asked in shock and confusion.
"Yes! I just want to be a normal 23 year old!" she shot back in a desperate tone.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I missed out on so much Troy. I know you think that I'm messed up now, but all I want is to have my raging 20s. Have fun, go wild, and have none of it matter. There is absolutely nothing wrong with going to a club and getting drunk."
"Yeah, until it gets dangerous!"
"I'm not putting myself in danger! I know what I'm doing!"
"Yeah, then why don't you explain to me why you passed out in my arms last night," he shot back.
"Ugh!! Why do you have to be so uptight! Newsflash 80 percent of the people my age have passed out from alcohol. Maybe I am like this because you held me back for 4 fucking years! Because I wanna know what it's like to go out and not have someone constantly watching over me!"
"Jesus Gabriella!" Troy exclaimed furious. "I wouldn't have constantly watched over you if I didn't need to! Do you seriously think I don't know? You think I don't know that you can do shots of vodka without flinching, you think I don't know how wild you truly are? You don't know where to stop Gabriella! You never have! If I didn't think you could drink to the point where you could possibly get hurt I wouldn't care!"
"You don't know me Troy! The girl you know disappeared the second you brought Dana into your trailer. You put me through a lot of shit Troy, and as heartbreaking as it was it just made me stronger. I'm not that girl who always needs to be taken care of anymore. So if you don't like that girl, that's your problem, and there is nothing you can do to get me back to the way I was before," she said seriously. "I need to move on Troy, and
living here is not going to help me do that."
"Why? Why do you need to move on?"
"Cause it's been 9 months! I can't go through life pining over you and thinking about what could've been!"
"Why do you have absolutely no faith in us? I thought maybe, just maybe, if I could get you better and you lived here there could be an us again," he replied.
"I walked in on you with another girl, whether you were cheating on me or not, and you obviously have a problem with who I now, and I have a feeling that those things show that we just aren't meant to be. It was amazing. It truly was, but as they say, all good things have to come to an end," she replied.
"You know what, fine. You don't want to get back together. You don't wanna live here. Have fun in rehab."
"What?!" she yelled in shock.
"You heard me," he replied seriously.
"God! I hate you!" she exclaimed and stormed up to the guest room.
PLEASE REVIEW! Next chapter is almost done and Replaced should also be up soon.