This little two shot was inspired by Boyce Avenue's and Hannah Trigwell's cover of Cher Llyod's Want U Back. Their version is seriously... UGH breath taking. So, I decided to write a little two shot inspired by this wonderful cover! If you haven't heard it, please go listen to it right now on Youtube! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this little two shot! :) READ AND REVIEW PLEASE. Love you guys!
Troy's blue eyes darted left to look at the girl who was stationed next to him on the tan couch. His girlfriend of eight months was buried in her school work. The pair had a giant test on the History of Broadway the next day, and even though Gabriella was prepared for the test, she was still stressing over it. Troy noted how beautiful she looked, her brown hair pulled to the left side of her neck, revealing a small birthmark in the shape of a heart. He loved kissing the small mark. He shook his head slightly, washing the image of them in his mind out. He had felt something in his stomach lately, and it broke his heart. The basketball player cleared his throat, catching the attention of the beautiful Latina.
"Can we take a break from studying?" He asked, scratching the back of his neck, his beautiful eyes avoiding the stare Gabriella's brown were sending him.
"Sure?" She responded to him more as a question. Troy was acting different today, and she didn't know why. He hadn't kissed her sweetly on the lips when he entered her house that evening. He didn't rub her leg soothingly as she stressed over the upcoming test. She could sense that something was rattling around in his brain. "Is everything okay, Wildcat?" The small hand reached of the warm hand of Troy, trying to grasp onto him. Wanting to feel his touch as she sent him a confused look. It wasn't fine, Troy concluded in his head. His baby blues answered Gabriella's question.
The brown eyes filled with worry as Troy retracted is warm hands from hers, his voice was soft, almost pleading, "I think we need to break up," The words were being forced from his vocal chords, breaking his heart. And hers. The couple had their fair share of break ups and breaks but it never seemed to be like this.
Gabriella didn't speak for a moment as she felt her heart drop into her stomach. Her insides were filling with sadness. She didn't understand. "Did... did I do something wrong?" She held the tears back from spilling over the edges of her eyes. Her voice was cracking.
"I just... need time," Troy said softly, rubbing his hands over his jean clad thighs, something he did when he was nervous.
It had been two months, seven days, and sixteen hours since the night the pair had sat on Gabriella's couch and it seemed that Troy had taken his newly found single status to a level the small brunette hadn't expected. She had heard several stories about the basketball player hooking up with girls at parties. The once golden couple of East High hadn't spoken since that night Troy broke things off with the confused Latina. She still didn't understand and she didn't want to speak to him because she knew if she did, her heart would just explode.
Her mocha eyes burned holes into the back of Troy Bolton's head. She hated him.
She dreaded going to fourth period everyday because she had to see him. The class they had scheduled so that they could be together was now that class she hated the most. She hated passing his locker to see him looking attractive in his red and white East High apparel. She hated seeing him flirting with other girls. She hated all the stories she heard about him. She hated that he didn't try to talk to her and mend things. She hated him.
Their Drama class was in the school's auditorium to practice their scene from Romeo and Juliet. She watched as Troy was huddled close to a small brunette cheerleader, Rachel. Rumors of the two being official were spreading like wildfire around the school, making Gabriella's heart-break. How could he move on so quickly?
Her brown eyes looked down at the printed paper in front of her, her eyes swelling up with a substance that seemed to haunt her. Troy Bolton haunted her. She didn't want to cry, not now. He moved on, why couldn't she?
A loud echo sounded through the large room, indicating that East High students could move onto their next class. Gabriella's tear stricken eyes seemed to stare lifelessly at the page of dialogue in front of her, not moving an inch. The students moved around her, going to their next class without a care.
Bringing her knees to her chest, she readjusted herself in the uncomfortable auditorium chairs, she looked around and saw that her fourth period class had exited, leaving her alone in the giant room. The sad Latina let out a small sob, her brown eyes finally letting the tears that had threatened to fall, cascade down her smooth cheeks. She hated him.
He still loved her. He loved the way she would bury herself into her studies. He loved the way she wore her hair down, in curls. He loved the way she still looked beautiful despite the fact that he knew she was a mess. He still loved her.
Everyday an excitement would build inside of him because he got to see her in their class. A class they had picked because the couple knew it would result in them being in the same period. He loved seeing her pass his locker every morning, her once long brown hair now cut short. To her shoulders, something Troy had never wanted Gabriella to do because he loved her hair long. He still thought she was stunning.
Troy smiled at the girl who walked beside him, her brown eyes radiating with happiness. They seemed to remind him of the brown eyes of Gabriella. The girl whose heart he broke. The girl he was still in love with.
"Thanks for walking me to class," The brown-eyed girl flirted, her hand drifting over Troy's muscular arm, a small grin forming on the boys lips as he nodded. He wasn't used to girls being so forward with him. He missed the shyness that would emerge from Gabriella. The slight touches that would send him in a small high everytime she was around him. He missed that.
"You're welcome," Leaning in, he placed a small kiss on the girls cheek, letting the smell of the cheerleader enter his nostrils. She smelled good, but it wasn't the smell of the Latina. The smell of Gabriella still seemed to linger, even though he hadn't kissed her, or smelled her in over two months. He still remembered exactly how she smelled.
As the basketball player began to walk towards the direction of the gym, where his dad had him practice during his free period, he remembered he had forgotten his red and white, East High, draw string bag in the auditorium. Silently cursing himself, he turned around, heading down the empty hallway, in the direction of where his last class gathered.
Stepping into the assembly room, he heard something familiar. A sound he had heard plenty of times before. A sound that broke his heart. Gabriella was crying.
Stopping in his tracks, he noticed the small Latina was all the way in the front of the school's auditorium, she was seated in the uncomfortable chair. Right where she was when class had been dismissed almost ten minutes ago. Her knees were brought to her chest, as she sobbed. The small sobs seemed to echo throughout the large room. He hated seeing her cry.
"I loved him," She sobbed quietly into her knees, to herself. Sniffling, rubbed her puffy brown eyes. "How could he just... move on," She began talking to herself again, her sobs growing louder as she buried her head into her knees again, letting out a cry.
Troy's heart dropped into his gut, seeing the small brunette shake from the crying she was doing. She was crying, over him. She was crying because he broke her heart. His blue eyes widened, as the reason he had come back to the once crowded room, was forgotten. Troy took a small step towards the brunette, wanting to fix things.
"I hate him, I hate him, so much," She repeated to herself, a small sniffle following. Troy, stopping in his tracks, he let his arms fall to his sides. She hated him. Turning around, Troy headed for the open doors, leaving his bag completely forgotten. She hated him.
Gabriella skipped her fifth period class, letting herself cry in the empty school assembly room. She didn't want to face anyone. She didn't want the off-chance of passing him in the hallway after she just spent forty minutes crying over him.
She made her way to her locker which was on the far end of the school, she walked with her books cuddled against her chest. She tried her hardest to not break down on the way to her locker. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying. Her brown eyes avoided the stares the students of East High were sending her, they knew something was wrong with the beautiful girl.
Letting out a sigh as she reached her locker, she spun her combination, opening it with ease. As she pulled the locker door open, a small piece of a paper fell from it. Gabriella furrowed her eyebrows, bending down to pick up the mystery paper. The last time she had gotten a note in her locker, she was still Troy's girlfriend. He wanted her to skip her third period class and meet him in the gym so that they could practice for Drama class. Although, she had agreed, practicing dialogue was the last thing the couple did.
Picking up the paper, she opened it with caution, her hands still shaking from all the crying she did leading to that moment. Her brown eyes scanned the paper, the familiar hand writing registering in her mind. Her heart began to race. Her brown eyes grew wide.
Meet me at the spot during lunch. -T
It was the first time he had tried to communicate with her since that night on her couch. The night he had broken her heart. She didn't trust it. The spot was a place only the two of them knew, where the two would escape to spend time together during lunch or free period. They shared many memories together at their spot.
Her dark eyes scanned the area around her, seeing if there was someone around trying to play a trick on her. To see if Ashton would jump out and say she was being Punk'd. Sadly, there wasn't. And sadly, she had a choice to make.
Her worn out converse took cautious steps towards the doors that led up the staircase to the roof top. She had decided to meet Troy at their spot. Her heart was racing. Jumping out of her chest, almost as if there was a killer in the next room and she was hiding. Her breathing was hitched in her chest as she took a step closer to the door, her shaking hand gripping the door knob to open the set of outward swinging doors.
Her breathing seemed to stop as she retracted her hand, her senses coming back to her. Was she really about to make herself vulnerable? Was she going to let the blue-eyed beauty still control her heart? Shaking her head, she took a step back from the double doors, letting her hand fall to her side. She didn't want to be hurt again. Her tiny feet shuffled towards her quiet sanctuary. The library.
Troy waited paternally for the beautiful girl. He waited for her walk up the set of stairs, expecting to see her curly brown hair bounce with every step she took. Checking the watch on his wrist, he noted that it was already ten minutes into their lunch period. He blinked a few times, before he realized she probably wasn't coming. She acted with her heart, and if what she said earlier was the truth. She hated him. She wasn't going to show up to what used to be their spot if she hated him. If she hated him, she'd let him rot in Hell like he deserved to. She left him there, waiting for her. Sighing, he stood up from his position and straightened his jeans out. He deserved that.
Troy's blue eyes scanned the silent room. Gabriella's favorite room. The school's library. He knew she wasn't in the lunch room, because he had already checked there.
He spotted her at the small rounded table in the corner, her shoulder length hair framed her face, it made her look beautiful. It made him feel like an idiot. He wanted to talk to her. He wanted to feel his lips against hers. He wanted to run his hand through her new hair. He wanted her back.
He took small steps towards the Latina, her face buried in a book. He noted how beautiful she was and how stupid he was. Slowly, he approached the tiny brunette. He cleared his throat before he spoke, his voice still cracking, as he nervously let out words pour from his mouth, "You didn't come,"
Troy's appearance seemed to startle the girl, causing her jump. She gripped her chest, in complete surprise to see the blue-eyed beauty in her sanctuary. She turned the page of her book, letting her brown eyes fall on the pages again, "So?" She said softly, not looking in the direction of her ex-boyfriend. Her voice was icy and her eyes were cold.
"Do... do you really hate me?" The basketball player asked, his voice was shaky as he sat down at the rounded table, across from the brunette. This caught Gabriella's attention, her dark eyes darting up from the page in her paper back book, the book she really wasn't paying attention to. She didn't speak, but just stared at him. Her brown orbs capturing the soul of Troy. "I heard you earlier, in the auditorium," His voice was soft, his blue eyes drifting off from the hold Gabriella had on him.
The brunette felt as if someone just punched her in the stomach, she felt like the breath was taken right out of her. "You... heard that?" breathlessly, she gripped the book in her hands tighter, her knuckles turning white. Troy nodded, letting his head drift up to catch the brown eyes again. The soft eyes of Gabriella seemed to harden as they reconnected with the blue. "Why do you care anyway?" She snorted.
"I care," He stated softly, his voice cracking slightly, as his chestnut colored hair fell over his blue eyes. Gabriella closed her book with as much force as she could, shoving it into her backpack, her dark eyes glistening with anger.
"Just leave me alone, okay? Thanks," She scoffed, getting up from her chair, walking towards the closed library door. Leaving the basketball player at the table alone, wishing he could rewind time. Wishing he didn't break her. Wanting to take away all the pain he caused her. Wanting her back.