Because, as all girls know, the girls' bathroom is our refuge.
Now, if Troy was bold and did look in the girls' bathroom for her, than I guess it wouldn't be "where he'll never find her" anymore. More like "where he'll never find her if he was a 'coward' and won't look in the bathroom."
He finally gave up after searching out all the hallways, classrooms, and such. He stopped when he was across the hall from the girls' bathroom. He started to think. 'She might be in there, but then again, isn't that too cliché? Ooh, that's a French word! I bet Mrs. Enseignant will give me a gold star!' He slapped his cheek once he got sidetracked and started thinking hard.
'If I were a girl, I would hide in the bathroom from a guy. I'd be all, 'Ooh, look at me! I'm sad and need somewhere to go! Ooh, the bathroom!' and run off there.'
A short girl walked out of the bathroom, and saw Troy staring at the bathroom. She glared at him, and said, "Pervert," then stalked away. Troy grumbled, "Shrimp," after her, but not loud enough for her to hear his remark.
'She's gotta come out of there – if she's really in there. It was Chad's fault anyway. Why does she have to take it out on me? And I thought I actually had her for a second. But then she puts on her 'not getting to me' face and I'm left looking at her like 'Oh no you didn't'.'
The bathroom door suddenly creaked open, interrupting Troy's thoughts. He was pleased to see Gabriella's thin figure standing at the frame, looking at him.
"What?" she spat.
"How did you know I was out here?" asked a confused Troy.
Gabriella smirked. "You think out loud. I heard all the way from 'Chad's fault' to 'oh no you didn't,'" she managed through a giggle.
Gabriella's giggle put a smile on Troy's face. "I like your giggle," he confessed without thinking. Her smile quickly vanished.
"Flattered, Troy, but not enough to get to me," she said as she walked away. He started to get up, just like she planned. "By the way, don't bother trying to follow me. There's another bathroom down the hall," she cried over her shoulder to him. He sunk to the floor, hopeless.
Aha, so we come to this little word above. "Hopeless." A word that contains a word in the title, if you haven't noticed. I warn you, don't try to piece this whole Troyella love/hate thing together just yet. There are still bits and pieces that you need to know. It's like a jigsaw puzzle. You can't complete the puzzle without all the puzzle pieces, right? Well, you're just missing more pieces than you think right now.
Anyways, back to our charming little story. Gabriella fibbed about the bathroom down the hallway. She was sure Troy knew that, and she smiled at his respect towards her, and didn't follow her. Or so she thought. She glanced behind her. Nothing.
'Oh, stop being so paranoid, Montez.'
'How can you not be paranoid!? Everything's wrong!'
'Chill out, dude. Ditch school for a day.'
'What? So I can be greeted by that monster at home? No, I'll pass.'
'You don't necessarily have to go home, you know. Go to the Frito Burrito. You know how you love their burritos stuffed with Fritos! (A/N: Yes, I just made the Frito Burrito up. xD Play along here.)'
'Okay, yeah, but it's also the monster's favorite food joint. What if he's there, waiting for you, huh!?'
'Could you please stop referring to him as a monster? He's your boyfriend!'
'A boyfriend who's a monster!'
"You know you're screwed up when you're arguing with yourself," Gabriella muttered under her breath. She decided to take up the offer on her laid back self, and ditched school for the day. She went to the Frito Burrito, and ordered her signature burrito and a Cola. She took her time eating the burrito, and started getting lost in her thoughts. She got upset with herself when she realized most of her thoughts were about a two topics she'd rather not discuss – Troy, and 'The Monster'. At this point, she didn't want to even think his name.
Once she was done with the burrito, she just sat in her Ford Focus – a gift from the monster. That was the thing about this man. He showered her with gifts, thinking it would make up for every slap and kick. Think of it as someone insulting you, then giving you money, thinking that it will 'make up' for the insult. But these gifts meant nothing to Gabriella. Each time she arrived at the house to see him holding diamond earrings, or car keys, or something flashy, she took them out of habit; not because she wanted it.
The monster was just like a fly to her – annoying, trying to get in your business, buzzing in your ears. She hated – absolutely hated – this fly. The fly constantly annoyed her. Not even her singing 'Shoo fly, don't bother me' in her head helps her get over this annoyance anymore. (Not like it even helped in the first place.)
She decided to go back to school, since she had nothing better to do. But, as she started up the car, she found herself driving past the school. To a place where teenagers where restricted, but could easily get in with a winning smile, an easy guard at the door, and a fake ID.
&
"Nice way to get rid of me," Troy mumbled under his breath. "There aren't any freakin bathrooms down the hall."
His phone interrupted his complaints.
CHAD:
mr. roy is mad get 2 class now or else u'll have detention!!!!!!
Troy flipped his phone shut, not wanting to talk to anyone. It was times like this when he wished he was a girl. If you saw a boy just sitting there in the boys' bathroom, wouldn't you get suspicious?
CHAD:
ps – i'm blamin u if i get detention 4 havin my fone out!!!!
Troy sighed, and decided to reply.
TROY:
who needs mr roy? when will we need to know what e equals mc blah blah blah in our life?????
CHAD:
u'd b surprised
TROY:
dont even start, man
CHAD:
just get 2 class already. shoot, mr roys just saw my fone (i think…….) good luck getting 2 class!!!!
Troy stared at the message from Chad, and suddenly felt extremely exhausted. Who needed math and science and to know what a stupid pâté is?
&
Gabriella got in the bar easily. A wink, a smile, a hair flip – done. Drinking would've never been an option for her. But – with the combination of being tired, worn out, and abused – she considered it.
"Hit me with another one," Gabriella said with a giggle. She was a bit on the tipsy side at this point.
"This is your last one, miss. The bar's limit on drinks is 15," the bartender explained while he handed her a Budweiser.
"Whatever," Gabriella mumbled under her breath as she took a long swig of the drink.
"Excuse me, miss," a blonde hair boy said while he came out from behind Gabriella. Gabriella jumped a little and giggled.
"H-hey, you loo-o-o-k familiar. Are you my d-daddy?" Gabriella asked the boy.
The boy chuckled. "A bit drunk, are we?"
Gabriella rested her head on the cold countertop and sighed. "Yes," she mumbled. "I'm just so lost."
"Well, you're not the only one," the boy said with a smile. "One beer, please," he told the bartender.
"Wait… d-don't you go to East High? Always following that b-bitch around?" Gabriella questioned.
The boy's face fell a little. "I guess Sharpay can be a bitch. Only when she wants to."
"So… she wants to b-b-be a bitch all the time…?" Gabriella asked.
The boy chuckled. "That's quite rude, miss."
"You said it yourself – I'm just an unworthy, stupid, bitchy drunk."
"I don't remember the unworthy, stupid, or bitchy in my comment," the boy said with a swig of beer.
Gabriella looked at him before mumbling, "Yeah, well, I added it."
The boy heard her, and chuckled. "I'm Ryan Evans."
"Gabriella Montez," Gabriella managed before passing out on the counter.
&
The dismissal bell rang, and Troy wandered out of the school, almost trampled by all the other students rushing out. The first day at East High is never a favorite for most. With all the snobby kids, boring teachers, and detention slips passed out everyday, it was a miracle that people made it out alive.
"Troy!" a familiar high-pitched voice rang out. Troy groaned and turned around.
"Sharpay…" he said awkwardly. He knew he was going to hear the words 'you,' 'me,' 'date,' 'Saturday,' and a giggle.
"So, would you like to go on a date with me on Saturday?" Sharpay asked with a giggle.
Troy saw a dizzy Gabriella wandering in the parking lot. "Sorry, Shar, I-I can't. I have… plans…?"
Sharpay frowned, but remembering that frowns being wrinkles, she smoothed her face out. "Okay, maybe another time. GO TEAM!" she shouted as she was accompanied by a group of cheerleaders.
Troy bolted to Gabriella, his Converse almost giving out under his feet. "Gabriella!" he shouted.
"Ooh, the gods are calling!" Gabriella shouted. "They sound cute too," she said through a giggle.
'Oh, gosh, she's drunk,' Troy assumed quickly. "I've been called a god, but unfortunately, I'm not one," he explained as he jogged over.
"Ooh, Troysie!" Gabriella yelled. An angry Sharpay heard and turned around.
"No. One. Calls. Him. Troysie. But. ME!" she yelled as she took off her pumps and ran over to tackle Gabriella.
"Ooh, look, it's that Bitchpay," Gabriella said with a smirk.
"What did you just say?" Sharpay challenged.
"Not me. Some really cute guy named Ryan Evans," Gabriella said with a shrug. Sharpay screamed. "EEEWW, you scream loud!" Gabriella said, covering her ears.
"You unworthy, lying bitch!" Sharpay screamed at Gabriella. "My brother would never do such a thing!"
"Oh yes he did. He's an awesome fucker too," Gabriella said and smirked.
Troy's face fell. "What!?" he and Sharpay asked simultaneously.
Gabriella secretly winked at Troy. "Yeah, how he… how he…" was all she could say before she collapsed on the ground. Sharpay thought she might be dead, and she smirked, but when she heard snoring, she groaned.
"Stupid ass bitch," she mumbled before returning to her friends.