Disclaimer: I own nothing affiliated to High School Musical. All that is written is purely fictitious.

Summary: Troy and Gabriella are labeled as the king and queen of East High, yet they hate each other with a passion. What happens when one incident brings them together?

Being the queen of East High, as she was referred to by mean of her classmates, was as easy as pie. Most of the time, anyway. She couldn't understand why she was labeled as queen, though. She was just a girl-just somebody in the junior class. She always wore her hair in dark curls. She only preferred to wear mascara and blush. Her favorite clothing item was her torn jeans. She couldn't stand high heels. What was so special about her that people just had to make her "queen"?

Some people only wanted to be her friend because she was "queen". She could always tell who was her friend and who wasn't. She was glad she had some real friends, though. Of course, some were crazy but she wouldn't trade them for anybody else.

Then there was Jason. Her boyfriend of nearly a year. He was a junior, as well. He had black hair that had small spikes sticking up. His green eyes were entirely piercing, never changing. She wouldn't deny it, she loved him. But, things were always tough between them. Mainly because of Troy.

Gabriella, who was standing at the bar during Sharpay's party, rolled her eyes in disgust. "Ugh, Troy."

Troy Bolton was the one person that she could not stand. She hated him so much; she wouldn't even spit in his direction. She knew he hated her, too. It's not like she cared, though.

"I don't care at all," mumbled Gabriella, twirling her tight straw around in her drink glass.

"Talking to yourself?" asked Sharpay, leaning against the counter in her tight blue dress.

Gabriella smiled at Sharpay. "Sorry. I just had a lot going on in my mind."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Gabriella shook her head without a word. "Well, why are you sitting here anyway? You should be dancing with your boyfriend." She paused. "Speaking of, where is your boyfriend?"

Gabriella shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. "I don't know. We didn't even come together."

"Why not? Boyfriends and girlfriends are supposed to come together to parties." Sharpay tapped the counter roughly, indicating that she wanted her usual drink.

Gabriella put a loose curl over her ear and sighed. She sat on the bar stool and turned to face the party. There were people dancing in different fashions, swapping drinks, and walking upstairs to do God knows what. She turned her head to the left and groaned in disgust, seeing her only enemy take a body shot from a girl's chest.

"Look at that." She gestured towards Troy inappropriate act, causing Sharpay to turn and look over. "How disgusting is he?"

"Oh, very." Sharpay's sarcasm was highly noted by Gabriella, who turned to her with furrowed eyebrows.

"You don't think Troy is the most disgusting and ridiculous human being on earth? I mean, come on!" Gabriella took a large sip of her drink.

"Gabby, I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't speak about Troy like that. He's my friend, even if he isn't yours." Sharpay sat next to her on the bar stool with her drink.

"I just don't see how you can be friends with Troy Bolton." Gabriella curled up her lips in disgust.

"Talking about me Montez?"

Troy Bolton came in between the girls, causing Sharpay to leave and Gabriella to look at Troy with an icy glare. He had a nasty smirk on his face as he leaned against the counter. He looked Gabriella up and down then at her drink glass.

"You know it's illegal for little girls like you to drink liquor, right?" teased Troy.

"I don't give a fuck what you think," snapped Gabriella.

Troy put his hands up. "Easy there, Montez."

Gabriella groaned in frustration, getting off the bar stool and walking upstairs to the bathroom. She turned the knob and sighed when she found it to be locked. "Dammit."

"Gabriella."

She turned suddenly to see Jason looking at her with slight anger in his eyes. Confusion went through her as she furrowed her eyebrows. "What?"

"I saw you talking to Bolton. What was that all about?" asked Jason.

"Nothing. He came up to me." Gabriella shook her head.

"Bullshit." The confused brunette suddenly became shocked. "You're not supposed to talk to that asshole."

"Jason, I barely spoke to him. Calm down." Gabriella walked down the hallway, hearing Jason's footsteps behind her.

"Don't you walk away from me," demanded Jason. He pushed people out of his way, getting faster than she was. He caught up with his girlfriend and caged her against the stairway railing.

Gabriella looked at Jason, slightly terrified. "What are you doing?"

"Making you understand where your place is." He got closer to her, having her grip the railing herself so she wouldn't fall over.

Sharpay came up to Troy, who was eying a perky blonde on the other side of the bar. She turned his shoulder, causing irritation to cross his face. "What?"

"Have you seen Gabriella?" asked Sharpay.

Troy scoffed. "Why in the hell should I care where she went? For everybody's sake, I hope she finally left."

Sharpay slightly pushed Troy's shoulder. "Don't talk about her like that. She's my friend."

"Look, I'm sure she's somewhere. Now, I'm trying to hook up." Troy watched her leave in frustration, his eyes wandering up to the staircase. He saw the signature curls of Gabriella's hair and her hands gripping the railing tightly. She was alone and still.

For a second, concern ran through his system but it soon went away. Why in the world she he care about her? He had better things to do as he finally grabbed the attention of the blonde and walked around the bar towards her. If he had stayed a second longer, he would have seen Gabriella grab an entire bottle of vodka and rush away.

As the party ended that night, people walked out the house or either stayed upstairs in the bedrooms if they had done any activities. Sharpay was well asleep by then, though. There was trash everywhere on the lawn and inside the house. Beer bottles were scattered around, plastic cups were lying haphazardly, and other trash you could think of was among the rest.

Gabriella was walking on the sidewalk slowly, holding a vodka bottle. She stopped when she noticed the bottle was empty. She attempted to throw it away, but ended up throwing herself to the ground. She was utterly drunk and anybody could tell. She felt dizzy as she rested her head on her arms.

Soon, everything went black.

Troy Bolton was walking on the sidewalk towards his house, feeling quite satisfied with himself. He had to have slept with at least 5 girls that night. They weren't that great, but he accepted it. He honestly didn't care what people thought of him. It was just what he did. He never fell in love. Falling in love was just a waste of time.

He noticed somebody lying on the ground. Curiosity got the best of him so he stopped and peered down at the person. It was a girl. He bent down and gently brushed her hair away from her face. He jumped back, shocked and sort of disgusted.

It was Gabriella.

What was he supposed to do? He bent back down cautiously and shook her a bit. "Montez, get up." She didn't move. He looked her over. Again, curiosity got the best of him as he noticed a mark on her wrist. He looked closer and saw they were bruises. They looked like marks that fingers would leave.

Dropping that from his mind, he looked her over again. He couldn't just leave her lying here all night, no matter how much he hated her.

"I'm so going to regret this," grumbled Troy.

He picked her up bridal style and attempted to carry her towards her house. He was surprised he remembered the way to house ever since it had been at least a year since he was there. In fact, it was only five houses away from his own.

He noticed a light was on in the house and before he reached the door, it flew open to reveal Ms. Montez. She looked quite shocked to see Troy carrying Gabriella.

"Oh my God, what happened?" asked Ms. Montez, worried.

Troy looked at Gabriella, seeing her sound asleep. "My guess is she drank too much at the party."

"Drinking?" Ms. Montez muttered something in Spanish while she followed Troy into the house. "Just leave her on the couch to sleep."

Troy laid Gabriella on the couch and glanced over at the throw blanket that was hanging around it. He put it over her body and saw her snuggle into it. She looked kind of cute when she was asleep, yet hung over.

Shut up, Troy. What the hell are you thinking? It's Montez.

"Thank you for bringing her home, Troy." Ms. Montez crossed her arms.

Troy shrugged, not saying a word. He rubbed the back of his neck, a habit he did when he felt awkward or nervous. "I guess I should go. It's late."

Ms. Montez followed Troy to the door and opened it for him. She stopped him as he stood outside on the step. "Troy, it's really nice to see you again. It's a shame you haven't been over. I haven't made brownies since the last time you were here."

Troy didn't know what to say so he nodded and simply left. As he was walking down the sidewalk, he kept thinking in his head about the last time he was actually really inside the house.

"I never want to see you, talk you, or even have you in this house again."

Author's Note: I hope you guys enjoyed the second chapter. This a little bit of a filler chapter, but it also reveals a bit more of the characters and some situations. As you can tell, there is a flashback line in the end of why Troy and Gabriella stopped talking. The entire situation will be revealed in a later chapter. If you have questions, feel free to ask. Review!