Troy's POV

As I walked to my next class, I couldn't help but wonder why Sharpay was always so mean to everybody. I mean, what was her deal? Gabriella was only trying to help by asking her if she wanted to come study with us. Everyone is always so nice to her, why can't she return the favor? It was almost like she didn't want anyone to like her. I told myself to forget about Sharpay, and that she was just being her normal rude self, which was nothing new. The rest of the day seemed to go by really slow. I t was probably because whenever you want something to come as quickly as possible, like my date with Gabriella that night the time seems to go by as slow as possible. Yet, when you aren't looking forward to something, like a project that is due, the due date seems to be there like the next day. When school eventually did end, I walked Gabriella home and tan home to get ready for our date, even though it wasn't for a couple hours. I walked into the kitchen to get something to eat, and I saw a note on the counter from my mom.

Troy,

I have gone to the store to get a few things, make sure that you do your homework

Homework if you have any. I'll be home shortly.

Love you,

Mom

I sighed deeply, and went upstairs to take a shower and do some of my weekend homework. When I was done, I called Gabriella to confirm what time I was going to pick her up, and it was set, I would pick her up at six. I took a shower and changed into a new pair of jeans and a black button down shirt, and went downstairs to watch TV for a bit until it was time to go get Gabriella. My dad was at the table, reading the paper.

"Hey son, looking good," he said giving me a thumbs up.

"Thanks," I said.

"So, what's the occasion?"

"Gabriella and I have a date tonight."

"Ah, that's good."

"Yes, it is," I said. My dad chuckled.

"I'll see you later then," I said, walking out the door. I got into my car, hoping that tonight would go well.

I drove a few blocks down to Gabriella's house. I got out, ran up to the door, and rang the doorbell. The door opened.

"Troy! Come on in, Gabriella will be down shortly," said Mrs. Montez. A few minutes later, when Gabriella came downstairs, she looked amazing. She was wearing a black skirt that came to her knees with a green tank top and a pair of black high heels and her hair was tied up in a green ribbon.

"You look... Great," I said. Gabriella smiled shyly.

"Thanks, so do you," she said.

"Have fun you two. And be back by eleven," Said Mrs. Montez.

"Don't worry Mom, we will be," said Gabriella to her mother. We went out the door and walked down the driveway to my car.

"Ladies first!" I said opening the passenger door for Gabriella. She giggled and got in. On the way there, we didn't say very Much. Maybe some stuff about what was going on at school and you know, typical stuff like that.

"Here we are!" I said stopping the car.

"The Olive Garden! Wow, how did you know this is my favorite restaurant?"

"I listen to everything you say, duh!" I said. She smiled at me and we walked inside.

Gabriella's POV.

I was so exited! We were at The Olive Garden, my favorite restaurant of all time! It was out two-month anniversary! It was going to be so romantic! Or so I thought. When we walked inside, a hostess immediately showed us to our table. Troy must've gotten a reservation, which is so sweet of him. I thought. The hostess came and gave us our menus, everything looked so good! But, I decided to get what I usually get when I come here, spaghetti and meatballs. It took me a bit to realize that Troy hadn't said a word since we came in.

"Troy, are you ok?"

"Of course, why do you ask?"

"I don't know, you just seemed really quiet is all."

"Oh, well don't worry, I'm fine," He said. Then our waiter came.

"Hi, I'm Steven and I'll be your server tonight. May I take your order?" said the waiter.

"I would like spaghetti and meatballs." I said.

"Uh, same here," said Troy.

"Ok, and what would you like to drink with that?" asked Steven.

"Ice tea," I said.

"Uh, lemonade," said Troy.

"Alright then, I'll be back with those on a flash." Steven said, putting a basket of bread on the table. I took a piece and started to put some butter on it and Troy talked.

"Gabriella?"

"Yes, Troy."

"The real reason I brought you here tonight was to tell you..."

"Yes, go on."

"That I think..."

"You think what?"

"I think we should break up." Troy said. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Did Troy just say we should break up on our anniversary? I couldn't even move I was so shocked.

"WHAT?" I screamed. I could tell everyone was staring at us.

"It's not you. It's me, I'm just not feeling any spark in our relationship," Troy explained.

"Spark? What the heck is that supposed to mean?" I demanded. By now I was in tears. I really thought Troy cared about me.

"It just doesn't feel like we're going out," Troy said. I was crying so loud that everyone in the restaurant could hear me. I just couldn't help it.

"So you brought me here on this special night just to break up with me?"

"What's so special about tonight?" Troy asked in confusion.

"Excuse me?"

"I don't get why you're making a big deal about this," Troy said. At this point I was so angry I couldn't even think, and I was definitely not hungry anymore.

"Um, sorry to interrupt but I have your meals here," said Steven. I was so mad, I must've not realized he was there. I stood up, took a plate of spaghetti off the tray Steven was holding, went behind Troy and flipped it upside down over his head, letting the spaghetti drop on his head, sauce and all. Then I took both the ice tea and the lemonade from the tray, and poured them down the front of his shirt. He looked totally shocked.

"you want to know why tonight is so special Troy?" I asked in a sarcastic tone. And when he didn't respond, I answered for him.

"Today is our two month anniversary, I hope you're happy!" I yelled at him.

"Gabi I..."

"No Troy, it's too late for apologies now." I said angrily."

"You, Troy Bolton are the biggest idiot alive!" I yelled. And with that, I grabbed my purse and stomped off. When I was about to walk out the door, I tripped over myself and fell to the floor. I opened my eyes and saw feet. I looked up.

"Gabriella?"

"Ryan?" I asked in surprise. Great. Now he probably thinks I'm an idiot, I thought. Then, Sharpay walked up as I was still on the floor, looking like a retard.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Sharpay asked. I finally got up and brushed myself off.

"I have to go," I said. I walked past them hastily.

"Gabriella, are you ok?" Ryan asked. I turned around.

"Fine, I'm fine." I said, and stormed out before I embarrassed myself too much. It was going to be a very long walk home.

Ryan's POV

My heart was beating a million times a minute as I watched the girl of my dreams walk out the door. It took me a minute to realize what had happened.

"Sharpay?"

"What Ryan?"

"Remind me again why we're here."

"Mom and dad are taking us out to eat, remember?"

"Right," I said. My parents walked in.

"Table for four," my dad said to the hostess.

"Right away," said the hostess. She led us to our table.

"I s this ok?" she asked. My dad looked around.

"Yea, I guess this will do," he said angrily. My dad was very hard to please, plus he was already in a bad mood which wasn't very good.

"Here are your menus," said the hostess.

"Thank you," said my mom.

"I want..." I started to say.

"I don't care Ryan," said my dad.

"Sorry," I said quickly. I happened to look over my shoulder to see a waiter help Troy Bolton get sauce out of his hair.

"Looks like math girl and basketball boy didn't have such a perfect date after all," Sharpay whispered to me.

"Something you want to share with us Sharpay?" my dad asked her"

"No..."

"Then you don't need to be whispering at the table."

"It's a free country," Sharpay said. My dad glared at her.

"We'll talk about this later," he said angrily. waitress came to take our orders.

"And for you miss?" She asked Sharpay.

"I'd like the special," said Sharpay.

"You can't have that," said my dad. Sharpay gave him a weird look.

"Why?"

"Because, you'll get fat," He told her.

"No she won't!" I yelled.

"You stay out of this, you little know it all."

"No," I said.

"I said no I won't stay out of this. Sharpay is my sister and my best friend, and I won't let you run her life," I exclaimed.

"I am the head of this household and I can talk to you and your sister however I want!" He yelled.

"Tom, kids, can we please have a nice dinner together without fighting?" My mom asked.

"Mom's right," I said.

"May I go get some fresh air?" Sharpay asked.

"Of course sweetheart, you go right ahead." My mom said. Sharpay grabbed her purse and stomped out the front doors. I hoped she was ok.

Sharpay's POV

I pushed the doors open with such force that they swung open and shut about a million times. I took in a deep breath while brushing a tear away from my eye. Why did my dad always insist on telling me what to do? I mean, I wasn't going to get fat from one stupid dinner. Who did he think he was anyway? He couldn't just tell me how to run my life. Its mine, not his. And to mention my mom never did anything about it. It's funny how everyone in the school wishes they were in my shoes. But if only they knew my deepest darkest secret, there's no way they'd want to be me. I pulled up my sleeve to see that terrible bruise on my arm. If only they knew. If only they all knew.