August 25

Wednesday

6:30 pm

Gabriella slammed her door and went to lay down on her bed with a sigh and pulled a pillow over her face. She screamed as loud as she could into it and through the pillow away when she was done. She always had fights with her mom, but this one was one of the worst. She called her mom a 'bitch' and her mom threw a plate at her. She remembered her mom's last words being "She's a demon child! I want her out of this house!" Gabriella grabbed her teddy bear and began to cry softly. She knew no one was coming to check on her and she would have the rest of the night to herself.

30 minutes later, Gabriella stopped crying and was watching TV, sniffling every now and then. A commercial came on and her phone rang. She smiled as she heard her and Drake's song play and saw the picture of her dark-haired ex-boyfriend cuddling his little sister's Pomeranian.

"Hey." Gabriella said in a nice seductive voice Drake liked.

"Hey, Gabriella." Drake said in the same seductive voice Gabriella liked hearing. She liked it even more when he said her name in that voice.

"What's up?" Gabriella said while turning her TV off and leaning back on her bed.

"Nothing, I was just thinking about you."

Gabriella smiled. "What about me?"

"How sweet and sexy you are; sugar, spice, and everything nice." Gabriella giggled at the corny line he used. "And how much I love you."

Gabriella gasped and then groaned.
"What? You don't feel the same? Is it too soon?" Drake asked with slight frantic in his voice.

"No, no." Gabriella said with a sigh. "It's not that at all. It's just that I've moved away. I'm all the way down here in South Carolina. We're not even together anymore."

"It doesn't have to be that way." Drake said. On the other side, he was laying on his bed also, in a white wife beater and athletic shorts. He was watching a bird through his open window across from him that was sitting at its nest when it flew away and in climbed Kristina, slut of his high school. Drake covered his phone and sat up straight. "What the hell?"

Kristina stood up and smiled. She was 5'6" and had long dark hair, which most girls of Indian decent had. She was thin and had a nice caramel skin tone.

She shut the window and began wiping off her outfit; denim mini shorts and a yellow halter that had pink, puckered lips with glitter on them with words over them saying "Kiss Me." She went and locked his door and turned off the light.

"What are you talking about?" Gabriella said with a confused expression on her face. "You know I don't like long-distance relationships. That's the reason why we broke up, remember?"

"Actually," Drake said inadvertently. "I think you're right. I don't think we should say 'I love you' to each other. It won't work. I got to go, Gabby." Drake said, distracted. Kristina crawled onto his bed and got on top of him with a smirk on her lips.

"Um, ok. Bye Dra—"

Drake hung up and threw his phone away. He only focused on Kristina. He knew this day would come. Gabriella would be out the way and her enemy would go after her boyfriend, er, ex-boyfriend. Drake was the hottest guy at school since the last one graduated and he was enjoying the attention. But, he was the guy who liked the girl next door. Was. Now he'll screw any girl that comes his way. He's had 4 one-night stands since five days ago when Gabriella broke up with him before getting into the moving van.

Kristina was the hottest girl in school and she was just a freshman. Drake wanted her badly and it only took him a couple of kisses to get him ready for what they knew they were about to do. He rolled on top of her and began undressing her. He wasn't surprised to find the complete lack of underwear.

All thoughts of Gabriella completely deserted his mind.

August 25

Wednesday

10:30pm

Gabriella shut her phone and looked at it with a confused expression on her face. "That was weird," she muttered to herself. She jumped when she heard a knock at her bedroom door. "Come in," she said softly.

Tiara walked in wearing pink panther pajamas of a black tank top and booty shorts with the Pink Panther leaning against the word three time repeated words 'Love' in different shades of pink.

"Those are mine!" Gabriella said while sitting up and swinging her legs so they were hanging off the side of her bed facing the door.

"I know." Gabriella sat down next to Gabriella on her bed and sighed. "Mom gave them to me. I said I didn't want them—even though I did—but she threw them at me and said they'd look better on me."

Gabriella glared at no one in particular. "What is her problem? All I'm doing is living my life."

"Maybe that's the problem." Tiara said with a serious look on her face.

Gabriella looked at her and hugged her. "You love me, right?"

"Yes, of course. You're my big sis. I just wish you got the respect you deserve from ma. All she does is blame you for everything. She needs therapy." She pulled away when she was done and rubbed her sister's back.

Gabriella sighed and smiled at Tiara gratefully. "Dad's no help either. He doesn't even notice it. He gives me the same speech over and over as if I don't notice. Sometimes I think he married mom out of obligation."

"No." Tiara shook her head. "He would've grown out of it by now. It's been 15 years. But, I wouldn't be surprised if he loved us too much. He works so hard to make sure we're ok. It killed him every time he had to say 'no' to paying for something because we were poor."

"I know." The two teenage girls had a comfortable silence as they thought of their beloved father.

Gabriella leaned her head against her little sister's and sighed. Tiara sighed too. She started stroking her sister's hair. "You're hair is so pretty. It's all dark and flowy." Tiara said with a smile.

Gabriella laughed softly. "Thanks. Wish mom—,"

"I know." Tiara said as she thought of the day her mom tried to cut her sister's hair by chasing her with a pair of scissors.

"She's so—,"

"I know."

"Why can't she—,"

"I don't know." Tiara said as she continued to stroke her frustrated sister's hair.

"Do you know what she said to me on our birthday?" Gabriella asked, remembering the previous July 2nd, which was Gabriella's and Tiara's birthday.

"What?" Tiara said remembering how nice her mom was to her and how much attention she received.

"She said that I was the bastard child she never wanted and that you were the one she was celebrating, not me." Gabriella said as tears ran down her face.

"Oh, no, Gabby! I'm so sorry! I can't believe mom would say something like that." Tiara said as tears of her own began to brim her eyelids. She hugged her sister tighter and began to sing a soft lullaby that their dad would sing to them when they were younger.

After a few verses Gabriella stopped crying. She sat up and looked at her sister. "You're a good singer."

Tiara smiled slightly. "Thanks. Mom said the same thing, but since everything she compliments me on is in vain I didn't take it to heart. She'd turn it into this big thing and I didn't want her criticizing you when she's never even heard you sing."

Gabriella smiled. "I don't deserve a sister like you." Gabriella said while hugging her again.

"Yeah," Tiara said with a smile. "You're right."

Gabriella giggled and nudged Tiara softly. "Go to bed. It's late."

"Ok." Tiara said with a smile on her face.

After she left, Gabriella decided she should too and got herself ready for it with a shower, pajamas and a hair wrap.

August 26

Thursday

9:30am

"Hey, gorgeous." Troy said as Gabriella approached her locker with an aggravated expression on her face. "Why do you always look aggravated in the morning?"

"I don't know, maybe because I am aggravated in the morning. By you." Gabriella said while yanking the door open.

"No. That's not true. You're aggravated even before I start talking to you." Troy said with a playful smile on his lips.

Gabriella stared at him incredulously and scowled herself for pausing a little too long on his lips. She turned back to her locker and started pulling stuff out of her bag to put into her locker.

Troy stared at the brunette beauty in silence. He loved the purple halter she was wearing under a white sweater and denim knee-length shorts rolled up at the bottom. "I like your outfit."

"Thanks." Gabriella said with little appreciation. She exchanged her books slowly and closed her locker. She turned to face Troy who had a smirk on his lips once again. "So, are you going to walk me to class or undress me with your eyes for the next hour?"

Troy smiled. "Why don't I walk you to my car and I undress you with my hands?" He said while pulling her closer by entangling his fingers with hers.

Gabriella smiled. "Ok. Where'd you park?"

"Come on." Troy said while leading her towards the exit.

The bell rang and Gabriella rolled her eyes and shook her head. She slipped her flingers out of Troy's grasped and walked away giggling.

Troy turned around and frowned. "Not cool, Brie."

Gabriella stopped and turned around. "Did you just call me, 'Brie'?" Gabriella asked at the shock of this new nickname he had given her.

"Yea why?" He asked with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Nothing. It's just that no one's ever called me that before and I like it." She stated honestly. She turned around and began walking to class before she was late.

Troy smiled, pleased with himself to have received a compliment—or whatever that was—from Gabriella. He followed behind her and made his way to class also.

Hey guys. Hope you liked it. No offense to anybody who actually goes to the school Clover High. Also, I know there wasn't much T&G, but I just wanted you guys to know some background information. Bye bye! XOXOXO^_^