Disclaimer: I don't own anything of HSM, but I do own all of George and Emily Miller (yay! another new character!).

A/N: Like I promised, this chapter is looong (Almost 6 Word pages!), which is why I took so looong to update. I don't have much to say at all, so I guess that's a good thing?

After Sharpay left, Troy broke down. He decided to go to his special place on the roof, but he didn't think about how it wasn't just his space anymore. It is his and Gabriella's space. Which is why, as soon as he got up there, the first thing he saw was the bench, with someone on it.

"Gabriella…Hi. What are you doing up here?" He asked, showing surprise blatantly on his face. She looked up at him.

"It's our special place. I figured you would be up here sooner or later to finish our…talk. You said that I wasn't the one you really love…and that we should take a break. If you don't love me, then tell me, is it Sharpay? I just want to make sure, before I jump to conclusions…" She looked up at him again and grinned, and he got a really bad feeling in his stomach.

"If I'm honest with you, I don't want you to do anything rash, okay?" He looked right into her eyes. She smiled, and it freaked him out.

"Of course, Troy. It isn't like I'm going to slash her tires or tear her gym clothes or anything…That's so juvenile. Besides, you should trust me anyway, right?" She smiled again, and something flashed in her eyes. "Well, Troy? Is it her?" Her nice voice wavered, and she wasn't smiling anymore. Troy looked down, really afraid to say something, for Sharpay's sake. "Answer me, damn it!" She finally screamed. "I deserve to know why, or more importantly who, is making my boyfriend dump me out of nowhere!"

"Gabriella! It isn't out of nowhere! I've been thinking about this a lot lately, and not just because of another girl. I probably wouldn't have starred in the play with you anyway. You're just being too clingy. A guy needs time to hang out with his friends every now and then, you know? And you embarrass me, calling me pudding cakes or whatever in front of my friends. I can't go out with you anymore. I'm sorry."

He started to go back down the stairs, and Gabriella just sat there for a moment, before yelling after him, "Well, screw you, Troy! I hate you! And Sharpay!" Then she collapsed and started to cry, unaware that someone had been spying on the whole thing.

Troy knew what he did was pretty harsh, but she needed it. Otherwise, she probably wouldn't have let him go too easy, and he would have probably caved and apologized. It would be for the better, and she would eventually get over it. Hopefully.

Gabriella had finally managed to pick herself up off of the floor, and sat back on the bench.

"Uh…Gabriella? Are you okay? I'm the president of the Herbology Society, and I was watering the plants when Troy came up…I didn't mean to spy on you, honest." Gabriella looked up at Kelsi, surprised.

"Oh, Kelsi. It's okay, really. Just don't start spreading any rumors…As a matter of fact, don't say anything to anyone, or else. Now leave me alone." Gabriella glared menacingly at Kelsi, and then stomped down the stairs.

"God, that's some nice girl that I thought I liked." Kelsi thought aloud, after she was sure Gabriella was gone. What pissed her off was that she couldn't help it, no matter how mean Gabriella was to her. Gabriella looked so upset, and Troy was so mean to her, that Kelsi couldn't help feeling bad for her. And when she first started talking to her, she seemed really nice. She sighed.

After Gabriella stomped away from Kelsi, she ran into Chad, coming out of the Boy's Locker Room.

"Oh, Chad." She spat, obviously showing she was in a bad mood. She got ready to walk around him, when he grabbed her arm.

"Troy did it, huh?" She nodded at him, tears pooling in her eyes. "I figured as much. You know he did it for Sharpay, right? He's been talking about her a lot lately, and about breaking up with you. I give it less than a week before they make it official."

She glared at him, then grinned. "Not if something happens to Sharpay first…"

"Where the hell is she?" Gabriella said the next day, to Chad. He shrugged. "I hope she doesn't plan to stay away long. Skipping school is against the rules…" She laughed, and Chad looked a bit scared.

Troy, who was at rehearsal, was worried about Sharpay. Where did she go? He was actually a little irritated that she didn't come to rehearsal, but his worrying overshadowed it. He decided to stop by her house after Mrs. Darbis let them out early, due to the lack of a starring actress. (Gabriella had refused after she found out that Troy had lied to her about it the first time.)

Troy pulled into Sharpay's driveway, finding that her car was still parked there, along with her brother's. Ryan still had a bad sickness, and the doctor was starting to think it was not just the flu. Troy heard from Sharpay that he started to have a permanent nurse stay at his house, to take care of him. Troy felt sorry for him, but he wasn't here for him. He was here for Sharpay.

He walked up to the door, and rang the bell. He was nervous that her dad was going to answer and he would have to explain why he was there, but luckily the nurse opened the door. She looked like she was his age, and was a green-eyed honey-brunette, and had a perfect smile with glossed lips. Troy actually stared for a second, then blushed lightly and looked down. She was so cute…Ryan had it pretty good right now.

"Can I help you?" She brought him back down to earth, with her sweet voice, and he blushed even harder. He looked up, after regaining his composure.

"Yeah, I'm Troy. What's your name?" He asked, grinning. Now it's time to put on the charm. She giggled, just what he was hoping for.

"It's supposed to be Miss Miller while I'm here, but you can just call me Emily. That's what my friends call me." She smiled again.

"Okay, Emily. It's nice that we're friends, but you know what would be nicer?" He grinned again. She thought for a second before asking. He leaned in to whisper in her ear, "If we were closer than friends…"

She giggled, and someone behind Troy coughed. Troy backed up, and looked behind him to see Sharpay and a guy he had never seen before.

"Oh! Sharpay! I was just coming to find out how come you weren't at school. Or rehearsal. Darbis wasn't too happy about that you know." He had jumped away from Emily, and was very nervous standing under Sharpay's frown. He motioned to Emily, and added, "We were just getting acquainted. I'm sure you know Sharpay, this is Emily. But, who are you?" He asked, pointing to George.

"I'm George. I'm a very close friend of Sharpay, and we just spent the day catching up. I haven't seen her in a while, and I just moved back here. Who are you?" George smiled, in a friendly guy way. Troy instantly didn't like him.

"I'm Troy. I'm also a close friend of Sharpay." He kept his response short, but wasn't trying to be mean about it. He might not have been trying; but then again, there are some things you can't control.

"Oh, I've spent too long out here, Ryan is probably worried for me. I better go see him again, so he doesn't worry." Emily piped up. "Nice meeting you, Troy, George. I'll see you all later, I suppose." She hurried back into the house, closing the door behind her, sensing the tension between the two guys.

Troy glanced at Sharpay, who had been quiet the whole time. She had little pools in her eyes, and had a sad expression on her face. He went to move closer to her, and she backed up.

"Let's go, George." She turned around, away from Troy, and grabbed onto George's sleeve. He gave a smirk to Troy, and turned around and walked Sharpay to his car. Troy watched him open Sharpay's door, and then watched him drive off. With the girl he loves. Suddenly, his legs felt like they weren't attached to him, and he didn't feel himself get into his car to follow her.

They pulled into the busy parking lot of a local coffee shop. Troy pulled into a spot further away from them, so he wouldn't get caught spying. He watched George open her door again, and she got out and went into the shop, George following. Troy got out of his car and went in with a large group, and instantly spotted her in a booth seat against the far-left wall. Lucky for him, the backs of the seats were really high, and the booth to the right of there's was empty. He walked over, and no one even took notice of him in the crowded area.

"I don't get it George. I mean, I wasn't there for one day, and he already forgot about me. But the day before, I was the center of his world. One day later, and he's already off trying to hook up with that girl! I don't understand him." Sharpay ranted, but he could tell that she was still crying. So this whole thing is about the nurse? But she has to know that he was there in the first place for her, right?

"Maybe you're blowing it out of proportion a little bit. I mean, yeah, he did try and hit on the nurse, but he was there for you first. And he must have talked to Gabriella today, so he could make things official with you. You said yourself that he cared enough to sing with you, so maybe it was just a misunderstanding." Yeah, George! Keep going with that! Maybe he might end up liking George after all… "You should talk to him, you know, get his side of the story. You should at least listen."

"I know, but I feel so weak when I'm with him by myself. I know I'll just cave in and listen to whatever he has to say." That's exactly how he felt around Gabriella…

"I know. Just think about it for a minute, and I'll go get us a couple drinks. I know what you want, already." Troy watched George get up and go the to other side of the shop, with his back to him and Sharpay. Troy got up, and sat in the booth across from Sharpay, who had her head down.

"Oh, that was fast." She looked up and jumped a little, because she was expecting George.

"I'm sorry." He said, right away. "I swear that you're the one I really was at your house for, and I wasn't hitting on that nurse. I promise that you're the only one I'll ever have eyes for. I'm really, really sorry. Please forgive me." Tears actually started to well up in his eyes, because he wanted her to like him again so bad.

"I…forgive you." She looked down again.

A/N: Okay, so how was it? I thought it might have gotten a little mushy at the end, and I had so many other plot lines floating through my head, but I'm not really sure. We'll see how it goes.

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