Well, I only got four reviews for the last chapter, it kind of unsetteled me, and I was going to wait until I got more, but I have a feeling in the pit of my stomach, that I'm never going to get those extra reviews that I've been hoping for. I guess, taking a break from writing, wasn't a good idea, because I barely ever get feedback anymore, I'm thinking of getting a beta, so hopefully, my writing will be more improved... in a way.

Enough of my babbling, hopefully I'll get more reviews for this chapter, I'm really feeling this story, and I can get into it, if you guys would let me. If you guys aren't review because my writing 'sucks', can you tell me why it sucks? Even if the reviews are constructive critisism, their better than not getting any feedback at all, right?

Anywho, here's the chapter, sorry for my babbling.

Disclaimer: Yes, yes I really DO own Zac Efron, he's sitting next to be right now. -cough.-

I stood in front of my mirror in my room, my door was locked and all I had on were boxers, carefully, I studied my bruises and scratches that covered my entire body. I couldn't believe that I had aqquired, most of them were from yesterday. I heard a loud knock at my door, and before I knew it, the lock shifted and in walked my brother. My, fourteen year old, girl obsessed, video game addict, music lover, brother. I fought the urge to roll my eyes, I didn't want him in here, I just wanted to be left alone, but I knew that, living in a house full of prissy spoiled brats, that barely ever happened. I chose to ignore him until he got annoyed enough to speak on his own.

"So, Troy," He spat, viciously.

I looked up, startled, it was the same exact tone that my dad used, and for some reason, it made me fearful. "What?"

A smirk slowly appeared on my brothers face. "So, the other day, I saw what dad did to you," He said casually, looking though my drawers, probably looking for something that he was never going to find.

I gulped. "Uh..you did?" I asked, making sure I heard him right. I knew that he had seen me get beaten by our father before, I knew that he had come here just to rub it in my face, to let me know that I was the only kid out of the family to get beaten by their own father. But I also knew that he was waiting for the day that I would snap, and fortunately for him, it felt like that day was coming at me faster and faster.

He grinned, of course, cynically. "You scumbag, of course I did, I always do,"

I absolutely hated it when he called me those disgusting names, that he had gotten from my father at such a young age. He would use them against me constantly, knowing how much it hurt me. He'd use it toward his advantage, he was constantly calling me names, just so he could see me fall. It happened everytime.

"Then why are you even here?" I asked him. "One day your sweet as pie, and the next your all vile," I spat at him.

His eyebrows rose, he obviously wasn't used to good little ol' me talking back. "Why are you such a freaking wimp?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes, choosing not to answer him. But in reality, he was the wimp, he chose to be on the bastard's side, to constantly ridicule me in front and behind my back. I knew that if he was in my position, he would've slipped along time ago, but I'm still hanging, even if the thread I'm hanging on is about to break.

I focused my eyes on the floor, before walking over to my closet and grabbing a towel, he could feel his eyes on my back, but I really didn't care for the time being. I could feel that bastards hands on me, constantly punching and kicking me, I was just hoping that the shower would somehow wash the feeling away.

A few days later, I was walking down the hallway, not paying attention to where I was going, for some reason my brothers' smile haunted me. I had barely gotten any sleep, not that I got any before, usually my dad's beatings lasted through the night, but for some reason, I couldn't get that sly, cynical smile out of my head.

Since I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, my mind was wandering, and my eyes were almost shut, I ran into something - rather someone. She fell down, and I stumbled from the impact, immediately, like a bell went off in my head, I realized what had happened, and I struggled for words.

"I'm so sorry! I wasn't watching where I was...where I was, uh, going. Are..are you okay?" I asked, holding out my hand, feeling like a utter idiot.

She looked up, and my breath got caught in my throat, she was absolutely gorgeous, her big chocolate brown eyes captured my attention right away, her lucious full lips were so inviting, and her ebony curls ran down her back. She was the defintion of an angel.

She smiled shyly, her big brown eyes snapping to my own, before taking my hand. "It's okay, It's my fault, really." Her voice was so angelic and kind, It made me forget about everything.

I shook my head, smiling. "No, No, really it's all my fault, my mind was wandering, I'm really sorry that I knocked you over," I said, leaning on a locker, as soon as we both had two feet on the ground.

She shrugged passivly. "It's okay, all of our minds wander sometimes," She looked around uncomfortably for a minute, her books clutched tightly against her chest, as if to make sure no one was watching her. "I'm Gabriella."

Even her name was beautiful. I smiled at the thought. "I'm Troy, Troy Bolton."

"East High's god, huh?" She asked, and I groaned.

"I hate that, I hate it how people think I'm a god,"

'Well, you definately look like one.' She thought, and before long, the bell rang. "Darnit! I'm sorry, but I've got to go, I'll talk to you some other time, Troy?"

I smiled. "I'll be looking forward to it." It wasn't a lie, I really couldn't wait to talk to her again, if I would be able to talk to her again. I sighed, pushing myself off of the locker that I had been leaning against while talking to her. I was grinning my whole way to homeroom, which caught a lot of people's attention, they weren't used to seeing me smiling, I wasn't used to it either.

I walked into homeroom, and quickly found my seat, I looked over at Chad, who was watching me intently. "Dude, what bit you in the ass?"

I smiled. "Nothing," I said. "Absolutely nothing,"

He looked at me for a while, probably making sure that I was really Troy, the Troy that he had grown up with. "You sure dude,"

I just nodded in response, Darbus was watching us, I could feel it. I started to pay attention, well, I was trying too, for some reason I couldn't get her out of my head. Her name was replaying over, and over again. 'Gabriella'.

And I had a odd feeling that it wouldn't stop till I got home that night, when my fathers fist collided with my skin.

So, not my very best chapter, it's a little rough around the edges and it's kind of small, but I think it's... presentable. There's no abuse in this chapter, except for the little run in with his brother. I put that in there, so you could see how much of an effect that Troy's family has on him. Review's will seriously brighten my day (Don't make me go into the whole, 10 reviews or i'm not posting routine, I really don't want to do that to ya'll.)