After I had left, I decided to just go home. I wasn't in the mood to go back to school and even though I had considered it, I didn't want to go see Troy. I got home and went to make some lunch. I knew my mother wouldn't be coming home anytime soon because she was out of town for a business meeting. I finished making my lunch and went upstairs to my room. I turned on my computer and started working on an assignment that wasn't due for another week.

A couple hours passed and I looked at the time. It was 3:15. I sighed and continued to work. Suddenly my cell started ringing. I looked at the call display. "TROY is calling".

"Damn." I hissed to myself. I figured I would have to talk to him sooner or later so I answered the call.

"Hi Troy." I said stoically. I heard a cough on the other end of the phone.

"Hi Gabi." He choked out.

"What's wrong? You weren't at school today." I said trying to sound concerned. I heard another cough on the other end of the line.

"I'm not feeling very well so I stayed home." He responded. I rolled my eyes and tried to turn my attention to something else.

"Is there something you wanted?"

"I was wondering if you could come over…"He said. I shuddered. First, I was angry with him. Secondly, he was sick. Thirdly… I was angry with him.

"You're sick!" I said trying to make it sound like that was the biggest concern I had about seeing him.

"I'm not that sick. It's just a little cold. I just needed to get some rest. Plus it feels like I haven't seen you in forever." He laughed. I pretended to laugh along with him. This could be a good chance for me to talk to him.

"Okay fine I'll come over." I said with the sickly sweet voice I did so well.

"Alright babe. See ya soon." He said and hung up. I sighed and threw myself on my bed. I HATED this whole situation.

15 minutes later I was parked outside Troy's house. I made my way to the front door and let myself in. We always let ourselves into each other's houses because we had become so close. I walked into the front hall and took of my shoes and coat.

"Troy?" I called. I heard rustling upstairs and then someone came bounding down the stairs.

"Hey Gabi!" He called as he appeared at the bottom of the stairs. He hurried towards me and picked me up, spinning me around. "Long time no see!" He attempted to kiss me but I pulled away. "What's wrong?" He asked confused.

"You're sick… Remember?" I said turning away. He put me down and let me go. "Thank you."

"Sooo… How are you?" He asked smiling brightly. I tried to shrug off my nervousness.

"Actually,Troy… I'm not doing too great" I said honestly.

"What do you mean? What's wrong?" He looked concerned.

"I need to talk to you." I said glancing at him quickly. The smile quickly fell from his face.

"…About what?" He asked nervously. I shuffled my feet awkwardly.

"About… Ryan" I glanced back at him. His dull expression turned to anger in a blink of an eye.

"What about him?" he spat. I folded my arms. I wasn't going to let his temper get to me. I didn't speak mostly because I was trying to think of how to phrase my thoughts. "Oh god. Are you here to tell me you're breaking up with that idiot?" He snarled.

"No, Troy! GOD, why do you hate him so much?" I cried.

"I don't have to explain that to you! I just do. There's nothing good about him!" He yelled. I scoffed in response. "Oh of course YOU disagree…" He laughed angrily.

"There's nothing good about him? So is that why you decided to practically beat the life out of him?!" I cried.

"What the hell are you talking about!? Did your new boyfriend tell you that?!" He screamed slamming his fist into the wall making me jump.

"First off, YES he told me that and I believe him! There's enough evidence to prove it. You 'skipped' basketball practice and told your friends and your dad different stories as to why and YOU HATE HIM. SECONDLY he's not my boyfriend but if you keep acting this way he might be pretty soon!"

"I can't believe you believe that little fag over your own boyfriend!" He shouted and grasped the wall tightly.

"I told you to not call him that!"

"Oh yeah I'm sorry! He's not gay. He's got you! What happened?! Did you sleep with him or something?!" he said coldly not really hearing what he was saying. I quieted down and turned away. The tears that had formed in my eyes were now running down my face. "No…" I heard him whisper. "No… You didn't." He cried softly, "YOU DIDN'T!" He grabbed me and spun me around. "Tell me you didn't do it. Tell me!!" He cried, tears spilling down his face. I could barely look at him.

"I'm sorry, Troy… I'm so sorry." I whispered and broke away from him. He pulled me back.

"What?! Was I not good enough for you!? I couldn't 'satisfy' you like he could? Is that it?" He shouted, shaking me. I tried to push him off me but he was too strong.

"I hate you, Troy!" I yelled and finally broke loose. He stared at me in shock.

"What did you say…" He asked quietly. I regained my composure and looked him straight in the eye.

"I said 'I hate you'" I replied coldly. "I hate you for how you're acting, I hate you for the way you've treated me recently and mostly… I hate you for how you've treated Ryan."

"But I didn't do anything" He tried but I cut him off.

"Don't, Troy. Don't even try." I said. He turned around and began to walk away.

"Then he got what he deserved." He said quietly, "Now get out of my house." He walked up the stairs and disappeared. I stood shocked for several moments and then left. I drove back to my house and ran inside crying. Everything I had been so happy to have just a week ago was now gone. All I had was Ryan. Suddenly I heard a knock at my door. I rushed to get it, hoping it was Ryan but it wasn't. I was surprised to see the last person I expected, standing in my doorway.

"Sharpay?" I said confused.

"Yeah hi. We need to talk." She said and brushed past me and walked into my house.

"Uh okay… Invite yourself in why don't you?" I mumbled. She stood in the middle of the hall looking around.

"Cute house." She said.

"What do you want to talk about?" I asked tiredly. She turned and faced me.

"I came to talk about Ryan."

"What about him? Is he okay?" I panicked.

"Yeah, yeah he's fine, god chill out." She said.

"Okay then what is it?" Her gaze was fierce but I could recognize a hint of concern. She didn't say anything. "Sharpay?" she sighed.

"… Troy didn't beat up Ryan." She said. I tensed up.

"What do you mean Troy didn't beat him up? Ryan told me he did." I said nervously but I could hear the disdain in my voice.

"Well, Ryan lied." She said. I gazed at my feet. I tried to figure out what was going on in my head.

"If Troy didn't do it who did?" I asked quietly. Sharpay's expression softened and walked past me but stopped in the doorway. I didn't have the courage to face her for somehow I knew what she was going to say. She looked at me over her shoulder. The words came out and she left. I slid to the floor and put my head in my hands and cried. I sat for what seemed an eternity and replayed her words over and over in my head…

"Ryan did it to himself"