The stage lights shone bright over Troy. Looking at him now, standing in the middle of the stage at the Sands Thearte, he seemed so different. The lights made his blue eyes sparkle even more.

He started playing the guitar, making me snap out of my trance. Troy began singing. It took my breath away.

"You got my attention at hello, we had this connection that wouldn't let go. There was something sexy 'bout your voice everything you say makes a beautiful noise." His voice was just perfection. The way he moved his hand through his hair, the way he smiled down at me, the way his hand moved up and down the neck of his guitar.

"And now we break up to make up right away. Just that excuse to lay in bed all day. I know that this thing we have wont ever change, and that's why I have the confidence to say, a lot of girls are sexy but you know how to use it, you can keep me up on the phone all night."

"Gabriella." He smiled breathing into the microphone.

"Yes?" I asked resting my head on the end of the stage.

He stepped back from the microphone stand and sat down next to where I was leaning agaisnt the stage. "I didn't know you could sing." I smiled up at him.

"I can sing?" He asked.

"You're great Troy." I smiled.

He took his guitar off and pulled me onto the stage. "I'm alright I guess."

"You guess? You're crazy Wildcat. You're amazing."

"I wouldn't go that far, you're the singer in this relationship babygirl."

I smiled and leaned closer to him. It had been about a month since I told him I loved him, and everytime I said it to him it felt like everything was just perfect in the world. The scars on my body had cleared up, I had stopped self-harming. I was eating more, well, trying to. Troy was so supportive, he never pushed me into eating, because he knew what was going on. He had to deal with it with his mom when his dad died. In the few weeks that Troy and I have been hanging out my mom had gone into hospital for depression, my dad was spending less and less time at home but I never felt alone because I always had Troy. I thought he'd leave me when I told him about what happened with Taylor's dad when I was younger but he didn't. He didn't even pressure me to talk about it. I felt like I could tell him anything, it didn't matter how big or small it was because I knew he'd understand.

His lips touched mine just when his phone started ringing. I slowly pulled back, "You might wanna answer that."

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at who was calling. I looked over but he hung up before I could see who was calling.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"No one babygirl."

"Clearly it was someone. C'mon, who was it?"

He stood up and pulled my up so I was standing beside him. His phone beeped again, telling him he had a text message. He looked down at his phone which was in his hand.

"I gotta go Gabriella, I'll. . . I'll see you tomorrow. . . or whenever." He kissed me on the cheek, took his guitar off the stage and walked towards the backstage door.

"Ummm yeah, ok. Bye?"

Great, there he goes again, that's like the seventh time this month.

"Your boyfriend just walk out on your little date?"

"Huh?" I turned around, thinking the whole time Troy & I were here we were alone. I guess not. I looked up to top of the stairs. "Jack? Jack Harris?"

"How'd ya know?" He laughed, he started walking towards me. Taking one step at a time. Slowly he made his way down to the front row of seats. "Gabriella Montez, how are ya doll?" He smiled and streched out his arms in a way that he expected me to hug him.

I looked down at him. Jack had been my best friend when we were kids, but seeing him now was weird. I hadn't seen him since I was starting high school.

"What no hug?"

I straighted my stance and looked at him, "What are you doing here Jack?"

"Can't I come home and visit by best friend for a few days?"

"We haven't been best friends for a long time."

"Oh c'mon Brie, you're not still upset about what I did are you?" He smiled at me, and walked closer to the steps leading up to the stage.

I said nothing. I just looked at him. I was chewing the inside of my mouth, trying to keep myself from calling Troy back. He wouldn't of gotten that far, maybe he'd come back? I thought. I couldn't be left alone with Jack. Not again. Not after last time.

"Gabby, Gabby, Gabby. Poor little Gabriella." He sighed walking up the steps of the stage. "Don't be scared Gabriella, what do you think I'm gonna do? Rape you in the middle of the the Theatre?"

"It wouldn't be the first time."

"Oh baby please, get over it. I was young. You were young. We didn't know what we were doing. I wouldn't exactly call it rape. Would you?"

"Yes. I would Jack. So would everyone else in the courthouse, just like they did when we were kids."

"That's just it Gabriella, we were kids. It was a bit of fun. . ."

"Just Shut up Jack! It wasn't fun. It was horrible!" I couldn't keep my voice at the normal speaking tone. I began shouting because fear was taking over my body. I could feel myself shaking. He took a few steps closer to me. I tried to step back but before I could he grabbed my arm.

"So the word on the street is your dating Troy Bolton? Basket-ball boy."

"So? It has nothing to do with you." I pulled my arm back and stepped away from him.

He smiled at me, staying where he was. I stepped back again, creating more space between us. "You know Brie, you're even more beautiful now then you were when we were kids." He mumbled. He sent chills down my spine.

I looked around the stage, looking for a way to get out. The spotlight that was shining on Troy just a few moments ago was now shinning on Jack. His dark blue jeans were ripped at the knees. His blond hair was shaved tight to his head. He was tall, almost six foot but he was skinny, like he could faint at any time. He was nothing like Troy. He smiled at me and stepped closer. I could hear him breathing.

"So basket-ball boy sings huh? You'd like that wouldn't you Gabriella? Someone who can sing you to sleep? Someone who you can spill all your secrets to? Well do you know where your little boyfriend has run off to? Maybe to see his exgirlfriend Sharpay? Or his little slut Taylor. You guys are friends right? Or used to be, since she got pregnant. Did she tell you it's Troy's baby? Yeah, the best friend and the boyfriend. I can see it now. Troy and Taylor together. You know why he went off with her?" He paused and looked at me. "I'm gonna take a wild guess and say, because you wont have sex with him? Are you scared Gabriella? I did scare you out of having sex? Or did Taylor's daddy do that to you? Oh you little slut. You like it don't you? You like having people touch you." He walked over to me, I was frozen to the spot. More then anything I wanted Troy to walk in, walk in and hear what Jack was saying, hear it and just make it go away. Jack ran his hand down the side of my face. "You're very beautiful Gabriella. I can see why people want you. I can see why I wanted you."

"Get away from me."

"What?" He smiled leaning closer to me.

"I said. Get away from me or I will call the poilce!"

"You wouldnt do that baby."

"Jack, I'm serious, get away from me!" I stepped back from him and pulled my phone out of my pocket.

"Okay, okay Gabriella, relax. I just came here to tell you that I'll be in town for a few days." He looked at me. "Just thought I'd get something off you." He bit his bottom lip, turned on his heel and walked to the steps leading off the stage. All I wanted to do was run for the backstage exist. I knew I couldn't leave while he was still so close to me. I couldn't show him I was scared. He walked down the steps and turned back to me. "I'd stay closer to your little boyfriend if I were you Gabriella. Wouldn't want to be raped again would you?" He smiled and winked at me, then walked towards the stairs leading to the main lobby.

Before he could say or do anthing else, I ran for the backstage exist. My head was spinning. Tears began to fall down my face. I could feel my body shaking. I pushed open the door exposing the mid-day sunlight to my cold skin.

"What am I gonna do?" I sighed running my hand through my hair. I was too scared to leave the back of the thearte incase Jack was waiting for me. What he had said about Troy, the words were spinning in my head. Troy and Taylor. Troy and Taylor. Troy and Taylor.

"They couldn't. They. . . They wouldn't. Troy wouldn't do that to me." That day at the beach, he was worried about Taylor. But that's because she was crying, not because he thought she was pregnant. I hadn't said anything about Taylor and the baby to Troy, but since that night he had been running off a lot. He had never let me see his phone.

I pulled out my phone and pressed Troy's number. "I'll call him and. . . and. . . and what Gabriella? What are you gonna say? That Jack Harris just showed up and told me that Taylor's baby is yours? That he's gonna rape me again? That. . . . That I'm a complete mess and I'm scared? Scared of being left alone? Ugghh. . . -

"Hello?" A girl's voice answered the phone. Making my heart skip a beat.

"Fuck!" I mumbled. Maybe I called the wrong number. I looked down at my phone.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" The girl's voice said again. "What's wrong babe?" I heard another voice say. It wasn't just any voice. It was Troy's.

"Someone called you but no one's talking."

"Let me see it. Hello?" Troy said into the phone.

My mouth had gone dry. He was with Taylor.

"Oh shit." I heard Troy say into the phone. "Gab. . . Gabriella, babygirl, is that you? C'mon Gabriella talk to me."

Jack was right. Taylor was right. Troy and Taylor we're seeing each other.

"Babe it's probley just a prank call, don't worry about it." I heard the girl say, the girl who used to be my best friend, the girl who was pregnant, with my boyfriend's baby.

The only thing I could do was push the red button on my phone to hang up the phone.

"They were right." I mumbled to myself. More tears began to fall down my face. I leaned against the wall behind me trying to keep myself upright. I could feel stomach acid rising in my throat before I could stop myself I got sick, but it wasn't just my body brining up the sick, I found myself sticking my fingers down my throat. Making myself sick. Trying to make myself forget about what I'd just discovered.