A/N: OK, come on. The hits on this story are racking up but the reviews are not. As a C2 group has once said, the only standard we writers have to compare ourselves. So, for the sake of my lingering sanity, REVIEW. I like to win.
The Reasons Why
September 26, 4:13 pm
Troy and Ryan pulled up in front of Troy's house. Having just spent the last hour alone on the school's roof, it seemed to them that nothing could go wrong. Ryan found it suspicious that Troy hadn't brought up the note, but he was sure Troy had some sort of excuse.
"Do you wanna come inside?" Troy asked, smirking at the blonde.
"I can't. Don't you remember? I told you my grandparents were coming to town today. I have to go get ready." Ryan smiled sadly at his boyfriend.
"Oh yeah." Troy chuckled at himself. "Well then, one kiss before you go?" Troy smirked again and looked up at the thinner boy hopefully.
"Ugh. Fine." Ryan smiled and leaned in. Troy met him half way, and the two boys' lips met in a sweet quick kiss. Ryan pulled back to see Troy still leaning to the side with his eyes closed, smiling. He reached out and put his hand on Troy's shoulder, and then proceeded to shake his boyfriend violently. "Wake up lover boy. I gotta get going."
Troy pouted but reluctantly got out of the car. "Call me later when you're free." Troy called back as the car began to pull away.
"Sure!" Ryan called back, waving his hand through the window.
Troy turned around and made his way up to his house, smiling. He walked into the kitchen to see his mom making a spaghetti dinner.
"Hey honey." She said with a smile. "Your father and I are going to a little get together tonight. You don't mind, do you?" She looked up from the pot of home made sauce and turned to Troy.
"No Mom, no problem." Troy said, setting his backpack down on the floor.
"We probably won't be back 'till late, OK. You can eat this pasta. Whatever you don't finish just put in the fridge." She looked back down into the pot of cooking sauce.
"Don't worry Mom, I know the drill." Troy said as he walked up the stairs. "Have fun tonight!"
Lately his Mom and Dad had been going out a lot more. At least once a week they had some party, or gala, or dinner, or whatever to go to. They usually ended up coming home after midnight, or drunk… or both. 'Maybe they are just trying to get used to not having a kid in the house again, with me going to college next year and all' Troy mused to himself. 'Oh shit! College. I need to get do some more shit on those applications.' Troy rushed into his room and saw the pile of half unfinished applications on his desk. 'Fuck! I got so distracted by Ryan… I haven't looked at these in weeks. Gotta get going on these, or I'll get stuck with them.'
September 26, 7:43 pm
Troy sat at his desk bored as hell. His parents had left over an hour and a half ago, and having spent most of that time working on applications and his essay, he was incredibly bored. At the moment he was taking a long deserved break. "Fuck this sucks" he muttered to himself. He checked the display on his phone again, expecting a text message to have shown up from Ryan without his knowing. The screen was blank, just as it had been for the past three hours. He needed something to do to distract him from his boredom.
Troy walked downstairs to his kitchen to make himself dessert. He had eaten most of the pasta, so he decided to make something small. He left the kitchen five minutes later with a bowl containing three scoops of vanilla ice-cream, covered in chocolate sauce, marshmallows, caramel, and a few maraschino cherries. It was a light snack.
He turned on the TV and began to eat his sweet treat. Forty-five minutes and halfway through an episode of Mythbusters later, Troy sat with a bowl of half melted, half eaten ice-cream melting on the table in front of him. Suddenly he was awoken from his infatuation with the TV screen by a loud knocking.
"Ryan?" Troy called to the door. 'Maybe he decided to come over…' Troy headed towards his door. "Hello? Who's there?"
There wasn't any response from behind the door. Troy tried to look through the windows on the side of the door, but he couldn't see anyone. "Hello?" He grabbed the knob and opened up the door.
There, standing in all her newfound glory, was the last person Troy expected to show herself. On his front porch stood Gabriella.
September 26, 8:32 pm
Troy stood in his front hall, staring at the girl who had done everything in her power to ruin his life. Gabriella stood there smirking at Troy, holding a piece of paper in her hand. "Who was that you were calling for?"
"Um… Ry… an…"
"Yeah, that's what I thought. You've been spending a lot of time with him haven't you."
"Gabby… why are you here?" Troy asked, still standing in his front hallway. Gabby walked past him into the living room. Looking at the mess of dessert she sneered.
"Slob."
"Hey! What do you think you are doing? Why are you here, Gabby?"
"Oh just figured I'd give you a warning."
"A… what? What are you saying. What in the world do you think you are doing here! Do you have any idea what a hell you've put me through!" Troy ran into the living room.
Gabriella smirked. "I know. Anyway," she said dismissively, "the whole hatred of you is sorta dying down. So I came here to tell you what I'm planning to do next." She waved the small piece of paper in front of Troy.
"Wha—why would you do that?" Troy asked, flabbergasted.
"So that I could see your face when I give you," She handed the piece of paper over to him, "this."
Troy grabbed the paper from her manicured hand and glared at her as he unfolded it. Inside was a letter, addressed to him. But it wasn't in Gabriella's handwriting. As Troy began to read the note, he realized exactly what it was Gabriella was planning. Any joy he should have gotten from seeing 'love Ryan' was dashed when he realized Gabby had seen it first.
"How did you get this?" Troy glared at Gabriella once again.
"That's beside the point. So, you and Ryan? Who would have known?" Gabby said, smirking. "Surly Chad won't have. Or Jason. Sharpay, Taylor, Zeke. Or even, oh I don't know, Coach Bolton."
Troy stood there, in front of who could only be the devil incarnate, and gaped. He was at a loss.
"That's the face I was looking for." She said with a smirk, getting up from the couch she had once sat with Troy on. "Well, I've gotta go! See you on Monday!" She gave him a fake smile and made his way towards the door.
"Wait. Wait! Gabby! You can't do this!" Troy grabbed Gabby's shoulder and turned her around. "You have no idea what this will do to me. To Ryan!"
"Oh yes. I do. And please, like everyone doesn't already know about Ryan. I'm doing this to hurt you, and only you" she spat out, poking Troy in the chest.
"Gabby… why are you doing this? You used to be… so… different."
"You mean that small, innocent, genius, pussy of a girl I used to be?"
"Yes! I mean, no! I mean the innocent, sweet girl. Who used to be my girlfriend."
"That girl is gone, Troy. Deal with it."
"But—why?"
"Because you idiot. That was never who I really was." She turned to leave again, but Troy ran to the door before she could get there.
"You're not leaving until you tell me why you are like this."
"Why do you want to know?"
"I want to know why you have decided that I deserve to be tortured and hated by everyone in the school?" Troy growled at her.
"Look, I've got a party to get to. Let me out!" Gabby tried to push past Troy but he kept her from getting to the door.
"Then you'll have to be late." Troy was set in his decision to find out why she was doing this to him.
"Ugh. Fine. Not like it's going to change anything." She crossed her arms and glared at her ex. He glared at her expectantly.
"Well…"
"What do you want me to say? Do you want a story that'll help put you to sleep?" She looked disgusted at the situation.
"No. Gabby, I just want the truth."
"Look. This is who I am. This is who I always have been."
"No, it's not, Gabby. You were never like this until you went to that… camp."
"At that camp I realized who I was, Troy."
"Did Dave, or whatever his name was, help you with that?" Troy glared at her.
"Danny was just a sex toy. I just realized I could get what I want easier if I started being who I was. And look. I'm getting what I want right now. You're hated by everyone!" She smiled to herself then.
"But—Why! Why a bitch? Why me? Why… this?"
"Well first of all, I just told you why. I can what I want by being like this. Since I got back, I haven't had a single person question me. That's what you learn when you're in a camp full of geniuses. The only way you can get what you want is by kicking everything up a notch."
"Gabby… you don't have to be a bitch to get what you want!"
"Yeah? Well it sure makes things a whole lot easier." Gabriella made her way around an awestruck Troy. "Now let me out, I have to get going." She made her way to the door and opened it.
"Just… just tell me this. Why me?"
Gabby looked behind her and laughed. "Why not?"
And then she was gone.
A/N: OK, you guys have been asking for a reason as to why Gabby was a bitch. I know that it's not that good of a reason but I hope you like it. Now review. And I've decided that I won't update until I get a sufficient number of reviews. I'll decide sufficient. And it has to be from different people. Either that or until the story wells up inside me too much to handle. But I can wait a long time. So for the sake of my undying love. REVIEW!!