Hey everyone! I managed to write another chapter while the internet was unavailable, so it's up early, and it's the longest one! Yay me!!! Over the past three weeks, I've realised how addicted I've become to fan fiction, and how much I NEED it…it's not good…

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Except for Tyler and Amy… I don't own an Audi or a BMW, but I'm getting an Audi when I'm older…or rich…whichever comes first…And I don't own 'Beautiful Soul' by Jesse McCartney, but it's on my USB.

I hope this chapter is good enough. You know, save the best till last and all that…anyway, Enjoy!!!

Recap

Meanwhile, outside on Gabriella's balcony, stood a certain dark brown-haired green-eyed someone, smiling silently to himself… (The chapter was originally gonna end here, but you guys are lucky, so you got another paragraph!!!)

Tyler climbed down from Gabriella's balcony. She looked so beautiful and serene when she was asleep, and Tyler wished he could sleep with her. (No, not in that way…okay, maybe that way too…)But then she had left with her mom…He just had to get her back. But she wouldn't talk to him now, not after he tried to throw her down the stairs. It was her own fault though. She shouldn't have provoked him. She should have been a good girl and kissed him back, not bite him. She shouldn't have slapped him back or said the things she did. She should have just gone with the flow. But no, she just thinks about that stupid boyfriend of hers all the time. (Do you hate him even more than usual right now, or is it just me?) Well, soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend. That is, if Tyler's plan worked out as it should. Which it would, and he'd make sure of it…

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The next day… (Pretend it's a Friday)

Tyler drove his black Audi to school the next day. (I like Audis. I wonder if Tyler should just own a bike or something…that would be nice…lol!) He stopped at a red light, and a silver BMW came up and stopped beside him. His window was open, and so was the window of the other car, and Tyler could hear someone giggling. 'That laugh sounds familiar.' He looked at the car, but the light had turned green and he just caught a flash of long, brown hair. He sped off towards East high, and after a while, he noticed that the silver BMW seemed to be going the same way. 'Probably someone from school' he thought.

On reaching the student car park (Pretend there is one at East High), he parked his car and grabbed his rucksack before exiting it and locking the door. As he turned around, he saw two very familiar people coming out of the silver BMW from before. They began walking away from the car and they were holding hands. Tyler scowled. He hated seeing people being all lovey-dovey, especially Troy Bolton and Gabriella Montez They were so sweet it made him feel sick. He followed them into the building, walking about 20 or so metres behind. They stopped at Troy's locker, where they locked lips. Tyler rolled his eyes and carried on walking to his locker.

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A few lockers down from his, was a girl Tyler assumed was a cheerleader, or just very fit. She had long light brown hair and eyes to match, and was quite slim. She noticed him looking at her and smiled before turning away. She had to admit, he was pretty hot.

Tyler grabbed his books before walking over to her. "Hey," He said flirtatiously, giving her the once-over. "I don't know you, but I'd like to."

She giggled and leant towards his ear. "Not if I get to know you first." She replied.

"I like you already." Tyler smiled. "Tyler." He held out his hand.

The girl took his hand in hers. "Amelia, but you can call me Amy."

The bell rang. "Well Amy, I guess I'll see you later. What do you have first lesson?" Tyler asked her.

"I have…English with Miss Morgan." She answered.

"Me too."(What are the chances of that..?) Well, I have Ms Darbus for homeroom, so I'll see you in English."

"Yeah. Bye Tyler." Amelia walked away, and Tyler watched her (And her ass, no doubt…) for a moment before turning around and walking in the opposite direction.

Homeroom…

Tyler sat down in his seat beside Gabriella, who simply ignored him and carried on talking to Troy about something Tyler could not be bothered to figure out. Instead, he thought about Amy. She seemed like a nice enough girl, and it probably wouldn't be long before he invited her to his place to 'chat' or 'study', among other things, if you get what I mean…

It wasn't long before Homeroom ended, and Tyler hurried out of the classroom to meet up with Amy in English. He sat behind her, and during the course of the lesson, they got to know a bit about each other. He didn't want her to think he was desperate, so he decided to take things slowly…at first. He and Amy talked, unaware of the fact that some people not too far away were watching them…

Towards the back of the classroom sat Gabriella, Taylor, and Sharpay, with Ryan just in front of them. Ryan had been off sick for the past week, and had been informed of any 'gossip' by Sharpay, including the whole 'Tyler' thing. He couldn't understand why a person would want to do such a thing.

"So, basically, what you're telling me is that this guy tried to throw Gabriella down the stairs because…she refused to give into him?" Ryan asked the girls.

"Basically, yeah." Taylor replied.

"What, just because she's not some kind of cheap slut?" He asked again. The girls nodded. "Wow, he must be really desperate…" Ryan shook his head. "Well, it's a good thing you didn't fall down those stairs." He told Gabriella. He looked at where Tyler was sitting and noticed that he was talking to a girl that seemed familiar, but he didn't know her name. "Who's that girl he's talking to?"

"Amy." Gabriella answered. Amy Thompson. She's in my French class."

"Is she flirting with him?" He asked.

"No." Sharpay said. It's the other way round. But she's definitely interested."

"Mmm hmm, you got that right." Taylor agreed. "She's taken the bait, and pretty soon, she's gonna fall into his trap."

"No," Gabriella said. "If she's the smart girl I think she is, she'll figure out what he's trying to do before he does it."

"But, if she isn't that smart girl, she won't realise what's going on before it's too late." Sharpay replied.

"Unless she's perfectly aware of what's going on, but she was planning on heading that way anyway." Ryan shrugged.

"Well, she certainly looks like she knows what she's doing." Taylor added.

"True". Gabriella agreed. "I just hope she actually does…"

Someone changed the subject and the four friends began talking about some totally random things until the end of the lesson, when they packed up their stuff up and went to wherever they usually went during break. Sharpay and Ryan went to the drama studio (don't know if they have one at their school, but there's one at mine…), Taylor went to the library or a quiet place to study, or just read/relax, and Gabriella went to look for Troy, as they nearly always hung out during break, lunch, or free period.

It wasn't long before she found him. He was standing by his locker talking to Chad, Zeke and Jason. She smiled; Chad was never very far from where Troy was. It was almost as if they were inseparable. Troy noticed her approaching, and smiled warmly.

"Hey, Gabi!" he called brightly.

"Hey, Troy. Hi guys." She said.

"Hey." They replied.

"Ummm, Gabi and I will be going now, so I'll see you guys later." Troy said.

"Later." Chad began talking to Zeke and Jason, and Troy and Gabriella walked off, hand in hand.

"So," Troy began. "What do you want to do?"

Gabriella thought about it for a moment, but she couldn't actually think of anything. "I don't know. What do you want to do?"

"Well, I don't really have anything in mind…why don't we go for a walk?" He suggested.

"Sure, why not?" The pair walked in silence before Troy spoke.

"Gabi?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you a question?" He asked.

"Sure, what about?"

"Tyler." He knew that what Gabriella had told him last night was all true, but he couldn't help having some doubts about some things.

"But, I told you everything already, Troy."

"Not everything."

"What do you mean?" Gabriella asked, confused.

"I want to know why you went off with Tyler in the first place." Troy answered.

"I don't know." She replied.

"Oh, come on, Gabriella. You're the one that went off with him. Surely you must know why you did." (Uh oh, he's calling her Gabriella, and not Gabi. I smell trouble…)

"Ummm.., well.., I guess I just…oh, I don't know, I guess I never really properly got over him."

"What, so you went out with me just to get over him, is that it?"

"No, Troy, that's not it."

"Then what is it?" he asked, exasperatedly. "I thought you hated him, but obviously, I was wrong."

"Troy, what's up with you? You were fine about everything yesterday, and today, all of a sudden, you're asking all these questions!"

"Well maybe, yesterday I was just glad to have you back as my girlfriend again, but today; I started to wonder what you were doing at his house in the first place!"

"I told you before; he said he wanted to catch up!"

"And you actually listened to him?! Gabriella, you know better than anyone else what kind of a person he is, and yet you still believed that he just wanted to 'catch up'?"

"Well, how was I supposed to know? I wasn't thinking straight!"

"Oh, sure. And that makes everything okay, does it?"

"Troy, I never said that!"

"Yeah, well there are probably a lot of things you didn't say. I don't even know whether to believe what you said anymore. After all, I only got to hear your version of events."

Gabriella couldn't understand why Troy was so mad at her. "Don't you trust me?" She asked.

"What, am I still supposed to? Just a few days ago, you made me promise not to break your heart, but that's exactly what you did to mine. How do you think I felt, when you just left me standing there, on my own? You made me feel like a loser. You made me feel like an idiot; like I was stupid to believe that you actually liked me."

"Troy, I'm sorry-" she began, but Troy raised a hand to cut her off.

"I don't want to hear it! It's no use, Gabriella; 'sorry' isn't working for me right now."

"What do you want me to say?"

"I don't know! I just want to know the whole truth."

"I've told you everything already!"

"Yeah, but how am I supposed to know for sure that some of it isn't just some made-up crap that you expect me to swallow without any questions? How can I tell whether or not it was you that brought it all on yourself?"

"What are you saying?"

"Oh, come on, Gabriella; don't act as if you don't know."

"Are you seriously trying to say that I wanted to make out with Tyler?! That I was being suggestive?! That I gave him the idea that I wanted to sleep with him?!"

"Yeah, basically."

Gabriella shook her head. "You're wrong. I don't know what he might have caused you to think, but you are oh, so very, wrong."

"Oh, really?"

"How many times do I have to tell you-?"

"Tell me what?!"

"He spiked my drink!"

"Ummm, no I didn't." Troy and Gabriella turned their heads to where the voice was coming from. Tyler stepped out from where he had been standing for the past couple of minutes.

"What are you doing here?" Gabriella asked.

"I was just passing, and happened to overhear your interesting conversation." He replied. "But seeing as I'm here, I might as well straighten a few things out. Gabriella, I didn't spike your drink. I simply gave you the impression that I did."

"What?!" Troy and Gabriella said at the same time. "Why?" Gabriella asked, not able to understand how he managed to do it, or why he did.

"Oh, just so you could find someone to blame for your actions, when it was you all along. I wouldn't want you feeling guilty afterwards, would I? I wanted you to believe that it was my entire fault, when in fact, it was yours. If only you had believed you were 'drunk' a little longer, I would have had you right underneath me. Literally." He smirked, his green eyes sparkling mischievously.

Gabriella felt sick. She couldn't believe it. 'How did I manage to let this happen? How am I gonna explain this to Troy? Troy!' She turned to face Troy, but he simply avoided her gaze. When she looked at Tyler, she wanted to throw up, and when she looked at Troy, she wanted to burst into tears.

"Well Gabriella," Troy began, speaking in a low voice. "It looks like you were 'oh, so very, wrong'." This was the last straw for Gabriella, and she burst into tears. Troy and Tyler simply watched her as she cried, sobbing loudly. It was all they could do; neither of them had anything to say anymore.

She looked at Troy, and this time, he didn't look away, but his usually warm eyes had become cold and empty. This only made her cry even louder. She leant against a nearby wall and slid down it, before reaching the floor and burying her head in between her arms and her knees, her body shaking with every sob.

"Why?!" She screamed (Calm down, Gabriella…sheesh…). "Why!?" She crawled over to Troy and held him by the leg, crying into the leg of his jeans. Troy, though slightly alarmed by her actions at first, bent down and Gabriella let go of his leg. He rubbed her back in soothing circles.

"Shhh, it's okay, don't cry." He said softly.

"I'm s-so, so s-sorry!" she wailed. "I h-hope you c-can f-find it in your, your heart to-to forgive m-me." She looked into Troy's blue eyes, and he looked right back into her brown ones. They were no longer cold, but they were filled with warmth, and forgiveness. Gabriella knew that it would take some time before he could completely get over it, but she knew that it would be okay.

She looked at Tyler, who was staring at the ground with his hands in his pockets, looking sorry for himself. He looked up, and caught her gaze, but couldn't quite bring himself to hold it, and looked back down again. His cheeks were flushed, and when he lifted his head slightly, Gabriella saw that his eyes were slightly wet. She wiped her own eyes.

"T-Tyler?"

"I'm sorry Gabriella, for everything. (Here comes his long speech…) I'm sorry for slapping you, and almost throwing you down the stairs. It's just that, no-one's ever actually figured me out before, and when you just said it all out like that, I just, flipped. Until then, I'd never really thought about it. But hearing it like that made it so real and I couldn't handle that."

Troy and Gabriella didn't expect him to come out like this, and had both been shocked into silence. None of them thought that such an evil person could have a heart. Tyler continued. "Gabriella, what you said last night, you were right, about everything. It killed me to see you so happy, and I guess I just wanted to make you miserable, like me, no matter what. No matter how much damage I left behind. And Troy, I'm sorry, man. I should have just left you two alone. But I was jealous." Tyler confessed.

"Jealous? You get any girl you want, whenever you want!" Gabriella said.

"You think I actually want all these girls? Well, I don't. Girls want me. But it's only 'cause I'm hot. They don't actually want to get to know me." He replied.

"I thought it was the other way round." Troy said.

"It might have looked that way, but it was all just an act. I thought that if I pretended to be happy with all these girls, I actually would be. But I wasn't. It was all just a way to convince myself that everything was okay. One girl after another, day in, day out. It worked at first, but after a while, it just, stopped working. There was that little hole that no amount of girls could fill, you know. Right here." His voice cracked slightly as he placed a hand over his heart as if it was hurting. A tear slid down his cheek and he raised a hand to wipe it. (Awww, don't you feel sorry for him…just a little bit?) Gabriella had silent tears running down her face, and even Troy looked pretty sympathetic.

Troy got up, (pulling Gabriella up as well) and walked over to where Tyler was standing. "Look, dude, I know we didn't exactly get off to a good start, but would you like to get some ice-cream?" He asked, as if it was the most logical thing to say at the time.

Tyler looked slightly taken aback by Troy's out-of-the-blue question, but he smiled. "Sure." He replied, laughing a little.

"Well then," Troy said, his eyes shining. "What are we waiting for?"

"Troy, we have another lesson in like, two minutes!" Gabriella objected, noticing what time it was.

"Who cares?" Troy retorted, but not rudely. Gabriella rolled her eyes, but weakened under the looks that she was being given, and gave in.

"Fine. Come on; let's go get some ice cream. I want a chocolate muffin and a caramel sundae!" She exclaimed.

"Okay, Gabriella, calm down!" Troy said, and Tyler laughed. They all walked outside to the car-park (or parking lot).

"Tyler, can we take your car? I just don't want my dad to notice that it's not there if he comes looking for me." Troy said before anyone had a chance to ask whose car they were going in.

"Sure, whatever." Tyler replied.

"Great." Troy wrapped a friendly arm around Gabriella.

On reaching the car, Tyler unlocked the doors and got in. Troy let go of Gabriella and sat next to him at the front, and Gabriella sat at the back. Tyler started the ignition and switched on the radio. The song 'Beautiful Soul' was playing (You should listen to it, it's really nice…but only if you want to…) and he began singing along as he drove out of the car park.

"Wow, I didn't know you could sing." Gabriella said.

"Neither did I." Troy added.

"Yeah, well, it's not something I do a lot." Tyler shrugged. He caught Gabriella's gaze in the rear-view mirror as he sang. "I want you and your beautiful soul…" Gabriella giggled and Troy smiled. "Where are we going?" Tyler asked Troy.

"Do you know Basking Robins? (Don't own. I think that's how it's spelt though, but I don't know where you can find them. Btw, it's a company that does ice cream and stuff, and they have shops.)

"Yeah, I know that place. It's not too far from here. They do some really good stuff."

"Which is good, 'cause we can go there after school sometimes!" Gabriella said.

"Yeah. Just don't tell Chad, or we'll have to go there every single day" Troy replied. They all laughed, knowing that what Troy said was probably very true.

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At Basking Robin's…

They had just placed their orders; Troy ordered a strawberry sundae, Tyler ordered a chocolate chip sundae, and of course, Gabriella ordered a chocolate muffin and a caramel sundae.

"What's so good about chocolate muffins and caramel sundaes?" Tyler asked as they waited for their 'sweet treats'.

"I just like them." Gabriella shrugged. "Why do you ask?"

"No reason. I was just wondering." He replied.

"Guys, I'm just going to the bathroom." Troy said, leaving Tyler and Gabriella at the table. (Alone? Together?)

"Okay." Gabriella said, her eyes following the pattern on the table. She stopped. It felt like she was being watched, and it made her feel very self-conscious. She looked up. She was. Tyler was watching her. "What?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing." Tyler replied, as their sundaes (and Gabriella's muffin) arrived. Gabriella took hers and began eating it, but Tyler just absent-mindedly played with his, watching Gabriella again. She felt like she was being watched again. She looked up, and once again saw Tyler looking at her.

"What?!" she asked again.

"Nothing. You're just so hot-"

"Don't even go there."

"I was just saying-"

"Well, don't say."

"Okay, fine. Sorry."

Troy came back and sat down, taking his sundae and stirring the strawberry sauce into it so it went pink. They all sat silent for a bit, enjoying their cold desserts. Then Troy's phone rang, and he excused himself and went to answer it.

When Troy was no longer in sight (he went outside), Tyler placed a hand on top of Gabriella's. She instinctively tried to pull her hand away, but Tyler held it tight. She looked at him with a puzzled look on her face, silently questioning his actions. His green emeralds were once again filled with mischief. He smiled, raising an eyebrow slightly. Gabriella smiled back, thinking he was just playing, but her smile disappeared and her heart started beating faster as she realised what kind of smile it was. It wasn't a nice smile; it was almost as it he was inwardly laughing at her. It was a smile that said 'you know you want me'.

"No," She whispered, shaking her head and unsuccessfully trying to free her hand. "No." she said again, a little louder this time. Tyler just smirked, his eyes teasing her. "Tyler, I don't want you!" she hissed, as Troy came back. Tyler let go of her hand before Troy even noticed he was holding it.

"It was Chad." Troy informed Tyler and Gabriella. "He wanted to know where we were, and said Taylor wants Gabriella to switch her phone on." He said, tucking into his sundae. Looking up, he noticed that Gabriella looked slightly uneasy. "Gabi, are you okay? (He's calling her Gabi again!)"

"Yeah, I'm fine!" She lied, putting on a cheerful smile. In fact, Gabriella was anything but fine. She glanced at Tyler, and his silent words circled her troubled brain. 'You know you want me…' As much as she tried to deny it – and she hated herself for it – she knew she did.

The End..?

Well, actually, no, not yet…I decided to just add more chapters instead of ending the story. It just didn't feel right to end it there. The next chapter will be up soon hopefully!

(Feel free to leave comments that'll make me feel wonderful and big-headed! Nah, I'm just kidding…)

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