Hey BFFs! Thanks for all the reviews. So I've decided that this story is going to be 14 chapters and not 12 just because I still have stuff to write and it won't fit in just one more! By the way, at the end Troy curses alot! Here's Chapter 11.

Gabriella was lying in her room. She was lonely and pathetic. She was watching a blank screen TV and snuggling against her teddy bear. She closed her eyes and blinked back tears. She refused to cry.

You don't cry when you have a picture perfect life.

Why was Gabriella near tears? She wasn't real sure herself. Was it because she had finally figured out that she liked Troy? Was it because she could hear the giggles and groans from next door?

Or both?

She pulled out her iphone. She pushed play and I don't want to be in love by Good Charlotte rang through her ears. She changed it quickly and Fallin' by Alicia Keys came on. She gave up and slammed her iphone down on the bed. She picked it back up and called Sharpay.

"Brie…I know you are my best friend but I am three doors down from you. Can't you just walk in here?" Gabriella whispered as if the couple next door could actually hear her.

"Can…can you come get me?" Sharpay let out a frustrated breath. She was busy organizing her room. She didn't have time to walk her best friend down the hallway.

"Gabriella, why can't you walk to my room? Quit acting like a baby." Gabriella felt a lump in her throat. She felt her lunch seeming back up. She felt as if she was going to puke at any second.

"I…next door…Taylor…I thought he…liked me." She rambled. Sharpay let out a silent curse word. Gabriella wasn't used to this Troy. She was so naive to life. "He…he told Chad…"

"Ok…I'll be right there. Ok?" Sharpay stormed down the hallway. She wasn't interested in listening to her brother screw her boyfriend's ex-girlfriend so she walked to the door and opened it without knocking.

"Damn Sharpay! Get out!" She heard Taylor yell. Sharpay had her eyes covered. She also wasn't interested in seeing anyone naked. "We are busy in here." Sharpay threw the nearest piece of clothing she saw at them.

"Ok…now you are leaving. Get off of my brother and grab your clothes and leave." Sharpay was uncaring as she said it and Taylor was a bit scared. Troy was in a confused daze.

"Whatever. Sharpay since when is it your business who I screw. You just hate me because I was your boyfriend's first." Taylor said as she headed toward the door with her dress hanging off of her. Troy covered his mouth to keep from yelling at Taylor. That was Sharpay's fight. Not his.

"I'll show you out." Sharpay muttered. Oh was Taylor in for it. Sharpay could be mean; she could use her French manicured nails for evil. "Troy…Gabriella is in her room…um…talk to her?"

"Listen Taylor, no one likes you." Sharpay said throwing her outside the door. If she was going to fight her she sure as hell didn't want her parents to see. Taylor laughed in her face,

"Me? Really? Why did Troy call me in his time of need? Does he talk to you when he's stressed?" Sharpay rolled her eyes. Could Taylor get any blinder? Could she be any more stupid?

"No because he's too busy screwing you. Taylor the only reason guys talk to you is because you are easy." Sharpay said checking her nail beds. "Why do you think that my brother kicked you out the second Gabriella got here. He doesn't like you. Actually he likes her." Taylor rolled her eyes,

"Then why did I come to your house to screw him?" Sharpay felt like slapping her. Taylor was so dumb and such a slut. "If he liked her then wouldn't she be the one in his bed?"

"No, she isn't a slut like you. He likes her for her. He doesn't need to screw her to like her. He actually hates you. Just like me. Just like Chad." Taylor took a step closer to her and laughed,

"Excuse me but Chad loved me first." Chad had been 'in love' with Taylor but then she changed. She cheated on him. She screwed his best friend. She wasn't the girl that he 'fell in love' with.

"Loved, that's the key word, its past tense. He doesn't love you anymore. He loves me." Taylor rolled her eyes,

"Well aren't you just little perfect, taking my leftovers. That's exactly what Montez is trying to do. Well, sorry, all Troy wants is to screw her and get it over with." Sharpay stepped in Taylor's face,

"You pathetic little bitch. Now I think you should go find some other pathetic little brat to screw and NOT my brother." Taylor held her hand up to slap but Sharpay grabbed it.

"Get off!" Taylor screeched as if Sharpay was hurting her. Sharpay backed off not wanting to make a scene.

"No one likes you. You are a slut. Chad hates you. Troy thinks you are annoying. Tell me someone right now that you haven't slept with but still talks to you." There was a long pause and Sharpay spoke again, "Exactly."

Taylor turned around without a word. BURN!

Gabriella was staring at her prom picture, her picture perfect prom picture. Her prom dress fit her beautifully and her date was such a nice guy, even if they were only friends.

She felt someone come into her room and there stood Troy Bolton himself. She looked up gently,

"What are you doing here?" He sat down at the other end of her bed and laid his head on the pillow, "…in my bed?"

"I'm bored." She giggled a bit when he tickled her feet and then she remembered what she had been listening to for the past few hours.

"Isn't Taylor waiting in there? Aren't you guys going to screw a bit more?" There was hatred in her voice. She had hated Taylor since day one, since Taylor stole her seat. But now she hated Taylor for something more. Troy shrugged and spoke,

"Nah, she left. Sharpay kind of kicked her out. But whatever…why are you antisocial in here?" He asked. Why did he care? It's not like he was trying to talk to her. Gabriella said,

"I'm just thinking. That's something you would never do." She was monotone. She didn't know if she was joking or being serious. He glared at her,

"Actually I think a lot. More than you will ever know. But I like to think out loud, you know actually tell my friends what is going on with me and not keeping it inside." Or screwing a slut, whichever comes first. Troy felt awkward telling Gabriella the slut part so he kept it in his head.

"But you don't show emotion, do you? All you show is Troy Bolton, the heartless asshole." She stood up and backed away from him. She needed to get away from him. She needed to yell at him.

"Excuse me, I do show emotion. But I just don't want to open my self up and be a freaking episode of Jerry Springer." He stood up across from her. She yelled,

"Whatever! You are a sad pathetic person like most people in this stupid town." She continued with her screaming, "You don't even know!" He stepped closer to her,

"Pathetic person, I'm a pathetic person? Really? Last time I checked you have 2 friends here; you sit here Friday nights and do nothing while everyone else is doing stuff." She stepped closer to him also. She screamed,

"Why do I need to worry about making friends here when everyone is like you? Sorry I don't want to be friends with people who are Troy-wannabes. Sorry I don't like to spend my Friday nights attracting STDs." He glared at her. She had no idea what she was talking about. She didn't know.

"You want tons of friends like me. If you didn't then you wouldn't have gone out with Nate. You knew he was your one-way ticket to fame. You wanted to be the girl that brings me down, right? You wanted to prove me wrong." He screamed back. They were having an argument like a married couple.

"No, I went on the date because I thought he liked me. You were right! He was an idiot just like you! He wanted down my pants just like you!" She totally forgot how he had danced with her. She forgot how he saved her.

"No, I said I wanted to. He tried. I saved you from him. I didn't even get a thank you. I danced with you when you were alone. I didn't get a thank you." She crossed her hands across her chest.

"Oh you are a saint! What would I do without you? Oh yeah, I wouldn't have been there in the first place." He frowned,

"So it's my fault you went, really? Did I force you to go? Oh…I set it up didn't I? I forgot about that part." It wasn't really his fault at all; she could admit it to herself. Not to him.

"Oh whatever, you were jealous. This whole freaking time. You were jealous of Nate, that's why you went to the party. You knew he would screw up, you wanted to be the hero." Gabriella called him on that one. He knew he was jealous.

"Exactly, for the first time I wanted to be a nice guy and all I get is hell. Thank you." She lowered her voice,

"I don't need this. I don't need to get involved here. I've got a picture perfect life back in California. I don't need it here." Troy slammed her prom picture onto the ground and laughed.

"There is no such thing as picture perfect!" He yelled annoyed. Gabriella just stared at the broken picture. Her perfect picture was broken.

"Yes, there is! My life is! I have thought about it!" He took a step closer to her stepping on the frame snapping it in half.

"Your life isn't fucking picture perfect! Just thinking that makes you so naïve!" She rolled her eyes,

"I am not naïve! I am sure of it!" He stepped on the picture again. It was an ironic metaphor. He laughed viciously,

"Your life isn't picture perfect. Your fucking parents dropped you off here because they are broke and too gutless to actually tell you. They left you. That's not fucking picture perfect, is it?" His voice dropped low. That was cruel to say that then. Gabriella took a few steps back from him.

And she cried.

Gabriella's life wasn't picture perfect and she couldn't do a damn thing about it.

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The aftermath of the fight.