A/N: Hello peeps! I'm SO sorry that I took about two weeks to update. That's because I'm working on a new oneshot. It's almost done. And also, we had spring break this week and my aunt dropped by to take us to one of those fancy hotels. I had fun! So anyway, thanks for the reviews! I appreciate them!

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Okay, here's chapter twenty seven! Again, sorry it's so late! I hope you enjoy it!


This Is War

Chapter 27: Jealousy Equals Pain

As Troy was running up the steps to help Ryan with Gabriella, he heard a familiar high-pitched scream. He thought he was just imagining things and shook it off. But then he heard a loud thud that came right after the scream. Realizing that it was Sharpay, he went back out of the school to help her, assuming that Ryan had things under control upstairs.

"Oh my, God, Gabriella? Sharpay? Guys, answer me!" Troy said as he rushed to Sharpay and Gabriella's side and pulled Gabriella off of Sharpay. He saw blood surrounding the two bodies, but he didn't know where the source was because both of the girls' clothes were soaked in the crimson liquid.

Troy took his cell phone from his pocket and started dialing 9-1-1.

"9-1-1 emergency hotline, what is your emergency?" Troy heard the woman on the other end say.

"Hi, yes, this is Troy Bolton, and we need an ambulance down in East High School in Albuquerque, New Mexico right away please. Bring the police too! We have a psycho murderer here!"

"Could you state your name again, sir?"

"Troy Bolton. We're at East High School in Albuquerque, New Mexico. My friends are hurt and I can see a ton of blood coming out. Please hurry!" With that, Troy hung up his phone. He started dialing another number, praying to the heavens that the person on the other end would answer.

"Hello?" Troy heard a sleepy sounding Chad answer his phone groggily.

"CHAD! Thank goodness you're awake! Listen, I know you're mad at me right now, but you really need to get to East High. It's an emergency!" Troy screamed into the phone.

"Calm down man! You'll wake up Tay! And why should I come to East High anyway?"

"Because Sharpay and Gabriella are here. I think Leslie pushed Gabriella from the roof and landed on Sharpay. One, if not both, of them are losing a lot of blood. So a little help would be appreciated! I already called for an ambulance and for the police. Hurry!" Troy shouted again.

"Wait, what?" Chad asked.

"Just get down to East High!" Troy commanded and shut his phone off. He took his jacket off from around him and put it around Sharpay's leg, which seemed to be twisted badly. Gabriella's face looked horrible too, with bruises and scratches visible from every angle.

"Ryan, be careful up there."


Ryan looked down from the edge and saw that Gabriella had landed on Sharpay. It looked like someone was spewing ounces and ounces of blood. He wanted desperately to go down there and clean it up, and take both girls in his arms, but he was rather occupied at the moment. Thankfully, he sees Troy rushing out to help them.

He felt Leslie's hands attempting to push him over the edge but luckily he outweighed her. Ryan turned around and took Leslie's hands. He spun her around making her dangle from the edge of the roof. He tried to get Leslie to fall off the edge but she refuses.

One of Leslie's henchmen, who was holding one of the twins, released Rachelle to try and help Leslie. Except, as soon as he had released Rachelle, she lifted her leg and kicked him where it hurt the most, sending him down to the ground immediately.

"Leslie, why don't you just give up? The police are coming anyway!" Ryan shouted as he held her hands tight behind her back.

"Not until I get what I want!" She shouted. She tried struggling out of his grip, but it was useless, Ryan was too strong. She kicked her leg back and her thick, heavy heel sharply hit Ryan's shin. Ryan let go of Leslie and tried to ease the pain, shouting things he surely didn't want his daughters to hear. But he shouted out the words anyway.

He continued rubbing his shin as Leslie escapes and runs toward Rachelle, searching for something in her bag. As Ryan composed himself and raced for Leslie, she turned around facing him, a loaded gun in her hand, pointed at Ryan's head, making Ryan stop in his tracks.

"Take one more step and I'll blow your head off." She threatened. She cocked the gun, getting ready to shoot.

Ryan raised his hands and backed away slowly. He closed his eyes and waited for the impact of the bullet. Fortunately, it didn't come, instead, Ryan heard a big yelp, and constant swearing coming from Leslie. He opened his eyes and saw his daughter biting one of Leslie's legs. He thought quickly and ran over to Leslie, wrestling the gun away from her hand. She wouldn't let go though. She started pulling on the trigger, and the gun started shooting mercilessly that anybody or anything coming in contact with its bullets are sure to be dead. It had barely missed Roxanne's ear, and one bullet hit the henchman in the shoulder, releasing Roxanne immediately. The other henchman on the floor was about to get up but Roxanne did what her sister did and kicked him.

When Rachelle had gotten off of Leslie, Leslie elbowed Ryan in the stomach, making him release the gun. Leslie got control of it and aimed it at Ryan's head once more. Ryan raised his hands and slowly backed away once again.

"Rachelle, Roxanne, get out of here, NOW. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I promise. Just remember that I love you both so very much." Ryan said, commanding his daughters to get up and leave. They did as they were told and Ryan saw that Leslie was still pointing the gun at him.

"Aw… that was really sweet." Leslie said sarcastically. "For a mother-fucking, son-of-a-bitch." Leslie said calmly, as if the words were just any regular words. "You ruined my whole plan. You know you're gonna have to pay, right?" Leslie taunted but Ryan stayed silent. "Like your little girlfriend down there, you're gonna have to pay. You're gonna have to pay the hard way." She said, as she was about to pull the trigger.

Leslie's henchman stood up from the floor and attempted to get Ryan but Leslie commanded for him to stop.

"I got this. Move the hell away." She said, not wanting to be disturbed. The henchman went to the other henchman's side to help him.

"Why are you doing this?" Ryan asked.

"Why am I doing this? Why am I doing this? I'm doing this because of you! You were the one who got me pregnant! You're the reason I had to face the consequences of giving birth! You made my life miserable!" Leslie accused.

"But you were the one who led me off! I don't remember much, but I do remember this: I was drunk and I was about to fall asleep on the couch. Then somebody took my hands and led me to the bathroom. Then I wake up in my dorm with no clothes on and you come one night and told me what happened. It's not my fault. It's yours." Ryan countered.

"Well it doesn't matter now, does it?" She said, still pointing the gun at his head.

"What is your deal?"

"I just can't understand how you became such a successful actor while taking care of twin girls! Ryan, you're such a great Dad for them! I don't get how you're so perfect at everything that you do and I can't even get a part-time job without getting fired on my third day!"

"So that's what this is about. You're jealous." Ryan said as he lowered his hands and stopped backing up.

"Shut up."

"You're jealous that I was able to follow my dreams and you weren't."

"I said shut up."

"You can't stand seeing me do what I love to do while you're stuck doing some crappy job that you hate."

"What part of 'shut up' don't you understand?"

"You think I live a glamorous life, with cameras, paparazzi, and fans following me around while I use my wads of money to fan myself with. And that I get roles offered to me everyday that I couldn't even choose which one I want to do. Well you know what? You're wrong. I worked really, really, hard to get where I am now. I've shed blood, sweat, and tears to get my first actual role. I've sacrificed practically everything for the twins." Ryan explained. Leslie didn't stir.

"Maybe that's your problem. Maybe you just don't work hard enough. Maybe that's why you deserve such a screwed up life." Ryan continued.

"I SAID SHUT UP!"

Out of the blue, a big orange basketball flew out of nowhere and hit Leslie directly in the side of her head as she pulled the trigger. So instead of the bullet going through Ryan's head, it hit his arm. He fell to the ground, the impact and the pain overwhelming him. His arm started running like a faucet, he was losing a lot of blood and it still won't stop. He looked over in Leslie's direction. She too was on the ground, rubbing the side of her head that the basketball hit, pathetically searching for her gun while cursing the heavens. Apparently, she had dropped it when the basketball hit her.

Leslie saw the gun on the floor, she crawled for it quickly, ready to grab it and shoot it at Ryan, but something, or someone had beat her to it. She saw a hand go down to it and take it. At first, she thought that it was Ryan. She looked up and got a huge surprise. It wasn't Ryan. She saw the face of Chad Danforth. Part of his face, anyway, because the barrel of the gun was so close to her that it blocked her whole view.

She looked to the side and saw that Ryan was also looking at Chad with a shocked face, while clutching his arm, which by then was soaked through.

Leslie slowly stood up, putting her hands up. "You wouldn't really shoot me Chad, would you? You're too good for that right?" She said, attempting to persuade him to not shoot.

"I can do whatever I want with this gun." Chad answered.

"But you don't want to commit a crime, do you? Do you want to go through life knowing that you killed someone?"

"No, I don't." Chad said as he started lowering his gun and Leslie started smiling.

Leslie's henchmen got back up and saw that Chad had the gun pointed at Leslie. The two men smiled at each other menacingly and started charging at Chad.

Ryan had just stretched his legs out, not knowing what was happening anymore, thinking if this was all just a dream, and all of a sudden, he feels two pairs of feet trip on his legs and two bodies tumbling down to the floor. He then thought fast and quickly knocked them out with a nearby clay plant pot before they could get back up.

"How can two people be so idiotic?" Leslie said out loud. Chad raised the gun back up.

"I wouldn't want to kill anybody now, would I?" Chad said.

"Chad, don't sho-" Ryan tried to say, but he was too late. Chad had already shot the last bullet.

Leslie fell to the floor, her clothes getting soaked by the fresh blood gushing out from her. Chad lowered the gun and stared at Leslie. Ryan stared at Chad with pure shock written all over his face.

"You- …you just shot her." Ryan said, a slight tremble in his voice. Chad turned to face him and smiled. "I know." He said, sounding very satisfied with himself.

"Is she… dead?" Ryan asked cautiously, afraid to hear the bad news.

"I'm not a criminal Ryan, and I never will be." Chad said as he moved out of the way so Ryan could see Leslie. Ryan found out that Chad hadn't killed Leslie. He merely shot her upper leg. She was clutching it tightly with her arms, cursing the crud out of Chad. Chad didn't seem to care, though.

"Why her leg?" Ryan asked curiously. "Why not her arm, or something else?"

"Would you want her to get away when the police get here?" Chad asked matter-of-factly.

"Oh." Ryan said. "See, I can never think of things like that. I guess I'm just slow." Ryan joked as he continued applying pressure to his arm, wincing every few seconds from the pain, his vision getting blurrier and blurrier by the second.

"It's called common sense, man. You should use yours some time." Chad said, as he smiled at his friend. Ryan gave him a thumb-up with his good arm. From the corner of his eye, he saw the whole gang running up the stairs, worry spelled across their faces. Paramedics were at their sides. He then collapsed into darkness.


Ryan woke up in an instant. He sat up and looked around. Everything around him was white. White walls, white sheets, white floor, white ceiling, white door, etc. He thought he was entering the pearly gates. It was then that he realized that he was in a hospital room.

He noticed that his left arm was in a sling. He looked up and saw a young nurse by the corner of the room, taking notes on her clipboard. He saw that she has a small build and he thought that he could outrun her. He threw the covers off of him with his good arm, got out of the hospital bed, slipped on some slippers, and headed for the door.

He got no further than three steps away from the room when his nurse had grabbed hold of him.

"Excuse me, sir. You really need to stay in bed and rest. Your arm won't get any better if you don't rest it."

"You don't understand. I really need to see my sister. Where is she?" Ryan demanded while trying to pry himself from the young nurse's grip.

"I'm sorry sir, but you're not allowed to leave your hospital room." The nurse explained.

"No, you really don't understand. She's my twin sister and I need to see if she's okay! If you can just tell me which room she's in, I promise I'll just check on her real quick, come back, and stay in my room until the doctor says I'm ready to leave the hospital. Please, I really need to see her. I won't forgive myself if she's not okay." Ryan pleaded to the surprisingly strong, young nurse.

"If you allow me to escort you, I'll show you which room she's in." The nurse said. Ryan nodded. "Okay, what's your sister's name?"

"Sharpay Evans. Or Sharpay Baylor. She goes by either name."

"Okay, follow me please." The nurse said after checking her clipboard. For the next few minutes, Ryan followed the nurse through twisting and turning hallways, and elevators. He couldn't possibly get back to his own room without assistance.

"Here you are Mr. Evans. Ms. Evans is right through that door." The nurse showed him.

Ryan gently opened the door, trying to make sure that he doesn't disturb Sharpay. The door creaked and he walked in slowly.

He saw Sharpay, sitting on her bed, reading an old magazine. Her leg was in a sling and was kept elevated.

"Hey." She greeted.

"Hey." Ryan greeted back.

"Nice gown." Sharpay chuckled. Ryan looked down at what he was wearing. It was one of those hospital gowns where it ties at the back but still shows your backside. He tried to reach his back so he can close up the gap. "So, how's the arm? Did it hurt when they took the bullet out?" Sharpay asked, putting down the magazine on her bedside table.

"I'm good. I didn't even feel it when they took the bullet out. How's the leg? Did you break it?"

"Hey, I didn't break it. Gabriella broke it."

"It wasn't her fault. Leslie pushed her." Ryan explained. "By the way, have you seen Gabriella? Is she okay? Do you know where she is?" Ryan asked frantically.

"Chill for a sec, will you? Yes, I've seen her, yes, she's okay, and yes, I know where she is." Sharpay answered.

"So, where is she?" Ryan asked impatiently.

"I don't know. Why don't you ask that patient over there?" Sharpay said, nodding to the other side of the room. On another bed laid a person who appears to be sleeping. Ryan looked at Sharpay, clearly confused.

"What?" He asked.

"Go on. Ask her." Sharpay urged. Ryan approached her carefully, as not to wake her. As he gets closer, he realizes that it was in fact Gabriella.

"Oh my, goodness." Ryan said. Gabriella's head was wrapped with gauze, she has a neck brace, her arm was in a sling, and her leg was also in a brace and elevated.

Ryan sat next to her on the bed. He started talking to her, not sure if she would be able to hear it or not, but he still continued talking.

"Hey, Gabs. I know you're sleeping, and I know you want to rest, but I'm going to talk to you anyway. It's me, Ryan. I'm doing great and I hope you are too." Ryan said. He touched Gabriella's face, careful not to hurt her. "You know, you look great. Better than I had expected actually. That neck brace gives you quite a glow." Ryan jokes. He swore he saw a bit of a smile emit from her lips. "I don't know when you'll wake up, I haven't talked to your doctor yet. But I really want to sing you a song, so here goes." Ryan said. He took a big breath and started singing.

She calls me from the car

Idling in the rain

Tells me it's too hard

To handle all the pain

He sang. He sang with all that he had. He sang with pain, but then again, he sang with happiness. Mixed emotions carry out through the song.

But we could

Get there

'Cause with you I'm not scared

Just tell me that this thing is not dead

Girl I'm ready for the road ahead

I know we could get there

He finished the song and took Gabriella's free hand in his. He brought it up to his lips and kissed it. He brought it down again and rubbed it with his thumb.

"I'm here for you Gabriella. I got your back." He said before he stood up and started walking towards the door. He thought he heard Gabriella say something, so he looked back. But he only saw the stillness of her form. So he turned back again and let the nurse escort him back to his own room.


Okay, how's that? See, it's not a cliffie anymore! I just couldn't think of a cliffie at the moment so I didn't put one.

Don't freak, the story's not finished yet. I'll tell you when it's over. :D In the meantime, drop by and read my new oneshot. I'll put it up sometime later this week. I haven't figured out a title for it yet. But I'll get there.

Which reminds me, that song "Get There" is not mine. It's Drew Seeley's.