Title: Surrender

Rating: M - for use of language, intimate moments, and oh yeah, the homosexual relationship that develops. Don't like it, don't read it. End of discussion.

Pairing: Eventually this is a Sharpay/Gabriella story, but it has minor Troyella moments in the prologue.

Disclaimer: Yeah. I don't own anything. Don't sue me, please.

A/N: Hoookay. So it's been forever since I've posted anything on this website... oh man. I'm aware of that, and I'm sorry!!! Majorly busy with a bajrillion things, but blahblahblah. Yes. This is a Sharpay/Gabbi story, because I think there's a major lack of that hottness in this HSM category. So I've decided to take the matter in my own hands and write one myself. This is just a prologue to see if people want to read it, and if you want me to continue and/or think this is interesting, then reviewwww!!!!

Thoughts are in italics, by the way. And I'm also aware that this is really short, but it'll be longer later, I promise. :)

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It could have been just another ordinary day. Troy could have showed up on the Montez's doorstep and rang the doorbell with his overly friendly smile, and Gabriella could have opened her front door with a flirty giggle, proceeding to latch herself onto him in a lover's cheery bliss.

But it wasn't any ordinary day.

Troy's hand hesitated before pressing his right index finger on the doorbell, wincing when he heard it ring. Gabriella unknowingly mirrored Troy's hesitation on the inside of the house, trying to force the muscles in her face to resemble a grin when she opened the door.

"Hey, Troy," she said slowly, stepping out onto the porch. Troy shut the door behind her.

"Hey, Gab."

Silence.

Gabriella fidgeted with her hands.

"I think we should, uh—"

"…talk, yeah," Gabriella finished. That wasn't exactly what Troy wanted to say, but it worked for the moment.

The afternoon breeze was warm; such a contrasting atmosphere between the gorgeous weather and the two teenagers walking with so many words swarming their young minds.

"There's someone else," Gabriella blurted out before she could stop herself. The statement hung in the air, haunting both their ears. Troy stopped in his tracks. She cringed.

"Really?" his voice strained. The breeze blew again, loose strands of hair danced around Gabriella's face. She stopped a couple of steps in front of Troy, but she didn't turn around.

No. "Yes," she lied, flinching. No, not really. What am I saying? she thought frantically. I can't lose you. I don't want to lose you. I take it back, I swear. I'll never have—

"Who… who is it?" Troy raked his fingers through his hair, unwilling to believe the situation unfolding in front of him.

Gabriella grimaced. With her back still turned to him, a memory sped through her mind.

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The room was dark, save for the moonlight streaming through Troy's bedroom window. Troy and Gabriella were tangled up in a passionate kiss, both sets of clothing carelessly thrown to the floor. Gabriella was on her back and she giggled when Troy's hands slid down her slender curves. The giggle turned into a throaty moan when his hands reached her throbbing center. She closed her eyes, bucking her hips upwards to stop his teasing and soothe her ache. She moaned against his lips as his fingers slipped and curled inside her.

"Oh, Sha—" Gabriella's eyes opened and widened in horror, "shit, you're amazing," she finished. She closed her eyes, leaning her head into Troy's chest and prayed he didn't catch her slip-up.

Fuck. It's Troy. Troy.

"Troy," she breathed, repeating it to herself.

"Yeah, baby. I love you," he said.

His pleasuring suddenly didn't seem so pleasurable anymore.

Not wanting to respond, Gabriella kissed Troy with a newfound eagerness, forcing him onto his back. She was numb and her heart was pounding, not because of the heat of the moment, but because of the person she saw when she closed her eyes.

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"Gabriella. Who is it?" Troy's voice was pained, nervously awaiting an answer.

She turned around, an apologetic plea in her eyes. "Troy, I'm sorry. It's just not working out anymore," she said in almost a robotic tone.

Troy shook his head. "No. You can't be serious. We're breaking up?" Gabriella bit her thumbnail and couldn't bring herself to respond. "Just… tell me who the lucky guy is. Just give me that."

Gabriella's eyes started to fill with hot tears. "I can't tell you. I'm sorry," she trembled.

"But… I love you." His voice sounded small. So small.

"It's… it's different now. It's not the same." She hated the way her voice sounded. She wanted to run away and pretend this conversation never happened. They could go back to the way they were; the quintessential high school couple. Basketball King and Math Queen. They could go back to being in 'love'. Being 'happy'.

"We can fix it," Troy said anxiously, taking both of Gabriella's hands into his own. "We can get through this. We can talk more, just like we used to. We can… we can…"

"Troy. No." Gabriella took her hands out of Troy's grasp, her heart breaking along with his. For weeks, she'd been dying to shout these words to his face, and now that she had the chance, she wasn't so sure she made the right decision.

"I guess I don't… I just don't understand," he said, defeated, staring at the ground with his hands in his pockets.

Gabriella shook her head once more, tears bursting through her stone-like demeanor. "I don't either," she said truthfully, looking into his eyes for one last time.

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a/n - So if you're a fan, review!! I'd really appreciate it.

(recently edited – 9/11/07)

peace out - love, alyssa