Gabriella stood at her locker just staring at the inside.
"Gabriella!"
Gabriella turned around to see Taylor standing behind her.
"Hey Taylor."
Taylor grinned, "So...how was it?"
Gabriella looked confused, "How was what?"
"You know...the kiss?"
Gabriella managed to smile but it became a half-frown, "It was amazing, the perfect kiss. It's just that he doesn't seem like he cares."
"Ah..." Taylor said narrowing her eyes.
Gabriella looked at Taylor suspiciously, "Do you know something I don't?"
"Well," Taylor sighed before continuing, "Sharpay might of told how you felt and the real reason she didn't audition."
Gabriella swallowed hard. "How do you know?"
"It's all over school. Sharpay has a big mouth. She can't help it."
Gabriella couldn't believe what she was hearing, "All this time, he knew. He ignored me because he knew?"
"Possibly," Taylor said looking sympathetic.
"I don't understand."
Taylor nodded her head, "Me neither, but I'll ask him."
Before Gabriella could stop her, Taylor swiftly walked down the hall.
She felt like hitting her head against her locker over and over again.
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Ryan was sitting at a bench outside the school.
"Hey Ryan," Taylor said as she sat down next to him.
Raising his brow, Ryan replied, "Hi?"
"Whatcha doin?"
Ryan grew annoyed, "What do you want Taylor?"
"What makes you think I want anything? Can't I just sit here with an old friend? I'm hurt."
Ryan sighed, "We have barely even talked to eachother."
Taylor shook her head, "What's your point?"
"Is this about Gabriella? If so, then I prefer to leave it alone."
"It might be, but it will not be left alone. We need to settly some things."
Ryan sighed once more, "Ok. First of all, why isn't she here instead of you?"
"Honeslty? She's scared to look at you. How could she bare to talk to you?"
Ryan smiled, "I see."
"Sharpay told you didn't she?"
Ryan supressed a laugh, "She did, but I knew she did somewhat."
"What do you mean?"
"I always knew she was attracted to me. I just never knew she actually liked me."
"I don't get it, Ryan. What's your problem?"
"I don't have one."
"Well, she is more hurt than she's ever been before."
Ryan smiled, "Sounds like a personal problem to me."
Taylor was angry by now, "You know good and damn well you're the cause!"
Ryan stood up and swung his bag over his shoulders, "That maybe so. Still, I need her to tell me this, not you."
Ryan smiled before leaving Taylor who was still sitting on the bench.