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I miserably slid down the leather interior, trying my hardest to block out Nadia's annoying giggle as her hands roamed Aiden. While he was driving. I rolled my eyes as I heard her whisper, "How far away does this chick live?" In anticipation of ripping off her boyfriend's pants. She flipped her wavy summer brown hair over her shoulder. Aralyn was right. Leila was wrong.

As Aiden pulled into my driveway, I jumped from the car and made my way to the front double doors. "How was your date?" Tacy asked me as I charged up the stairs.

"Fine." I muttered, trying my hardest not to stumble in the Mary Janes.

"Hold on." Tacy barked to my back. "Come back down here. So I can see you." I sighed and rolled my eyes, stomping back down to the landing. My eyes were bloodshot, and my makeup was smeared from letting a few tears fall as I came to the front door. "Have you been drinking?"

"I had one glass of wine, Tacy." I rolled my eyes, leaving out the part with the flask in Aiden's jacket pocket.

"Any drugs?" she narrowed her brown eyes.

I rolled my eyes, starting up the stairs again. "I'm not that stupid, Tacy. Goodnight." I angrily stomped to my room, falling onto my sleeping pad, wishing that I had a bed to fall onto.

"How the hell were you going to have a birthday and not tell us?" Leila opened her locker angrily. Avery and Charley nodded in agreement. "I thought we were friends." she sounded hurt.

"It totally slipped my mind, I swear." I told her, not wanting to get on her bad side after such a sucky night. "Why... did you guys want to throw me a party?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Are you serious?" Leila laughed, "Of course we are, dumbass."

"Hey, Gabriella." Aiden held a big slender box wrapped in silver paper under his arm. He stopped me in the hall. I looked over his shoulder and behind my back, afraid Leila would catch me actually speaking to him. Even though I was really mad at him.

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Hi." I said flatly.

"I know, your birthday is a few weeks off, but I finished this early and I wanted to give it to you." he handed me the box and it weighed me down. "Happy birthday." he smiled.

"I... I uh... you remembered?" my voice was high-pitched. I tried hiding my smile.

He nodded. "Aren't you going to open it?" he asked.

I froze. "I... can't." I lied. "I've got to be somewhere. I'll open it once I get home. I promise." I actually smiled back, letting some of the disappointment shed off. "Thanks. A lot." I smiled again before hastening down to lunch.

"Don't you want anything to do with your own party?... Gabriella?" Leila snapped her fingers in order to get my attention. I brought my eyes back to her, away from my closet where I hid the present Aiden had given me under a pile of Emilio Pucci scarves that I forgot to put back on their hangers. If Leila saw that present, she would ask who gave it to me. And I was sort of a terrible liar. I would be dead.

"Sorry." I blushed, looking down at the Claire Fontaine notebook Leila had opened on my desk. "Keep going."

"Just forget it." she rolled her eyes. "Charley, Avery, and I will finish it." she got up from my computer chair, opening the French doors to my closet. "I saw a bunch of Puccis in here when you were in the bathroom." she smiled, taking a left to the scarf section, in the farthest corner of the room. My stomach dropped when I heard her say. "What the hell is this?" And she came out. With the box.

"I... I don't know." I shrugged. "Must be some old outfit."

"Wrapped in silver paper?" Charley piped up. "It's a present, duh." she rolled her eyes. "Open it." she smiled as Leila dumped the thin box ontp my lap.

I took a deep breath and tore the paper off in little strips. When I opened the box, my breath caught.

It was me.

"Oh, mygosh." Leila looked surprised. "Who did this?"

It was a headshot. Of me. In pastels or something else I couldn't really tell. But it was absolutely... lifelike. My head was tilted a little to the side and black curls cascaded down my shoulders. My chocolate brown eyes flickered with pure fun. Aiden did this.

"I have no clue." I shook my head in awe.

"Hey, we should use it on the invitations!" Avery squealed. "That would be so cool!"

"That's an awesome idea." Leila nodded, closing the box. "We're going to Photoshop, Gabriella." she began gathering her things and putting the box under her arm. "Talk to you later." Charley and Avery followed close behind.

Aiden was going to kill me.

I had missed Winter Formal in Albuquerque. There's no Winter Formal at Newport High because there's no such thing as winter here. I tore open the fat envelope addressed from Sharpay. All there was was a picture in a thick black frame. It was Sharpay. And Troy. At Winter Formal? Together? My eyes widened. Sharpay looked absolutely gorgeous in her winter white dress. She was leaning into Troy and he had his hand clamped around her waist. But for some reason, it made me oddly pissed. I picked up my cordless phone, dialing the familiar number, waiting to hear her voice.

"Hello?" there was laughing in the background. They were having fun without me.

"I got your package." my voice shook a little. "Looks like you and Troy had a fabulous time at Winter Formal." I rolled my eyes.

"Gabriella!" Sharpay had a smile in her voice. I heard her turn her head away from the phone. "You guys, it's Gabriella." she called. "So what's up?"

"You went to Winter Formal? With Troy? Why didn't you tell me all those times we IMed?" I raised my voice. There was silence on the other end. "Hold on... are you guys like, dating? He's your boyfriend?"

"Gabriella, I..."

"Were you guys just waiting for me to move to California so you could get together?" I paced the floor.

"No!" she exclaimed. "Are you... no! We would never do something like that. Gabriella, you have no idea how much I miss you."

"Not enough to totally go behind my back and date Troy!" I screamed. "Well you know what? Fine. Go ahead and have him. My newest friends are the most popular girls in school and they're throwing me a birthday party. Like, every single hot guy in the school is going to be there." I bragged.

"I wish we could be there." Sharpay said quietly.

We?

I rolled my eyes. "Well look... I gotta go." I said loudly.

"Oh, well then..."

But I pressed the 'end' button before she could finish her sentence. I tore the picture of Sharpay and Troy out of the frame and casually tossed it in the glass trashcan next to my desk.

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