A/N: Ok so here's the next chappie! I am hurt. I have 79 hits, and guess how many reviews? 2! Yes only TWO! So start reviewing, savvy? I know wrong catagory. Ok, how about...Break Free of your Status Quo and review, so my story can Bop to the Top with reviews...Exclamation point! HA! I have so many refrences to HSM in there! Beat that! Please R&R and No flames. And thanks to all the reviewers, and to 1 person who favorited this. Also to the 1 person who story-alerted this.

Disclaimer: I, sadly, do NOT own High School Musical. If I did this would be "Owner-Fiction" not "Fan-Fiction". And besides, when did I ever say I owned HSM? Ok I confess, I OWN HSM!...NOT! Even though I wouldn't mine owning Lucas Grabeel! xP

On with the story me hearties...

Chapter 2: Flashbacks and Stupidity

Ryan POV

See, thats what I told you. My anger always gets me into trouble. Like this one time in grade 3...

Flashback (No POV)

"You're such a loser!" Shouted the 4th grade bully.

"Ya, and you dress funny," shouted one of the bully's friends. The bullies pushed a young Ryan to the ground, ruining his brand new clothes.

"My new clothes," shout Ryan. "Why don't you stupid giants go pick on someone your own size! Losers!" Ryan was fuming.

"What did you call us," another one of the bully's friends screamed.

"Losers," Ryan repeated.

"Get him," a couple bullies shouted. Suddenly all the bullies attacked Ryan. Beating him bloody. Sharpay went over and helped him home.

End Flashback

From that point on I tried my hardest to be happy. I tried my hardest to not get mad. But when I did, disaster struck.

Tap, tap, tap. (A/N1: Tap-a, Tap-a, Tap-a)

I was suddenly pulled out of my thoughts when I heard a tapping coming from my window. I looked over. It was Gabriella, wonderful Gabriella. I rolled down my window.

"Yes," I asked. God she's beautiful. I wonder what she wants, I thought.

"Are you ok," she asked, concern in her voice.

"Not really. I am so mad at Troy. He took my part in the play again," I said.

"It's ok. You can try again next time," she responded. That got me mad again. That's what everyone is telling me. It's not ok! I was suddenly angry again, and you know what happens then.

"Why does everyone keep saying that? It's not ok! I am much better then Troy! Yet he get's the part, twice! I sing better then Troy, I dance better then Troy and Lord knows I can dress better then him! But is that enough? NO! What is wrong with everyone," I screamed. I instintly regretted it. I don't know what made me do it. I don't know why I chose Gabriella of all people to lash out on. Ok, that's a lie. I know why I did. My anger. God, I am so stupid. I hate my self so fucking much right now. Gabriella looks so hurt.

"I was just trying to help," she chokes out. Shes almost in tears. My heart is breaking at the sight of her that way. But once again my anger takes over, and before I know it I respond.

"Well don't!"

I notice a tear fall from her gorgeous brown eyes and fall down her rosy cheeks. She walks away. I slam my head against the steering wheel.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," I repeat.

Well, there ya go. I know it's short, but this is more like chapter 1 and a half. It's here to be like a bridge to the 2nd chapter. Which will be longer. I promise.

AN1--Does anyone know where I got that from? Take a guess, and if you get it right, you'll win a toaster. Because toasters make the world go round. R&R! Until next time. Toodles! (Ha! Another HSM refrence!)