Sharpay stared, shocked at the door in which her girlfriend, no, ex-girlfriend, just walked out through.
She'd never had anyone break up with her before. It was usually her who did all the breaking up. And she was not used to it.
She considered running after Gabriella and telling her she'd changed her mind and to stay, but then she'd just be a pushover. And, anyway, it wasn't her fault. Gabriella was forcing her to do something she didn't want to do!
Sharpay would get her revenge on Troy, but she didn't want to do it this way.
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Gabriella stumbled into her room in a fit of laughter. She threw herself on her bed and happily remembered all that had happened since she broke up with Sharpay.
Sharpay.
"Bitch," Gabriella muttered.
Gabriella stomped out of Sharpay's room and walked out of the house. She got into her car and was about to go home, but she decided to go somewhere else.
She sped her way over to a club, and whipped out her mother's ID, that Mrs Montez had accidentally dropped in Gabby's car last Saturday. Gabriella planned to give it back soon.
Because her mother and her looked almost alike, the big man who stood at the door of the club, checking IDs grunted and waved her in.
"Thanks," Gabriella said and winked at him and went inside. She took a seat on a barstool.
"What can I get you, Miss?" asked the bartender. He was a bit on the plump side but his teeth were really white, which was kinda unusual, because his hair looked like somethings were living in there.
There was a band playing, and Gabriella couldn't help but get up on her feet and start dancing, without giving her request to the bartender.
When the band finally stopped playing, Gabriella had danced with five guys and a girl and she was exhausted. She finally collapsed on the barstool she was sitting on.
"Just some good beer," Gabriella said to the bartender, as if he had just asked Gabriella what she wanted.
Gabriella had tried beer before, at some guy's party in 9th grade.
The bartender set down a glass of Heineken for Gabriella and she threw back her head and drank all the beer in three gulps. Then she hiccuped and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
She felt someone tap her on the shoulder. She turned around. It was a girl.
"Hi. I'm Sarah. Wanna play a drinking game?"
Gabriella smiled. "Of course," she said and put ten dollars on the table. "Ten bucks says I can drink a whole glass faster than you."
Sarah shot her a mishevious grin. "You're on."
And now, here she was, in her bedroom, drunk. She had earned about eighty dollars that day, from all the drinking competitions she won, and had lost ten dollars, to Sarah.
She'd hailed a cab to get her home, and fortunately for her, her mom was out.
"F Sharpay, who needs her anyway?" Gabriella muttered before drifting off into sleep.
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