Sorry it has taken so long to update, I got really sick and then school hit me hard. But I'm going to try and update more often now. And thank you for all of the reviews, please keep them coming. I promise I won't leave you hanging as long this time!

Gabriella was lying on her bed, trying to get to sleep, but she found herself replaying the events of the past night in her mind. Why couldn't her life just be normal? Why did it have to be like she was starring in some sick teen drama where all the drama seemed to happen to her? And why couldn't she get the feeling of Troy Bolton's lips off of her own?

That's where the problem started actually, when Troy kissed her. Sure at the time it felt magical and her dream of a perfect summer felt like it was coming true. But who was she kidding? This was her life, not Cinderella's. Now that kiss felt fake and cold and manipulative. He kissed her when he had a girlfriend, how else was she supposed to feel after that?

"Troy, what is going on?" Gabriella asked, instantly pushing Troy away. Pushing him away was harder than she thought, it was like there lips didn't want to leave each other. But when Gabriella was kissing a guy and the words "boyfriend" and "bitch" are used in the same sentence by another girl, she knew that was the time to create some distance.

Troy's eyes seemed bluer than before and looked instantly to the ground. Gabriella couldn't help but scoff a little. Was he actually hiding from her? She finally forced herself to turn around to the girl she obviously grossly offended. To her surprise, it was the girl from the coffee shop. The pretty one who Gabriella noticed was agitated when she sat with Troy. The one Troy said to ignore. The one who looked like she wanted to kill Gabriella. Now it all made sense.

Gabriella's eyes darted back from Troy to Paulette the coffee girl, not sure what to do or say next. This was not the kind of situation she was used to or any good at dealing with. Troy was still staring at the ground with a frustrated look and Paulette's eyes were darting back between her and Troy. Gabriella finally made a move.

"Look, I am really sorry. I honestly had no idea." Gabriella said quietly. Tears felt like they were building up in her eyes and throat but she quickly swallowed them down to get through this. She told herself she could act like a girl when she was alone. Paulette looked more angry than ever, but Troy seemed to quell the anger by gently touching her arm, which calmed her. Gabriella wanted to vomit.

"Paulette, could you please go now?" Troy asked the blonde girl, his eyes almost pleading. Paulette looked appalled and so did Gabriella. Is this how he treated his girlfriend?

"No, Troy. I'll be the one to go." Gabriella said, turning around and making her way back to the beach without looking back. That was the last time that she ever intended to see Troy Bolton.

Once she was sure she was away, the tears wanted to crawl up on her even more. She hated it when she was fooled. She hated it when she felt stupid. And she hated it when she felt used. And that's exactly what she felt right now. If only she would have stuck with Sharpay and Ryan instead of all of them going there own way.

Through her tear brimmed and blurry eyes she scanned the area where the bonfire was being held without actually moving. After a few minutes she caught a glimpse of Ryan's satin hat and quickly made her way over there. He was sitting around with fire with a guitar strumming a few notes and humming a song. Gabriella didn't want to speak for fear of her words coming out as a cry, so she waited for Ryan to look up and realize something was wrong. Finally when he finished his song he did look up.

"Hey Ella, look at this awesome guitar I found lying on the beach? Is it my lucky night or what?" he asked with a wide smile that usually could put a smile on his friend. But not this time, and Ryan noticed. He, along with his guitar stood up and came closer to Gabriella. "What happened?" he asked, scanning the beach for any obvious signs of something that would upset her.

Gabriella just shook her head and whispered, "Can we go?"

Ryan nodded his head, "Yeah," he said. "Let me just find Sharpay." Ryan left Gabriella's side for a moment and traveled to an area where a bunch of tents were set up. Gabriella saw the people in the tents putting them up earlier, they were planning on camping on the beach and surfing at sunrise. Ryan went to a tent and rapped on it with his hand. "Shar, times up. Let's go. Ella needs us."

There was movement in the tent, but after a few seconds Sharpay emerged with her hair a little ruffled. Ryan just rolled his eyes as Sharpay fixed his hair.

A guy suddenly came out of the tent looking confused. "Hey, we were kinda busy here?"

Sharpay just rolled her eyes. "Please," she said putting her hands on her hips. "We were done. Kissing you was like kissing my old Aunt Pearl. Trust me, you weren't gonna get any farther than a makeout session with all that acne." she said before she stomped off in Gabriella's direction. Ryan glared at the guy and mumbled something under his breath but caught up with Sharpay.

"Sweetie, what happened?" Sharpay asked Gabriella. Again Gabriella shook her head and in almost a whisper said, "Can we just go?" Sharpay and Ryan grabbed there things and swiftly lead Gabriella away from the people and fire until they were safely home, where Gabriella quickly retold her story then insisted she was ready for bed. Before Sharpay and Ryan could protest she went upstairs, got changed, and pretended to sleep when they checked on her. While doing this Gabriella realized that her mother still wasn't home. This was not the summer she had hoped for.

And that is what led her to now, laying on bed, wide awake. Sharpay and Ryan were sleeping by now, but Gabriella was wishing she had just stayed at Sharpay's house this summer. Taking chances got you no where she decided. Just as she was feeling the least bit tired, her cell phone vibrated. It was a text message from Troy.

Gabriella so badly wanted to believe that she would delete it, but she knew that she wasn't strong enough for that. So she weakly opened it. It read....You don't know the whole story. There is no other girl. Let me explain. Coffee shop, tomorrow at ten. Mocha frap on me.

Gabriella stared at the message for a while then closed her phone. Her stomach felt even more knotted then before. What was her next move?