Hey! It's Chapter 2! (Oh, and this fic also contains drug content!)

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Chapter 2:

A Talk At The Rooftop Garden/A Painful Memory

Troy and Gabriella ascended up the stairway to the garden slowly. Troy was trying to think of something to say, while Gabriella was trying to figure out what Troy wanted to talk with her about. She just prayed to God this wouldn't be too hard to go through.

"What is it Troy?" Gabriella said quietly, almost at a whisper.

"Well, I wanted to talk about, well...the night."

"Troy, it's alright, I don't wanna talk about it--"

"No, Gabi. We need to. I made a mistake and I need to try and apologize for the stupid shit I've done in the past."

"Well, go ahead, I guess."

"I know that I said some terrible stuff to you that night, and I know that you were just trying to help. But I want you to know that I wasn't in the right mind! I was hung-over, and still pissed off from the night before, that's why I was drunk."

"What happened to you?"

"Well, my dad..."

"Oh."

"I just want you to know that I've been sober ever since that night, and I well, I don't think either of us are ready to get in a relationship again, but I was wondering, could we at least, well, be friends?"

Gabriella was silent for a moment. Troy could tell she was going to break down and cry at any second now. He looked in to her brown eyes, they were moistening, and she whimpered. This was it; she threw her body in Troy while she sobbed. All of those feelings of hurt were flowing out while she cried in to Troy's chest.

He caressed her hair while he kept on whispering,

"It's okay, Gabi. It's okay."

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The class bell rang as Troy and Gabriella walked down the stairway, back to the main corridor of East High. Troy wanted to ask Gabriella if they were alright with each other now, but he hesitated because he knew she was still afflicted from what had happened. It was time.

"Hey Gabi..."

"What is it?"

"Are...are we cool now?"

"Well, I guess I'm not as angry as I was before, but Troy, you have to understand, it's going to take a little time for me to get over what has happened. But I appreciate that you took the time to apologize to me. But, eventually, I still would like to be friends. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, yeah it is."

It wasn't exactly what Troy wanted, but it was a start. At least Gabriella didn't hate him like she did before. But he knew he would work this out. He just had to be with her and talk to her about it more.

"I have to go now, Troy. See ya later."

"Okay, see you later Gabi."

She walked off to her next class and left Troy in the locker bank. This gave him some time to think, because this period was his free one. What had happened that night? It was all coming back to him...

(FLASHBACK)

Mr. Bolton walked in to his front door.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT KID?" He screamed in his drunken voice.

"Oh no..." Troy said to himself, he was prepared for the worst as he walked down the stairs.

"Dad..."

"What the fuck are you doin' up so late?"

"Dad, you're drunk, let me help you up to bed."

Troy tried to grab his father's hand. Sadly, this was a critical mistake.

"GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME YOU LITTLE BASTARD!"

"Dad, calm down, I was just trying to help!"

"I'll teach you to be a smartass, you little retard!"

Mr. Bolton took his fist and struck Troy with mighty force in the throat.

"Aaackkk!!!" Troy screamed as he fell to the ground.

"I'll kick your fuckin' teeth out!" Mr. Bolton said, his speech was becoming slurred.

He started kicking Troy's ribs while he was collapsed on the ground, but Troy arose from the ground with great quickness and grabbed his father and pinned him against the kitchen counter.

"Get the hell off of me you little fucker!"

"No, dad! You're drunk, now if you'd just calm down—"

"GET THE HELL OFF OF ME!"

But Troy wouldn't let go, because he had gone through this experience before. He knew he had to knock out his father, so Troy gave his father a quick squeeze in his pressure point on his neck so he would instantly pass out.

Troy took his unconscious father up to his bedroom and laid him there. Troy walked down to the kitchen and leaned against the counter. He wasn't very injured, just some bruises on his neck and ribs. He had became hardened from his father's beatings and had learned to fight for himself. Troy had swore to himself that he would never become like his father, but he had learned one other thing from his father. Drinking. It was one thing that could ease his pain.

He looked at the fridge. He knew it was stocked with alcohol because of his dad. Troy sighed and opened it. He grabbed a bottle of vodka and poured some into one of his father's shot glasses.

"Here's to another happy fucking night alone."

Troy downed the glass quickly and never looked back.

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After 6 more glasses, Troy was completely intoxicated, not even being able to speak. For some reason, he stumbled over to Gabriella's and knocked on her window. She saw him and went downstairs to open the door.

"What happened to you??!" She said, frightened.

And that's when Troy passed out on her doorstep.

(END FLASHBACK)

Troy was still leaning against his locker, completely in to his flashback when he finally resurfaced and went back to reality.

He stared at his shoes and walked down to the gym to practice basketball, it was another way for him to forget about his troubles and get away from it all.

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(A/N: The boy I am about to talk about is the boy from the beginning, you know, the Troy mother fucking Bolton kid. – Eric)

The pale boy was sitting in his smoke filled basement. In his life, there wasn't much else to do but get pissed off and do drugs. He rarely smoked pot with other people; he liked to do it on his own.

"East High. Man, what a fucked up joint...one of these days I'm gonna get back at those bastards. Yeah...that's it man."

He chuckled as he took his blunt and inhaled deeply. The fumes took him in, and he continued to plot against East High.

The boy's name was Ricky Servate. (A/N: Pronounced SIR-VAH-TA. - Eric) He was a burnout who got kicked out of school. But he had a chip on his shoulder. He hated that school and he hated everyone in it. But one person especially, Troy Bolton! Ricky despised all of the jocks, and he was their leader, their little peppy bastard leader. One day, he would get revenge on that school and the jocks! Even if that was the last thing he did.

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