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"Gabriella, it's not like that."
"Troy."
"It's not like that and you know it."
"Do I know it?" Gabriella asked, close to tears. She had to blink her eyes rapidly to push back the waterworks. She could not let Troy Bolton see her crying. For one, her mascara would streak, so she'd look like Frankenstein's wife. But more importantly, she'd be showing weakness, which was almost like cheating in order to win the argument. She knew Troy hated her crying. Unlike most girls who would've collapsed into his arms and giving up the fight, Gabby was determined to hold her ground.
"She has connections, Gabby. I might need that extra backup for college." He insisted, trying to take her hands. Gabriella shied away from his touch, swatting his hands away. She knew she was turning into one of those overprotective girlfriends, but she couldn't help it. If Troy were at Sharpay's Country Club all summer, he'd forget about her and go after that witch. She couldn't let that happen, not in a million years. Sharpay had no idea how to handle Troy's heart. He was sensitive and compassionate, not evil and menacing like hers.
Okay, that was a bit harsh. And it wasn't like she and Sharpay were in competition anymore, now that the school year was over. But she couldn't get rid of the nagging suspicion that maybe, just maybe, Troy was going to take the job to get closer to that spoiled heiress.
"But you're an amazing basketball player, and you have phenomenal grades. Why do you need her support? Maybe she's lying about the whole college-scout thing just to get you over there all summer." Gabriella said. She was never good at expressing her emotions out loud, so she studied her shoelaces anxiously while awaiting Troy's answer. Troy surprised her by chuckling.
"Gabby," he pulled her into his arms, ignoring her discomfort. "You're not...jealous, are you?"
Maybe. "No."
"I'll get you a job there too, you know," he said. Gabriella's spirits soared. Troy cared about her that much, he valued her presence as much as she valued his! Gabriella smiled and pecked him on the cheek.
"I'm sorry, Troy," she sighed, pulling away. Troy wasn't having that—he wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him.
"I couldn't survive an hour—no, a minute—without you. How would I spend an entire summer without you? It's madness, I tell you," Troy murmured. Gabriella giggled, snuggling closer to him. Of course he wasn't going to run off to Sharpay just because she was rich and beautiful. She would never admit it, but she'd been scared when Sharpay had offered Troy a job at the luxurious country club. Sharpay was everything Gabriella wasn't—beautiful clothes, pretty face, and exceptional flirting methods. How had she been lucky enough to stumble across Troy last New Year's? Her cell phone starting wringing, the ringtone a clip from "What a Wonderful World." Troy chuckled again.
"That's your ringtone?" he asked. Gabriella averted her eyes, embarrassed. The caller ID read HOUSE. What would her mother be calling her for? She knew she was out with Troy. Honestly, didn't that woman remember what it was like to be a teenager and so in love?
"Hello?" Gabriella demanded, frustrated.
"Gabriella Montez, I want you to come home immediately. You and I need to have a little talk."
"But Ma, I—"
"Now." Her mother hung up.
Gabriella glared at the phone for a second, considering tossing it into the bushes and forgetting about the call. She sighed, wishing she had the guts to do something that drastic. Her mother could be so irritating at times. She had all the time in the world to have 'a little talk' with her daughter, and she chose now, right when Gabby was on a date, to have it?
"What is it, babe?" Troy asked softly.
"My mom said I have to come over right away. I guess it's an emergency." Gabby told him reluctantly. She saw the sadness evade Troy's eyes, and felt a deep pit of anger in her chest. Her mother was so controlling sometimes. Gabriella always had to do what she was told, never disobeying the rules. Well, there was a first time for everything, wasn't there?
"Why don't you come with me?" Gabriella suggested happily.
"A-are you sure it's okay?" Troy asked uncertainly.
"Definitely." Her mom didn't say he couldn't come, did she? Bending the rules couldn't have felt this good.
"I don't know..." Troy said, sounding torn. Gabriella knew she was cheating, but she unleashed her power over him.
"Oh, please, Troy? Please, for me?" She asked in a small voice, looking hopefully into his gorgeous blue eyes. Just the sight of them made her want to faint.
"Alright," Troy caved. What harm could it do? Gabby shrieked giddily and clapped him on the back.
"Good choice, Wildcat!" She said in a deep voice, imitating Mr. Bolton's coaching voice. Troy laughed at her and they headed off.
Gabby's house.
"Don't be too harsh on her, Mrs. Montez," Sharpay Evans said innocently. She handed the lady a tissue, probably the thousandth of the moment. Hopefully the last. Mrs. Montez blew her nose loudly and sniffed.
"She doesn't know, it'll be fine," Sharpay patted her on the back reassuringly. The door opened and Gabriella's annoying nasal voice filled the silent home. Showtime.
"Mom?" Gabriella shouted, closing the door behind her. Quiet footsteps searched around the house, and Sharpay thought she heard muffled voices.
Voices? There should only be one voice.
Gabriella entered the room the kitchen at last, where Mrs. Montez and Sharpay sat calmly, hands clasped. They were at a round table with a few more chairs left in case more people needed to occupy them. A box of tissues was almost finished in the corner.
"Mom, you sounded worried. Are you alright?" Gabriella asked in her false concern. Or so it sounded to Sharpay. She felt like ripping Gabriella's ugly black hair out and biting her head off for stealing Troy, the play, her school...but she had a much better punishment in the making. She had to contain herself.
And at that exact moment, Troy Bolton stepped into the room. Sharpay didn't know what to do—was he going to wreck her plans? Perhaps not. Perhaps it was better to have him here...to have Gabby's mom in hysterics...
Right on cue, Mrs. Montez gasped in horror and quickly snatched her daughter. She started hitting Troy with a broomstick, her face contorted in anger. Sharpay almost laughed, but she knew that even a small smile would be noticed, and her plan would be ruined. She struggled to maintain a composed, serious face while Troy got beaten with a broom.
"Mom! Stop! Stop!" Gabriella shrieked, confusion and anger in her voice. She sounded like a slaughtered pig. Troy didn't look any happier.
"Stay—away—from—my—daughter—!" Mrs. Montez followed each word with a blow to Troy's gut. He stumbled out of the kitchen, bewildered, his eyes never leaving Gabriella's. Sharpay couldn't cut in yet.
"Mom! What are you doing!" Gabriella hollered. Mrs. Montez ignored her daughter's pleading and whacked Troy until he was out the door. She slammed it and rushed back into the kitchen, her expression beyond anger.
"What the hell was he doing here!?" she roared. Gabriella looked shocked, her face frozen. Sharpay interjected just then.
"Mrs. Montez, calm down. With all due respect, Gabriella deserves to be informed of why you needed to get rid of—" gulp. "him, before you can punish her. It's only fair." Sharpay said sweetly. Gabriella glared at her hatefully.
"What are you doing here!?" she screamed. How dare Sharpay step foot in her house? Gabriella was furious and confused. What was her mother doing? What was Sharpay saying? What the hell was going on?
"Gabriella Montez! Listen to me and do not interrupt!" Mrs. Montez screeched, so loudly that Sharpay was afraid the neighbors would hear. Gabby was quiet at once.
"If you ever bring him here again, I will personally grind him into shreds and light his pieces on fire! Do you understand me?" She threatened. Gabriella exploded.
"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM? WHAT IS SHARPAY DOING HERE? WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL MY BOYFRIEND? DAMN IT, ANSWER ME!" Gabriella was crying now, her face overflowing with water and snot. Sharpay felt like she'd just won Miss Universe, she was that happy. Meanwhile, Gabby felt like she'd been punched in the gut repeatedly until her insides cracked.
"You will not use that language in this house, young lady! Now you let us explain or you're grounded for a year!"
Silence.
"Now, I am tremendously sorry you have to suffer this way, honey. But, unfortunately, there is terrible news. I forbid you to ever so much as look at that Troy Bolton again, is that clear? Ever. I know how much you like him, but you mustn't fall into that trap. What he did to you was wrong, and it is not out of love. The police will soon enough be aware that—"
"WHAT?" Gabriella fell to the floor, too confused to stand upright. Her head was spinning so fast she felt like it'd roll off her body. What was her mother talking about? Never see Troy again? The police? What he did? What did he do? And why was Sharpay here? She had a very bad feeling about that.
"Mrs. Montez, I think I should take it from here." Sharpay said regretfully. Her eyes were with utmost sincerity and she looked like she was about to cry. Gabriella knew something was very wrong with this picture, and she was afraid what was coming next.
"Gabby, I know how much you like him. I liked him too. Loved him, even. But forcing himself onto you is not right, and abusing you is just evil. Well, close to it. As much as you love him, he simply does not love you. He has played with other girls as well, myself included. I was too frightened to do anything about it, but when I learned he'd taken you, too, I...I couldn't stay silent any longer. I couldn't let my best friend fall into his trap." Sharpay sounded so convincing, so believable, and she knew she had Mrs. Montez completely fooled. Wrapped around her finger. Now, if Gabriella would cooperate just for once...
"Abusing me? Best friends? What the hell are you talking about, Sharpay? How dare you march into my house and tell my mom whatever story you've concocted! You never even dated Troy. Get the hell out of here!" Gabriella screamed. Sharpay looked hurt.
A hundred murderous thoughts clouded Gabby's head. Bitch. Liar. Fake. Evil. Slut. Asshole.
"GABRIELLA MONTEZ, YOU DO NOT SPEAK TO PEOPLE LIKE THAT!" Mrs. Montez shouted, her face almost looking deformed from her anger. Gabriella had never seen her mother so out of control. She was usually calm and organized, properly handling things the quiet way.
"You and I know the dark truth, and if you don't cooperate, I'm afraid I'll have to say it aloud." Sharpay muttered. Gabriella knew her mom must think Sharpay was being a good person, but she knew Sharpay's real incentive—to infuriate Gabby. To get under her skin. She couldn't hand herself over like that. She had to be strong for Troy.
"Sharpay, I don't know what you are talking about," she said coolly. She went up to hug her mom. Mrs. Montez looked startled but patted her daughter's back awkwardly.
Gabriella mouthed "I Hate You" to Sharpay before pulling away.
Wrong move.
Sharpay's lip curled into a triumphant smile.
"Troy hurts you," Sharpay said, enjoying herself. Gabriella's eyes widened. Her mother looked down, ashamed.
"What?" The word sounded strangled, choked. Gabriella couldn't speak. Couldn't move.
"Do you really have to make me say it?" Sharpay offered. Gabriella knew she was trapped. Her mom believed whatever Sharpay was saying.
"Troy would never hurt me," Gabriella said, her lips numb. How could Sharpay say such a lie? She felt anger bubbling inside of her, ready to erupt like a volcano.
"He. Rapes. You."
Gabriella punched her in the face.
Silence.
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