Gabriella Kae Montez; space cadet made for loving
I know what you're thinking. 'I'd rather hit that, too.' Or 'Um, okay, you emo...' Truth be told, I was kind of down on myself. But I'm not, like, anorexic or anything, I don't think I ever could be with the way my mother cooks. All I could really do as Troy Bolton turned his back on me was cry. I didn't break out into sobs; no I already used all of those on the first week of my monstrosity, these were just tiny drops, which strolled down each cheek silently. I didn't have to worry about smudging make-up, or looking like a raccoon, because I'd given up on make-up a few weeks back. Do you see what he does to me? I'm completely untouchable! If anyone decently cute tries to talk to me, Troy's sensors go off, and he tells them off. It's like he's just trying to suck all the happiness from my life. Oh my god, what am I saying? How completely strange do I sound right now. I'm really not like this, you know. I sighed, closing my eyes as I sat on the cold concrete of my drive way, thinking way back to when things were okay.
Thousands of jealousy-tainted eyes stared at me as I passed by them, smirking in a pleased way. That's not the only reason I'd liked him so much, he seemed to make every day the best day of my life, as cliché as THAT sounds. But really, I felt like I was walking down the hall way unworthy to his perfection. He was like some god, not only in everyone else's eyes, but in my own. I clutched his hand tighter, pulling him towards me so there wasn't an inch between us. He released my hand, which made my heart skip a beat nervously, but he only threw his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. My heartbeat relaxed into a steady beat, and I threw my arms around his torso. Even after two months, I still wasn't accustomed to his rock-hard abs. Some one behind me scoffed, but it didn't faze me. We walked casually into the cafeteria, but when we reached our destination, we didn't sit. He didn't want to let go either, by now I was way past ecstatic.
"Hey, lovebirds," My best friend, Taylor, rolled her eyes at us. I raised my eyebrows at her, in an almost challenging way, threatening to tell the world about her and Chad's little fling. Chad was Troy's best friend, so of course he knew, and you may have guessed that Chad knew...now I'm just being dunce-y. Taylor just chuckled a little. She knew, like everyone else who knew me too well knew, that I would never tell a secret that wasn't rightfully mine to tell. Troy squeezed my shoulder reassuringly. I smiled up at him timidly, not fully believing that he was mine.
"Awe," Kelsi, East High's own musical genius, cooed at our PDA, but Troy didn't hear it; he just placed a soft, caring kiss on my lips.
Troy Anthony Bolton; when she says she loves me.
I took a backwards glance in Gabriella's direction. She was sitting peacefully in her driveway, her eyes distant. That was it. I couldn't do it anymore. I threw the paper through my open door, and closed the door behind me. I crept quietly to Gabriella's side, and sighed. She ignored me. Sweet, I thought, really, I love that she's going to make me beg. I opened my mouth to speak, but then I remembered way back to when I tried to reason with Gabriella.
"Oh my god, Troy, you're being so over-dramatic!" Gabriella screamed, throwing her things into her black duffle bag messily, angrily.
"I think I'm being pretty reasonable, actually." I replied calmly. I couldn't scream at Gabriella, or else she'd cry and I knew it.
"I'm still going, and you can't stop me." Gabriella glowered at me, shoving more clothing into her bag.
"Gabriella, stop!" I cried, grabbing her wrists. She stared up at me in awe, like a small dog that had been kicked one-too-many times.
"Gabbi, I..." I started, releasing my hands from her wrists, throwing them up to show her that I wasn't going to harm her, that I could never harm her. But she didn't let me finish.
"Get out, Troy!" She screamed, "Just get the hell out of here!" She pushed me as forcefully as she knew how, smacking, punching, and kicking me the whole time.
"Gabriella, please." I pleaded, but she just slammed her bedroom door in my face.
"Fuck," I said, leaping down the stairs and out the door.