Gabriella Kae Montez: the biggest of the bitches come in the smallest packages

When I refocused, I felt something, someone's eyes on me, someone's body heat radiating just next to me, but I refused to believe that it was the one person I really, really wanted it to be. I glanced sideways, and found none other than Troy Bolton sitting at my side. I wish I could have formed a coherent sentence, I wish I could have spoke, or breathed, or made a sound, but I couldn't do a thing, so I just stared. And he stared back, his crazy, amazing, piercing blue eyes shook me, I was tingly all over, If I had be standing, I'm sure I would have fallen by now, I had the tendency to buckle my knees when I'm nervous.

"Hi," He whispered softly, reaching up skeptically to touch my face. Before I knew what I was doing, I was kissing him, his soft, familiar lips felt mind-blowing on mine. He didn't jerk back like I thought he would, and for a second I had a shred of hope that he missed me as much as I missed him. He pulled away for air, keeping his face only inches from mine. I couldn't help but break into a grin, he seemed so completely aware of every electro shock that was coursing through my veins. He smiled back, sheepishly, and brought his lips back to mine.

"Troy, wait..." I muttered, pulling back from the kiss, although everything in me was yearning to lean forward. What am I doing? There's a beautiful boy, sitting in front of me, forgiving me, and I'm pulling away? I don't think so, I thought, No, Gabriella, no! If you don't say it now, you'll never say it. So I chose common sense over my lust, over my love, and cleared my throat to tell Troy what I felt that I needed to tell him, what I felt I owed him. He looked bewildered, and as if he was fighting my request. He would lean forward slowly, and then rock back a little. Then again, and then again, like a never-ending cycle. I saw, in his baby blue eyes, fear, hurt, longing, and confusion.

"Troy," I started off, not entirely knowing what I was about to say.

"Gabriella," he mimicked my tone perfectly, raising his eye brows, and I couldn't help but release a small giggle.

"But being serious," I said, "Listen, I never meant to hurt you, and I never meant to do what I did, I just didn't..." He pulled me forward, into the safety and reassurance of his arms. And then, I began to sob. I don't know why, or how, but I just sobbed, and he held me. He wasn't scared, or confused, or maybe he was and he just wasn't showing it. He had me cradled between his shoulder blade and his neck; his arms were caressing my back slowly. I couldn't help but inhale.

"Hey, Gabi," He said. I pulled my gaze onto his beautiful face, and he smiled. "Gabriella, I'm so sorry. I really had no right to get quite so angry, everyone makes mistakes. I've made more than a few."

"Like Sharpay?" I growled. I felt him shake with quiet laughter under me.

"Yeah, like Sharpay."

"I hate Sharpay Evaaaaans." I sang, my voice hitting every note possible.

I'd heard rumors that Troy and Sharpay were sleeping around while on study dates, but that's all I believed them to be; rumors. When I'd confronted Troy about it, he had denied it, and gotten a little angry that I even questioned his loyalty. And I believed him...or I really wanted to, with every fiber of my being. But there was a certain gleam in her eyes when she walked by him in the halls, there was a certain tone he took with her when I was around, and it killed me when she would walk by, swaying her hips like she knew that every guy in this building wanted her in the sheets. Which was most likely true, but that didn't mean she had to walk around flaunting it. So that's when I decided, I was going to figure out the truth. I caught Sharpay by the arm, while she was doing one of her signature struts.

"Excuse you," She spat, ripping her arm from my grasp. I winced; I was trying to be reasonable with Sharpay, but god! Did she really have to be so stuck up?

"Hi, Sharpay," I said, as sweetly as I knew how, "I was just wondering if I could ask you a few questions..."

A very obvious smirked replaced her former look of disgust, and I did the best I could to avoid rolling my eyes, "Go ahead, sweetie." She said, patting my arm in the fakest way possible.

"Look, I just want to know, straight out, are you, or are you not sleeping with my boyfriend?" I raised my eyebrows at her, challenging her to say something snide. She snorted. I couldn't believe that she actually just snorted.

"Hun, what me and Troy do in the privacy of my bedroom, is really none of your business."

"I don't think it's actually possible for it any more of my business!"

"Whatever."

And then I did it, I pushed her. I was the last person anyone expected to resort to physical violence. I was going to help her up and apologize, but she disappeared from sight. Then my head shook, and I blacked out for a minute, feeling a little woozy. I gripped the rail, and stared down the staircase, which Sharpay had just stumbled down. I couldn't move my arms or legs, let alone climb down there to help her up. A school nurse sprung to her side out of no where.

"She pushed me!" Sharpay cried dramatically.

"It was an accident," I choked out.

"My ass," Sharpay replied, scowling at me.

"I didn't mean to," I whispered helplessly.

And then bam! I blacked out. The last thing I saw was Troy rushing to Sharpay's side, cradling her face in his arms, and then I felt my whole body hit the ground.

Sorry, this one sort of centered on Gabriella, but I'll be sure to update soon if I get some positive feedback, see what I can do with Troy.