Hey guys! I hope you've had a wonderful summer, so far. Anyway, here's my latest one-shot, and thanks for all of your support! I would LOVE you forever if you read the story AND reviewed. You are amazing, but you'd be even more amazing! LOL. Anyways, Gabriella may seem a little OOC, so sorry about that.

Gabriella was frustrated. And that may be ordinary for some people, but not for her. I mean, she was Gabriella Montez, for pete's sake, she was so kind and forgiving that sometimes people swore they saw a halo appear above her angelic face each time they saw her. If she ever even mentioned how much she despised Sharpay's mass amounts of pink, she would literally slap her delicate cheeks for even thinking such thoughts. That had always just been Gabriella. The day she was born from the womb, it was her destiny to bring light and sunshine and happy little unicorns and butterflies and ponies to other peoples' lives.

Nope, it didn't bother her that other teenagers at school were allowed to drink endless supplies of beer at house parties and make out in between their 5-minute breaks after classes ended. Nope, it didn't bother her one bit that Gabriella Montez would put on a pedestal, because she was Gabriella Montez, right? She was supposed to not be pestered by anything and be known as Little-Miss-Perfect?

But the charade stopped once Gabriella caught sight of Vivian Castelle trying to mack lips with her boyfriend. She saw them as she obsessively organized her books back into her locker by color, texture, and size. Once she caught sight of Vivian mindlessly twirling her fake long and blond extensions in front of him, as he slammed his locker door and walked with her, she couldn't keep her eyes of how slutty her barely existent black skirt was. It was so short with high heeled, sleek black, leather boots and a metallic blue tube top, that she literally saw drool escaping out of the mouths of hormonal, East High males.

She worryingly bit her lip at the sight in front of her. They were centered in the middle of all East High hall activity. Was he declaring something? Was this his new girlfriend? Was he living his perfectly nice, sweet, but naïve girlfriend for bold, spontaneous, and flirty Vivian? Did he want a cheerleader instead of a mathlete? Did he prefer skin tight mini skirts over modest sweaters? Gabriella's breathing turned to panting. She might've been hallucinating or exaggerating, but she wasn't letting this go. She wasn't letting go of Troy, and she didn't care how far her reputation as a "goody-two-shoes" would suffer by risking it.

Hungry adolescents were bustling all over the place to reach the wafting and enriching smells of the cafeteria. It was macaroni and cheese today, and everyone was excited that they would be getting a chocolate chip cookie. Gabriella rolled her eyes at how many cookies Chad had sneaked into his pocket in the lunch line and ignored the addictive food. She needed to keep thin, after all, if Troy wanted someone like Vivian.

She turned from her position to find Taylor, Chad, Martha, Kelsi, Jason, Ryan, Sharpay, and Zeke all gathered at their usual place.

Where's Troy?

She spotted Taylor frantically waving her over and ignored her best friend, instead looking for potential places Troy could be. Maybe he was sitting with his father during lunch break? Did they have to talk about touchdowns, or something?

Gabriella slapped herself on the forehead. Mrs. Darbus was getting to her. Baskets, Gabriella. Stay focused, now where's Troy?

It was then her heart rate stopped and her breathing again became shallow when she saw her beloved boyfriend sitting smack dab in the center of the location with his new love toy, Vivian and her posse around her. They all consisted of the same character, with make-up pounded on their faces, all of their skin-tight leather clothing made Gabriella uncomfortable. With barely any clothing on their bodies, she cringed at the sight of them. It almost made her ashamed how much they would give themselves away to impress him. After all, that was her Troy. She saw Vivian coyly whisper to him and her loud giggling erupted from her glossy lips. Troy smiled and his cobalt eyes danced until she caught sight of all of them avidly talking to him.

Tears almost escaped from her eyes. She proceeded for a few more moments to watch Vivian and her friends giggle with him animatedly. Soon, Vivian made sure that her chest stuck out and Troy, Troy had no more reaction than a smile and wink.

One fat tear glided from her mouth to reach the floor and she hurried to find the bathroom. No wait, maybe just one chocolate chip cookie, or 3 wouldn't have hurt, as she snatched the pastries from the basket and bolted.

"Gabriella? Gabriella? GABRIELLA MONTEZ?" A loud, screeching voice halted all thoughts of Gabby as she reluctantly opened the stall door and found her vivacious friend, impatiently tapping her Jimmy Choo heel and a hand at her skinny waist. "Taylor was like, spazzing out about you. We were TRYING to tell you something."

Gabriella wiped tears from her brown eyes. "I need your help, Sharpay. It's about Troy."

"I know. He's been acting so weird lately. He's like, attached at the hip of Vivian. But don't worry, you are obviously so much better than her, do you realize how last season those boots are of hers? And the amount of eyeliner she puts on is so poorly, it looks so disgusting, it's like she put sharpie all over her eyelids, or something….."

"Sharpay, I need to go to the mall."

Sharpay rambled on until stopping to hear that last remark. "With me? That's so sweet, we'll go after school! What do you need?"

Gabriella wiped her last tear and straightened her posture. "I need new clothes."

"What's wrong with yours? I mean, that sweet, innocent, peachy look of yours is getting kind of sickening, but since when do you like to shop at the mall than do your homework?"

"Just trust me on this. I need a ride from you……"

That following morning, Gabriella stood nervously outside the busy doorways of East High. Sharpay stood next to her, with a sparkly pink clip in her wavy hair, and hot pink rhinestone tee with her True Religion jeans, Sharpay looked like a 5-year old girl and brand-name lover's dream combined together. No doubt, Sharpay took fashion risks but it was then that she was unsure of what her modest friend was about to do.

There were mounds of clothing that Gabriella had worn had chosen yesterday. Sharpay was happy to help at her new look, but a little part inside of her was unsure at what she would do. She was usually such a cautious person, one who would never change for someone else. She shook her head at how much Troy and Gabriella had fallen for each other, it was sickening, and kind of cute, too. It was like, straight out of a Disney fairytale book.

She wore a really tight, cheetah-patterned top. It was a tube top that plunged and revealed a LOT of cleavage. Luckily, it didn't go that far. Under, she wore a pair of really skin-tight leather pants. She wore large hoop earrings and put a rather exaggerated amount of make-up on. Closing the look with bright red lipstick, Gabriella finished with zipping a little of her black, buckled boots and knotted her hair into a high ponytail.

Gabriella's earrings were so large, it practically hit Sharpay in the face when she turned. "That's quite some make-up and a top, there Gabby. Sure, Troy will be impressed?"

Gabriella nodded, acting like this was the best thing to do in the world. "Yeah, if he liked what Vivian was wearing. This should be his ice-cream sundae today….."

With fake confidence, she strolled in. With curious stares from ongoers and a considerable amount of whistles, attention, and hollers from the male species, yup, Gabriella was now fearful. Teachers, students, EVERYONE was shocked at what Gabriella was offering. Gabriella was known as East High "Little-Miss-Perfect," they were astounded at the new change. It stung even more when Principal Matsui took one glance at her and shook his head with disappointment. After, came snickers from several cliques of girls, pointing, and whispering.

It was all so frightening as she went to walk over to her locker. It was then she peeked at where Troy was. She pointed one eye over to where he was and then turned away at his confused stare.

How come he had to look so good today? With her favorite T-shirt on him, a periwinkle Polo tee and rumpled jeans, he looked like he had combed a little of his shaggy hair. The effect wore off once he stormed over to where she was standing and angrily closed her locker.

"What was that for?" Gabriella snapped and turned back forward to open the lock, once more.

"Cover yourself," he insisted, handing her his sports jacket. She usually wore it a lot. It was so big and heavy though that it felt like something was weighing her down. "No," she tried back. "You don't have any control over me!"

She attempted to walk past him until he blocked her way with his open arms. "Gabriella, I'm your boyfriend. I don't want guys staring at you like that! And I know this is something strange going on, because you would never dress like you are now. What happened?"

His exquisite eyes begged for her to say something when she bit her lip and played with her earring. Her really heavy earring. She knew she could never resist his plead.

"I thought this was what you wanted," she whispered slowly, after a few moments. "I did this for you."

Troy shook his head rapidly and opened his mouth to say something until more hollers came forth: "Hey Gabriella! Want to skip AP Chemistry with me? I know a place where we can do some chemistry experiments!"

"Hey Gabriella? Going somewhere, how about you take a ride with the Steven?"

"Hey, hot stuff? Is there a place where I can find some ice? Because you are burning up in here!"

Troy angrily cringed and took her hand, ignoring the waves and the winks of the population.

"Hey, Troy? Where are you taking her? To go to karaoke, because I think she was on her way to the stripper bar!"

Tears once more blurred Gabriella's big eyes until, finally he walked enough distance to reach the gym. She dropped her books onto one of the bleachers and sat down, Troy following the same thing.

Troy put a hand on her face, after putting a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"I don't want guys doing that to you every day, Gabriella. I don't want them hitting on you, trying to make you feel like you are nothing else but a target to hit on. Why would you think I would want that?"

He took both of her hands in his, his big, rough, ones over her small, soft ones.

A tear went down her cheek. She hated feeling so vulnerable with him.

"Because you spent all that time with Vivian, yesterday. I thought that if I changed everything about myself, then you wouldn't have the desire to lust for her, instead of wanting me…."

Troy shook his head, again. "I only hung out with Vivian, because she's helping me throw a party for you."

He smiled. "I was planning it to be a surprise party. I just did it because she is always the head of those dance committees and stuff. Nothing personal with her."

"Then why did it seem like she was flirting with you?"

Troy took a deep breath in and shrugged.

"Vivian likes to prove her self-worth by seeing how many guys she can flirt and be with. It's her nature to do that with every male specimen of East High."

Gabriella rolled her eyes. "I can't believe I did all of this just because I misunderstood something."

Troy wiped her tear away. He then whispered in her ear: "Don't ever change, Gabby. I want to be with you just as you are. Being you is what made me fall in love with you."

She looked up into his eyes and sincerely smiled for the first time these past few days. "I love you, too."

"I don't want you ever dressing up differently or changing who you are just because you want to impress me or something, trust me, nothing will change my feelings for you now. And it wasn't exactly fun for me to watch them try to make a scene with you."

She laughed. "I did go overboard, this morning. Take it as a complement, I'd do anything for you."

Troy, then put her face in his hands, and kissed her. Kissed her eagerly and roughly, more with passion than with any other gentle peck or soft kiss, he had ever shared with her.

He raised his eyebrows after taking a breath. "We have class, you know."

Gabriella shook her head and carefully scanned over what looked to be an empty gym.

"Is your dad here?"

"No, he's on a trip somewhere with mom."

Gabriella put her arms around him and pecked him on the lips.

"Well, since I was bad this morning, let's just do one more bad thing, today."

He seemed amused, and smirked. "Gabriella Montez wants to skip class?"

She whispered slowly in his ear. "Like I said, I'd do anything to be with you."