GABRIELLA'S POV

Troy stared at me with his mouth agape. He was probably questioning my insanity, it was alright though. I questioned myself all the time. Now the question was, remind him of what he did or don't. My evil mind decided against telling him. Why not have some fun with it?

"Why do you want me to leave?" he asked, hurt evident in his voice.

"I don't want you to," I said in a bitchy tone, "I need you to." He obviously didn't see a difference.

"Why do you need me to?"

"Because I just freakin' do!" I shouted. Either it was my raging hormones or I was mad as hell at the boy. Troy still looked like a deer caught in headlights. But all of a sudden he was pissed,

"What the hell did I do to you?" Troy shouted back. Oh, I don't know. You just cheated on me and made my best friend lie about it, that's it. You've done absolutely nothing to hurt me. Stupid head. I decided to kick it up a notch.

I started bawling so hard you'd think I was being hit repeatedly with a baseball bat. Troy looked so alarmed, I almost felt sorry for the poor guy. Almost being the keyword.

"I – I'm...sorry?" he stuttered half-heartedly, fearing for the worst. Man, that drama teacher in high school was dead wrong. I am an amazing actress, I had this fool fooled good.

"CAN'T YOU BE MORE SYMPATHETIC?" I screamed once again. Damn, my throat's going to hurt later on.

"Baby, I --" Troy seriously looked like he was going to cry, "Gabi, please, I'm sorry!"

"Just leave." He didn't have to be told twice, boy practically flew to the door. "Oh, and Troy?"

He turned around and faced me, looking scared as hell, "Yes?"

"You owe me some groceries."

Throughout the day, Sharpay called me at least nineteen times and texted twenty-nine times. How many times did I reply to her? How about none. Haha, my best friend who hung up on me is so regretting it. Good times, good times.

I wasn't expecting to see her at my door in the afternoon, and I'm pretty sure my greeting wasn't to pleasant,

"What the hell?" I said as soon as I opened the door. I was hoping it would be Chad, by best brother (not really) ever.

She grinned back weakly, "Miss me?" Damn fool, I could slap the girl silly. Seriously though, what the hell was with my violent attitude? Something was seriously whack about me. Holy sh--, I just said the word "whack" in the 21st century. My bad, Dana would be mad. Dana was my imaginary friend in seventh grade. Don't even judge me; I was a sad victim of divorce. Dana told me to burn stuff... Just kidding, Dana was friendly as hell, my alter ego. I miss that chick...

Sharpay; the witch, interrupted my thoughts, "Can I come in Gabi?"

Why the hell would I let you in, "Um...sure, come on in." Once again, darn my reserved self. "Would you..." What the hell. I was about to ask her if she wanted something to drink, how utterly stupid of me. Now is not the time to be polite.

"What are you doing here? I asked softly be rudely at the same time.

Sharpay sighed; she was obviously hoping my foul mood would change. Poor child. "I came to apologize. You know, from yesterday?"

"Yeah, my best friend in the world wouldn't tell me that my boyfriend of four years was cheating on me. Really, thanks Sharpay.

Sharpay recoiled, the last time I called Sharpay, Sharpay instead of Shar was when we both liked Troy and we both wanted him to ourselves. He had chosen Sharpay first. He liked blondes better than brunettes. So I always called her Sharpay. You know what – a flashback would be way better.

Flashback

"Troysie," Sharpay cooed in his ear, "Pick who you want. No hard feelings right?" She looked at me with a smirk. How dare her, he hadn't chosen yet.

"Sorry Gabriella," Troy started looking genuinely sorry, "But Sharpay's more of my cup of tea." I recoiled as though somebody had just ripped out my heart.

"I understand," I said patiently, "Who you like is up to you, so I wish you the best of luck with Sharpay."

Sharpay was no longer smiling. She looked hurt that we weren't friends anymore. Like she cared.

"Thank you," he thanked, "I hope you find someone worth your while. And I did, Mitch Mariella, a cute Spanish guy who just moved to Albuquerque. He could speak English but only with an accent. Luckily I spoke Spanish, so that's how we communicated. We were voted second cutest couple to Sharpay and Troy. Sharpay tried to become friends with me again, like just because I had a boyfriend meant that everything was cool between us.

Troy was always staring at Mitch and I, with what looked like guilty and jealousy. Then one day, he approached me. I was alone, thank god. Mitch was so protective, it was cute but annoying.

Hey Gabriella?" he asked as he approached me, "Do you think we could talk in private. I know you have a free period right now, as do I."

"Okay, whatever," I said nonchalantly. He lead me all the way upstairs, and we were greeted by warm weather. "So what did you want to talk about?"

He took a nervous deep breath, "Okay, I made a terrible mistake a couple of months back."

I tried my best to look interested, "Oh really? What would that be?"

"When you and Sharpay were fighting over me and I chose her? Yeah, I'm regretting that right now."

I laughed a little, "What a damn shame huh? You picked her; you stick with her, with all due respect."

"I know but I liked you then. But everyone said I'd look amazing with a blonde, so I gave into peer pressure."

I groaned, was he really talking about peer pressure? I was a proud sixteen year old, what I did didn't concern anybody but me.

"Oh boohoo, Troy Freakin' Bolton is afraid of his peers. Someone call 911, I thought he was his own person. The leader of the pack he leads like mules! Troy you made the decision by yourself, okay? I'm with Mitch now and you're going to have to accept that." He nodded as though he understood, as though he realized his stupid boy mistake.

"I understand," he replied meekly. "I lost my chance." I sighed a big sigh and all of a sudden I felt someone's lips on mine. What the hell?

Present Time

Stupid flashback. I remember that day, the day I lost my virginity. At school! I was glad as hell to be Troy's first and for him to be my first to. That's also the day I broke up with Mitch. And I found out Sharpay was going out with Zeke, it was all a giant scheme to make me jealous though I don't know why. He knew I liked him. Stupid, stupid Troy.

All of a sudden I was feeling very horny. Ugh...damn. I'm going to have to call Troy over later tonight. I looked around only to find Sharpay gone. I was in dream land for a while I suppose. Well actually more like flashback land, the land where everybody goes once in a while. My thoughts are really rather complex.

I decided to watch television for a while. I was not about to call Troy for sex at 5 pm. How stupid do you think I am? Don't answer that, by the way. I kept changing channels. Kim Possible – boring, The Incredibles – seen it, Dead and Gone by T.I. and JT – over played, Cat Infomercials – what the fuck. Screw this, everything on was boring. I then spotted the magazine I'd bought, but never read. It was a tween magazine. It was a dare, I swear! Oh my god, Zac Efron is fine. Funny thing is that tabloids think Troy looks like Zac. They are way off, Troy's muscles are bigger – I think. Moving on, Bandslam? Vanessa Hudgens' new movie? Hmm...I'll take a look at that one I suppose. Jesse McCartney is alright. Not my cup o' tea. To...he changes alot. Joe Jonas, let's be honest here, the tight pants are a huge turn off. But I respect them for wearing purity rings. Miley Cyrus – tops billboard charts. Obviously, the girl is filthy rich. I don't think she's got talent but she sure as hell has money.

By the time I was done reading every single thing on the page it was only 6 pm. Damn, I was planning on calling Troy at nine. I need to kill some time. Maybe a nap? So that my energy isn't drained for the long night to come. *wink, wink* I decided to text Troy, just to give him a heads up on our activities for the night.

From: Gabriella Elizabeth Montez

To: Troy David Alexander Bolton

Subject: Be ready

Hey baby. Sorry for the way acted earlier 2day. Wanna make up 4 it, 2night maybe. I`m so horny its weird. Plz...you don`t have to replace my groceries...2day n e way.

Almost immediately I got a text back

From: Troy David Alexander Bolton

To: Gabriella Elizabeth Montez

Subject: re: Be ready

Haha baby. Its all gud. And i will replace ur groceries asap. I`m horny 2, i was imagining myself touching u. C u 2night 4 sure. ILY babe.

I was still mad at him, but he didn`t have to be so damn sweet. Time to get ready for the endless night to come. For sure, Troy always has new moves, same with me.

K...got a new episode out ASAP, thank me later. This one is only a little bit longer so I apologize for that. Obviously their texting language is grammatically correct because they`re texting. They don`t have to prove they can speak proper English. Don`t worry, they will be alot more dialogue in the next chapters. And I`m considering turning this to m rated, because i already wrote the 3rd chapter and its dirty, my apologies. I will not delete it but I will give you a warning. Since that is m i`m considering turning the whole story m. I sitll have the disclaimer. I own nothing, so don't delete my stories plz. I am following the guidlines bcuz i read them. Nerd, thats me for sure.

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