"We kissed." I blurted out. And I didn't have to explain… she knew exactly what I meant.

"But…" She started. "You and Troy… you weren't even friends."

"We were… a long time ago. I'm sorry, I never meant for this to happen." I said.

Gabriella silently let tears slip from her eyes. "I-I didn't think… that you." She stopped talking and started crying openly.

"It wasn't supposed to happen. I was confused and hurt, and I let it happen… I'm so sorry." I said. I knew it wouldn't do any good now though.

"I-I've got to leave now." She said and walked out the door. I didn't stop her. I knew from experience that it would just make things worse.

I collapsed on my bed. I didn't mean to tell her, it just slipped out. She should know that it was probably no big deal to Troy… just one of those friendly kisses, or the ones that you just have to forget… but that wasn't the case for me… I had it bad. I ended up hurting someone who just wanted to help me. I hated being in this position. At least when you're the victim you know you're not the one to blame. But feeling that horrible… the causing that same feeling for someone else? Indescribable. And the worst part was that I wanted to kiss him again. A month ago I would laugh at myself for even thinking about saying this stuff… but here I am. The girl with the touch of death, everything I came near –and everything that bothered to come near me- ended badly.

I felt like crawling under a rock and not coming out until graduation. How much of a cliché is that? But seriously, I felt really bad about it. It would have been so much easier if she just slapped me, because at least then I could feel some sort of justification. But she had to be all Gabriella-ish and not do anything.

Okay, back up like… two paragraphs. Did I just say I 'had it bad'!?!? I have never, ever uttered that statement before in my life! And now I'm going all insane over some guy that I knew since kindergarten? This is just all too pathetic. I wanted at that moment to just move. Like to Paris or something. At least everyone kisses in Paris and no one ends up crying! In Paris, there was no Troy Bolton… the source of my current issue. Therefore, in Paris there is sanity. But I knew that hat most likely wouldn't work, considering my mom and brother are kind of in the legal system right now, me leaving the country on pure whim would seem somewhat shady.

I just realized… this was the first time in a long time that I finally hit a focus on my life… not on someone else's. It was a weird feeling, but good. Like I was liberated or something. I decided that Gabriella had a right to know about the kiss, and the sooner she found out the better, I didn't say it out of spite, and I wasn't bragging about it. So therefore, I shouldn't feel bad about how she reacted. It didn't totally cure my guilt, but it helped enough that I managed to let myself leave the house.

I got outside and there was a police car by my house (I've been seeing those a lot lately) waiting for me. My mom got out with an officer and walked up to me. "Miss, we need you to be called up as a witness in the trial against Tina Evans concerning Ryan Evans." He said.

"Wait… I thought that they were already sentenced community service?" I said.

"That was before Ryan Evans' story concerned you." The officer said.

"Me?" I asked.

"Were you aware of Ryan Evans' drinking problem?" He asked.

"Yes. I tried to get him to stop but he wouldn't." I defended.

"Is it true that Tina Evans was aware and participating in Ryan Evans' drinking problem?" He asked me.

"I-I don't know. Mom?" I asked.

My mother looked down. Almost ashamed. "Sharpay… I-"

"You gave him alcohol? You almost killed my brother!" I screamed.

"Do you think I'm proud of what I did?" She asked, starting to cry.

"No but you don't know what could have happened! Your son almost died because of you. And he still may die. You may have taken away his entire future! And do you know what? You messed up my life too." I said.

My mom started uncontrollably sobbing. "I-I didn't mean for all of this to happen. I didn't know he was drinking when he was with your father. I thought it was no big deal." She said. Her age was 32, you could tell too. She was 'hott' as a lot of people described her and she was looking for true love, just like Gabriella. I guess that's why I always gave Gabriella such a critical view, I'd seen exactly what people like her end up like.

I shook my head. "I'll testify." I said.

My mom looked shocked, as if she was half expecting me to refuse and start a petition or something, if she wanted that she should have had Gabriella as a daughter. "Thank you Miss Evans." The officer said and led my mom away.

Another man walked up to me. "Because of this, your house has been declared a crime scene. Please collect all your necessities for the next week or do and leave by seven tonight. If needed you can stay at the police station" He said, handing me a copy of the warrant.

I nodded and walked the opposite direction as they pulled my mom back into the car and drove away. I couldn't believe all of this was her doing. There was no solid proof that she supplied Ryan alcohol, but I could just tell by looking at her face that it was true.

I took a walk, not going anywhere for an hour or so. Then I came back and packed. It was clear to see that someone had already taped off Ryan and my mom's rooms. I got my stuff and packed up. The police were scheduled to come at around seven and I was waiting outside at six thirty. "Where are you going?" Someone asked.

"No where." I said. We all know who asked right? Troy.

"No really, what happened?" He asked.

"Why should I tell you? So you and Gabriella can have a bake sale or whatever?" I asked.

"Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything." He said.

I turned and looked, he was sitting in his room and talking to me through his window. "Why are you being so nice?" I asked. "I told Gabriella about…"

"Never mind her… she was sad, but she knows we're just friends." Troy said. Yeah… Gabriella knows we're just friends. What a relief. Wait… WHAT AM I SAYING!?!?!?!?!?

"Is she mad?" I asked.

"Only that I didn't tell her, she knows it was just a stupid mistake. I'm pretty sure you convinced her to back off though." He smiled. I let out a small laugh. "So where are you going anyways?" He asked.

"To the police station. I'm stuck there for like… a week. My house is officially a crime scene." I explained.

Troy shrugged. "Why don't you stay here?" He asked.

I raised my eye brows. "Me? Staying in the same house as you? Are you sure Gabriella won't like, kill me?"

Troy smiled. "No, but she might just start sending you numerous fruit baskets." He said.

I smiled. "Don't you have to ask your mom or something? And won't it be a distraction from football season?" I asked.

"It's basket ball and no, nothing major is happening until spring." He said. I knew it was basket ball. If I wanted to I could tell him his team number, and the date his first fifty point game, and how he got into b-ball in the first place. I knew everything about him, but I figured that it would be better if he didn't know I was keeping track.

"What about your mom?" I asked.

"I know she'll say yes." He said.

I thought about it. "I don't know if I should… I'd be closer to mom and Ryan at the police station…" I trailed off. I was trying really, really hard to want to be with mom and Ran in their 'time of need'. But I couldn't, I'd honestly be with Troy's family. As far as the whole basket ball related pressure went, it was really non existent now. Well at least on my standards. "Okay." I said.

"Huh?" Troy asked.

"If you were seriously serious… then I'd love to stay." I said.

Troy seemed surprised… but in a good way. Almost excited. "Okay… I'll go ask." He said. I could hear him running through his opened window though, he was trying to hide it, I could tell.

Soon the front door opened, and Troy motioned for me to come in, I shrugged and went inside. I took a look around their house, our houses were way different. Mine was like one of those things that you see in those furniture stores, the perfectly decorated house, almost like a very extravagant hotel. Troy's was more of the place that you could imagine living in, I liked his better, it was more comfortable looking. Troy's mom was in the foyer. She smiled. "Sharpay! I haven't seen you in so long!" She said, pulling me into a hug.

"Nice to see you too Mrs. Bolton." I said.

She let go of me. "I heard about what happened, and I'm sure that you are tired of people telling you that they're sorry for what happened. I'd love to have you stay with us." She said. I loved Mrs. Bolton, she was a great person. More of a mother than mine ever was. She was like the mother I wish I had, strict but understanding. I know a lot of people wish they had young mothers but I wish I had her.

"Mom…" Troy said. I guess he'd expected her to be a little more subtle. He knew that I was hurt when he told Gabriella, but it was different with his mom. It actually saved me the trouble of explaining the whole thing to her myself.

I smiled to show that I was fine. "I'd love to stay Mrs. Bolton." I said, but I was looking at Troy when I said it. He smiled back, I felt a small rush of excitement. This, if anything was the closest thing that I've ever had to a 'start of something new'.

A/N: Okay… so there is chapter five, I really wanted to update fast. Can you believe that Gabriella is so trusting? Hope ya like!

OKAY: This is sort of important, in reviews please tell me any songs that I could use for solo or pair auditions of TROY, SHARPAY, GABRIELLA, and who knows maybe I'll find a way to throw RYAN into the auditions. Thanx for the help guys! I'll try to update ASAP