No reviews? I guess the first story was rubbish then? But lemme say this, I had a few alerts to this story so it's all good mates.

I'm Leaving Today

"What the heck?" Gabriella called back. "How should I get my head in the game then?"

"Well, you have to know the truth and don't assume! I was just singing with Sharpay because...,"

"Because he loves me." Sharpay finished Troy's sentence, giving her enemy a slight smile.

"Ugh! I'm done. I don't know why I even bothered coming here." Gabriella usually wasn't this temperamental. It just felt like tonight was the right time to face Sharpay about her continuous evil doings, but Gabriella was wrong. The only emotion that Sharpay expertised at was being overdramatic, and that came with the occasional yelling, screaming, and sometimes even the flow of fake tears. The only person Sharpay ever felt bad for was, well, no one. She always got her way, and that always pleased her.

"GABRIELLA! Baby come back to me," Troy screamed, while reaching for her hand again.

"Troy, let the poor girl go her own way!" Sharpay bellowed.

"I've gotta say what's on my mind. Something 'bout us doesn't feel right these days. Sharpay keeps getting in the way," Gabriella sang.

"Uh!" Sharpay exclaimed in disgust. "Gabriella, you bitch, you. You're the one that got in the way. If you hadn't moved to Albuquerque, you wouldn't have met Troy, and you wouldn't have ended up having a summer job here at Lava Springs. Oh, and best of all, you wouldn't have had any encounters with me! You were the one that broke the connection between me and uh, the basketball boy. Tell that to your grandchildren now, genius."

"It's people like you that make people want to kill themselves," Gabriella pleaded. "...people like you."

"Gabriella, I never knew you were suicidal." Sharpay grinned. "If you jump off a cliff, I'll be sure to make the arrangements for free. Love you lots, ta ta for now."

"Sharpay, I'm not your basketball playing pineapple prince. We aren't meant to be. Stop discouraging her, stop discouraging me," Troy shouted out. "And Gabriella, I never meant to hurt you! What about us? What am I supposed to do? Don't leave because I'll miss you."

"I don't care, Troy. I'm leaving today, because I gotta do what's best for me. You and Sharpay will be okay. Oh, and please don't chase after me. I don't need you." Soon Gabriella ran off with more tears drenching down her from her precious eyes. She felt defeated by the queen of mean. She felt betrayed by the king of sports-related things. Life was hard for her now, and she could trust nobody but herself. This was the second time Troy had sided with Sharpay, and Gabriella hated it more than ever. What about trust? What about everything we've been through? The past was all a lie, Gabriella didn't need that guy.

Ryan was peering through the area, and noticed Gabriella looking flushed. "Gabriella!"

"What do you want Ryan? I don't think I could trust you either," Gabriella said.

"Why is that? I never did anything wrong," Ryan said suspiciously.

"You're an Evans. You probably rubbed off from your sister, and her snobby attitude."

"Gabriella, please understand that people are different. I'm the opposite of Sharpay. I'm so glad that I broke out of my shell during this time. You helped me with that. What's wrong now?"

"Troy and your sister. That's what's wrong. They made me feel like I have no importance here. So I'm quitting."

"Oh, no. Anything I could do to make you feel better? We can head to the bar; I could get us free drinks. They say that beverages calms people down," Ryan offered.

"No, thanks, I don't drink."

"Umm, they're virginized. You know, non-alcoholic."

"No, it's alright, my mom said she would be coming in an hour, and I need to go fix up my locker, and then tell Fulton that I'm out. Plus I don't think they'll let anyone as drowsy-looking at me into the bar."

"They don't discriminate. Any race, sex, color, ethnicity, nationality, whatever...," Ryan paused. "It's all allowed. See no discrimination at all. Say it'll only take less than an hour, so we'd finish in time your mom arrives. And to thank you for all you did for me, I'll address it to Fulton so you don't need to deal with him.

"You're a bit forceful today, aren't you?" Gabriella asked anxiously.

"Gabriella, I don't have many friends. You're like the first friend I made, and I just want to comfort you. You see, people don't like me much. They think I'm like Sharpay, but I'm really not, and you're the only person that could see that."

"Okay, okay." Gabriella gave in. A few safe drinks wouldn't hurt, and Ryan was a pretty sane guy, so she would be perfectly fine with him for the night. "Thanks, Ry. I appreciate it. You're a true friend."

"That's what I'm here for, Briella. Anytime."

Who knows what will happen next? Hmph.