Bolton!" Coach Mike screeched, slamming his clip board on the bleaches. He walked toward the boy, stopping behind him. "Did I tell you to make a lay-up?"

Troy shook his head, panting. "No, coach." He wiped the sweat that was creasing on his forehead with his wife-beater, feeling his heart beating faster and faster by the minute. Coach had the team practing like there was no tomorrow as later in the day, the championship would arrive.

"Then, don't do it. This team will do as I say, you got it?" Coach Mike asked, eyeing the team that was standing around the gym.

"Yes, sir." the team murmured, knowing if they disobeyed, they'd be saying hello to twenty suicides.

Coach Mike looked at them for a last time, before walking back to the bleachers.

"Dude, you're getting all of us in trouble. What the hell is wrong with you today?" Chad asked, pushing Troy's shoulder. "We have a game today. Not just a game, either. It's called the fucking championships and you're just doing what you please? Get your head in the game, man."

Troy looked up at Chad, narrowing his eyes at him. "I am the fucking captain of this team. I will do what I please." He shook his head, and began to walk away.

"Maybe if you weren't having sex with ex-girlfriends and letting them get in your head, we wouldn't be having this problem." Chad spat sarcastically, watching Troy's fist tighten, as he paused for a moment.

Troy let out a breath and continued walking away, knowing Chad was the least of his problems. He grabbed his gym bag and began to retrieve out of the large gym.

"Bolton, where are you going?" Coach Mike asked, loudly.

Troy stayed silent, pushing the gym doors open. He looked up quickly as he felt his shoulder push against someones. He rolled his eyes as he heard the all too familiar exaggerating gasp.

"Bolton, it's called excuse me." Sharpay hissed, gripping her white purse.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Troy muttered, continuing to walk.

Sharpay rolled her eyes, mumbling under her breath.

"Hey, Shar." Gabriella smiled, walking beside her friend. Her black Mary-Janes clicked against the floor as she walked in rhythm with Sharpay's white heels. "What's wrong?"

"Do people have any compassion for others these days?" Sharpay cried, throwing her hands in the air.

Gabriella chuckled, shrugging. "What's got your panties in a bunch?"

"I don't know. I'm on my freakin' period, so that's probably it." Sharpay answered, looking at the crumbled paper in Gabriella's hands.

"What's that?"

Gabriella looked down, gasping. "Oh, yeah." She began to smooth it out with the palm of her hand. " This is just a flyer for the Spring Dance tomorrow."

"What? They're barely telling us about it today?"

"No, they've been advertising it for a while now, Shar." Gabriella laughed. "I really got it for you, though." she said, handing the paper to the blonde. "I'm not going."

Confusion washed over, Sharpay's face. "Why aren't you going? This is like your favorite dance out of all the dances, including prom."

Gabriella shrugged, playing with the curls on the end of her ponytail with one hand, while the other held her binder. "I don't have a date. You always have to have a date to this dance. Remember it's the rule?"

"Ask Troy." Sharpay said, nonchalantly. She smirked as she glanced at the grimace on Gabriella's face. "Come on, Gabs. I'm not going to this dance, if you don't."

"I'm busy, anyways, Shar. I have a dress fitting for the wedding, I have homework to catch up on and alot of other stuff."

Sharpay sighed. "Are you atleast coming to the game tonight?"

"Uh, probably not." Gabriella said, quickly. "I mean, I already know that Cougars are gonna beat Santa Fe High."

Sharpay rolled her eyes at her friend, the two turning into English class.

"Gabs?" Sonia asked, knocking on her daughters door and peeking her head through.

Gabriella turned from her book, looking at her mom. "Yes?"

Sonia slipped through the door, smiling. "Why aren't you at the game, sweetie?" she asked, sitting on the brunette's bed.

"I didn't feel like going." Gabriella replied, playing with the strings on her white terrycloth "Cougars" shorts. "I sent the team my well wishes though."

"Gabs, it's the championship game. It's also your last year in high school. You don't think that, that's an expierence not to miss?"

Gabriella stayed, silent for a moment. "I didn't wanna see him." she said, softly.

"Who?"

"Troy. Me and him broke up. Maybe, if you and dad were home for once instead of going somewhere every night, you would know." Gabriella answered, bitterly.

Sonia narrowed her eyes at her daughter. "Where is this coming from?" she asked, raising her voice.

Gabriella rolled her eyes, slamming her book closed. "Mom, you're gone all the time. Marie watches me, most of the time. Even she knows that me and Troy have been broken up for just about five days."

"Well," Sonia sighed, sitting up from the bed, "I suppose I'll see you tomorrow morning, if you're so content." She nodded her head toward her daughter, before disappearing out of the room and closing the door behind her.

Gabriella stared off into space, biting her lip. She turned her head to the side of her bed, gliding her hand under the mattress. She smiled weakly as she looked at the blank envelope. Sliding, her hand underneath the flap and opening it, she pulled out the piece of lined notebook paper.

Dear Troy,

I don't know how to say this, but I'm sorry. I know this is gonna sound completely hypocritical of me, considering I was the one who called things off, but I miss you. I miss spending time with you, I miss laughing at the idiotic jokes you and me made, I miss when you used to hug me for now reason or even just being able to kiss you when I wanted to. The list can go on and on, pretty much. Last night, was...

Gabriella looked at the unfinished letter that she wrote yesterday, Wednesday evening, out of boredum and sadness. She stuffed the letter in her black zip-up hoodie, quickly as the sound of her door cracking open was heard. She smiled as she saw Marie walk through the door. "Hey."

Marie smiled. "Gabriella, what are you doing in on a Friday night? Go out and have fun with your friends." she said, fluffing the pillows on the small couch that rested in Gabriella's room.

"They're all at the championship game."

"I hear, that you didn't want to go to that game, because of someone named, Troy?" Marie asked, a slight smirk on her face. "I mean, Troy's probably wondering where the girl he loves is and why she isn't cheering him on at one of the biggest games in his life."

Gabriella shrugged. "We're over, Marie."

Marie rolled her eyes. "First loves are never over, Gabriella. Plus, you still love Troy. Don't think I didn't find your little unfinished letter under your bed."

"What?"

"I make your bed, sweetie." Marie laughed. "I think it's a start, but you should really finish it and maybe, just maybe give it to Troy."

Gabriella blushed, shaking her head. "No, no, no. It's just something I wrote out of boredom. It's nothing." she said, holding a hand over her pocket.

"Uh, huh." Marie said, clicking her tongue. "I can just see it now. Cougars win the state championship and then there's all the basketball players, hugging and kissing their girlfriends in celebration. But, then, there's Troy. Standing there, only recieveing a few pat on the backs by people, but other than that nothing." She shrugged, walking toward the door. "Think about it. Now, I'm leaving for the weekend. I'll be back Monday. See you."

Gabriella groaned, softly, running toward her closet. "Marie, wait!" she called out, slipping on her mid-leg reaching black Uggs. She zipped up her hoodie, pulling her hair into a high-ponytail. She jogged out of her room, reaching the middle-aged woman at the bottom of the stairs. "The school's not out of the way for you, right?"

Troy's ears rang, as the cheers of the crowd went wilder and wilder by the moment. He looked around the large gym, noticing all of the Cougar students and fans, showing off their victorious smiles. Troy passed the ball to Chad and Chad made the shoot. They won the championship. That was a couple minutes ago, and the team and such were still cheering as though, the celebration had just begun. He just stood there, noticing that she wasn't there. She was never there. What was there to celebrate, when he couldn't celebrate with the one person he loved the most?

"Can you believe it!?" Chad yelled, wrapping an arm around Troy's shoulders. "We just won the championships!"

"Yeah, I know." Troy said, blank faced, though you could still see the pain in his eyes. "I heard."

Chad looked at his friend, confused. "Dude, we just won the fucking state championships! How are you not practically pissing your pants right now?"

Troy shrugged. "She didn't come."

"Who?"

"Gabriella. She didn't come to one of the biggest nights of my life. I remember when we found out we were going to the state championships, she was so excited. Why isn't she here?" Troy said, as though he was talking aloud to himself.

Chad pursed his lips together, narrowing his eyes. "You and Gabriella aren't together anymore, though."

Troy moved out of Chad's grip, shaking his head. "Like I haven't noticed." he muttered, beginning to walk toward the locker room. He stopped quickly as he felt someone pull his arm. He sighed, as Alexa's face came into view. "What do you want?"

"You just won the state championships. You looked lonely. I thought, you could use some company to celebrate with." The black-haired girl, said, showing off her set of teeth.

"Whatever." Troy said, turning back around to walk once again. He rolled his eyes, as Alexa tugged on his arm again. "Listen, I get that you're trying to be oh-so nice, but you've done enough. Just leave me the hell alone."

Alexa shook her head. "If you and Gabriella are still so committed to each other, why isn't she here right now celebrating with you?" She arched a brow at him, as he stayed silent. "That's what I thought. Gabriella's moved on, and so should you. Who cares if you're getting married in just about a week. You don't need her." she said, causing Troy's stomach to drop as the thought of tomorrow, would mark the one week date until the wedding.

Troy stood there, feeling her arms wrap around his neck. He continued to stand there numbly as she pulled him into a hug. His eyes still scanned the gym, hoping that maybe Gabriella would come atleast to the celebration.

"Thanks, Marie!" Gabriella cheered, sliding out of the car and shutting the passenger door behind her. She walked quickly toward the gym, knowing the Cougars won thanks to a seemingly happy Sharpay, texting her. She stood at the door, tucking in one of her many strand curls. She pursed her lips together, a way of checking her "Mocha" colored, lip-gloss. She let out a breath, before opening the door, automatically seeing the large group of kids.

She made her way into the middle of the gym, where everyone was standing. She smiled as she saw Chad and Taylor hugging, continuing to make her way through the crowd, as she didn't want to disturb them.

"Gabriella!" Jason cheered, noticing the brunette.

Gabriella turned around, smiling. "Jason! Congratulations!" she said, pulling him into a hug.

Jason smiled, as the two broke away. "Thanks. It's still hasn't processed, yet. Why are you barely arriving? You missed the game."

"Oh, you know." Gabriella laughed, tucking her hands into her pocket. She cursed herself silently as she felt the crumbled letter, remembering when she stuffed it into her pocket.

"Well, Troy, gave a great game."

Gabriella smiled. "I'm sure he did. Do you know where I can find him, if he's still here?" she asked.

"I think I saw him walk back into the locker room. You know, probably to change for the after-party." He chuckled as he saw her begin to jog toward the path to the locker room. "I better not catch you to making out!" he yelled, after her.

Gabriella rolled her eyes, laughing. She opened the locker room door, following the soft mumbles she heard. "Troy, are you in," she stopped herself as she saw Troy and Alexa chatting with Alexa, rubbing her hand up and down Troy's arm, "here." she sighed.

Troy glanced up toward the brunette, jumping up as he saw her disgruntled face. "Gabriella." he said, walking toward her.

Gabriella shook her head, quickly, feeling her throat begin to dry up. "Uh, good game." she muttered, turning around and walking to the door. I'm so stupid she thought, walking out of the locker room.

"Gabriella!" Troy called out, realizing that she was a good length ahead of him. He jogged toward the gym doors, pressing his weight against the door, to reopen it. "Gabriella, wait!"

Gabriella turned around, shivering slightly as the night sky took over the two. "I just came here to tell you good game. You can go back inside. I'm good."

"But, Gabriella, you have to understand, me and Alexa, weren't doing anything."

"We're over, Troy. I don't think I have any right to be telling you who you can and cannot mess around with."

Troy shook his head. "Please, Gabriella."

"You don't have to say anything. Me and you are over."

"What's riding up your ass? I know that we're over, I just don't want you thinking that me and Alexa were doing something." Troy replied, hastily.

Gabriella rolled her eyes, pulling out her phone. "Whatever." she muttered, dialing the number to a taxi, cursing herself for not driving herself. She scoffed as Troy walked over, shutting her phone. "Excuse you."

Troy threw the phone to the side, hearing the sound of it hit the cement.

"What the hell?" Gabriella shrieked, walking quickly toward her phone, not noticing the item that fell out of her pocket. Her eyes widened as she saw the screen of the Sidekick laying a couple inches away from the keyboard. "What is your problem?"

"You know, it's rude to have your phone out, while people are trying to talk to you." Troy said, arching a brow and crossing his arms.

"It's also rude to break someones phone!"

Troy rolled his eyes. "Why did you really come, Gabriella?"

Gabriella looked at him, confused. "I told you why I came."

"Nah, you can't say good game, considering you didn't even come to the game. So, why did you really come?"

Gabriella looked at her phone, that was in two pieces, hoping that somehow magically it would fix it's self so she can leave as soon as possible.

"You came here to see only me, right?"

Work phone, work. she thought, tapping her finger against the screen.

Troy let out a loud laugh. "Wow, after all that breaking up, stuff you want to get back together with me, don't you? Somehow, I knew that after us having sex again, you'd come running back to me." he said, with slight arrogance in his voice.

Gabriella looked up up, glaring at him. "Well, apparently, you've already gotten passed the break up, considering you're already messing around with Alexa. Why am I not surprised?"

"I'm not messing around with Alexa, actually. I was talking to her."

"I have no reason to believe you. You've told me alot of bullshit, before."

Troy shrugged. "Not all of it was bullshit. Sorry, if I don't have a silver spoon shoved up my ass like you."

Gabriella stared at him wide eyed. "Me with a silver spoon up my ass? Well, I'd rather have that, than be an arrogant son of a bitch like you."

"You weren't calling me a son of a bitch, the other night, though." Troy said, with a smug smirk on his face.

Gabriella shrugged. "What can I say? I can't lie and say that you're not good in bed." she replied, trying to hide her own smirk, as she saw his mouth drop, as though he was expecting her to say something other than that. She smiled, walking over to him. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go find a phone, thanks to you."

Troy turned around, as she walked back into the cafeteria. His eyes followed her shadow, sighing. Beginning to walk back into the cafeteria, he bent down as the image of a crumbled white paper was seen. "Hmm." he mummbled, opening it, noticing the familiar handwriting.

"Gabs, when did you get here?" Sharpay asked, hugging her friend.

Gabriella shrugged. "Not long ago."

Sharpay smiled. "Well, you missed a good game. Zeke kicked ass, so, I think I'm gonna give him a little treat tonight." she said, giggling.

"Oh my god. I really didn't need that image." Gabriella replied, with a disgruntled face.

"You and your perverted mind, Montez. I meant that I'm taking him to the picnic that I set up for us in the park. I made the food and everything, which he should like." Sharpay smiled, proudly.

Gabriella cooed. "Aw, Shar, he'll like that." she said, slipping her hands into her pocket. Her eyes popped out as she felt her empty pocket.

"What's wrong?" Sharpay asked, looking at her friend's worried face.

"Oh, shit. I had it before I went outside." Gabriella said, quickly. "It's out there."

Sharpay stared at her, watching her begin to jog outside. "What are you talking about?" she asked, running after her.

Gabriella opened the cafeteria door, frantically looking for the piece of paper. "Oh my god."

"What is so important?"

"I wrote this letter to Troy, well, not really, but I was bored and was just writing down my thoughts. It said how I missed him, I'm sorry about the break-up. Crap. He has it!" Gabriella sighed, resting a hand on her forehead.

Sharpay nodded, questionably. "Why did you bring it here?"

"I stuffed it my pocket, real quick. If he has it Shar, I'm gonna look like a complete idiot. He wasn't supposed to see it."

"How do you know he has it?" Sharpay asked.

Gabriella shook her head. "He was the only one out here. He's probably setting up his black mail, right now for me, since I broke up with him and now, wanna get back together with him."

"Why did you break-up with him, if you were gonna turn around and wanna get back together with him?" Sharpay cried, shaking her head, unconvinced of her friend's, stupidity.

"I was angry and upset. It was just the one thing on my mind. I wasn't thinking, considering I was a complete fucking mess that night."

Sharpay rolled her eyes, groaning. "People this days." she muttered. She sighed, looking at her friend. "You do realize that if Troy does have that letter, he'll use it against you. He'll call you a hypocrite and you know. That kind of stuff."

"Thanks, Sharpay! Like I haven't already realized that I am one!" Gabriella said, raising her voice.

"Who the hell breaks up with her boyfriend, who lied to her, then wants to get back together with him, not even a week later?" Sharpay yelled.

Gabriella shrugged, shaking her head frantically, wide eyed. "People? I know tons who do!"

"Please, Gabriella, this isn't an episode of Gossip Girl. What the hell? Are you and Troy, Blair and Nate or something?"

"Great, so now, I'm apart of a plot-line like Blair and Nate's? That's perfect. I think I should just wait right here, waiting for my karma to come and bite me in the ass. Hell, watch it be, Troy doesn't wanna get back together with me, if he does have the letter."

"First, we should just make sure to look all around and make sure that it's still here."

Gabriella looked at her friend, confused. "It's grass, Sharpay. Like something can really hide out here."

"Well, then, you think of something. I don't know." Sharpay said, quickly.

"I'll just have to wait and if Troy, does see it and decides to say something, than he does. I could handle it."

Sharpay gave a weak smiled, sighing. "We're such drama queens, it's almost pathetic."

Gabriella let out a laugh. "And a little bipolar too."

"See, you're fine, Gabs. Plus, what's the one motto, that I haven't used in a while?"

"The heart wants what is wants. That is so overused, by the way."

Sharpay hit Gabriella on the head, making the brunette yelp. "The motto is true. Hey, also remember that I'm not the one who's still in love with my ex-boyfriend."

"The heart wants what it wants." Gabriella sang, loudly, before skipping back toward the cafeteria door. She let out a loud laugh, while walking back into the cafeteria.

Sharpay sighed, shaking her head. "You can come out now." she called out, hearing the blue eyed boys groan. "How much did you hear, Bolton?"

Troy walked from behind the bushes, brushing himself off. "All of it." he muttered. "When did you notice me?"

"Oh, right when Gabriella started going on about how you were gonna blackmail her. I can't believe you would just stand behind a fucking bush, like an idiot."

"Yeah, well, that's the least of my problems, Evans."

"Well, what can I say. The heart wants what it wants, Bolton." Sharpay said, arching a brow. She crossed her arms, holding out a hand. "Where's the letter?"

"Somewhere. How come none of you guys told me that she still loved me?"

Sharpay shook her head. "She never stopped loving you, really. You're her first and only love, Troy. Yeah, like she was really gonna get over you in less than a week. Are you in middle school or something?"

Troy narrowed his eyes at her. "Well, I don't know what to think or do, right now. I-"

"Nope." Sharpay said, covering her ears. "I'm staying out of this one. It's up to you and Gabriella, now."

"Thanks." Troy sighed.

Sharpay shrugged. "See you at the after party." she mumbled, walking toward the cafeteria door.

"Gabriella, go to bed. You have a dress fitting at nine in the morning." Sonia said, knocking on her daughters door.

Gabriella rolled her eyes, flipping through her TV channels. "I'm still mad at you." she shouted.

"Get over it. Now, goodnight." Sonia called out, walking away from the door, mumbling under breath.

"Get over it." Gabriella muttered, mockingly. "Great parenting there." She sighed and fell back into her pillow, turning to look at her clock. 12:46 p.m. She decided not to go to the party, for oblivious reasons. Plus, she'd had enough partying, considering what happened at the last party she went too. She reached for her phone, as the loud ringer was heard. "Hello?" she answered.

"Gabs!" she heard a drunken Sharpay one the phone.

Gabriella let out a small chuckle, muting her TV. "Yeah?"

"I..need..you," the blonde slurred, giggling loudly, "to come pick up."

"Who do I need to pick up?" Gabriella asked.

Sharpay hiccuped loudly. "Me, Tay, Chad, Troy and Zekey."

"Huh?"

"We're all drunk." Sharpay replied, whispering the last part.

"Shar, my car, only holds five people." Gabriella sighed.

Sharpay hiccuped, again. "No drinking and driving."

"Fine." Gabriella said. "Are you all at the party still?"

"Yep!"

Gabriella swung her legs off her bed, grabbing her black flip-flops. "I'll be there in five." she said, shutting her phone. She grabbed her purse from her side table, sneaking out of her room, quickly, careful for her parents not to hear. Slipping into her white Mercedes, she was soon on the road. Since, just about all St. Katherine's kids, lived in the same neighborhood it wasn't hard to find any of the houses.

Parking her car, outside the house, she slipped out. Opening the door to the loud house, she couged as she smelt the cigeratte smoke go into her mouth, along with the smell of alcohol. "Excuse me." she said, tapping on a familiar looking person's shoulder. "Do you know where Sharpay, Taylor, Chad and all them are?" she asked. She smiled as the guy pointed toward the outside. "Thanks." She walked toward the outside, shaking her head as she saw the five drunk, laughing loudly.

"Gabi!" Taylor cheered, running to her friend.

"Let's go. I have to get home, before my mom sees that I'm not there." Gabriella said, quickly.

Sharpay giggled, wrapping an arm lazily around Gabriella's shoulders. "Let's go." she slurred, raising her hand in the air with a beer in grip. She pouted as Gabriella grabbed the beer, throwing it to the side. "No fun."

Gabriella ran a hand through her hair, wondering how she was gonna get all five drunks into her car. "Okay," she sighed, "Taylor and Chad go get into my car. Tay, sit on Chad's lap. Sharpay sit on Zeke's lap. The four of you in the back and Troy, you can just sit in the passenger seat." she said, knowing none of the five understood her. She sighed in relief as she saw Darnell, laughing with his friends. "Darnell!" she shouted.

"Hold on." Darnell said, wagging his finger in front of his friends. He laughed and pulled Gabriella into a hug as he saw her. "Hey, Gabs. What's up."

"Not much, I just really need help." she said, nodding toward the drowsy looking five.

Darnell let out a laugh and nodded. "You need help to get them to the car." he asked, recieving a nod from her. "Okay, you take the girls and I'll get the guys. Cool?"

"Yeah." Gabriella answered, lifting Taylor up. She wrapped the African-American girl's arm around her shoulders, beginning to practically dragging her to the car.

"I feel sick." Taylor moaned.

"Wait, 'till we get to your house." Gabriella said, soothingly. She held Taylor up against the car, waiting for Darnell to bring Chad. "Hold in the throw up for a couple more minutes." The brunette slid Taylor on Chad's lap as Darnell arrived with the afro-headed boy, watching as the two laid on each other drowsily. She jogged back to get Sharpay, who was sneaking in sips of her beer. "Sharpay!" she warned, grabbing her hand and beginning to walk her to the car as quickly as possible knowing her mom would probably be going into her room, checking up on her any minute now. She sighed and groaned as Sharpay fell onto the floor. "Shit."

Darnell sighed as he slipped Troy into the car. "Damn, he's heavy." He nodded his head toward Gabriella. "I'll see you, soon?" he asked, Gabriella who was starting up the car.

Gabriella turned around, seeing the sleeping for in the back and a silent Troy in the passenger seat, feeling suceess after twenty minutes of trying to get them in the car, since Taylor decided to walk back out of the car and throw up. She nodded, chuckling. "Thanks."

"No problem." Darnell replied, smiling. He walked over to a waving Amelia, beginning waving also.

Gabriella waved, sighing as she began to drive away from the crowded house. "Who goes home first?" she asked, aloud to herself, clicking her tongue. She drove through the quiet neighborhood, reaching Taylor's house. She parked in front of the house and got out of the car, walking toward Taylor and Chad's side. "Tay and Chad, I'm dropping you both off here, ok?"

Taylor nodded, moaning as she felt a headache come on. She slid out of the car, balancing herself as she began to walk slowly toward the house.

"Come on, Chad." Gabriella said, lifting his arm around her shoulder, balancing him as she walked him toward Taylor's front door.

Troy watched, drunkenly from the passenger seat, making out the scene of Gabriella dropping Chad on the floor of Taylor's entrance area and patting Taylor on the back. He sighed, resting a hand on his forehead as a thumping headache took over.

"Sharpay and Zeke, wake up!" Gabriella yelled, sliding back into the drivers seat, hearing groans erupt. She rolled her eyes, driving to Sharpay's house that was only a two blocks away.

"Gabs, where's a garbage?" Zeke asked, covering his mouth.

Gabriella turned around wide eyed. "You're not gonna throw up, are you?"

"Oh my god." Zeke said, sliding Sharpay off his lap and opening the back door, causing Gabriella to slam on her breaks, thrusting everyone to fall forward.

"Ow." Troy cried, gripping his forehead.

Gabriella shook her head. "My ass is in so much trouble from my mom. Who the hell told all of you to get shitfaced?" she asked, raising her voice.

"Stop yelling." Sharpay yelled, hearing Zeke in the background as he groaned and shut the door, wiping his mouth.

Gabriella sighed, and began driving again, looking at the clock everyone now and then. Her finger tapped against the steering wheel as she turned onto Sharpay's street. "Can you guys walk yourselves?" she asked, turning to Sharpay and Zeke.

Sharpay opened the car, door, nodding. "Oh, yeah." she said, yelping as she gripped onto the passenger door as her heel tripped over the curve step.

"Here." Gabriella said, getting out of the car and grabbing Sharpay's hand and beginning to walk her toward the house door.

Sharpay giggled, wrapping her arm around Gabriella's shoulders. "I forgot Zekey's picnic." she whispered, stumbling. "The sandwhiches and stuff are gonna be all stinky."

"Really?" Gabriella asked, grabbing Sharpay's purse to retrieve the house keys. Grabbing, the keys she opened the door to the house, hearing complete silence of the dark home. She walked Sharpay to the parlor couch, resting her there. "I'll call you tomorrow." she muttered, seeing Sharpay's eyes close automatically. She tip-toed out of the house to see Zeke stumbling up the door steps. "Take it easy, buddy."

Zeke moaned, walking into the house. "I'm gonna throw up again."

Gabriella pursed her lips together, closing the door behind the boy. She walked down the doorsteps, toward her car, seeing Troy resting the chair back with a hand on his forehead. "Do you need aspirin or something?" she asked, sliding into the car.

Troy shook his head. "Nausea." he said, huskily.

"We're almost to your house." Gabriella replied, driving to his house, that was only a block away. Turning onto his street, she glanced toward him. Overall, he looked exhausted. Pulling up to his house, she parked the car. "We're here."

Troy pulled the seat up, slowly. He sighed as he unlocked the passenger door and began to pull himself slowly out of the car. Closing the door behind him, he stumbled, resting a hand on the car, careful not to fall.

Gabriella sighed and got out of the car, slamming the door behind her. She walked over to Troy, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, something she'd grown accustomed to thanks to tonight. "Come on." she said, walking the two toward the house door.

"I'm so drunk." Troy chuckled.

"Yeah, you are." Gabriella said, dragging him up the doorsteps. She rested his back on the brick wall, while patting her hands on his pockets, looking for the house keys. "Where are you keys?"

Troy smirked. "I don't know."

Gabriella glared at him. "Troy, you're drunk. Just tell me. I'm tired and I just wanna get home."

Troy twirled his fingers around one of her long curls, looking at her through his red eyes. "I love you." he sighed, leaning into her.

"Yeah." Gabriella said, simply, turning away from him as the smell of alcohol came from his breath. She stood there numbly as his lips pressed against her neck.

"I read your letter." Troy laughed against her neck. "Nice." he whispered.

Gabriella pushed him away. "Troy, we gotta get you inside."

"You still love me. "Troy sang, resting on the patio's bench and laying on it, still looking drowsy. He sighed in content. "Let's get back together."

"You're talking out of intoxication."

Troy slid his keys from his pocket, dangling the teasingly in front of Gabriella. "I'll only give them to you if you kiss me."

Gabriella stared at him as laughed loudly. "Troy." she protested, walking toward the bench, groaning as she failed to grab the keys from Troy's hands. "Please."

Troy stood up, sliding his arms around her waist. "Kiss me." he grinned, kissing her softly. He pulled back seeing Gabriella's blank face. "See you like me when I'm both drunk and sober."

"Um," Gabriella stuttered, looking into his pool of blue eyes. She sprung apart quickly from him as the sound of the front door was heard. She swallowed, watching the house keeper Linda walk out.

"Mr. Bolton and Ms. Montez?" Linda asked, narrowing her eyes at the two. "Why are you guys out this late?"

Troy walked over to Linda, stumbling after every few steps. "It's Mrs. Bolton, Linders." he hissed, grabbing the front doors knob. He turned back to Gabriella. "Bye, beautiful."

Linda watched as the 18 year-old slammed the door behind him. She turned back to Gabriella. "I suppose I'll be staying a little later to take care of an intoxicated, Bolton. You go get yourself home."

Gabriella smiled weakly, tucking in a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Okay. Thanks. I owe you one, Linda."

"Please, Ms. Montez. It's my job to take care of these crazy, Boltons."

A/N: Hello, hello. The chapter wasn't that good, I know, but I almost was having a writers block. -gasp- I kid. I kid. There are no excuses I say, using my old Language Arts teacher's saying. Anyways, though, thanks alot for the reviews. I adore them. I currently am working on a new story, so watch out for that very soon. Back to this story though and as always, please review !