"Just wait out there, will you?" She yelled back as she continued on putting some blush on her lighted face. She looked just gorgeous as hell with that black shiny and silky cocktail dress and black stilettos she bought from Barney's. And ass with her messy bun and other accessories, she's the most beautiful of all.

"You've been there for three hours in just preparing!" She heard him replied behind that carved wooden door behind her. A scoff let out her v\devious mouth at his statement. In disbelief, she shook her head and completely ignore her boyfriend's statement. She stood up, staring at herself in the long wooden-bordered oval mirror standing next to her. She was also wearing dark mascara with pink eyelashes and fuchsia color in her puffy lips. "Come on please, we'll be late." he pleaded.

She rolled her eyes as she heard that one. He just won't stop. Now, butterflies were all inside her stomach as she felt real nervous for the party being held in the large convention room of this expensive hotel. And yet, she was told that her father was coming for the party. The past hours have gone that she was worrying what will her father say about her. If he missed her-though it's quite impossible. And if he don't-that's completely possible. Well, she don't care at all. He wasn't her real father.

Why would she be bothered if she was mad at her father? I meant, foster father.

And not the mention the bloody media and paparazzi who drove her crazier when the news-or as they describe it, rumors-spreads as fast as it could that she's back. The President's Daughter is back, found by Mr. Troy Bolton, for after four long years of waiting that led to believe that she's dead already. All of those things saying that she's dead are all wrong. Completely wrong.

For every time she flashes the channel into other, there is the same news telling about her. And if not new reports, maybe reality show talking about her. Why people just won't bothering her? The questions flying all over the news still weren't answered for she's the only one who can completely answer that. The only thing to be reported, "The President's daughter is back." Why they just keep out of her life?

A sigh erupted her throat as she heard another snapping knock in the bedroom's thick wooden door. She looked back and into the mirror again, defiantly admiring her outfit. "I'm coming... just grabbing my purse." she said and grabbed her purse that was just lying in the bed.

She swung the wooden door open and earned one word, "Wow." Troy said while staring at her. She giggled at his reaction and and rolled her eyes, giving him a cheeky grin. "I..." he said and suddenly stopped, shaking his head because he doesn't really know what to say. "I can't-" he started but she pushed him to the wall, putting her finger in his lips. "You don't have to say anything... I know this black silky cocktail dress is way much better than those old-fashioned antique gowns." she said and brushes of her lips on his own. She began moving her lips on his and he also moved his lips on her, creating a passionate kiss.

Then, she pulled away and he kissed her forehead. "I missed you..." she said and give his lips a small peck and smiled.

"Really?" he asked.

"Yeah because you've been all afternoon playing basketball with Chad, leaving me with those two disastrous girls." She said and they both laughed at that one. "Of course you could have missed me..." he cooed.

"How did you know if the girls forbid me to talk to you?" she asked suspiciously.

"Well, because I'm totally hot." he said cockily, earning a painful hit in his arm which was given by her. "Ow." he complained, raising an eyebrow at her. "I tried to warn you. You're just so proud of yourself." she said.

"Why wouldn't I be proud if I have the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world?" he asked.

"Is that me or anybody else?" she asked back.

"Do you want me to bring back my statement, 'the most beautiful girl'?"

"Of course, you don't have to tell me because I already know." she giggled.

You can tell, the party wasn't the best party she's been ever. It was wrong to be there... It was a big mistake to come with him. He lied again... for the third time. Third time... It was hard to admit but yes, she knew all about that Claire Denolles. The real and official fiance of Troy Bolton, her boyfriend.

Fiance? That word echoes in all of the corners of her mind. Honestly, every time that that word echoes, her heart shatters. Every drop of tear that strains her face shatters every memory she had with him. Every squeeze in her hear, destroys her world.

This would the third time that Troy kept a secret and maybe, no plan in telling her. It hurt her the most that she's been the other girl for almost a month she's been with him. Of course, a month is too short but for her, every second counts in her clock. Why does she have to listen to all of his explanations if it exactly makes sense that he lied to her about everything?

Can she still forgive him after what she just knew? Does he deserve forgiveness after all? Yes, sure she's gonna forgive him anyway but what about the thing that she's been the freaking other girl? Questions still weren't answered for she wasn't still over it. Yeah, sure that she's in loved with him for eternity.

She was sitting in a dark corner, folding her knees closed to her chest as she stuck her fingers in her hair. Yes, she was still crying her eyes out. The pain was still in her and completely impossible to fade with no one in there to help her out. She was still the other girl... a mistress of a incoming groom. Whatever she'll do, that won't change, unless he do the right thing.

How is she going to tell the twins? Nana Rose? Her friends? and how will she face the President if she was feeling abandoned? Abandoned by the only she ever loved.

Every sniffle, more hurt in her heart. She's tired of crying. She's tired of suffering in a life like hell. Why is life just so freaking unfair? It doesn't fight fairly.

She heard the door creaks open. She saw a dark shadow coming inside. Yeah, she surely knows it would be him. Yes, she was right. It was with worried looking his face. He was wearing gray tuxedo and shiny black leather shoes from Florsheim. He walked near her with hopeful eyes. Is he trying to apologize?

She just looked up at him with questioning look from her eyes. She felt the presence of apology in him. She knelt in front of him and threw her arms around his neck, giving him a hopeful hug. She was hoping things would be the same as it was. He hugged her back in her waist, as she heard that she continued to sob in his shoulders. "Why do you have to keep it?" she cried in his shoulders.

He breathed. He don't know what to answer because he has no way out of it. He know that he hurts her so much, piercing her heart so deep. "I..." he started but next thing he knew, he doesn't know what to say. She pulled away from the hug and stared in his cerulean eyes of ocean with full hope in her dark eyes. "I was actually going to tell you after I get those drinks but she told you first." he explained.

She don't even know if she should believe him. I meant, he done it twice and he can do it again. "How should I believe you?" she asked, shaking her head with a little despair in her heart. She was loosing hope that it'll be all okay. "You know that this is the third time. Should I give you a third chance? Do you even deserve that third chance?" she said, with her voice hoarse. She brushed her hair through his golden-brown hair he actually owned.

"Chance never ends in second chances. And it's up to you if you'll give me that third chance." he said. She don't know what to decide because she loved him but maybe he;ll hurt her again and she don't want that, honestly. Maybe he'll change for their love and for the kids or maybe now. There are lots of possibilities and she don't know what she'll have to choose from the biggest option: forgive and forget or not?

"Who would you choose over? Me or her?" she asked her voice shaking like the ground his breaking because of the earthquake shaking her world.

"You of course." he answered, cupping her cheeks and staring in her dark chocolate eyes, "I'll choose you because I'm in loved with you and not with Claire. She's just a woman I met in a bar and she began stalking around, spreading rumors that I am the father of kid she's bearing. So, I decided to get engaged with her so she would stop. But I guess getting engage with her is the major and probably the biggest mistake I made." he explained. He grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckled, staring back into her eyes, "Please believe me... I don't know what will happen to me if I lost you and the twins." he added.

She puts a finger in his lips, hushing him. "I believe you, It just hurt me the most that I've been the other girl. Your second option." she said, Honestly, he helped a bit to make her feel comfortable. Now, she's fine. She already forgave the man she loved for all that he head done to her. She just can't resist him. She loved him so much.

"You've never been the other because you are my only girl." he said and smiling at her. She crept a little smile on her face and leaned, kissing him softly in his lips. He placed both of his hands in her waist and she placed hers on his shoulders, playing with his hair.

They pulled away and got lost in each others' world. It was just so amazing. "I forgive you now and that was because I love you." she said and hugged him again. Her tears continued to fall down her cheeks but now, it's because of happiness. "Thank you." he whispered.

She slowly pushed him and let out a deep sigh from her throat. "I think we should better get back into the party." she said.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because I still have to piss off the President into the press and give that bitch a bitch slap." she said, acting a little crazy. Yes, she was crazy over him. He laughed at her statement. "And to tell you, I got disengaged." he said.

"Really? Why thank you..." she said and pressed her lips together, "I love you."

"I love you too." he replied.

Done! Now, thank you... This one is probably short but I just you like it. Like it? Love it? I don't care, just review! Much love from me.