ohmygod! i am soooooo sorry! how long has it been? A YEAR! i totally hate myself, like it's not even funny! please forgive me and review, guys! and don't hate me toooo much.

This is all thanks to Real-Wishes. For those of you who don't know what i'm talking about, i had a HUGE problem with my other stories. Writer's block...MAJOR! anyway, a friend of mine (A REALLY SUPERSTITIOUS friend of mine) told me about this website: Real-Wishes. She told me it would grant any wish (apparently, it worked for her) so yeah, i wished my writer's block was gone and i posted the link to this image (make a wish (its on my profile)) and told people about the website. It's not TOTALLY gone but sometimes, it'll just be like BAM! And i'll have a chapter or two up in like seconds!

So even though it's silly (and u hate me) click on the link u guys. And remember...

~.Believe.~

btw: u guys know any good blogs about skin care or beauty tips? its not for me. apparently, my cousin wants a makeover or whatevs. But yeah any website that tells u stuff like that. And it would be great if i could comment, u know ask questions and stuff.

Chapter 19...

Gabriella quickly walked out of the bathroom, checking the hallway before she turned the corner...

and bumped right into Haley.

"Took you long enough," Haley said, grabbing her hand. "Come on. Let's go find seats."

Gabriella huffed. "Well, thanks a lot."

"Hey, I know what you were trying to do back there," Haley pointed out. "You were gonna bail. Why do you think Taylor sent me after you?"

Gabriella was silent as Haley dragged her all way to the gymnasium, where the competition was to take place.

Haley and Gabriella couldn't help but stare. This gym was HUGE...way bigger than the gym at East High. Then again, this was a college gym. It was already full of people and sounds of talking, counting, food munching, the whole deal.

"I guess those are the judges," Haley said, gesturing towards the panel in front of the bleachers. One man was organizing what looked like flashcards and adjusting the microphone. Gabriella guessed he was the MC.

"Is that a plasma?" Gabriella asked, pointing at something near the scoreboard.

"That must be so people can see the competition even when it's far away," Haley answered. "I saw the school's camera crew while I was waiting for you."

"Hey, there's Gabriella."

Gabriella and Haley both turned to their left and saw a couple of kids running towards them. Gabriella remember some of them vaguely, but from where...

"You're Gabriella," one boy said. He stuck out his hand. "We met, remember? At the Fine Arts School?"

"I don't remember meeting you," Gabriella said. She turned to the girl. "Or you."

"We were there when you came to see Troy," the girl reminded her. "We didn't officially introduce ourselves. I'm Charlene. And this lumphead is Devon."

Haley shook their hands enthusiastically. Gabriella, on the other hand, only did it half-heartedly.

"It's just too bad you're not competing," Charlene pointed out. "Troy was super-bummed. And Sharpay was, too. And we were all looking forward to meet you."

"Yeah, Troy kept going on and on about you," Devon added. "He said you were really talented."

"Oh, well, maybe next year," Charlene suggested. "You'll compete then, right?"

But Gabriella barely heard. She was in a complete daze as she thought about what Charlene and Devon just told her. Troy had raved about her and said she was talented?

Hearing this made Gabriella's heart sink.

Then why had he given Tiffany that ring?

Haley quickly saw the look of dejection on Gabriella's face and decided it was time to go.

"We're gonna go find seats," Haley said, blocking Gabriella's face. "Um, break a leg."

"Thanks," Charlene said, waving.

"Nice to meet you, Brie," Devon added.

"No," Gabriella heard Charlene say. "That's Troy's nickname for her, you idiot."

Not anymore, Gabriella thought glumly.

Haley's worry began to grow as Gabriella slumped in her seat (er...spot on the bleachers?). She eyed the plasma screen and secretly crossed her fingers.

Please let this work, she silently pleaded. Please!

Troy sighed as he fixed his bowtie and slicked back his hair. The lights around his mirror seemed blinding.

And I don't have my ring for good luck, Troy mentally groaned. Cuz that bitch...oops, my partner is wearing it!

Troy eyed his costume. It was a pair of navy pants with white button-up. A sapphire vest went over it and on his feet were polished black dance shoes. His bowtie matched the color of his vest exactly.

But right now Troy wanted to rip his costume off. The only reason why he had gone with the blue concept was because of those earrings he had bought Gabriella. She would've looked so pretty in blue.

But now he had to dance with Tiffany...who, in his opinion, couldn't look any worse.

During his practices with Tiffany, Troy had half the mind to just quit. But it was already too close to the competition and his team was counting on him.

"Yeah, lucky me," Troy said to himself as he left the dressing room.

The gym was already buzzing by the time he entered. His team was already gathered near the water fountain, stretching and going over their steps.

His aunt was there, too, reviewing the partners.

"Charlene and Devon will go first with the tango," she said. "Then Fiona and Sam will follow with the Samba...Sharpay and Ryan will be doing the waltz..."

Suddenly, Katherine, the new assistant, suddenly came running, nearly crashing into some of the dancers.

"Mrs. Johnson," Katherine gasped. "We have a problem."

"What is it?" Mrs. Johnson demanded. "Speak up, girl."

"It's Miss Green," Katherine told her. "Her mother is frantic. She won't be able to compete."

"What?" Mrs. Johnson gasped. "We must go see her. Who is Tiffany's partner?"

By this time, the entire team was watching the intense conversation. As soon as Tiffany's name was mentioned, Troy stepped forward.

"I am," he answered.

Mrs. Johnson put an arm around her nephew. "You wait here, Troy."

With that, she and Katherine left, leaving the entire team wondering and thinking: what the hell?

"What do you think happened?" Charlene asked.

Sharpay rolled her eyes. "She probably realized her costume makes her look fat or something."

"You think she'll be able to compete?" Ryan said.

Sharpay glared at her brother. "Why do you care? She was a bitch anyway."

It wasn't even a ten minutes before Mrs. Johnson came back with a grave look on her face. She made a beeline for Troy.

"Troy," she said. "I'm afraid there's some bad news. Tiffany won't be able to compete."

Troy's jaw dropped. "Why not?"

At that moment, a woman with mass of blond hair followed, shouting, "How dare they give my daughter raspberry tea? I specifically asked for lemon? She's allergic to raspberry. Ohmigod! All those hives!"

"Hives?" Troy repeated. "Crap! She's got hives?"

There was no way Tiffany was gonna be able to dance. Now Troy had no partner.

He covered his face with his hands as everyone else surrounded him, mumbling apologies while the adults tried to reassure Mrs. Green.

In fact, it was so chaotic that nobody noticed a certain blond sneak out of the gym...

...except her twin brother.

there it is, u guys. again, i am sooo sorry!

and remember the link!