Dirty Little Lies

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Summary - Gabriella Montez finds herself lieing to get her man, but those lies have to catch up to her some how right? Who knew something as simple as age could tear people apart?

WARNING: T rated may be M later. Swearing and light drug/alcohol references.

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A/N: Yes, the HSM crew may be slightly out of their original characters but thats how the story goes.

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Sunday afternoon sent me crashing back to reality with a thud and a really shaky dismount. I'd sailed into the lounge - Where dad and Elisa were playing a board game - and given Elisa a hug and my dad a smile in the hope he had forgotten the fight when Elisa asked about my weekend around 'Taylors'.

"It was totally awesome" I'd enthused with a killer-watt smile that totally made my face ache before i skipped upstairs and landed on my bed. It had been an amazing weekend. But the best part was Saturday night and how affectionate Troy had been after our meal out with his family.

Flash Back

Troy and I trailed behind the rest of the group as we left the restaurant - Hand in hand. We were both admitedly 'tipsy' on the alcohol we had, had and i guess you could say we were on a cloud. A blissful, romantic, loved up state of mind that i wished i could of bottled and opened whenever i was sad and without him - Without my armour. We walked down this road, everyone deciding that the fresh nights air would do us all good and that the moon was 'looking magical' so why waste it.

I was all for this idea except the fact my feet were killing me. My heeled sandals were brand new and hadn't yet been worn in so were rubbing very uncomfortably on my feet, making them incredibly sore and increasingly unbearable. "Ah" I gasped as my sandals rubbed once more causing Troy to stop and look at me.

"Whats the matter Brie?" He asked, concerned.

"New shoes are rubbing" I replied

"Take them off then" Troy chuckled.

"Eww! Im not walking along the ground bare footed." I said in disgust.

"I wasn't expecting you to. I was expecting you to jump on my back and i'll give you a piggyback" Troy told me

"Your kidding?"

"Nope, come on" He said, standing infront of me, his back bent slightly, ready. I giggled, pulling my heels off and immedietely jumping gently on Troys back. He gripped my legs in one swift motion to hold me in place while i wrapped my arms loosly around his neck as he began to walk.

"Troy i must be killing your back" I said into his ear as we began to catch up with the rest of the group.

"Your not. Your very light actually" Troy commented, smiling at me. "Hold on"

"What are you going to do?" I eyed him suspiciously as he began to pick up speed.

"Just hold on" He said, then he began to run.

I squealed loudly, terrified Troy would drop me or something - Luckily for me, he didn't. He kept a firm hold on me till he began to slow down, having fully caught up to the rest of Troys family.

Everyone began to laugh as they saw Troy giving me a piggy back. I guess it was just how childish it all was.

"Gabriella has the right idea doesn't she." Troys grandmother Sandra commented, holding her husbands hand.

"Yeah she does" Mel and Lucy agreed.

I giggled, shifting my arms a bit "I didn't make him, he offered"

"Offered! Thats soo sweet Troy!" Lucy exclaimed "Jack! Why don't you be more like Troy?"

"Because uncle Jacks not whipped" Matt pointed out causing everyone to laugh.

"Shutup Matt" I said, sticking my tongue out at him as Troy began to pick speed up again, twirling around playfully, making me laugh.

When we reached 'home' we realised we were back before everyone else. As soon as we entered Troys bedroom, our lips were connected. It was like there had been this sexual tension between us all night and now we were ready to release it...

"Troy" I groaned at the sensations i felt - The ones he was envoking in me. Before i had even had time to comprehend it, Troy and i were laying on his bed, naked, showing the other just how much we loved each other. Not worrying about what was going on outside the four walls of the bedroom. Instead only concerned about what we were doing - Our bodies and lips and how they pleasured each other in new and intimate ways.

It was literally heaven. My happy place. My everything.

End Flashback

I smiled at the memory of last night. It had sucked so badly when i had, had to say goodbye to Troy 30 minutes ago - Hell, i was missing him already. As much as i tried. Words couldn't express just how in love i was with him, or how he made me feel...It was undescribable.

I sat in the living room on wednesday evening, doing my homework and minding my own business, while keeping out of everyones way. Well, thats what i thought i was doing till my dad came storming in - in a rather bad mood. I looked up from my maths work to see him staring down at me, his face reddening with anger. I was taken aback. What did i do now?

"Whats this?" He asked, holding out the picture i had given Elisa a few weeks back.

"A picture?" I replied, treading carefully, realising that riling my dad up wouldn't get me anywhere.

"I'm fully aware its a picture Gabriella. Im not bothered about that. Im more bothered about who the picture is of."

"Mom? Whats wrong with that?" I asked

"You know exactly whats wrong with that! I didn't want any pictures of her left lieing around - Its only upsets me"

"I didn't leave it lieing around, i gave it to my little sister so she could remember her mom" I snapped, getting a bit annoyed now.

"Yeah well Elisa obviously can't keep things hidden. I opened her drawer to find a book and there it was. Do you know what thats like for me to see that?"

"No, but i don't see whats wrong with it. She was mine and Elisa mom and Your wife. Whats wrong with remembering her?" I asked but didn't recieve a reply.

"How did you get this?" My dad asked his voice getting slightly louder then before.

"When you were de-picturing the house of anything to do with mom" I said matter of factly.

"You had no right!" He yelled.

I put my books down, standing up. "YES i did! She was my mother and im sorry if i cant just stuff her away and forget about her like you can!" I yelled back.

"I will NEVER forget her! Don't you ever say that again. understand?" He bellowed, moving menancingly closer to me, looming over me and staring me down.

"I'll say what i want. Because im speaking the truth! After everything...The choice you had to make, You have been able to just forget about her!" I screamed up at him. I swear just then as i saw my dads hand begin to raise - That he was going to hit me. Im pretty sure he would have aswell if it hadn't been for a small voice.

"Im sorry" Came a voice from the living room door - Elisas. She was crying and looked scared at the scene before her. (My dads hand raised, as if to slap me)

Instantly, i softened, stepping away from my dad before walking over to her. "Don't worry, this isn't your fault. Go back to bed"

She nodded, walking away - Knowing not to get involved.

"Are you sure your my dad? I think you need to check over yourself because you nearly just hit your own daughter." I snapped at him. He did looked shocked at his actions but his face was very stoney, showing little or no emotion. "Im going out"

"What?"

"Im going out. I'll sleep around Taylors..." I said

"Your not..." He began but i cut him off.

"I think its best don't you? Before you actually do hit me." I told him calmly before grabbing my cell, jacket and bag and putting my shoes on. Then i was gone.

I knew where i was going - There really was only one place i wanted to be. Troys'. I hadn't seen him in 4 days and now i needed him more then ever, especially as the tears began.

I wiped a few away as i walked at a brisk pace towards Troy's, the wind not helping my situation as it was blowing my hair everywhere. As i reached Troys apartement door, it dawned on me that i was probably looking like a mess. My makeup was probably smudged my eyes were probably swollen. I sighed, quickly grabbing a mirror out of my bag and trying to fix it the best i could. Once i had done some damage control i knocked on Troys door.

I only had to wait a few minutes before the door was swung open to reveal Chad. "Hey Gabs. What are you doing here? Hey, have you been crying?" Chad asked softly, ushering me inside.

"Im fine. I just need Troy, is he here?" I asked.

"Umm no he went out to go get our dinner and alcohol with Sharpay. They should be back soon" Chad said, sitting on the sofa.

"Is it ok if i wait?" I wondered

Chad nodded before indicating for me to sit down. "Sure"

I took a seat "Thanks"

"I heard you and Troy had fun at his parents house? Lucy and Jack are really cool" Chad said

"Yeah they are." I smiled "It was fun"

We only had to wait a matter of minutes before the front door of the apartement opened and Troy and Shar entered, carrying bags of takeaway food and drink. They didn't seem to notcie me at first until Sharpay looked over at Chad and spotted me. "Oh what is she doing here?"

This caught Troys attention, he twirled around and spotted me, hurrying over. "Gabriella? What are you doing here?"

"I..Umm need to talk to you?" I said before Troy nodded and reached forward, taking one of my hands and helping me up. He began to lead me out of the living room, stopping when Sharpay spoke "What about the food Troy?"

"I'll come get some in a minute" He called back before leading me into his bedroom. We both stood there, Troy looked down at me with the most concerned face i had ever seen. No words were spoken. Even if i had wanted to say something, im pretty sure no words would have left my mouth. Instead, all i could do was allow Troy to pull me into a hug as tears began to fall down my face.

Troy made all these soothing noises, trying to comfort me - It was working and soon enough, i pulled away from Troy allowing him to wipe away my tears with the pad of his thumb. "Whats the matter baby?" He asked

"Im over-reacting really. Its just, I had a arguement with my dad" I mumbled.

"What happened?"

"He found a picture of my mom i had given Elisa and he got upset and we started yelling..." I trailed off.

"And?"

"And..I thought he was going to hit me. He looked so angry." I admitted to Troy who had tensed up.

"Hit you? He didn't though right?" Troy asked

I shook my head "No."

"Oh thank god. C'mere" Troy said, pulling me into another hug. He held me tightly for a few moments, stroking my hair and holding an arm firmly around my waist. When we pulled away he looked down at me, cupping my chin in one of his hands. "Do you want me to talk to him?"

"No" I shooked my head furiously "Its fine. I was over-reacting Troy. I just needed to see you. I do need a favour though"

"Whats that?"

"I need somewhere to stay tonight?" I wondered timidly.

"You don't even need to ask" He said, planting a kiss on my lips. "Have you eaten?"

I shook my head "No, but im not hungry"

"I don't care. I just brought loads of food and i'm sure we can share" He winked at me. "I'll be right back ok?"

I nodded "OK"

For the rest of the night, Troy and I ate his food and washed it down with some alcohol while laying on his bed. Then we curled up under the duvet and talked for what seemed forever until i said i felt cold.

I giggled at Troys solution of keeping warm which ironically involved taking off all of our clothes and kissing - Alot - While do numerous other intimate and secretive things.

Afterwards, I cuddled up against Troy, brushing his arm with my fingertips and watching, engrossed, as an army of goosebumps marched across his skin. "I have to be up really early tomorrow" I said

"What for?" Troy wondered

"To meet Taylor" I lied. Well, i couldn't say school could i?

"Ok" He smiled at me "I love you. No matter what, you know that right?"

Did i? How could he be so sure? If he did then i could tell him the truth right?

"I love you too" I sighed blissfully, cuddling Troy even closer then before - I didn't want to let him go.

I'd had to be annoyingly vague again when Troy questioned me once more the next morning on why i was getting up and dressed so early. I think i left him completely confused, yet not as confused as i was. Something just didn't feel right. I don't know why...But it didn't. Like things were out of place and about to fuck up big time. I hoped to god they didn't.

Still, i slunk into homeroom 5 minutes late - Ms Darbus giving the biggest interrogation of my life because i had never been late, before telling me "Prinicpal Matsui wanted you to go to his office as soon as you arrived at school. I'm not sure what it's about but i suggest you get there quickly." I nodded, glancing at Taylor who had been trying - For some reason - To catch my attention. But with Ms Darbus ushering me out of the room i didn't have time to question it, but instead get to the principals office

The mystery was solved as soon as i walked into the secretaries office and saw my father pacing agitatedly in front of the door that led to Principal Matsuis inner sanctum.

"What are you doing here? What's wrong? Is it Elisa? Has there been an accident? "

The moment he heard my voice, his head swivelled around like it was completely independant from his neck. Which wasn't as half as scary as the look on his face, which did nothing to reassure me that everything was ok and he'd just happened to be passing and thought he'd pop in to see if i was ok. "We're going home" He said, each word carefully and precisely enunciated. I wasn't going anywhere with him, not when he was in such a bad mood.

"I've got Art and a Math test after that so maybe this can wait till this afternoon" I said hopefully.

He was at my side before i could even blink. I didn't know he could move that fast. "Tell Mr Matsui that i'll give him a ring" He barked at the secretary who was cowering behind her computer.

"I have art" I reminded him again because my survival instinct told me that it would be safer to inhale noxious paint fumes then go anywhere with my father when he looked like he wanted to hang, draw and quarter me as a pre-show.

"Not bloody likely" He gritted out, then he must have suspected that i was seriously thinking of doing a runner because he grabbed my upper arm in a circulation-crushing grip that didn't ease off until he was pushing me into the car.

"I bet you've left bruises!" I started to say but was silenced by a skin-stripping look.

"Be quiet!" He said "And buckle your seatbelt"

I'd barely clicked it into place before he rammed his foot down on the accelerator. I clutched onto the dashboard with white-knuckled hands "I guess You're in a mood with me about something, but slow down, please"

Either he didn't hear me or he didn't care. "I mean it. Dad! Slow down!"

He huffed but eased off the accelerator none the less.

"So what's this all about?" I tried again.

"I thought i told you to shutup. I don't want to hear another word until we get home"

Unfortunately, it only took us ten minutes before we were pulling into the drive and I willed myself to unbuckle my belt and get out of the car.

I followed dad's stiffened back up the path and scampered through the door before he could yank me through it.

"I'll put the kettle on shall i?" I offered brightly...But no. Steely grip on my shoulder and I was being frogmarched to the living room. He pushed me down onto the sofa and loomed over me. I squinted up at him and started taking in all sorts of details. Like, the fact he didn't get acquainted with his razor that morning and that was the shirt and tie that i'd ironed for him yesterday morning. Bloodshot eyes? Check. The same clothes he'd worn yesterday? Check

"Did you even go to bed last night?" I asked him sullenly.

"I might ask you the same question" He snapped. "Or i might rephrase it as exactly whose bed did you sleep in last night?"

I gasped - Shit! "I told you! Before i left last night, I was staying at Taylor's"

"Ah yes, i remember. But you know what confuses me Gabriella. When i rang Taylor's to apologize about our fight...She didn't seem to think you were there. In fact she tried to lie for you - But the game was up"

Thats what Taylor was trying to tell me in homeroom! "You could have rung me" I eventually said, peering down at my bag. Really bad idea. Because he stopped standing over me and snagged the handles between his thumb and index finger.

"Oh, really. I wonder why i didn't think of that" He said with a sneer "Next time you're trying to cover your lieing tracks, i suggest you remember to switch your cell on"

I had a dim recollection of switching my cell off when i reached Troys because i didn't want to be disturbed. Dad was already finding that out for himself.

"Don't go through my bag!" I yelped, leaping up as he rummaged inside and hauled out my cell but it was too late, he was already uphending it and spilling the contents out onto the floor.

Makeup, a pack of pictures Lucy had given me from the weekend with Troys family, a strip of pictures of me and Troy that we had taken awhile back and last but not least; Condoms. Every lie I'd told was spelt out on the floor by the debris from my bag. I was looking and he was muttering something under his breath. I knelt to the floor and started to cram everything back, because if it wasn't there, laid out in front of him, I could keep on pretending, but my hand hadn't even curled around the cell before he was snatching my shoulders, whirling me around and making me standup so he could shake me hard enough so i bit my tongue. "What have you been doing?" He screamed "I want some answers RIGHT NOW!"

"Get off me!" I shouted right back, trying to prise his fingers off me. "You don't go through my personal stuff! I'm sixteen and I can do what i want and it's got fuck all to do with you!"

"It's got everything to do with me. While you're under my roof, I will..."

I got away from him by kicking him in the shin so he let go of me with a strangled yelp and I was free to run for the door and up the strais before he'd stopped rubbing his leg. Even with my five-second head start, i'd barely made it to my room before he was in the doorway and preventing all my attempts to slam the door in his face. "Let go" He said, all deadly calm and flaring nostrils. "Let go of the door this instance."

But the calm voice just made the mist even redder. So even though he was a foot taller than me and like, five stone heavier, I persisted in pushing and shoving at the door and screaming at him. It wasn't even words, just these angry, high-pitched cries. He soon got bored with the tug of war and flicked me out of the way with insulting ease, before striding into my room, eyes darting wildly around for even more evidence of my misdemeanours. When he didn't find any he turned back to me - His eyes, for some reason, landing on my locket. "Whats that? You always wear it"

"Its a locket" I said

"Who gave it to you? Whats in it?" He asked. It was wierd, he had never questioned it before..

"Mom gave it to me. A picture of me and her" I answered. Then before i could even think, he had reach up and ripped it from my neck.

"You don't deserve that, not after what you did. Its your fault she's gone remember that?"

"Don't say that! Thats not true" I began to sob. "You signed..."

"Get out of my house. I don't want to see you in here for another second." He interupted my sentence.

I was to shocked to even argue. Instead, i grabbed some clothes, threw them into the same bag i had used that previous weekend and ran downstairs, throwing the rest of debris on the ground back into my other bag and walked to the front door. Silently, i dropped my house keys onto the nearby table and walked out.

I couldn't believe this. The truth was out; My dad blamed me for my moms death...after all these years.

My dad had found out about most of my lies...My dad had kicked my out.

My dad? ...Pfft.

What dad?

Lol, hey all. Ok so this was pretty...dramatic. I hope you will all review because i am hoping for like at least 15...? Lmao :P

Umm so there is just 1 thing i don't know wether i made clear on this chapter like i tried hard to...Gabriellas mom. I tried to mention her quite a bit and try and build up the story line of the reason Gabriella and her dad don't get on. I hope you all picked up on that because its kinda important for future chapters x

So I reckon this story will end around 20 chapters - Give or take a few. Im now gonna start writing the next chapter but i really really really would like reviews? Please ? They make me smile and i really need to smile because my life recently has been doom and gloom :)

P.S - Im really hoping to break at least 200 reviews for this story...

- Sarah