A/N: So I messed up badly last chapter! Those lyrics were meant to be for that chapter, and this chapter I'm about to write, mixed together. Eek! But, it's not really that big of a deal, I just can't believe I didn't notice it. Sorry for rambling though and this chapter will be long and…. Well, just get your tissues out you if you're sensitive like I am. Enjoy! Oh, and also thanks to my wonderful reviewers and people who put me on alerts and favorites, because ya'll are wonderful too. *smiles sweetly* Okay, NOW you can enjoy! There's also a lot of Spanish so I will put all of those words here (Sorry, you'll have to scroll a little):
Ella, ¿estás bien?= Ella, are you okay?
Sí, mamá, voy a estar por las escaleras en un minuto= Yes, mom, I'll be down stairs in a minute
Mi hija, ¿cómo sucedió esto=My daughter, how did this happen?
Él te obligan=Did he force you
Qué=What
Gabriela, que me escuchó! ¿ Él te obligan a dormir con él=Gabriella, you heard me! Did he force you to sleep with him
No, mamá, yo quería ... Yo quería hacer el amor con Troy!=No, mom, I wanted… I wanted to make love with Troy!
Hacer el amor? Hacer el amor? Gabriela lo que tienes con Troy no es amor! Usted ni siquiera saben qué es el amor!=Make love? Make love? Gabriella, you do not love Troy! You do not even know what love it!
"¡Oh, mamá, como usted sabe qué es el amor! Eres un hipócrita! Te fuiste papá por otro hombre, otro hombre que sólo quería porque era rico. Por lo tanto, no me digas lo que es amor y ¿QUÉ ES EL AMOR NO! TE ODIO!= Oh, mom, like you know what love is! You're a hypocrite! You left Dad for another man, another man that you only wanted because he was rich. So, do NOT tell me what is love and WHAT IS NOT LOVE! I HATE YOU!
Me gustaría que me acaban de apuñaló a Gabriela. Tus palabras duelen más que cualquier cuchillo jamás podría. Estoy tan tan buen sabor de boca en ti. Consigue tus cosas y se van= I would have liked for you to just have stabbed me Gabriella. Your words hurt more than any knife ever could. I am so so dissappointed in you. Get your things and go
Mamá! Mamá! MAMÁ! PARAR! POR FAVOR!= Mom! Mom! MOM! STOP! PLEASE!
Soy mamá lo siento, no quise decir nada de lo que. Lo siento mucho. = Mom I'm sorry I did not mean anything. I'm so sorry.
Oh, mi hermosa hija ... ¿Cómo sucedió esto a usted? To nuestra familia? ¿Qué vamos a hacer? ¿Qué vamos a decirle al Boltons?=Oh, my beautiful daughter… How did this happen to you? To our family? What do we do? What will we tell the Boltons?
No sé, mamá. No se ... no lo sé.=I do not know, Mom. No… I do not know
¿Tienes ganas de ir a la escuela hoy, Ella?=Do you want to go to school today, Ella?
Si, mamá, tengo que ir=Yes, mom, I have to go
Pues bien, levántate up hija. Up!=Well, get up daughter. Up!
Ella! Adiós. Tiene un gran día!=Ella! Goodbye. Have a great day!
Chapter 3: Scream
Has no one told you she's not breathing?
Hello
I'm your mind giving you someone to talk to
Hello
April 15th, 2010-7:00 p.m.
Gabriella tapped her small bare foot impatiently on the cold tile floor. She was sitting on the closed toiled seat in her large bathroom.
The bathroom was exquisitely decorated. The ornate bathtub was basically a hot tub and had numerous headrest, the tub also doubled as a shower.
A large mirror stretched over an equally large counter that had specially designed shelves that held her make-up, brush, comb, and other personal items. There was also a huge dresser that held all of her towels and robes. There was even a towel warmer hanging on the wall beside the bathtub/shower.
The luxurious bathroom had cost almost all of her mom's paycheck for a month, but after forcing her daughter to move, again, Ms. Montez thought that Gabriella deserved something special, and anyhow Ms. Montez knew she could always just get another job so that she could pay the bills, and afford the expensive bathroom as well.
Gabriella started to hum quietly to herself to match the rhythm that her foot was tapping. She impatiently checked her silver rhinestone watch for the time. The watch was her early graduation present from Troy. At first, Gabriella thought it looked too expensive, and she had refused to take it, but with Troy's summer job and many scholarships, he had plenty of money to spare, and he had really wanted her to have it. Especially since he got the watch in Gabriella's size, and it could never fit his large wrist.
Gabriella glanced at her watch again a few minutes later and saw that it had finally been 5 minutes. The girl climbed off of the closed toilet seat and slowly walked to the bathroom counter…
And she clamped her small hands over her mouth to prevent a scream of disbelief from leaving from her bow shaped lips. Tears instantly gathered and fell from her dark brown eyes and her slim shoulders began to shake.
A knock suddenly sounded in the teenage girl's large bathroom. Gabriella quickly ran and pressed her back to the door.
"Ella, ¿estás bien?" Ms. Montez questioned through the door. Gabriella bit her bottom lip to hold in a sob that desperately wanted to escape.
"Sí, mamá, voy a estar por las escaleras en un minuto. " Gabriella quickly called back, and then she heard her mother's footsteps resound on the stairs.
The Hispanic teenage girl took another glance at her counter, and most importantly, the object that was lying on top of the counter.
She cursed herself, before sliding to the floor, her back still firmly against the door.
The object on her counter had had two pink lines on it…..
And the young, beautiful, and talented Gabriella Montez was pregnant.
Troy pulled his basketball jersey over his head and tossed it into his red gym locker. He was still so VERY pissed about what his teammates had done to Gabriella, and her best friend Ryan as well, and he had taken out his anger against his teammates on the court.
Troy had fouled each of the guys five times each, and he didn't regret it, even if he knew his Dad was the coach and he was going to get chewed out for it when he got home.
As Troy pulled a t-shirt over his damp muscular upper body, he saw his curly haired best friend approach him, a towel wrapped around his waist. "Are you not gonna shower? Cause dude, you reek, no offense." Chad joked, a chuckle escaping his full lips as he dried off and got dressed.
Troy, however, said nothing and pulled on his denim jeans. "I can't stay here any longer, Chad, because if I do, I may do something stupid." Troy explained as he hoisted his gym bag over his strong shoulder and slammed his locker shut.
Chad nodded in understanding as he quickly pulled his shirt and then jeans on, but then his eyes narrowed in anger at something behind Troy and he stood straighter. "Troy, stay calm." Chad warned, placing a heavy hand on his friend's shoulder.
Troy was momentarily confused until he felt a nervous tap on his shoulder and Troy whirled around.
The boys who had attacked Gabriella were standing there, guilty looks plastered on their faces.
"Hey, Troy we're-." Zeke started to apologize, but Troy's cold blue eyes made him cut off his sentence.
Zeke knew that look. Troy only got that cold look in his eyes when he was incredibly furious, and all of the members knew that when Troy was that upset, you'd better stand out of his way.
"Don't bother. Don't even bother! How DARE you lay a hand on my girlfriend? She is a girl, my girl, and didn't you learn in preschool that you treat women with respect and you DON'T HIT THEM? And how dare you beat up Ryan for being himself? He can't help who he is, and it's none of your business if he is gay!" Troy screamed at the guys. The three boys looked at the tile floor, afraid to retaliate against Troy and his best friend that was standing beside him, Chad, because the two boys were the toughest and strongest guys on the basketball team.
"You three are ignorant douche bags, and I hope that one day karma comes and bites you all in the ass!" Troy yelled, his blue eyes still cold and hard. When the three guys said nothing however, Troy's face began to redden in anger.
"So, you guys will jump a boy in the hallway, when he's not expecting it, and outnumber him three to one, and then you'll hit a GIRL but you won't challenge me?" Troy accused, poking Brad in the chest.
"If your girlfriend wasn't such a nosy, gay boy loving bitch she wouldn't have got hurt! But no, she had to help defend that thing, Ryan, who deserves what we give him! No one should be that much of a fag!" Brad hissed, slightly pushing Troy, and knocking the bigger boy off center.
Troy let out a cry of pure rage, and leaned back, readying himself for a punch.
"TROY!" Chad called out his best friend's name in warning, Troy was getting out of control, and needed to be stopped but it was too late.
Troy punched Brad square in the jaw, knocking the jerk back into a row of red metal lockers. Brad recovered, shoved Troy backwards, and Troy punched him again, forcing Brad to fall over a bench and onto the floor.
Troy turned to face Zeke, and Zeke raised his fist to sucker punch Troy just as he was turning around. Chad grabbed Zeke's fist, however, and shook his head 'no', before twisting Zeke's arm behind his back, throwing him to the ground, and punching him repeatedly.
Jason then advanced on Troy while Brad was nursing his bleeding nose and lip. Jason was bigger than Brad and almost Troy's height so the two boys were matched almost perfectly, and Troy knew that Jason would be more difficult to defeat than Brad.
Troy swung anyway, and soon Jason and Troy were rolling on the floor. Chad was taking on Zeke and Brad, and winning against both of the boys.
Just when the boys were almost to the point of full out warfare, they were all suddenly pulled apart.
"What the hell is going on?" The coach yelled, glaring at each of the bruised boys.
"We were trying to teach Troy how to not be a bitch." Brad said saucily, his right eyebrow quirked.
"Yeah, and then I taught Brad that being gay was ok, and if he acts like a smart ass to me again, I'll make him bleed even more than he already is!" Troy exclaimed back, smiling innocently.
Troy's honest comment shut Brad up, and he self consciously touched a hand to his numerous bleeding wounds.
"Jason, Zeke, and Brad, come with me. Troy, go to the house, take Chad with you, and wait for me there." Mr. Bolton instructed, and the boys did as they were told.
Chad and Troy shared of look of understanding and affection. They were brothers and always had each other's backs.
Nothing would change that.
"Mi hija, ¿cómo sucedió esto?" Gabriella's mom whispered quietly, so quietly that Gabriella had to strain to hear her.
Gabriella chose not to answer that question, and instead she just cried harder, her eyes focused on the kitchen floor.
The young woman's sobs were the only sounds present in the otherwise still room.
"¿Él te obligan?" Gabriella's mom suddenly screamed, and with a hiccup, Gabriella's head snapped up to meet her mother's deep brown eyes.
"¿Qué?" Gabriella asked tearfully, her black mascara running down her face.
"Gabriela, que me escuchó! ¿ Él te obligan a dormir con él?" Ms. Montez screeched, pointing her slender finger at her daughter.
"No, mamá, yo quería ... Yo quería hacer el amor con Troy!" Gabriella screamed in rapid Spanish, standing to her feet.
"Hacer el amor? Hacer el amor? Gabriela lo que tienes con Troy no es amor! Usted ni siquiera saben qué es el amor!" Ms. Montez said, suddenly calm, and her voice back to the whispering tone she had earlier.
Gabriella ground her teeth, a habit she had when she was angry and was desperately trying to hold her tongue.
Her mother had gone too far. Gabriella knew what she had with Troy was special, and they had made love because they were in love, and love had no age limit.
If Gabriella's mother wanted to play dirty, Gabriella could play dirty right back.
"¡Oh, mamá, como usted sabe qué es el amor! Eres un hipócrita! Te fuiste papá por otro hombre, otro hombre que sólo quería porque era rico. Por lo tanto, no me digas lo que es amor y ¿QUÉ ES EL AMOR NO! TE ODIO!" Gabriella screamed at the top of her lungs. She knew instantly that her mother was very hurt by her words by the tears gathering in her mother's eyes, and Gabriella regretted saying them immediately. Gabriella wanted nothing more at that moment than to disappear.
A long silence passed between mother and daughter before Ms. Montez walked slowly and carefully over to stand directly in front of Gabriella.
"Me gustaría que me acaban de apuñaló a Gabriela. Tus palabras duelen más que cualquier cuchillo jamás podría. Estoy tan tan buen sabor de boca en ti. Consigue tus cosas y se van." Gabriella's mom said quickly, her tone harsh and final.
Gabriella stood shocked for a moment, not believing that her mother was serious until Ms. Montez went up the stairs and into her daughter's bedroom.
Gabriella still didn't move until she heard a loud thud from upstairs.
She dashed up the winding staircase until she reached her room. There was an open suitcase lying on the bed and her beautiful mother was shoving all of Gabriella's clothes into said suitcase.
"¡Mamá! Mamá! MAMÁ! PARAR! POR FAVOR!" Gabriella shrieked, grasping her mother's toned arm in her small hands with all of her strength.
Gabriella's vice grip halted her mother's movements of wildly throwing her daughter's clothes into the suitcase. Ms. Montez then dissolved into tears, covering her face with her hands.
Gabriella slowly released her mother's arm and collapsed to the floor, tears falling from her eyes once again.
"Soy mamá lo siento, no quise decir nada de lo que. Lo siento mucho." Gabriella apologized over and over, her heart so full of remorse and pain that she couldn't stand anymore. She couldn't fight back, she couldn't scream anymore, she couldn't do anything.
What was done was done, and Gabriella was just going to have to accept the consequences of her actions.
Ms. Montez flopped down beside her daughter and wrapped Gabriella protectively into her arms.
"Oh, mi hermosa hija ... ¿Cómo sucedió esto a usted? To nuestra familia? ¿Qué vamos a hacer? ¿Qué vamos a decirle al Boltons?" Ms. Montez asked, placing her cheek on the top of her daughter's head.
Gabriella wanted to answer her mother with all of the right answers. She wanted to tell her mother it was all going to be all right, and that they'd made it through worse, that they could make it through this.
But she knew that those answers would all be lies.
"No sé, mamá. No se ... no lo sé." Gabriella admitted, leaning her head into the curve of her mother's neck.
As her mother stroked her daughter's silky, long black hair, Gabriella had an eerie feeling of finality.
She felt like somehow, she'd never have a blissful moment like this one again. Gabriella felt like this was going to be the last moment her mother ever held her like this.
With a slight shudder, Gabriella tried to banish the dark thoughts from her mind, but she found that they just wouldn't leave.
"This is disgusting!" Chad whined as he threw a greenish sock into the washer machine.
"What's even more disgusting is that that sock started off white." Troy said seriously, and then glanced out of the corner of his eye to gauge his friend's reaction.
As predicted, Chad's face wrinkled in disgust, and his mouth dropped in horror.
"I hate that your dad is the Coach. He gives the other boys the bench but makes us do the whole team's laundry for three weeks. It's just not fair." Chad said, shaking his curly head.
Troy smirked at his friend, before throwing the last practice jersey into the washer machine.
Chad grabbed the detergent, and poured it into the washer machine, before closing the top of the washer and hitting start.
Without a word, the boys performed their secret handshake, and Troy began to escort his friend out of the house.
"Bye Coach!" Chad called as they walked by Mr. Bolton, who was drinking coffee in the living room.
"Bye Danforth!" Mr. Bolton called absentmindedly over his shoulder as the boys passed.
Once they reached the door the two clasped hands briefly before Chad opened the door, and left the house.
Just as Troy climbed the stairs to his room, his stomach began to twist into nervous knots. Something was wrong, very wrong.
Whenever he felt like this, Gabriella always had an answer, and even if she wasn't right, she made him feel better.
Troy pulled out his cell phone to call his girlfriend as he opened his bedroom door, but as he opened his contact list he realized he wasn't alone.
His mother was sitting on his large circular bed, still in her high heels and black suit from work (A/N: She's a lawyer). She politely motioned for him to hang up the phone.
With an exaggerated sigh, Troy hit the end button and Gabriella's lovely smiling face faded into the chaos that was his home screen.
Troy waited, impatiently and with his arms crossed, as he waited for his usually business like mother to say what she had to say that couldn't wait until the morning.
"Wanna tell me what happened at school today?" Mrs. Bolton asked, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow.
With a sigh, Troy fell onto his soft bed, looking up towards the ceiling.
This was going to be a LLLLOOOOOONNNNGGGGG night…..
April 16, 2010-6:45 a.m.
Gabriella woke up to someone shaking her shoulders, and she groaned in annoyance.
Gabriella forced herself to pry open her eyes, and found herself staring straight into her mother's kind eyes.
"¿Tienes ganas de ir a la escuela hoy, Ella?" Ms. Montez asked sweetly, but Gabriella just shook her head.
"Si, mamá, tengo que ir." Gabriella moaned, stretching her arm to cover her chocolate brown eyes from the bright light.
Gabriella's mother nodded in understanding. When Ms. Montez had been pregnant with Gabriella sixteen years ago, she had been 18 years old, and had an intense urge to still be treated normally.
"Pues bien, levántate up hija. Up!" Ms. Montez said, a smile plastered on her face as she began tickling her daughter.
"Ok, ok. Gosh mom!" Gabriella said, through her giggles, in English.
"Ok, ok. I am, eh, go downstairs now. Gosh!" Ms. Montez joked, imitating her teenage daughter.
Gabriella got out of bed and walked into the bathroom to shower.
Today was going to be a great day, a perfect day no matter what, she could feel it.
Troy knocked on the door of the Montez house, and finger combed his hair, preparing himself to greet Ms. Montez like he did every morning.
Even though Gabriella's mother had seen Troy every school morning and at some Montez-Bolton outings, he still wanted to look his best and impress Ms. Bolton. He wanted to marry Gabriella some day, and he didn't want her mother to remember him as a slob who had greasy hair, and sagging jeans.
Ms. Montez abruptly opened the door, looked Troy up and down, and smiled brightly.
"Good morning, Troy." She said politely and very nicely, even though her Spanish accent was still was very thick and obvious Troy could understand.
"Morning Miss Montez." Troy said, flashing a genuine smile, his dimples showing.
He saw Gabriella standing in the kitchen, her back to Troy, and checking her reflection in a mirror hanging by the oven before she turned and smiled a smile that could break any boy's heart.
Troy observed that she was wearing his favorite outfit.
She had on a yellow tank top, a white jacket over the tank top that stopped in the middle of her rib cage, white pants, and yellow pumps.
She had on a clear shiny lip gloss, a golden bronze eye shadow, black eyeliner, black mascara, foundation, silver hoop earrings, and a golden shimmery bronzer.
Her black hair was in flowing gentle long spiral curls, her bangs were swept to the right side of her face and there was a yellow rose tucked behind her left ear.
She was so beautiful that flowers would probably wilt in her path.
"Ella! Adiós. Tiene un gran día!" Ms. Montez whispered to her daughter, hugging her closely and tightly before releasing her and planting a kiss on her cheek.
Usually, Gabriella would blush under all of the affection, but today she welcomed it.
After the hug and kisses, Gabriella grabbed Troy's hand in her own, and they walked to the car.
He grinned, and smiled at her as he opened her car door.
As he walked over to the driver's side of the car, whistling Just the Way by Bruno Mars and twirling his keys around his forefinger, he had the feeling that it was going to be a wonderful, maybe even perfect, day.
April 16, 2010-12:15 p.m.
"He shoots…. HE SCORES!" Troy announced as Chad shot an apple core into the trash can that was located in the center of the lunchroom and about 10 feet from where the group was sitting.
The basketball players at the table all stood up and shouted, all of them with their mouths full.
"You guys are so gross." Sharpay said, appalled that someone would even open their mouths while still chewing.
"Hey, PayDay, where's Ryan?" Chad asked suddenly.
Sharpay cringed at Chad's nickname for her. "Don't. Call. Me. That." Sharpay warned through pearly white clenched teeth.
"Or what? Will you makeover me to death?" Chad teased, leaning very close to the very beautiful natural blonde girl.
"Cute. Do you see these shoes I'm wearing Chad? They're 4-inch Jimmy Choo shoes. Imagine these stuck in your eye!" Sharpay threatened, lowering her voice to a dangerous tone.
Just as Chad opened his mouth to throw back an insult, Troy interrupted.
"Where's Ryan again, Shar?" Troy asked, and Sharpay instantly sat back in her chair and flipped her long straightened blonde hair over her shoulder.
This was the only time when Troy wsd separated from his perfect girlfriend, (A/N: They had different lunch waves.) and Sharpay planned to flirt with Troy as much as possible with the time they had.
"Oh, he said he wasn't feeli-." Sharpay's sentence stopped short as Ryan walked into the doors of the cafeteria.
"Well, I take that back. I guess he's feeling better. Or maybe he wanted to skip first and second block. I do it all the time." Sharpay shrugged and stabbed a tiny red tomato with her fork before gently placing it in her mouth and biting down with a soft popping sound.
"Wait… what's with his bulky backpack? I thought he said bulky backpacks were for fashion less nerds?" Troy asked, glancing at Sharpay.
Sharpay was also confused. So, she set her fork down on her tray and strutted towards her brother.
Whistles and cat calls followed her, like usual.
"Hey Sharpay, how about you and me, my car, tonight?" Zeke called out as she passed him.
But, when she only rolled her eyes, Zeke grabbed her wrist and pulled her backwards and onto his lap.
"Zeke! Calm down! Get your filthy hands off of me! You're ruining my dress!" Sharpay exclaimed loudly as she tried to pry the boy's hands off of her slim waist.
"Fine!" Zeke yelled, and he shoved the girl off of his lap so that she tumbled to the cafeteria floor.
"HEY!" Chad and Troy yelled angrily in unison. Even if they sometimes didn't like Sharpay, she did NOT deserve to be shoved onto the floor.
"What are you going to-?" Zeke started to ask but a loud popping noise cut him off.
Everything was silent for maybe a second, until Sharpay started screaming at the top of her lungs.
Zeke was lying face down on the floor beside her, a bullet through his head, and blood spreading out around his body.
Sharpay' face, hair, and dress was covered in his blood, and the shrieking escaping from her mouth was full of pure terror and shock.
"Shut up, Shar. You always HAD to be the center of attention!" A voice boomed suddenly, and all heads turned to look at the owner of the voice.
The owner of the voice was Ryan Evans, and he was holding a gun, smoke still curling from the end of it.
"So, who's next?" He asked calmly, a weird smile playing at his lips.
Suddenly chaos erupted. Someone started screaming, someone started running, and everyone was struggling to get to the side and back exits of the cafeteria.
Chad and Troy ran to check on Sharpay, who was still screaming. She was frozen in shock, but Chad picked her up bridal style in his arms and together he and Troy ran for the exit.
There were too many people trying to exit, and the result was a full out stampede. People were getting shoved and trampled and hardly anyone was even making it out of the exit.
There were 5 more gunshots, and the screaming escalated to a higher volume.
Suddenly there was a loud explosion from behind Troy, Chad, and Sharpay, and screams of pain rang through the air, before they were silenced.
People were dying, lots of people, and it seemed like even more people were going to die before the day was over.
April 16, 2010-12:20
Gabriella sighed and wrapped her arms around her knee caps.
She wished that they would have done the drill another block. Science class was her favorite, and she didn't like that they had to take time out of it to participate in another stupid drill.
She always hated these emergency drills the school had, and she hated the way the cleaning closet they had to hide in smelled.
"Mr. Thomas why DO we have to do these 'Emergency' drills again? We all know how to hide if a psycho killer comes into the school." Taylor asked saucily and Mr. Thomas just chuckled and shook his head.
"I don't know Taylor." Mr. Thomas smiled, and the class continued talking quietly among themselves.
Suddenly, there was a scream, a female's scream, and it was getting louder and louder. Everyone in the closet went silent.
They saw shoes from under the door, and they knew the girl had stopped in front of the closet. The girl on the other side of the door tried the knob, but Mr. Thomas had locked the door. (A/N: They had to in emergency 'drills') Everyone was frozen in confusion.
"HELP ME! HELP ME PLEASE! HHHHHEEEEELLLLPPPPP!" the girl screamed, her voice cracking.
Everyone began to shift and move but the teacher held them all back.
"Don't." He whispered solemnly.
"WHAT? Someone open the door!" Gabriella bravely commanded, pushing back her science teacher, and stumbling to her feet.
Before she could reach the door though, a shot rang out, the screaming stopped, and there was a thud on the ground from the other side of the door.
Gabriella covered her mouth and took a step slowly backward, afraid her high heels would alert the shooter of their presence.
The sound of shoes squeaked down the hall, and stopped. There was the sound of a kick, and a moan from the other side of a door.
The girl was alive! They could help her once the killer left! Maybe he just wanted to hurt-
Another shot rang out and the moaning stopped.
Then the sound of squeaky shoes calmly and leisurely continued.
April 16, 2010-12:25
Chad (Still carrying Sharpay, who was now unconscious) and Troy had finally made it outside of the school. After shooting five people, Ryan had rolled in many powerful homemade grenades.
The survivors that clawed their way through the exit and outside alive and barely scratched were scrambling to their cars, and also back inside to look for their friends and family members.
Brad, covered in Jason (He was one of the five shot in the cafeteria) and Zeke's blood bumped into Troy, and kept running. Just as he jumped into the car, put his key into the ignition, and turned the key, the whole car exploded.
The force of the explosion threw Troy, Chad, Sharpay, and numerous other people gathered close to that area flying to the cement.
The stench of rotting flesh filled all of their nostrils. And many people turned away to gag.
"He planned this entire thing out! I can't believe this!" Chad coughed as black smoke filtered towards them.
"Check on Sharpay, make sure she's ok. Then get her, and yourself, somewhere safe, Chad! I mean it!" Troy said, acting like the man in charge he was.
Chad nodded, and grabbed Sharpay's wrist, checking for a pulse.
Troy stood to his feet, covered his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt, and ran back inside to find the woman he loved.
April 16, 2010-12:30
"On the count of three, I'm going to open the door on the count of three and all of you are going to run… Ready? One… Two… THREE! GO!" Mr. Taylor ordered.
Gabriella had taken off her shoes, and carried them in her hands. Taylor was running right beside her, and they were running as fast as they could.
Ryan walked out a classroom that was slightly ahead of the running girls, and smiled.
Gabriella was so relieved to see him that she almost didn't recognize that he held his hand behind his back and that he was smiling at them oddly.
Almost.
"Do I not get a hug, Gabby?" Ryan asked.
"Taylor. Run!" Gabriella murmured harshly into her best friend's ear. Taylor looked at her friend questioningly, but once Gabriella nodded at her, with determination in her eyes, Taylor began to run.
"Not so fast, Taylor!" Ryan called out, once Taylor was a few feet away.
Ryan whipped out the gun that he had been hiding behind his back and fired at Taylor's back.
The bullet his Taylor right under her shoulder, and with a short scream she fell to the ground, motionless.
"TAYLOR!" Gabriella screamed, tears flooding from her eyes.
The young Hispanic girl turned to help her friend but Ryan's words stopped her.
"No, Gabriella, stay with me. Please. I only hurt Taylor because I KNOW what she says about me. She talks about me just like Brad did. But I'm going to hurt you, Gabriella, because you're a wonderful person. I can't just kill bad people, that wouldn't balance out. But if I kill wonderful people, AND bad people everything will be perfect!" Ryan attempted to explain himself, a wild gleam in his blue eyes.
There was an explosion from behind Gabriella, and she turned around and saw 20 people get crushed in the rubble from a large doorway that led to another side exit.
A sob ripped from Gabriella's throat.
"I made bombs and set them at every exit in this school. They all have specific times that they'll go off." Ryan confessed nonchalantly, as if he was discussing the weather.
"Ryan, what's wrong with you? You're killing people just because they don't like you, and you're also killing your friends? Ryan, please, stop this. We can get you help." Gabriella pleaded as fresh tears came to her eyes.
Ryan aimed the gun directly at Gabriella's chest, and she closed her eyes, waiting for the impact.
"I'm sorry, Gabby." He said in a hushed tone as his finger slowly moved towards the trigger.
April 16, 2010-12:35
Troy ran through the many mobs of people, shoving the guys out of the way when he saw fit.
He had to find Gabriella, he had been through ever area of the school except for…
Except for the science wing!
Troy changed direction and ran in the direction of the science wing. How could he have forgotten that that was what block she was in? He felt so stupid. He prayed with all of his might that she was ok.
Once he approached the science wing, however, he noticed something odd.
There were dead bodies and rubble everywhere. Ryan had already been through this part of the school, so why wasn't he cruising around the exits of the school? Killing the people he hated.
Or maybe he was already done with that.
If he was done, where was he? Where was Gabriella?
Troy suddenly broke out into a run. Gabriella could NOT be a dead body among all of these others. He couldn't lose her, she was all he had. He couldn't go through live without her at his side, he could not love anyone else beside her, hell, no one could love him the way she did.
Once Troy reached the end of the hallway, he saw Gabriella.
She was standing tall and strong, facing Ryan. Ryan's hand was on the trigger of the gun in his hand, and Troy was walking towards them, but Ryan's back was to Troy (A/N: So, Troy was looking at Gabriella. Make sense?)
"GABRIELLA! NO!" Troy screamed as he ran faster than he had ever run in his whole life.
Ryan glanced over his shoulder at Troy's quickly approaching form, and turned the gun in his direction.
Troy felt fear seize his heart, and he almost stopped running, but he had to get to Gabriella, he had to protect her.
And if that meant sacrificing himself for her, he'd do it. So, the young man kept running.
While, Ryan was aiming his gun at Troy, and waiting for him to get closer so he'd be a better target, Gabriella sprung into action.
She grabbed Ryan's arm that was holding the weapon and tried to rip the gun out of his hand.
Ryan fought back, jerked his arm forward, and then elbowed Gabriella in the mouth.
Gabriella, thrown off balance, almost fell to floor but she stood her ground.
"Do you really want Troy? Or do you want me? You want me don't you, Ryan?" She goaded, trying to get Ryan's attention off of Troy.
"You're right. I tire of these games." Ryan said, and with a lone tear traveling down his pale cheek, he aimed the gun and fired.
Gabriella gasped and staggered backward.
"NO! NO! NO! DAMN IT! GABRIELLA! NO!" Troy yelled, a cry full of pain and disbelief.
She looked down and saw a dark red seeping through her bright yellow shirt near her heart.
Gabriella smiled sadly, and staggered another step backwards, before her knees began to become weak.
Troy reached her and caught her just in time, holding her like the bride she would never get to be.
"Gabby, Ella, baby… no. Why'd you- Why'd you-? I was supposed to protect you. You weren't supposed to protect me. You can't go. You can't. Your mom needs you. I need you. I love you so much, TOO much to let you go. Gabby… Oh God!" Troy whispered as he sank to his knees, still holding her in his strong arms.
"Troy, I love you, ok? Don't you ever forget that. Please don't ever forget me. I'll be watching out for you. Every second of every minute, of every hour, of every day. I'll always be with you. When you feel alone, just…. Just… just…" Her voice started to fade slightly and Troy pulled her as close to him as he could.
"Just remember me." She whispered in his ear, and then she went limp.
Troy stroked her long black curly hair, his body heaving in needy and desperate sobs.
"Gabriella? Gabriella? Come on, this isn't funny. Wake up. I-I-need you." Troy choked out through his tears as he pulled away from her and shook her thin shoulders back and forth.
"I love you. Isn't that enough?" Troy murmured, as he pulled her into his arms once more.
He placed a soft kiss on her still warm lips before he gently laid her on the floor.
She still looked like an angel. With her eyes closed, small secret smile on her shiny lips, legs bent at the knee cap, arms gracefully outstretched, and her curled hair framing her face.
Troy stood up slowly, resembling The Hulk.
Gabriella was what he lived for, his soul mate, he knew she was The One, and she had just been snatched so unfairly away from him.
Someone had to pay.
"YOU BASTARD!" Troy screamed.
Just as he turned and was about to unleash his rage on the person he had trusted, who he had stood up for, who DESERVED to be beaten, there was a loud gunshot.
And with a grunt, Troy Bolton, fell.
A/N:….. Yeah that sucked. Epic fail. I apologize. I'm also sorry for the cliffhanger. But…... Be nice and tell me what you think though. If ya'll like it, I'll keep it as if, if it's just ok, I'll rewrite it. I cried my eyes out when writing this (Seriously, I know have a headache). And I haven't slept all night because I was determined to get this chapter done! It is really long, and I'm sorry about that but I wanted to squeeze everything in in this one chapter. I hope no one hates me and I hope some ya'll, if not liked/loved, at least remotely enjoyed this chapter. I kinda hate rewrites, but I'll do it for ya'll. Anyway… I'll have my Alpha Teens On Machines new chapter finished tomorrow, so sorry for the long wait on that. I keep changing the plot line, but I may just keep it as it. Thank ya'll for reading! I promise, this story is going to get SUPER interesting soon! Do ya'll see potential couples I've hinted at? Potential problems? Love ya'll lots *blows kisses*