Chapter 1

I loved you. No matter how much I shied away from all the mistakes you made, as vital as they were, you ruined my perfect façade. "Please, take me back!" You cried when I saw you outside my house, on my balcony, just like old times.

Did you even consider how hard it was right there, to say no? Because as much as it hurts you to cry and beg me for forgiveness, it hurts me twice as much. My last memory of you is walking into that science lab on our last year at high school.

The worst thing is wondering what could have been, if that hadn't of happened, if you hadn't betrayed my trust.

Walking into the nightclub with Sharpay and Taylor, I glanced around to look for competition. I'm a dancer- the type who participates in contests just for the hell of it. This particular nightclub- Canon- held a competition every week and I was here to beat the regulars. If you'd of seen me six years ago, when I was fifteen, (I'm now 21), you wouldn't believe that I would be a dancer. I was geeky Gabriella Montez, a scientist. Well look at me now bitches. Do I look geeky? I'm in the hottest nightclub in Alberquque, dressed in denim shorts and a neon yellow t-shirt with the name of Sharpay, Taylor's and my own dance crew. You had to have at least two people, and we had neon t-shirts. Mine was yellow, Taylors was Green, Sharpay's is pink, and we were waiting for Martha and Kelsi. Fun.

We were dubbed: Dance Chicks. A fun, flirty name. And Sharpay would enjoy the male attention if she weren't married. Scratch that, she enjoys the male attention anyway.

The only thing that I found funny is the fact that I am a science teacher on the weekdays, and I once saw one of my old students at a nightclub we were performing at. That was embarrassing and funny.

The music started, and we moved in time to the pounding beat. We each got an alcoholic drink, and settled to watch the other groups. There were our usual competition, PU55ii C4TS. Crap name, I know.

We watched as they tried to copy our dance moves, and we started giggling. "HEY GUYS!" Martha yelled above the music, giving us all a warm hug. Kelsi gave us hugs too, and I patted her on the back, handing her a drink.

"Ryan is at home complaining about how he doesn't get to watch the dances." Kelsi informed us. Sharpay sighed.

"He knows the rules."

"I know. I keep reminding him."

"Guys, look over there!" Taylor butted in. She pointed over to the bar where Zeke (Sharpay's fiance), Ryan (Kelsi's husband), Jason (Martha's boyfriend), Chad (Taylor's fiancé) and another guy were sat.

"Aww… Hell no." Martha fumed. "I warned him!" She looked as if she was ready to go and murder Jason for showing up. Our dance group, Dance Chicks, only had a few rules. One of the most important were: No boyfriends/ fiancé's/ husbands aloud. The dance moves we use are designed to be sexy, and we didn't want to risk our guy's coming over and either dragging us away to fuck us, or getting in a fight with anyone who said anything like, 'she's hot.' We had past experience of Chad landing a drunk guy in hospital because he was checking Taylor out. And then nearly landing another guy in hospital too because he looked at me and said, 'I'd tap that'. Chad's the overprotective brother I never had.

"I'll sort it." I smiled. The girls looked over at me. "I'll sort the guys out. I don't have anyone over there, so it's only fair." I pointed out. Taylor nodded, and I walked over to the boys.

"Hey guys!" I smiled, and Chad's friend froze.

"Sis!" Chad smiled, hugging me. "How's Antony doing?" He was referring to my recent ex, who Chad didn't know I'd split up with yet.

"I broke up with him." I said, smiling sheepishly. "Anyway, to get to the point, you know the rules! Why are you here?"Mystery guy turned around as I finished my sentence. "No." I backed away. Chad reached out for me and I saw the shiny blue eyes that I had avoided for six years."LEAVE ME FUCKING ALONE!" I screamed, and Chad let go, in surprise. I ran over to the girls, close to tears and I Must have been really pale, because Taylor caught me up in a hug.

"What's the matter?" Taylor asked.

"I need to do this dance and go." I replied, and just as Sharpay was about to protest, our names were called and we entered the dance floor. The heavy pounding music hit my ears and we began our sexy routine. I smiled all the way through it, and when it finished, I was about to walk off stage when-

"Gabs, what's the matter?" It was Taylor.

"Your lousy fat ass of a husband had brought him here." I spat out, and Taylor had a look on her face that reminded me of the saying, 'If looks could kill'. I'm pretty sure that innocent people would be dead tonight if the saying was true.

"Bye." I twisted out of her grip and ran from the door in time to see Taylor yelling at Chad. I climbed in my car, almost crying. I definitely wasn't drunk, so I could drive.

I arrived home and locked the door quickly. I lived in my mother's old house, where I was living when I went to East High. Mum had died a year or so ago. I locked the door quickly, and ran up the stairs to my room. I threw my handbag on the floor and collapsed onto my bed, sobbing uncontrollably.