Gabriella stared at Troy, who was laughing with Chad, Zeke, and the new guy Emmett Cullen. She was silently praying that Troy wouldn't leave. He always did this to her at parties. He would go to 'talk' with Chad and Zeke when he would really go get drunk then end up leaving the party and Gabriella to go stumble about town with Chad and Zeke, disturbing the peace. It was really embarrassing. Especially when you go into school the next day and everyone's talking about Troy and his drunken adventures. Then they would talk about Gabriella and their voices would become filled with pity. Everyone knew she was at those parties that Troy left drunk from. They spoke of how she should dump him, that he's a drunk, and doesn't care about anyone unless their name is Corona Light. Gabriella knew that they spoke the truth only she didn't want to accept it. Troy was still very sweet to her. That is, when he wasn't drunk. She still hoped even now that she was more enticing than the lure of alcohol. Then she watched as Troy took those few fateful steps away from her and out of the party with Chad, Zeke, Emmett, and their Styrofoam cups following. Her heart plummeted and she fell into a chair, hugging her arms to her chest and struggling to breathe as tears stung her eyes. He had done it again. He had left her. Why it hurt so much this time was beyond Gabriella's comprehension. To comfort herself, She began to sing.
Don't cry to me,
If you loved me,
You would be here with me,
You want me?
Come find me,
Make up your mind.
Should I let you fall
And lose it all
So maybe you can remember yourself
Can't keep believing,
We're only deceiving
Ourselves and I'm sick of the lie
And you're too late
Don't cry to me
If you loved me
You would be here with me
You want me?
Come find me
Make up your mind.
You never call me when you're sober
You only want it
'Cause it's over
How could I have burned paradise?
How could I- you were never mine!
So don't cry to me
If you loved me
You would be here with me
Don't lie to me
Just get your things
I've made up your mind
Nice song a voice beside Gabriella said. Turning, she saw a tall Native American guy with long raven hair pulled back in a ponytail, an ominous Styrofoam cup in his hand. Thanks she muttered, a little embarrassed. Don't be embarrassed, yoy have a nice voice, complimented the guy. That's what everyone says, Gabriella told the guy. I'm not everyone, though stated the guy.
