Author's Note: Here's a new chapter! I have to say, I saw HSM3 and loved it! I cried, laughed it was great. My friend was hyperventilating at the end. It was so funny. After watching the movie and crying at the end, I realized that I was 14, a few months shy of 15, when HSM came out. I was in 9th grade talking about how much I loved the movie. Now I'm 17 and a senior and I'm still in love with the series and still talking about it. It's the end of an era.

So, enough with all of my HSM drama, here's chapter 12.

There were fifteen minutes left until the bell for first period. That gave me enough time to tell Gabriella where to go and how to get there. Chad and I entered the cafeteria, searching for the little wench through the crowds. I knew she had to be there because that's where she and all her equally whore-ish friends hung out in the mornings. After a few moments, I spotted her giggling innocently with a group of people.

"I see her, Chad." I said before walking over to her. I only took two steps before I was stopped. It was Chad, of course.

"Listen to me, just don't do or say anything you might regret." I just nodded and walked off.

When I reached her, I tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around and her face hardened at the sight of me.

"Gabriella, we need to talk." Was all I said.

She smugly smiled. "Regretting being with Ryan already?"

"No. We need to talk." I said tightly.

"Oh, whatever do we need to talk about, Troy?" She asked annoyingly sweet. If she wasn't a girl, I would have punched her.

"Quit playing your stupid games. I know what you did to my locker!" I shouted. I looked around and noticed people were staying. I could have given a rat's ass at that moment.

"Oh, that. How could someone write something so horrible?" She smiled. I gave her a confused look.

"So, you're admitting it?" I questioned.

"No, I'm not admitting to anything; especially to something that I didn't do. You really think that low of me, don't you Troy." She said, crossing her arms.

"Well, Gabriella, when you walk around like a slut, make horrible attempts to get me into bed and shout threats at me, then the only thing I can do is think so poorly of you." I stated matter-of-factly.

Gabriella rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Oh, please Troy, don't flatter yourself. I have better things to do then put graffiti on your locker."

"Look, if you just admit to it, then I can possibly forget that anything happened." She wasn't fooling me; I know she had something to do with it.

"I told you, I didn't write over your damn locker. So, go accuse someone else!" She denied again and turned around back to her friends.

I turned her back around to face me, "If you don't confess to this, then I'm gonna…!" I was now getting more pissed than before. It was taking everything in me not to bitch slap her.

"You're going to do what?" She challenged. She knew that I wasn't going to get violent with her. By this time everyone was minding our business. I soon felt someone pull me away from her.

"Troy, let's head to class. She's not worth being called a woman beater for." Chad said and I allowed him to take me away.

"Yeah, Troy, you weren't going to do shit because you're too much of a bitch!" I heard her yell before me and Chad were out of the cafeteria.

Once we were out in the hallways, Chad let go of me. I didn't say anything and we continued to class.

It was lunch time and Ryan and I were sitting together. People were staring at us, but it wasn't all that bad. Most were ok with us, but others, like Gabriella, weren't.

"Troy, I'm sorry about what happened to your locker." Ryan whispered soothingly. He was rubbing my back in attempts to make me feel better. It was working a little bit.

"Ryan, baby, you have nothing to be sorry about. It's that bitch that should be sorry." I said.

"Are you sure that she even did it? I mean, from what I heard, it seemed like she was genuine when she was denying it."

"Ryan, I know she did it. All of those things that she said yesterday, it just makes her guilty." I felt like I wanted to cry. Things were getting too stressful.

"Maybe we should get the principal to check her locker for anything that could link her to it." My boyfriend suggested. I just sighed. "Troy, it will be ok. I'm here with you through it all." He finished off with kissing me chastely on the lips.

"I love you so much, Ryan." I whispered, pressing our foreheads together.

"I know." He smiled. I grinned at him before pulling him up and dragging him out of the cafeteria. I walked us into the auditorium pushed him up against a corner wall. He laughed at my antics and I wrapped my arms tightly around him. He knew what I wanted to do. So, he slowly leaned in and captured my lips with his soft ones. He placed his arms around my neck, caressing my skin. I moaned lightly into our kiss and stroked his sides. Everything in our kisses seemed to calm me down. He had the right touch.

"You ok?" He asked after we broke the kiss. I kissed him softly.

"Yeah, I'm always alright with you." I whispered tenderly. He smiled softly. I love it when he does that.

"Good, because mopey Troy isn't fun. Even though you look cute when you're upset." He said hugging me. I hugged him back. We stayed like that for a few moments. The feeling of him kissing me on my neck and his warmth was all I needed in that moment.

"You ready to go back?" He said pulling away slowly.

"Sure, but first…" I trailed off, placing another kiss on his lips. There was more fire in it than the one before. I rubbed up against him and felt him opening up his mouth to let out a moan. I used that as an opportunity to slide in my tongue. We battled for dominance for the longest time before he let me continue with the control. We made out for five more minutes before we broke away, panting.

"Alright…now we really… have to go." He said between breaths. He looked really sexy out of breath.

"As you wish." I said, letting him lead the way.

Author's Note: So that's chapter 12. Hopefully I can finish this soon. Gabriella was really OOC, but it's the only way my story can work.

I need some ideas on where to go after this chapter. I don't know who could be responsible for Troy's locker. Maybe it was Gabriella, or not? I don't know, please leave suggestions in your reviews.

April