"Oh, please. I'm not the one who knows how to listen?" Gabriella yelled at Troy.
They had been fighting for about twenty minutes.
"Yes! I try to talk, but you just shut me out!" He yelled slamming his fist on the kitchen counter of their apartment.
"Well, I have to work, Troy! I can't have you calling me in the middle of work because 'you just need to talk'!"
"I don't even know what to do anymore, Gaby! You leave early, and come home late! The only time I see of you is the weekends, and then you're too tense to even listen to what I have to say!"
"Troy, you don't understand!"
"I would, if you would ever communicate with me!"
"I don't ask my boss to load the things on me, Troy. I didn't want this to happen! What do you expect me to do, quit?"
"No, I don't expect you to quit, but I do expect you to take at least some time to talk to me, your boyfriend!"
The phone called, completely interrupting their thoughts…and shouts. Troy picked it up angrily.
"Hello…Yes, that's us….Mrs. Danes, please….no, the police won't be necessary. We'll quiet down. Bye."
He slammed the phone down on the counter, while Gabriella sat down with a sad look on her face. Troy just stood there, leaning on the counter. Gabriella put her hands on her head, and Troy just looked down.
"What's happened to us, Troy? When did we start this? I hate it how we fight." She said quietly.
"I don't know. Gaby, this isn't working. I…I think we need to break up. I knew this wouldn't last."
Gabriella saw the tears in his eyes. She nodded, though, in her head, she was screaming 'No!' She got up, walked to her room, shut the door, and bust into tears.
The next day, Taylor and Sharpay were over helping her move out of the apartment.
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