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Prologue
Chad Danforth walked down the hallway of East High trying to avoid the constant glares he was receiving. He groaned and sat against the wall next to a set of lockers. The students were looking at him as if he had something to do with Troy being missing. It wasn't his fault, he was in more pain than all of them combined.
That was partly because he and Troy had gotten in a huge fight before he disappeared suddenly two days ago. It was about something stupid and Chad couldn't even remember it, but it hurt to know he might never get the chance to tell his best friend he was sorry.
Ryan walked down the hall and smiled at Chad sympathetically before continuing his way to his locker. Chad hated the feeling of being hated and now understood what it felt like for Ryan and Sharpay when people called them the Ice Queen and King.
Chad slammed his head into the red locker beside him. He knew it was Troy's. Who would want to take Troy out of Albuquerque? Who could, he was watched like a hawk by everyone because he was so popular. Maybe Troy ran away, but why would he do that?
Kathleen Bolton hit the snooze button on her alarm clock for the fourth time that morning. She didn't have the strength to get up. Troy had been missing for ten days and there was little hope for his safe return. She half hoped they wouldn't learn any news about him because she didn't want to find his dead body mangled in some lake.
She'd rather be able to think Troy was safe than know he was dead.
She slid out of the bed and put on her clothes for work before looking at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red and puffy from another night of crying. She hadn't smiled since word got out that Troy was missing. No matter how bad she looked, she knew she had to go to work and trudge through the day because Troy wouldn't have wanted her to stay on the couch and sulk.
Gabriella Montez sat on the bench at Troy's secret spot, tears slowly rolling down her face. She hadn't cried for Troy until now, three weeks after his disappearance. The bell rang but Gabriella didn't move. She hated the looks that she got from the students. They held pity and sadness.
But Gabriella was filled with regret.
Regret that she never told Troy any of the words she longed to tell him. Tell him that she liked him as more than a friend, that he was drop dead gorgeous, that he was the sweetest guy she ever met.
But most of all that she couldn't live without him.
Jack Bolton sat in the top row of the bleachers looking down at the court below. Every time he looked all he saw was Troy. Troy at eight making a lay-up, Troy at ten shooting a foul shot, a thirteen year old Troy showing off for a girl who was watching him, just Troy sitting there as if he was competing in a staring contest.
There was nothing Jack hated more than seeing the court with illusions of Troy running around. His son was dead, he just knew it. There was a feeling of void in his heart and a pang of guilt when Troy's name was spoken. Had he paid more attention to what Troy wanted instead of his own selfish needs, maybe he wouldn't have lost his son.
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