"Come on, Troy. Let's go to the park." She said. Troy smiled at her but she didn't smile back. Troy Bolton frowned. He was seventeen and in a few weeks about to graduate from East High with his girlfriend, Gabriella Montez. These were suppose to be their last few days together before going away for the summer and something was wrong. He knew it.

"What's the matter?" Troy asked as they walked slowly down the blocks. Gabriella had her head down and they were holding hands.

"I...um, Troy..." Gabriella was stuttering. Troy stopped walking. "Come on, talk to me."

"I've gotta to...move." Gabriella said slowly. "My dad got an offer in Chicago and we're moving. I'll be here for graduation but the day after we're moving."

"I thought we we're gonna hang out over the summer." Troy said sadly. Gabriella's eyes began to water.

"I wish we still could but I've got to go to Europe and visit my grandparents then my parents are taking me with them to France to 'spend time together before I go to college'. Gabriella frowned and crossed her arms. Troy frowned too not being able to hide his disappointment or hurt.

"That's cool. We could hang over the breaks and talk on the phone and..." He stopped talking, sensing that there was more. "Do you have anything else you want to tell me?" He had sensed it was coming.

"I think we should break up from now." Gabriella said. The wind began to blow and her hair flew in her face. She brushed it away and said, "I think it would be for the best."

"You're only saying that because you don't know what's going to happen but Gabby-"

"Troy, I don't want to get hurt." Gabriella said a tear falling from her eye. Troy didn't know if he should feel angry or sad.

"I wouldn't hurt you!" Troy said very fustrated. Gabriella's face turned red from pressure. "I know you wouldn't, Troy!"

Troy shook his head angrily and then left her standing there. "TROY!" Gabriella ran her fingers through her hair sobbing and unsure what to do.

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Troy woke up with a start dripping in cold sweat. He wiped his face cursing himself mentally for letting her into his dreams again. He was trying to forget her and it was hard. Even five years later.

Now, Troy was twenty-three years old living in Chicago. He was a lawyer at a very success lawfirm. Even though he was always busy he still had time to think about her. Gabriella Montez.

"Ugh, Troy, are you alright?" Alicia Jason asked sleepily from next to him. She was beginning to sit up but Troy said, "Yeah I'm fine. I was just going to get some water."

"Okay," Alicia said with a beautiful smile. Troy smiled back at her and then got out of the bed.

Alicia was his current girlfriend. She was unbelievably smart, funny, and beautiful. She had long flowing light brown hair and had a model's face. She was always kind and sweet to everyone. Troy should have loved her but he couldn't. They had been friends for a year before becoming a couple but Troy was never able to love her the way he should. His heart was still with Gabriella and, even though he wouldn't admit it out loud, he knew it was true.

He opened the fridge and pulled out the jug of water. "I wonder what she's doing right now..."

"You wonder what who's doing right now?" Alicia asked. Troy turned around quickly to see Alicia leaning on the bar watching him curiously. She was wearing her silk, pink robe.

"My mom. She's on vacation so I was just wondering...you know." Troy said half lying. His mother was on a women's retreat but his question wasn't about.

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"It's one in the morning, Jake!" Gabriella Montez said sadly at her downtown flat in Chicago as she watched her fiance pack for his business trip to Cancoon.

"Don't worry. I'll be back in a week." He grabbed her face gently and looked into her eyes with his intense green eyes. Jake kissed her gently and she couldn't help smirking. "Okay," she mumbled. She then sat sat down on the bed and continued to watch him pack. Troy probably wouldn't do this, Gabriella thought, he would have offered to take me." She sighed and a few minutes later Jake was gone and she was sobbing into her pillow. Something she often did when no one was around. And always for the same reason: Troy Bolton.