oh my gosh! Thank you for all of the reviews! I have never gotten that many in one chapter before! i know for some people 11 reviews aren't that much but for me... oh my gosh! i am so happy! Ok… here is chapter 2! I hope you like it! I decided to have a little diary of Gabriella's. I'll have her write in it a little each chapter maybe… and it's all Gabriella's POV unless said otherwise…

May 15th

Today my math teacher pulled me aside and asked why my grades were falling. I told her I was distracted and not sleeping enough. She told me that I'd been getting really bad grades and they had to take me out of the fast pace math and put me in normal math… his class…

I don't know if I want to leave in a week or not. I know I can't wait for him forever. Ever since Mom died I don't know what to do. My Aunt Lea, the one who's staying with me until I have to leave with her, doesn't listen to me as well as Mom. I could talk to Mom about anything. The only thing is I haven't been able to visit her grave yet… I don't feel strong enough. I want to talk to her before I leave, but I don't feel ready. Half of me doesn't want to leave. Mom's here. I don't want to leave her like we left Dad.

I don't know what to do. Everything's so messed up in my head. I can't think properly anymore. Every time I try not to think about him or Mom I do! It's so hard! I just want everything to go back to how it was. Troy and I together, Mom at home waiting for me to come home from school, and a whole group of friends to help me through times like this. But I know that that's impossible.

I have to go. Aunt Lea's calling me for supper… hopefully it isn't Beef like last night… I swear that it was dried dirt…

Gabriella

My Aunt Lea wasn't really calling me, I just didn't know how to say anything else that was running through my mind right then.

I decided to go for a walk to talk my mind off of things. I put my pink sweatshirt on over my light pink tank top. I was wearing matching sweatpants. I wasn't very dressy anymore. I slid my tennis on and walked out the door.

I walked down the street and ended up in front of his house. I stared at it for a moment before turning and walking away. I didn't even remember walking there.

I pulled my sweatshirt around me tighter as the cool breeze blew hit me slowly. I shivered and kept walking. The next place I found my self was the park. A place that I often went to. I'd go to think or write in my diary. Sometimes I'd bring a book and sit on a bench by the pond. Today I didn't bring anything. I decided to walk around the pond.

I stared at the ground as I walked around. I thought about everything that happened in the last week or so. I was so lost in thought I didn't notice the person walking the opposite way. I ended up lying on the cold, damp ground. It had poured last night. I looked up and tears flooded my eyes. Not because I hurt, but because of who I was staring at.

"Gabriella…" Troy said slowly. I blinked away my tears and stood up.

"T-Troy…" I said quietly. I knew that this was my chance to talk to him but I couldn't. He stared at me. In his eyes I could see anger and hurt. I felt more tears welling up in my eyes and decided to leave before I made my self look like a fool. I bit my lip and turned around walking away from him.

"Hey!" I heard him call. I looked back. I saw him running over to me. I turned back around and kept walking.

"Gabriella wait!" He said stopping me. I stopped when I heard him say my name. I thought he didn't want to talk to me. I looked at him.

"Why did you miss the musical?" He asked me angrily. I stared at him speechless. I kept telling myself to tell him why. But how could I tell him when I could hardly talk?

"Tell me," He said narrowing his eyes at me.

"M-my mom-" I started to say but was cut off by Troy.

"Don't tell me your mom wouldn't let you!" He said madly. "I can't believe you would lie and just say your mom wouldn't let you!"

"I'm not lying," I whispered.

"Then tell the truth!" He yelled. I stared at him in shock. He had never yelled at me like that.

"I-I… my mom… we…" I stammered. All the words were getting lost in my head. I shut my eyes to try to keep the tears in but they fought their way through and streamed down my face. I let out a sob and sat on the wet ground. I couldn't stand it anymore. I could hardly talk, no one knew why I missed the musical, and most importantly I lost my loved ones.

"I guess you can't tell me," Troy said quietly. He gave me one more look of sadness and walked off. I wanted to scream for him, call out his name but all that would come out was a quiet sob. I thought that he had loved me… but I guess I was wrong…

When I had recovered from my tears I made my way back to my house. I passed his house and stopped again. I don't know why I kept walking by, but I couldn't help it. It was a habit. I wiped my eyes to stop the tears and closed them tightly. I opened them a few seconds later and walked on giving his house one last glance.

Troy's POV:

I can't believe Gabriella wouldn't tell me why she missed it. Something's different with her but I can't figure out what. I don't know what happened to me but all of a sudden I couldn't talk to her anymore. I don't know why. I guess I was mad… after all I had to kiss Sharpay in front of a few hundred people… ew…

At the park today she seemed so… different. She was all nervous and she wouldn't talk to me. I feel a little guilty for blowing her off and just ignoring her, but she deserves it… right? I don't even know if I'm doing what's best! I asked Chad, but he said that if something really happened that Gabriella would tell us. But we haven't acknowledged her when she tried. And besides, it isn't like Gabriella to tell us when something happened. She'll try to keep it bottled up… which if that is the case, maybe we should talk to her. Last time she kept something bottled up inside, she was slipping farther and farther away. But she's already distant now. Maybe something did happen. But if something did she would have told me at the park.

I'm so confused and I don't know what to think. I thought she loved me like I love her. But if she loved me she would have told me what was the matter… maybe I seemed angry… ok I must have. I was a little mad, but I didn't mean to yell or anything. Now I'm feeling bad… great.

But maybe I should feel bad. I mean, she's my girlfriend, or was my girlfriend. Actually we never officially broke up. So would she still my girlfriend? God, this is so confusing. But I blocked her out of my life. So I should feel bad… right? Maybe not, because I would have listened if she tried to talk to me.

But she did try to tell me at the park. But I just left her. So I should feel bad. Maybe I should go over and talk to her. But what if she doesn't want to talk? I could always force her, but then she'd probably get upset or maybe worse… scared. I could try asking for her to forgive me… I could climb up her balcony again. But how I've been treating her she might call the cops and tell them there's a trespasser on her balcony. Maybe I'll just knock on the door. But what if Ms. Montez tells me that she's busy with 'home work and such?'

Gabriella's standing out side my house now. She doesn't see me, but I see her. I want to run down and talk to her, but I might startle her. I might scare her and she might never talk to me again. I don't want to lose her.

She's walking away now. I want to go catch her! I can't, I keep telling myself. I want her so bad, but she doesn't want me.

I decided to walk to her house. I put on a sweatshirt and walk out side and work my way to her house a few blocks away.

Gabriella's POV:

I get home and walk in the front door. I walk up stairs to my room. I collapse on my bed and sigh. I wish that none of this happened. I'd probably be sitting on my bed with Troy doing homework or talking if it wasn't for the red rusty pick up truck that ran a red light. I would be laughing with Troy happily.

I haven't laughed in awhile. I haven't even smiled since it happened. I think my Aunt Lea noticed, but she doesn't say anything. She hates me if you ask me. I don't know for sure, but she treats me like dirt.

I hear the door bell ring. I get up to go get it since my Aunt is gone shopping right now. I take my time going down the stairs in no particular rush. I open it.

My eyes widen as I see who's standing on my porch. I make to close the door. But his foot catches it on the way. I'm trapped. I have no choice but to talk to Troy Bolton…