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"Gabriella? It's me, Troy."

My heart was thumping in my chest, I didn't know what to say, and my head was pounding, and I had just woken up. Let's just say that I wasn't exactly in the best state to talk to my ex-boyfriend, the only boyfriend I had ever had, who I had just found out was having a baby with my enemy.

"Troy? Oh, um, hey," I slurred my words together, doing my best to sound calm. I think I sounded more drunk, though.

"Hi. Sharpay told me your number. I didn't realize it was still the same from high school!"

"Oh, er, yea, after paying for medical school, a new cellphone wasn't exactly on my highest priorities."

"I understand. Anyway, I was wondering if you were free for lunch?"

"Will Sharpay be there?"

"No, she has some yoga she has to do every day around 11."

I almost sighed in relief. Instead, I said, "Oh, what a pity she won't be joining us. I'd love to come to lunch."

After making arrangements for when and where to meet, with a nervous fluttering feeling in my stomach all the time, we said our goodbyes and I was left, wondering how I had managed to end up leaving from a hospital for a lunch date with the previous love of my life.

When I got to the café they had arranged, I anxiously went inside. There, at the first table, was Troy Bolton. A little older, fitter, and more mature-looking, but definitely Troy Bolton. I felt my breath leaving me as I relived some of the best and worst moments of my high school years, knowing that Troy had not yet seen me.

As they waited backstage for the curtain to open Gabriella, pretty near to hyperventilating, told him that she couldn't do it, that she couldn't sing in front of all those people.

"Shh…" he whispered, putting his finger to her lips. "It's okay, I'm here for you. Don't let them get to you, just imagine that you're only singing with me…" he trailed off as he leaned forward, kissing her. She felt a shock of electricity all throughout her body as she had her first kiss. Some people might say it's pretty sad, having your first kiss at 17. But she thought that as long as it was with somebody like Troy Bolton, it didn't matter how old you were.

When the curtain opened, Gabriella was flushed, pretty, and confident. She sang her part with strength and enthusiasm.

"Hey, Troy!" I said, happy with that memory in my mind. As he turned to me, smiling, I swear my heart stopped.

"Gabi! Wow, you look amazing! It's been so long!"

I blushed at the compliment and the use of my high school nickname, which nobody had used for me in the past 10 years. "Yeah, I know. That it's been so long, I mean. Uh, not that I look amazing," I blushed more, stumbling with my words.

"Haha, yeah, I know what you mean. Oh, sit down! I ordered you a cappuccino since that's what you always liked before. Sorry if I was wrong."

"No, no, that's great! I can't believe you remembered!" I said, trying not to blush too much.

"So, how are you? I mean I know you're a doctor, but what else? Do you have a boyfriend now? I'm sure you can't have been single for this whole time!"

Couldn't help myself, I blushed some more. "Actually, I have, and even though Ryan's been after me, I don't really want to go out with him right now. There's not really much else, though. But how are you? Other than looking forward to being a father."

"I'm fine, but Shar's kind of strangling me with all her rules. She always calls me during basketball practice, I'm a coach now, and she'll almost never let me out of the house without her. I don't really know what's up with her, but I hope she snaps out of it. I think it's probably just the baby."

"Oh, yeah," I responded, but the way he said "the baby" made it sound more like an imaginary thing, the way one might talk about a fairy unicorn or a flying pig. I wasn't really sure how to react to this, and the rest of the lunch went past with few sensitive topics about our senior year in high school touched and almost nothing shared except a few things about our lives now.

"Okay, Gabi, I guess I'll call you later then. See you 'round!" Troy said as we both got up to leave. We hugged, somewhat awkwardly, and went in separate directions.

The rest of the day went past without much distinction, unfortunately just leaving me brooding about the meeting. I finally got into bed that night around 9:50, taking advantage of one day when I wasn't working for over 24 hours.

Gabriella turned the corner, going to her and Troy's usual meeting place on the roof. As she got up to the last stair, thinking about what they would talk about, she heard a noise. It sounded like one of the flower pots had fallen over. As she got completely up the stairs and turned around, she saw what had caused the flower pots to fall. It was Troy and Sharpay, kissing.

"Troy! Sharpay! What are you doing?!" Gabriella yelled, not worried about who might be listening in the level below.

"What's it look like, Montez?" Sharpay smirked, pulling herself closer to Troy, who had a distressed look on his face.

"Look, Gabi-"

"Don't call me that!" Gabriella screamed. "Only my friends can call me that, and you, Troy Bolton, are most certainly not my friend. Stay away from me! Never even talk to me again!"

"Aww, look at little Montez. So immature. Listen, Montez, he's with ME now, so don't even try and get him back," Sharpay said, her voice high, moving towards her. As she came close enough, speaking taunting words, Gabriella did something that she would regret for the years to come.

She pushed her down the stairs.