"Gabs," Troy sighed. "Would you, please, let me talk this time?"

"That depends," I said looking away from him.

"Gabs, the kissing thing," Troy started.

"Troy, I got it!" I said, "It should not have happened."

Troy looked me as I kept avoiding his glance, "so you are okay with it?" he asked.

I shrugged, "I guess the happy girl just left once again. Goodnight Troy," I said and closed and locked the door before he could even response on that.

I sat down on the floor in the hall as the tears once again ran down my face. How could I even think that those kisses should have happened? How could I be so stupid to think that Troy for once would actually care for me like that? The doorbell rang again; I knew it was Troy, who was still there.

"Troy, just leave me alone!" I screamed as the tears fell.

"Gabs, let me talk to you," he yelled back. He sounded like he was crying.

"No," I said loud enough for him to hear me. "I do not want to talk right now, Troy! Just leave me alone!" The tears kept falling down my face. I heard Troy's steps on the front porch and then he was gone. I slowly got up from the floor and looked out the window. The street was dark and empty.

I went up to my room and took my phone and dialed a number.

"Gabs?" the person said as the phone got picked up.

"Could you…" I stopped, "could you come over?" I cried.

"I am on my way," was all there was said and then the person hung up.

I went downstairs and sat on the steps until I heard steps on the front porch. I looked out the window to see the person I had called and opened the door.

"Chad," I cried as I had opened the door.

"Gabby, what is wrong?" he asked and came over to me and hugged me.

"It should not have happened…" I cried as I fell to the floor once again.

"What should not have happened?" Chad asked and closed the door and locked it, and then sat down beside me.

"The party…" I cried.

"What? Gabs, come here," he said and pulled me into him, he slowly rocked me. "Now try to relax and then tell me what happened," he said softly.

"The party at Shar's place…" I said sobbing. "Some guy bumped into Troy…" I sobbed, "And then he spilled his beer over me, so I had to go change." I sighed, "so we went into his room and after I had changed, we were sitting in his bed, just talking…" I let the tears fall.

"And then what, Gabster?" Chad asked as he removed some hair from my wet cheeks.

"We…" I sobbed and looked up at Chad, "we kissed…" I mumbled.

"But is it not a good thing?" Chad asked knowing that I had been completely in love with this guy ever since I met him.

"Troy said…" I cried even harder, "that it should not have happened."

"Why?" Chad asked looking down at me with eyes filled with worries.

"I do not know…" I cried and hid my head in Chad's chest.

"Did he not explain why?" Chad asked stroking my back.

"I left…" I cried, "I could not hear it… I would not hear it…" I cried harder now.

"Gabs," Chad said pulling me closer to him. "It will be okay, sweetie, I promise you, it will be okay."

I cried into Chad's chest. "Why would he kiss me, if it should not happen?" I cried.

Chad did not answer. He knew I was asking myself more than him. I cried for almost an hour, and Chad just sat there with me.

"Thanks," I sobbed as I slowly pulled back from Chad's chest.

"Anytime Gabster," Chad said and half smiled.

"Would you stay the night?" I asked.

"Yeah," Chad smiled, "I have to make sure that my best friend is okay, right?"

I nodded, "yeah."

We went upstairs and went to bed.

Days passed, I did not talk to Shar, nor did I talk to Troy. I was home alone the most of the time, because my parents had to work. And it did not bother me at all. Soon I had to start school again, yay… or not! When I was at home I could avoid Troy by being at home, but at school… well, it would not be completely impossible to avoid him, but… yeah, it would not be easy to avoid him all the time.

I sighed as I took my bag and went downstairs to grab some breakfast.

"Are you ready for your first day back, Gabby?" my dad asked as I sat down in front of him.

"Yeah, I guess," I smiled.

My mom sat down beside me. "So, what time are you home today?"

"I do not know yet," I said, "but before you."

My dad chuckled, "yeah, that is probably right."

We ate our breakfast and then I had to leave for the bus.

"Bye mom, bye dad," I called from the hall.

"Bye sweetie," my dad called.

"Bye honey, have fun," my mom called.

"Yeah right, have fun at school, mom," I mumbled for myself as I went out to the street.

I turned on my iPod as I walked down the street to the bus stop.

I got into the bus and took a seat and soon I reached the school, where I was everyone else went to my locker and put my things before I went to my class.

I sat down by my desk as I always did, and soon Chad came in.

"Gabster," he smiled and took the seat beside me.

"Hey Chaddy," I smiled.

"How are you today?" Chad asked as he turned towards me.

"Fine, I guess," I shrugged and looked down at my hands.

Chad nodded, "just remember that I am here no matter what, right?"

"Yeah, and me too," Taylor said as she sat down on the top of my desk.

"Thanks guys," I half-smiled.

The day passed by slowly, and as I sat in class for the last lesson that day, where we were working on our own in math, I saw Troy run around outside with his classmates playing soccer. They were probably having PE.

"Gabriella?" I heard the teacher say.

"Uh, yeah, sorry," I said and looked down into my book, trying to look like I was actually making the math.

"Are you okay?" Taylor asked me whispering.

I nodded, "yeah, I guess I am."

As the lesson ended I picked up all of my stuff and went to my locker to get my things, so that I could go home.

On my way home in the bus my phone started ringing and I picked up. It was Benjamin, who wanted to hang out. So we agreed that he should come to my place when I got home. We had a great afternoon, just talking and fooling around. Later that night after I had dinner with my parents, I went upstairs to my room to make some homework. I sat down and took out my math book and started to work on it, but I could not concentrate, so I gave up and went to take a shower.

I felt empty. How could Troy have this much infect on me and my life? It was not like we had been together… we had just kissed… nothing more… I should not be this upset with it. Still his words kept repeating inside my head "it should not have happened."… I felt the tears run from my eyes again as I stood there under the hot water that ran down my body. I got out of the shower and grabbed my towel, and wrapped it around my shivering body.

I went into my room and found some clothes to sleep in and put it on. Then I took my iPod, a block of paper and a pen, and went out on my balcony and sat down. I put the headphones on and pressed play. I started to write down everything I felt towards Troy and what had happened, and as I wrote the tears started to run down my face.

I ended the writing with:

"Love hurts when you break up with someone. It hurts even more when someone breaks up with you. But love hurts the most when the person you love has no idea what so ever… and Troy, I love you, but you have no idea of that, well until now… nothing is more painful than realizing that those kisses we shared meant so much to me, but nothing to you… "it should not have happened", those words kept running through my mind as I was at practice the other day, and when I got home. It hurts. I keep trying to pretend that I am not caring about it, but do you not see that I care? That you broke my heart…"

I let the tears fall and looked up into the sky as my iPod started to play "You can't break a broken heart"… I sighed and stood up and walked inside and closed the door to my balcony and draw the curtains and went to bed after turning off my iPod.

The next morning I stood up and went to school like always. Only that day I took my bike.

As I stood in front of my locker taking out my books for social studies, Troy came up to me.

"Gabs, can I talk to you?" he asked looking at me with pleading eyes.

"Why?" I asked and looked into my locker again avoiding eye contact with him.

"Because I really need to talk to you," he said.

I sighed, "Troy…"

"Gabby, please," Troy said.

"Meet me on the soccer field after school then," I sighed.

"Okay, thanks," he said and tried to smile.

I nodded and walked off to my first class. And as the day before it went by slowly, nothing really happened. I just sat there looking at the teacher, trying to concentrate.

"Gabs," someone snapped their fingers in front of me.

"Huh?" I looked up confused.

"Are you okay?" Taylor asked me.

"Yeah, I am fine, just… tired," I sighed and stood up grabbing my things after realizing that class was over.

Truth to be told, I was not fine… not at all… but she did not see it.

Taylor and I went to the next class… math… yay, welcome to Hell! The day passed and I made my way to the soccer field to meet with Troy. He was already there waiting for me.

"Hey," he smiled at me as I walked up to him.

"Hi," I sighed, "so what do you want to talk to me about?"

"Are you going to let me finish this time or?" Troy looked at me.

"I guess, I will let you finish," I sighed and looked at him.

"Thanks." He took a deep breath. "Okay, about the kissing thing from the party…"

"Troy, I already said it was okay. It should not have happened, I freaking got that!" I said looking at him. I felt the tears were about to come to my eyes and I looked down.

"I know that," he said, "but…" he sighed. "It should not happen, because I do not want anything to go wrong between us or you and Shar."

I looked at him, "anything else?"

"Is that all you have to say, Gabriella?" he asked me confused.

"What more is there to say, Troy?" I asked feeling completely emotionless. "Should I start crying and yelling at you? Should I break down and tell you that I love you? Is that what you want?"

"Gabs," Troy tried, but I cut him off.

"No, Troy! I will not break down crying over this! It was you, who asked where the happy girl went, and when she finally came back after that freaking kiss that night, you told her, that it should not have happened…" I looked up at him with tears in my eyes. "Great job, Bolton! So if you do not have more to say, then I will leave."

Troy looked at me surprised, yet confused, "the happy girl came back?" he asked stupidly.

"No, she just left again," I walked off with the tears running down my face.

"Gabs!" I heard him call after me, but I refused to look back. I refused to break down in front of him.

I took my bike and rode away. I had no idea of where I was going, I just had to get away.

Suddenly I found myself standing in front of a very well known house. I sighed and looked up at the window in the room I had spent so many times in. I took a deep breath and went up to the door and rang the bell…