~Chapter 10

Gabriella sighed in relief once everyone was gone. She then looked down at the ground and saw Troy closing his eyes in pain, holding onto his penis. Gabriella took a deep breath and then thought to herself. Should she go and help him? After all she did blow all of his money on a car she really didn't need. But he deserved it! He was being a major ass hole to her! Treating her like dirt on the ground. Gabriella then remembered something her own parents had said to her. You always have to be the bigger person. But should she? Gabriella stood there on the stair's step and deep in thought but it was soon over when she heard Troy groan in pain. Gabriella looked over at him, annoyed and watched as Troy tried to get up with the help of the side table.

"Do you need help?" Gabriella offered. It may be a nice thing to do but Gabriella's voice was harsh and cold. Troy looked over at her, pain in his eyes due to his throbbing penis.

"No," Troy muttered angrily, due to the pain and the fact that his wife just kneed him in the balls. Gabriella threw her hands in the air and rolled her eyes.

"Fine, whatever," Gabriella replied, annoyed. She then walked up the stairs and went over to her bedroom. Troy watched Gabriella leave and sighed. What the hell was her deal?! She thinks she could just spend HIS money, carelessly? Troy shook off the thought and limped over to the great room's couch. Welcome to his bed for the night.

The next day, Gabriella had to wake up early, due to the fact she had to work extra early today. If she wanted to get some of her work done, she would have to do it sooner or later. Gabriella rolled out of bed and went down the stairs to prepare her coffee before she did anything else. She didn't need a cold shower to wake her up, nor, a nice refreshing face wash, what she needed was her coffee before she died of tiredness.

Gabriella walked down the stairs, groggily, and rubbed her eyes. Damn, she needed her coffee fast before she fell down the stairs head first. When she reached the bottom step of the back stairwell, she walked into the kitchen only to see Troy standing there over the sink gulping down, what it seemed to look like, two pills of Advil. Gabriella glanced over at him, quickly, before going to the cabinet and pulling out the coffee maker. She plugged the device into an outlet and went over to the cupboard to get the coffee grinds. Troy put the glass of water he had in his hand down and looked over at Gabriella. She was over by the coffee maker, preparing the well needed drink for them both. Gabriella quickly caught Troy staring at her and looked over at him also. Their eyes locked together, blue meeting brown, but was soon over when Gabriella's gaze towards Troy turned into a death glare. It was pretty obvious she was still mad at him for a reason Troy has not yet discovered. Troy just stared at her, annoyed and angry, before looking away and grabbing the box of Advil tablets with him, in one swift movement.

Gabriella watched as Troy pounded his feet against the floor of the kitchen, not daring to look back over at Gabriella. Gabriella huffed angrily before slamming the box of coffee grinds down on the counter and violently started to put some of it into the coffee maker. He thinks he can be mad at her?! He hasn't even been through half the amount of pain she has been through! Troy glanced at her over his shoulder, and saw she was just as pissed as he was. He then caught Gabriella taking a mug from underneath the counter and slamming it down onto the table. The glass mug shattered into millions of tiny pieces as Gabriella stepped away from the fountain of broken glass falling down onto the ground.

"Shit!" Gabriella cursed, loudly, before looking at Troy who had a smirk wiped across his face. Gabriella saw him smirk an pointed at him, violently.

"Wipe that fucking smirk off your face, Bolton!" Gabriella yelled towards Troy. Troy's smirk turned into an even wider smirk. Gabriella glared in his direction, which seemed to be the only look she had been giving Troy.

"You better clean your mess up," Troy added, walking away from the kitchen. Gabriella let out an irritated shirk before running over to the cleaning supply closet and grabbing a broom and a dust pan.

When Gabriella was just about to head off to work, she was in the kitchen sipping down her coffee while searching for her new car keys. She was dressed in a black Marc Jacobs V-neck, some black skinny jeans and her Christian Louboutin stilettos (Outfit on Profile). She had on her violet Louis Vuitton scarf and across her petite body was a black channel crossover tote. She opened one of the kitchen drawers and checked for her keys but no luck. She heard footsteps stumble into the kitchen and she looked over to the doorway. There stood Troy, looking sexy in a black sleek suit (Outfit on Profile). His hair was hanging over the side of his face and he had his customized Ralph Lauren suitcase in his hand.

Troy walked into the room to grab his coffee. He saw Gabriella standing by the kitchen counter, searching for a particular item. She was opening drawers, and then slamming them shut. Troy went over to a cupboard and grabbed his traveling mug and filled it up with coffee. He was so distracted by the constant slamming of drawers; he spilled coffee on his new suit. Troy slammed down his coffee mug and layed his suitcase on the kitchen counter. He then looked over at Gabriella who didn't even notice Troy.

"What the fuck are you doing, Gabriella?!" Troy exclaimed as Gabriella looked at him, shocked. His tie had a dark smudge on it, while his face had on an angry look.

"What's your problem?" Gabriella scoffed as she stopped what she was doing.

"You made me spill coffee on my new $1, 250 Givenchy tie!" Troy pointed out, showing his stain.

"God, Troy! You're such a girl! Who cares about your damn tie!" Gabriella bellowed as she took a step near Troy.

"Well, I'm sorry some of us can't go to work wearing shit like you, but if I have stains on my wardrobe clients will NOT take me seriously!" Troy cried. Gosh, Gabriella was getting on his last nerves!

"Oh, yeah, I do wear shit to work! You should know! You bought me this outfit!" Gabriella pointed out.

"Why don't you just go to work all ready!?" Troy yelled, frustrated.

"As much as I want to be as far away from you as possible, I can't find my car keys!" Gabriella shouted.

"You mean your new car keys? Oh, yeah, I took them," Troy said, now in a normal tone of voice. He dug into his pants pockets and pulled out the car keys.

"Give them to me now," Gabriella ordered, coldly.

"No, I bought the car, therefore I drive it," Troy added, smirking.

"Troy, just give them to me now," Gabriella ordered one last time, but Troy didn't budge. He just shook his head and held up the car keys in front of Gabriella's face.

"Tuff luck," Troy added, smirking. He then shoved the keys back into his pocket and took a sip of his coffee.

"Now, how am I supposed to get to work?!" Gabriella exclaimed, walking towards Troy.

"Hmm, I guess you didn't think this situation over," Troy muttered, walking over to the sink to rinse the stain off.

"Troy, seriously, I need to get to work, now," Gabriella replied, worried about her situation. She was already late multiple times this year. Who knows what her boss is going to do if she's going to be late, again?

"Call a cab," Troy suggested, blankly. Gabriella looked at Troy shocked and surprised. Did he just tell her to call a cab?! Where was the old Troy?

"What happened to you Troy?" Gabriella questioned, hurt and confused. Troy looked at her weirdly.

"What?" Troy asked Gabriella, as if she was crazy.

"You act like I'm just a person who lives here, someone who you shouldn't have to worry about. I'm not your maid or a person who you can just totally ignore. Do you even remember December 19th, 2008?" Gabriella questioned as Troy looked down, sadly. He didn't even care to answer Gabriella's question.

"You don't remember, do you?" Gabriella questioned, hurt.

"No, I remember," Troy mumbled, looking at Gabriella.

"Prove it," Gabriella instructed.

"It, it w-was the day I proposed to you," Troy answered.

"And?" Gabriella urged on.

"And the d-day we got married," Troy stammered.

"So, you do remember," Gabriella pointed out.

"Why wouldn't I?" Troy questioned, finally locking eyes with Gabriella.

"Well, I sure don't get the vibe that you do remember," Gabriella added, staring back at Troy. She felt a tear streak down her face and she quickly wiped it away.

"I'll just go call a cab," Gabriella announced, as she looked back down at her feet. Troy watched as she walked out of the kitchen, her tears falling against the ground of the room.

Authors Note: I'm soooo sorry I haven't updated in a lonnggg time! I don't have any excuses except that I have school but that doesn't count for anything. I was really stuck on what should happen next so I apologize, again. But please don't stop reading the story because I can't update fast enough! It's a great story and you shouldn't give up on it! And just saying, but this story is almost done… ): Just a few more chapters left…. But hey, would you guys want a sequel? (: