Hey everyone! Okay, so I know I promised this chapter a while ago. And I had written it. But then due to circumstances beyond my control, the editing process took a little while. So, to all my readers, forgive me. But, as usual, my editor helped me turn out another amazing chapter. Here it is….

This chapter is dedicated to the people that my editor was telling me about. Hope that's okay with her.

I owe nothing. Shit.

"That's it." Chad announced with a huff as he unbuckled his seatbelt. "I'm going in." He flung his door opened making it wobbled on its hinges and almost slam shut once again before he put a hand out to stop it and turned back to glance at Taylor over his shoulder. "This is ridiculous. We've been sitting here for forty five minutes watching Ryan watch the house where we know Gabi is. But we don't know what he's doing here or what is going on inside that house, what is happening to Gabi." He hesitated at her frightened look and touched her arm. "I'm just going to see what I can find out. I'll be careful. Everyone will be too drunk by now to notice I'm not supposed to be here."
She watched him critically, taking in the way his forehead creased with worry, his eyes narrowed and crinkled at the corner in his ' thinking face'. He was so intense, so volatile. And the worry and dread settled in her stomach as well. For once in her life, she had no idea what to do, what the right answer was. She had no clue how to figure this one out. She let her eyes move from the man beside and land on the man in the car in front of her. Then they continued their journey until they landed on the house.
"Babe?" Chad asked, still looking at her, waiting for her to say something. Tell him what he should do, which way he should go. How could she tell him she had no idea?
Slowly, almost imperceptibly, she nodded, silently telling him she agreed with his plan. But as he made to leap from the car, her hand shot out and grabbed his arm, stopping him in mid motion.
"Wait!" she cried as she spotted a figure moving away from the house, her silhouette illuminated by the harsh lights from the front door, her small, frail body racking with sobs that were drowned out from the music inside. Her awkward, unsteady gait faltered with each step, until finally, as if she could no longer go on, she crumbled into a pile on the grass.
Taylor and Chad watched in shocked silence as they both recognized the smart, proud, beautiful Gabriella Montez collapse onto the ground.
But it seemed as if Ryan, however, had been expecting this, almost as if this was the sign he had been waiting for. He threw opened his door and thundered up the driveway until he reached her. Then, he knelt down and scooped her into his arm. She flung a weak, trembling arm around his shoulder, blinding reaching for the comfort he was offering her.
Ryan moved to his car with Gabi in his arms and placed her into the passenger seat, before getting into the driver's seat and starting the car.
Taylor and Chad slowly got into their own car and followed them back, neither of them saying anything to the other.

Ryan stared at the road in front of him, one hand on the steering wheel, one
drumming the side of the car restlessly. He cast a few quick glances at his passenger, who was huddled in her seat, head buried in her arms. He watched helplessly as her shoulders shook as she took a few deep breathes trying to calm her sobs. He wanted nothing more than to say something, anything that would lessen the pain she was obviously in, but words escaped him. Nothing he could offer her seemed good enough for whatever it was she was silently going through in her head. So, he continued in silence while she tried to pull herself together.
"What were you doing there?" Gabi's voice broke out, causing him to jump slightly at its suddenness.
He marveled at how strong and sure it sounded, not betraying any of the hurt she had been feeling only moment before. In fact, it seemed completely dead, totally lacking in any type of emotion and that startled him as well.
"Why were you there?" She asked again, when he didn't respond. Still, he refused to say anything, instead leaning forward with a forced casualness and flipping on the radio.
"Ryan!" she yelled finally, banging her fist on the dashboard in front of her. "What the fuck were you doing outside of Rick's?"
Ryan sighed as he looked away from Gabi. "I thought you might need a friend there. " He replied still not looking at her.
"You." she replied, without any emotion.
Ryan reached a hand out and placed it on her shoulder. She shook him off, but
he refused to let her dodge him and gently replaced it despite her protests.
This time she grabbed his hand and clung to it with a sense of desperation. He reached up and wiped at the tears staining her cheeks. When he stopped at a red light, he glanced at her at last.

"You feel a little better now?" he asked, cupping her check in his hand.
Gabi nodded tiredly. "Why did you come? Nobody should have come to my rescue, nobody should want to, not after what I did to all of you, not after what I did to Troy." Ryan's shoulders tensed at Troy's name, more than that, it was the way she
said his name that caused the movement. He wanted to yell at her, to tell her that Troy wasn't the one that was here, fighting for her, saving her. He was. He, Ryan, loved her. Still loved her. Instead he fought back the urge and did his best to push his feelings of
frustration away. It wasn't what she needed right then.

"You forget," he said slowly "I wasn't ever really a Wildcat. That isn't the most important thing in my life. Troy, winning, the team, beating the Knights, those things all come in second to what's really important."
"And what is that?" She asked, staring out the window ahead of her.
"My family, my friends, my sister and you. You are the most important thing in my life."

Gabi smiled a little, kissing the back of his hand that she still held, before she let it go, watching as it fell from her grasp.
Ryan watched it fall with a look of regret on is face. Gabi didn't see it.
The light turned green and Ryan turned left.

"Where are we going ?" Gabi asked.
"You'll see" he told her.
A few minutes later, Ryan pulled into a driveway with a large 'E' on it. Cars were parked on either side, music blasted from the house, and Wildcat students milled about the lawn. The Evan's house.
"Oh no. Ryan. Stop, let me out." Gabi protested at seeing their destination. "This isn't fair. Stop! Don't make me do this."
Ryan took a deep breath, steeling himself against her almost begging tone. "You need to see what you've done." He replied as he navigated up the house, carefully avoiding the rowdy drunk kids. He pulled into his spot by the house and reached to the backseat, retrieving a black sweatshirt.
"Here," he said, tossing it at her. " Put this on. No one will recognize you with this on. No one will expect to see you here."
She nodded hesitantly and slipped the sweatshirt over her head.
He lead her into the backyard. She stopped in shock as she was the sight before her.
Troy stood on top of a picnic table, one hand wrapped around a beer can, the other wrapped around a skinny, blond cheerleader. Zeke and Jason stood in front of him, talking in low voices while Kelsi and Martha looked on.
Gabi shrunk back against Ryan, as Sharpay brushed past them with a look of
recognition. Ryan grabbed Gabi's hand and pulled closer the table.
"Okay," Sharpay was saying as they got close enough to hear. "I cleared out the main guest room on the third floor and made the bed for him. Let's get him inside."
Zeke gave her a quick kiss in gratitude, before going towards Troy.
"Wait!" she said, grabbing Zeke's hand. "Where's Chad? He should be helping you."
Zeke shrugged. "No clue. I haven't seen him since Mr. Personality here," he gestured towards Troy, "got on the table. But Chad hates it when he gets like this. Maybe he went off somewhere with Taylor." He gave her a reassuring smile. "It's okay. We can take care of him for one night. Besides, I'm sure Taylor also needs him right now." He turned his attention back to the table. "Okay, Mr. Big Shot, " he announced as he began to untangle Troy from the cheerleader's lips. "Let's get you into a bed."
Troy stumbled off the table, only staying on his feet because Jason and Zeke where supporting him. As he began to stumble away with them, he stopped suddenly causing all three of them to falter in their steps and he turned back to grab something from the table.
Both Zeke and Jason recognized it as Gabi's Wildcat sweatshirt with Troy's name on the back and Zeke patted his friend's shoulder sympathetically.
"C'mon, Troy." Jason said as Troy staggered between them. "Let's go. It'll be nice and quiet upstairs and you can take a nice long nap."
"Wait for me, Troy. " The cheerleader called as she clumsily climbed off the table to follow them towards the house.
Sharpay cut her off quickly with a hand around her arm. " Listen, Michelle, was it? Here's the thing..." her voice trailed off as she lead the skanky girl away from the house, away from Troy.
Gabi looked on in horror as the two boys lead Troy into the house. Ryan watched her as the tears began to fall down her cheeks yet again.
"You have got to stop crying." he said, trying to quiet her tears and keep her from drawing attention to them.
But his words only caused her to sob harder. "He told me the same thing earlier."
"Who told you what?" Ryan asked, pulling her into the shadows under a tree.

"Tony." she replied. "He told me I had to stop crying."
Ryan looked to the doors which Troy had disappeared into. "He doesn't want to be kissing her. He wants to be kissing you."
Gabi laughed, a hollow, mirthless sound. "Even after tonight?"
"Yea," he answered, his voice soft. "Even after tonight."
She sighed and let her eyes follow his gaze to land on the house. "I want to be kissing him, too."
Ryan let his eyes fall to the ground and he kicked restlessly at the grass under his feet, to keep from looking at her. "Then why did you do this?"
She nodded and looked at her own feet for a moment. "You wouldn't understand. I can't tell you."
"Do you love him?" Ryan asked, shuffling his feet.
"Troy?"
"Tony."
Gabi gave him a real laugh, the first he had heard from her in days. "My new boyfriend? Of course, I do."
"No, you don't." Ryan answered, solemnly without looking up at her.
There was no response from her. He stared at her as she looked at the house
before them.
"Stop it. " she muttered finally.
He took a deep breath as he tried to decide what to say. "He needs you."
She shifted her eyes to him for a moment and confusion was written on her face. "Tony?"
"Troy." he said with a nod towards the house.
"He doesn't want to see me." Her voice was quiet and strained as if she were about to cry again.
"He needs you. Go to him." He saw her hesitate, but he cut her off before she could offer up a weak protest. " He won't even remember this in the morning. But right now, Troy needs someone he loves with him. Someone who loves him. He need you with him."
She gave him a quick look, trying to convince herself that he was right. Then with a nod, she turned and started inside.
Ryan sighed deeply as he watched the girl he loved walk away from him. He reached for a drink, only to be startled by a hand connecting with his arm.
"Where is she going? Where did you send her?" Chad demanded from behind him.
Ryan spun around to find both Chad and Taylor both staring at him as if he had done something terribly wrong.
"Upstairs, to Troy." he answered.
"After what she did? Why would you that? She broke his heart you idiot." Chad
questioned angrily.
"She broke hers, too." Ryan whispered as he turned his back on Chad. He felt a hand touch his shoulder softly.

"Are you going to be okay?" Taylor asked, gently.
"Yeah," he nodded. "I'm fine." And he tried as nonchalantly as he could to wipe a tear from his cheek.
"We'll go watch the door. No one should know she's here. It'll just cause trouble." she told him as she dragged a grumbling Chad into the house.

Gabi found herself standing behind a closet door watching as Zeke and Jason helped Troy to bed, as if he were a spirited five year old. He fought them occasionally, refusing to cooperate until they convinced him they were trying to help. That only lasted for a few seconds, before his inebriated mind forgot what they were trying to do and started to fight them again. Both men looked exhausted when they finally won the battle and got him laying in the bed under the blankets.
"Here," Sharpay said, as she entered the room. She went to the bed and held out a glass of water and small blue pill to Troy.
He almost didn't take it, but she smiled down at him sweetly and he blinked at her blurrily before batting the glass away. "It's an aspirin. It'll help you feel better when you wake up. You don't want a big head ache tomorrow, do you?"
Troy mumbled again and turned away from her.
She sat the pill down on the table beside the bed and tried, once again to hand him the glass. Finally, he took it but only so he could put it down on the table beside the pill. Sharpay managed to grab it a fraction of a second before it spilled onto the beige carpet and righted it on the table.
"Come on," She told Zeke and Jason. " Let's let him sleep. He'll be fine until tomorrow." She ushered the two boys out the room and softly closed the door behind them.
Gabi waited for a moment, watching as they disappeared down the stairs and she could no longer hear their footsteps, before sneaking from her hiding place and entering the room. She heard him stir quietly as the lock on the door clicked into place. Turning, she was a bit startled by the sight in front of her.
A single beam of light, from the slightly ajar bathroom door, fell across Troy's face. His hair was messy, far messier than normal. The boys had managed to rid him of his shirt in order to help him be more comfortable, and Gabi could make out the chiseled perfection of his wide, defined shoulders above the blanket. His eyes were closed, resting in the mindless, numbness of his stupor.
She watched him for a long moment, until she unconsciously leaned back against the door, making a soft bump and causing him to stir again.
"Who's there?" he mumbled drunkenly.
Gabi decided not to answer. She steadied herself against the door and raised her hand to her mouth to stifle a sob she knew was raising from the pit of her stomach. Seeing Troy like this, so very drunk and disoriented, scared her. She had never been witness to this side of him.
'Maybe this isn't all for the best. His future won't be fine if he keeps doing this and the present is about as far from fine as it could possibly be.' she thought as she watched him.
"Hello?" Troy called again. Wrestling with the blankets until he had managed a close imitation to a sitting position. " Fine, don't answer me." he huffed.
Gabi still remained quiet, simply standing there, staring at him as he buried his head in his hands.
"Chad, if it's you, I'm not in the mood for one of your lectures. I know you hate it when I drink, But I'm far too wasted to think right now. Preach at me in the morning."
He fell silent for a moment, before his shoulders began to shake. "Besides, you can't blame me this time. This isn't my fault. None of this is myfault. It's Gabi's fault. It's all Gabi's fault."
He flopped back down into the bed, rolling onto his side away from the door as the sound of his tears filled the room.
"I know it isn't you fault. " Gabi answered, from her spot against the door, unable to contain herself any longer. "I know, Troy."
Troy froze and rose slowly from his place in the bed. He turned towards the place in the darkness where the voice had come from and squinted at the door.
"Gabi," he called. "Is that you?"
Gabi took a deep breath, steeling her emotions from what she know was about to come. Whether he remembered it or not, she would. This entire night was full of things she would never forget.
She stepped to the bed and gave him a weak smile as his eyes fell on her face. "Hey," she whispered.
Troy wrestled to the side of the bed as if he were about the get up, he swung his feet to the floor, then stopped, reconsidering the move, he rested his elbows on his knees instead and buried his face in his hands.
"What are you doing here? Isn't there somewhere else you're supposed to be now? Where's your new boyfriend? I'd hate to be keeping you from him." he spat, his tone suddenly had a hard edge, and sharp.
Gabi went to him and sank to her knees beside the bed, placing her hands on his knees. " Please don't do this. Don't say those things. Don't act like you hate me." she pleaded with him.
"How do you expect me to act?" He answered with an exasperated huff "Just get out. Go back to him."
"I don't want to go back to him. I want to be here with you. Please let me stay here." Her voice broke as she tried to hold back a sob.
"You made your choice." He told her, looking down at her with pain written all over his face. "You choose him already. You don't get a second chance."
Gabi felt her shoulders shaking as she raised her eyes to his face. Brown met blue as they stared at each other for what seemed like a lifetime. Finally, she shifted and reached out a shaking hand to touch his, but he jerked it away before it made contact. All she got was the brush of warmth before it was snatched away from her and that caused her to cry harder.
"Please, Troy. Let me stay here with you tonight. Let me help you." she whispered.
His face grew even harder and his eyes burned with fire. " I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!" he yelled, through clenched teeth. Then he flopped back onto the bed, clutching at his head like he was trying to keep it from exploding.
"Oh shit!" he groaned, his voice muffled by his hands. "My head."
"Oh, Troy." Gabi scrambled to her feet. She went to the night stand and grabbed the glass of water before sitting beside him. She helped him sit up and take the pill, and he let her grudgingly, trying hard not to see the look of concern and worry on her face. She sat the glass back down wordlessly and stood up from the bed, turning to leave and give him the space that he wanted.
He reached out and grabbed her hand a second before she was out of his reach. "Don't leave." he mumbled, still not looking at her.
"You said you wanted me to go." she answered, studying him carefully.
He sighed, causing his strong shoulders to shake with the emotions they held. "I don't know what I want right now." he admitted quietly.
Gabi took the opportunity to sit back down on the bed beside him, close enough she could feel the heat coming off his body in waves. "You don't have to know what you want. It's okay. Tonight can't we just forget everything and just be together again, for a while?"
He continued studying the carpet for a few more minutes, as if considering her words, carefully. Then finally he eased back, settling himself on the opposite side of the bed and looked up at her. "Stay with me tonight."
She smiled and kicked off her shoes, before sliding into the comfortable softness next to him for the first time in a week. It felt more like a year to her. She curled next time, molding her soft curves into his hard planes and reveled in the feeling of comfort and safety she felt as his arms slid around her, enveloping her. She felt surrounded by him. His smile evaded her senses, his breath tickled the small hairs on the back of her neck. He was everywhere and she let herself delve into him completely.
He shifted, turning her so that she was laying on her back and he was hovering over her. His hand brushed her cheek and his eyes met hers in the near darkness of the room.
"I love you." he whispered. "I still love you. I'll always love you and I'm sorry for whatever I did to make you stop loving me."
Gabi felt another tear slide down her cheek, falling onto her earlobe with a sudden cold wetness.
"Oh, please babe," he breathed as he brushed at the tears. "You can't cry. Don't cry anymore."
Gabi felt a smile tugging at the side of mouth as she heard the all too familiar words yet again. But this time, she would do it. "For you , Troy. I'll stop crying for you. I'd do anything for you."
Troy settled next to her again, content as he pulled her to his side. Gabi fell asleep listening to the quiet even sounds of his breathing and the thudding of his heartbeat.

Ryan stood outside the bedroom door. It was 4:30 in the morning. He needed to get Gabi back to Rick's before Tony realized that she had left while he slept.
He knocked on the door, softly. No answer. He knocked lightly again. Still no answer. Slowly he pushed the door opened and crept in, careful not to make any noise.
The sight before him broke his heart. Gabi lay in Troy's arms, both of them smiling. The happiest either of them had been in weeks.
He walked over to the bed and leaned over, gently shaking Gabi awake.
"Hmm, what?" Gabi muttered, sleepily. Her eyelids fluttering open. "Ohh, Ryan."
"C'mon Gabi. You got to get back." Ryan whispered.
"Back?"
"To Rick's. Back to Tony." Ryan answered.
"Ohh." Gabi said. She looked at Troy over her shoulder. He was smiling. Gabi kissed him softly on the lips before crawling out of bed. Troy groaned in his sleep and searched for the loss of warmth from his side. She took his hand in hers and kissed his fingertips softly, then. As she got up to leave she noticed what was on the other side of the bed, what Troy had brought up with him. It was her Wildcat sweatshirt. She grabbed it and then followed Ryan out of the room, closing the door behind her.

As she turned, she almost tripped over Chad and Taylor who were sitting in the hallway.
"Morning Gabi." Taylor said. Her head was in Chad's lap and he was stroking her hair.
"Good morning." she replied, not sure where this was going. She looked at Taylor and then at Chad, who was very purposefully staring at a spot on the wall behind her as if she weren't there at all.
"Don't you have somewhere you need to be?" Taylor asked, with a sharp, cutting edge to her voice.
"I have to go, to go back to - " Gabi said.
"We know." the other girl's reply cut her off before she had a chance to finish. "Go."
Gabi turned to leave, unable to stand the look of disproval on her friend's face any longer. But she stopped at the top of the stairs and turned back to them. "Taylor, thank you."
"Don't thank me." she replied, looking up at Chad. "I understand why you're here, but that doesn't mean I'm happy you are."
"Gabi," Ryan said. " We have to go."
She hesitated for a moment, trying to find the words to say that make her best friend forgive her, but nothing came to her and she let Ryan ushered her out of the house.

Gabi stared out the window of Ryan's car, watching the sunrise. She clutched the sweatshirt in her lap. She brought it her nose, breathing in the smell.
"It still smells like him." she whispered.
"I'm sure he thought it smelt like you." Ryan answered, startling her as she realized she had spoken the words out loud. She smiled softly, appreciating his attempt to ease her pain.
"Gabi?"
"Hmm?"
"What did he do you?"
"What?" Gabi turned towards Ryan, confused. "Who?"
"What did Tony do to you?" Ryan clarified, glancing over at her.
"What do you mean?" Gabi asked, her eyes transfixed on the windshield in front her, her face suddenly stony, refusing to betray any emotion.
"You don't love Tony. You still love Troy. You're scarred of Tony. What did
he do to you?" He persisted, intent on finding out why all this was happening.
"Nothing, Ryan." Gabi answered, "Just let it go. I don't want to talk about
this."
"Gabi," he continued, reaching out a hand and placing it reassuringly on her leg. "You can talk to me. Tell me what's going on. "
"Just drop it."
"Gabi, if he's hurting you, if he's doing something to you that is making
you follow him, I can help you."
"It's nothing too bad." Gabi said, brushing off his concern. "Really, I'm okay. It's nothing to worry about. Besides," she shrugged, "it's my own fault. It's better this way."
"What is?" Ryan questioned. "What could possibly be better this way. You and Troy are both miserable. Nothing could be worse that what either of you are going through right now."
"It's my fault this is all happening." Gabi said, trying to explain without saying too much. "And I'd rather take the fall than have any of my friends hurt."
"What about Troy? Are you happy seeing him like this?"
"He'll play well. He'll get into a good college. He'll play there. One day, he'll be in the NBA. He'll fall in love with someone else. He'll be happier this way." Gabi said, once again feeling the beginning of tears at the corners of her eyes. Then suddenly she took a deep breath and put her hand over Ryan's hand that was still on her leg. "Look, I know some of this might sound silly, almost childish. And if this was a story, you could just say that I should tell him everything, that he loves me and he would forgive me. But what if he doesn't forgive me?" Gabi asked, her voice breaking. "This isn't a story, this is my life. And there are no happy endings here."
"Is it really that important?" Ryan wondered. "It's basketball. It doesn't mean anything. Shouldn't the fact that he loves you and you love him matter more?"
"It isn't just basketball. It's his future. He needs to play well this season, to get a scholarship, to have a future."
"So," Ryan said, "You break his heart so that he can have a future."
"It's better this way. It's better then him finding out about us." Gabi slapped a hand across her mouth.
The color drained from Ryan face as he turned to look at her in shock. "So, Tony knows about that. That's why you're doing this? So Tony won't tell Troy about us?" Ryan asked in disbelief. He was silent for a moment and her refusal to reply gave him the answer he needed. Suddenly he was angry, angry at her for hiding what was happening and angry at himself for letting all this happen to begin with. "One kiss Gabi? One kiss that meant nothing to you!" He fumed, unable to hold back his temper.
"It's better for him to think I stopped loving him than for him to think I cheated on him. Especially after the beginning of this year. This way he can move on. Cheating takes longer to move on from. And he can't deal with that right now. Falling apart is different then breaking his heart." Gabi looked at her hands in her lap. "God, I sound pathetic."
"Gabi, I'll tell Troy that it was my fault. That I made you kiss me. They'll never know. No one was there." Ryan pleaded with her. "Let me help you."
"It's more complicated then that. There's more to it."
"It can't be that complicated." Ryan said. "You're breaking his heart by doing this."
"Mine's already broken." she said.

Ryan turned into the street that lead to Rick's. "Gabi,"
"Ryan stop it. Stop it! You don't get it!" Gabi yelled at him. "I have to do this."
"Let me ask you a question, Gabriella!" Ryan yelled back, turning towards her. "Did you have fun at the game, breaking Troy's heart? No? How about at Rick's? With all the Knights? No? Then why are you doing this?"
"You don't get it." she repeated.
"Then make me understand. Tell me why you have to do this." He shouted as he
pulled the car to a stop in front of Rick's house.
" He raped me, Ryan ! Tony raped me. Do you think I liked that? No! And I had to let it happen. I had to protect Troy's future. It's all my fault. If I hadn't kissed you, none of this
would have happened." Gabi jumped out of the car and slammed the door. "Happy now?" She turned and ran up to the house.
"Nothing to bad, Gabi?" Ryan muttered to her retreating back as he sat in stunned silence for a moment, absorbing what she had told him. Finally, he turned the car around and headed back to his house.
Gabi climbed the stairs past passed out Knight students. She found the room where she had left Tony the night before. Quietly opening the door, she slipped inside. There lay Tony, naked and sprawled out, exactly where she had left him. Gabi began to get undressed, piling her clothing onto the floor. She slid back into the bed, trying to not touch him. But he must of felt the bed shift because he turned his head towards her. "Montez?" he asked, reaching a hand towards her.
"Sorry, went to the bathroom."
"Come here." he said, wrapping a hand around her waist and pulling her up
against him. "So, what do you think of our deal?"
"I need more time." Gabi replied, turning her head away from him.
"As long as you're here, you have all the time you need."

Sharpay opened the door to the room where Troy was sleeping.
"Gabi?" he asked, raising his head at the sound.
"No Troy, it's me, Sharpay."
Troy sat up quickly, wincing at the pain that shot through his forehead. "Where's Gabi?"
Sharpay sighed. "I don't know. Don't you remember what happened last night?"
"Gabi," Troy said. "Gabi was here."
"Troy," Sharpay started to say, in a tone that sounded as if she were explaining something to a three year old. "Gabi wasn't here last night. She went to a Knight's party. With Tony."
"No," Troy said, desperately. "No, Gabi was here. She was here."
"Troy," Sharpay said, trying to calm him down. "Drink some water. Relax."
Troy pushed the glass aside and rolled over, away from Sharpay. She went to rub his back but he moved away. "Stop, get out." Troy said, his voice muffled by the pillows. Sharpay sighed, but she turned and left.

Troy breathed in deeply. "I know you were here, Gabi." he said to himself. "I can still smell you in the pillows."
Troy went home later that day and spent the rest of his weekend in his room.
He wouldn't answer his phone or take any visitors. He kept thinking that maybe
he had it coming. Maybe he pushed Gabi, or went to far, or came to close.
Maybe it was just that they grew apart. But he didn't really believe that. And he knew that even though he refused to see them, his friends sat outside his room all weekend, just in case he needed them. But the one person that he wanted to be outside was in her room.
Gabi also sat in her room the whole weekend. But she couldn't stop Tony from
coming over. And there was no one there to protect her.

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