A/N: Thank you all for the reviews. I had no idea I would get that many. Okay, so here is chapter 2!

The next morning, Gabriella woke up to a dark room. She groaned, pressing the 'snooze' button on her alarm clock. She turned over, burying her face in the pillow. She didn't want to get up. Ugh, she wasn't very much of a morning person.

Eventually, her alarm made the second wake-up call. She pulled her covers off of her face and rubbed her eyes. She turned to her side, and turned on her lamp. Yawning, she got up and opened her curtains. She squinted at the newly shining light and made her way to her dresser.

After pulling her shirt over her head and getting it straight on, all the memories of last night flooded back to her. She couldn't remember if it was real or not. Was she really moving? No, she couldn't. It had to be a dream. She then remembered it wasn't a dream. It was all real. She knew it had to be true, walking into the bathroom, and taking one look at her red, puffy eyes.

She brushed her flattened curls and put it up in her best attempt of a ponytail. She applied a thin coat of mascara over her lashes. Walking into her large bedroom, everything came to her. She would have to leave everyone. She would have to leave her life here. She just couldn't come to face the facts at how hard it was going to be. She put her head in her hands and let her tears pour out. She leaned against the wall, and slid down.

"Gabi!" Her mom called from downstairs. "You're going to be late for school."

She got up and wiped her eyes, trying to make it seem like she never cried. She sniffled, straightening her shirt. She grabbed her book bag and trailed it downstairs with her.

Her mom greeted her at the bottom step, smiling, "Hi. It's about time you got up."

She brushed past her and sat at the table, ready to eat the breakfast her mom set out.

Ms. Montez sighed and sat beside her, "Gabriella?" She looked up at her mom without saying a word.

"How are you?" Her mom asked. She seemed sympathetic. Gabriella knew it wasn't her mom's fault that they were moving. She just had no one else to get mad at.

"Fine," she took her bowl to the sink, and finished up her milk.

"Honey, I know you're still angry, but you have to know that if I could stay here, in Albuquerque, I would. I don't have a choice."

"I know. Well, you could always quit your job," she muttered the last line.

"What?"

"Nothing. I have to go to school. I'll see you later," she faked a smile and walked out of the front door. She started walking down her block, and then remembered that Troy usually picks her up at her house on the way to school. How could she forget? That's what she looks forward to the most.

Although, she felt bad about not waiting, she kept walking, not even wanting to face Troy. What if she did, and her tears burst out? Then he would ask what was wrong, and she would just look like a fool.

"Gabriella!" A voice called behind her. She stopped and spun around to see Troy running towards her. She groaned, pushing back a strand of hair, hanging in front of her face.

"There you are," he smiled. "I didn't know where you were, so I asked your mom, and she said you already left. Why didn't you wait?"

She stared at him blankly. Should she tell him? Would it make the rest of the walk silent? She decided to keep silent... for now anyway. "Um... I don't know."

"Oh," he said, flatly.

"I guess I just forgot," she said and kept walking.

He caught up to her, touching her arm, softly, "Wait!"

She slowed down, feeling his hand touch her arm. She liked the feeling and never wanted it to go away.

"Why didn't you call me back last night?" He said, breathless. She looked at his messy hair, dreamily. She then stared at his deep, blue eyes, wordless.

She then snapped back to reality, realizing he just said something, "Sorry. What?"

"You said you were going to call me back, but you never did. What happened?"

"Oh, um... I forgot," she lied once more.

He chuckled, "You seem to be doing that a lot lately. You okay?"

She just wanted to hug him and cry into his shirt and tell him that nothing was going right. "Everything's fine."

"Okay..." he said, suspiciously, before they began walking again.

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When they arrived at school, they had Mrs. Darbus first. Troy had noticed all morning that Gabriella was acting a little different. She seemed irritated this morning when he ran into her by her house, and she seemed more distant then usual.

After class, Gabriella got up and met with Taylor in the hall. She had a disappointed look as Gabriella neared her.

"What?" She said, seeing Taylor's face.

"What what?"

"Why are you looking at me all weird," she said, with a sigh.

"Gabriella, no offense, but... you don't look so good," she said, picking up a piece of her hair on her head and then dropping it back.

She knew Taylor was right, but does that mean everyone thought she looked terrible? Troy just had to come to school today, "I know."

"Why?" She asked, ears ready to listen.

"I'll tell you after school," she whispered, thinking that if she told her now, she might start to cry. Just looking at Taylor made her want to cry, knowing she was probably never going to see her again.

"Okay," she said, eyeing her. "Is everything alright?"

Gabriella could feel a tear make it's way to the outside of her eyes, but she quickly pushed it wiped it away. She shook her head and sniffled.

Taylor put her arm around her, "Okay. Sshh. We'll talk about what happened after school."

She nodded, walking into the girl's bathroom. After she was done washing her face and cleaning up, she walked out.

After school, her and Taylor sat outside the school. Everybody was rushing to get to their bus. She didn't know where Troy was. She really wanted to walk home with Troy, but she knew she needed to tell Taylor.

"Okay, so what's up?" She asked, looking into her eyes.

Gabriella wiped her tears and then spoke, "I'm moving."

"What?" Taylor replied, acting like she didn't hear what she just said. "Did you just say your... m-moving?"

She nodded, and put her head in her hands, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. I'm pretty sure it's not your fault," she said, putting her arm around Gabriella, comforting her. "Why?"

She sniffled and choked out her words, "M-my mom's company... transferred h-her back to S-San Diego."

"No," Taylor trailed off. "I don't believe this."

"I know. She said we wouldn't move!" She cried.

"Hey, Gabriella, are we walking home?" Troy asked, coming up to them. As soon as he saw her he kneeled down next to them, "Hey, hey, hey. What's wrong?"

She continued to sob into Taylor's shirt. He mouthed 'What's wrong?' to Taylor, but she just ignored him.

"Gabriella?" He asked.

She shook her head, without looking at him, "Just... just go home without me today."

"What's going on?" He asked again.

"Just go, Troy," Taylor whispered to him.

"Okay," he muttered and walked away, completely confused of what was going on.

Gabriella lifted and Taylor looked at her, "So, I take it you haven't told Troy yet?"

She let out a soft laugh and shook her head, "No."

Taylor just looked up at the sky, "You're leaving," she stated. "When?"

"In three months."

"Gabriella..." she trailed off. "I really, really don't want you to go."

"I don't want to leave at all. I'm going to miss everything here."

"Especially Troy," she mumbled.

Gabriella shot up, "What did you just say?"

"Nothing."

"Did you say I was going to miss Troy?"

"Well... kind of," she giggled. Gabriella gave a weak face and covered her face again. "Aren't you?"

"Of course," she cried. "I'm going to miss him, and I don't know how to tell him."

"You told me."

"I know, but I don't get nervous around you. I haven't even told Troy how I really feel," she said, unhopeful. "And by the looks of the situation, it doesn't seem like I'll ever be able to."

A/N: Thank you so so so much for reading! What did you think? Depressing? Sorry. Okay, so please review! I'd love that! LOL