THE NEXT DAY

"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!" I heard from my locker as I was trying to stay focused on today, not last night, probably the worst night of my entire life. As I struggled to get my backpack in my locker, all of my binders kept falling out.

"Ugh!" I crammed my binders along with my backpack, trying to make everything fit. Finally, I won my battle, me vs. my locker, getting all of my junk to fit in that one tiny space, and walked over to the school's main bulletin board where Abbi was standing. Now I knew what she was talking about. I looked over to the results for the production and saw this:

CALLBACKS:

ANTHONY: Jason Matthews

Devin Kitchens

JULIE: Abbi Williams

Gabriella Montez

'Oh no' I thought. The good news was I had made it to the callbacks. The bad news was now, Abbi had a very, and I mean very, harsh grudge towards me which meant one thing, war. Just like Sharpay, Abbi had always gotten the lead roles along with her other star, no matter what. She stared at me with her evil eye, telling me to be prepared for anything because anything may just come to you.

"You may think you have the talent, Montez. But you honestly don't. I've gotten all of the main roles in every production ever since kindergarten. You don't stand a chance. Because at the callbacks, you will wish you never were even born." she said to me with the meanest, most sassy tone I've ever heard in my life. Even Sharpay couldn't go to that standard. Then, she walked out of the school's front doors and to the courtyard where her boyfriend was waiting. She was the Sharpay of the school and my worst enemy.

AT EASTSIDE

TROY:

Sweat ran down my body as I headed for the locker room. Pictures of Gabriella popped up into my head, once again. Today, a lot of things had occurred, like new school gossip, but all that really mattered to me today was Gabriella. Last night had been terrible for me. I cried for the first time in a very long time, staying up all night long with mixed emotions. Guilt for even saying we should break up, depression because now I felt all alone even with the population of Eastside and I needed to cry some more, but most of all, pain because I had said I wanted to break up with the only girl that I ever loved with my heart and soul. Everything had gone by a blur. And everyone knew something was up.

"Dude, what's the matter with you? You completely let the team down today at practice. Somethin's up. And I want to know about it. NOW." Chad demanded as he walked beside me.

I paused for a second. "Sorry, Chad. I must be having a off day...or something. But there's nothing wrong with me. Trust me," I told, actually lied, to him.

"Okay. If you say so." Chad walked away, probably thinking I was weird or something, to his locker in the locker room.

ON THE WAY BACK FROM BASKETBALL PRACTICE

"Troy, what happened at practice today?" Dad asked as he stopped at a four way intersection.

"I-I had an off day today. Ok?" I was probably going to scream if someone else asked me why I didn't do as well as I should've done today.

There was a slight pause between us before he said, "Troy, captains on ANY team do NOT have the time to just be off. One day not being on top condition can really make a difference." Great. He just had to give the captain talk, again. I hated that talk.

"Troy, do you understand?" he asked. I was looking out the window with no desire to pay any more attention to my dad.

"TROY! Do you understand?" he asked again.

"YES, I understand!" I practically yelled at him. I looked out the window again, lost in my life.

Then, another picture of Gabriella popped into my head. 'Gabriella, why can't you get of my head so I can at least concentrate on basketball?'

BACK IN NYC

GABRIELLA:

"Get out of my head, Troy!" I said to myself. Ever since I arrived back at the apartment, memories of Troy have flooded my head. I've tried everything to keep me focused on something else: homework, exercise, watch my fave movie, and even eating. But nothing seemed to be working for me. My mind was telling me to get things straightened out with him before I go nuts.

There was one problem, though. We'd broken up, wise Gabriella. Duh!

'I should probably practice for the callbacks tomorrow,' my random thought told me. I got my music out of my backpack and sat on the bed, practicing as hard as I could, hoping I could focus this time.

THAT NIGHT IN THE CHATROOM

TROY:

Troy, what's going on with you? You've been acting depressed these past couple of days.

What do you mean?

I mean there's something up with you.

NO there isn't, Chad!

Yes, there is!

Look, I haven't been myself because I'm not focused.

Not focused?

Yeah.

Then, where has your mind been to?

It's been to...to...ok! I'll tell you the reason why I haven't been myself! You see, the other night, I thought it might be the best idea to stop being girlfriend and boyfriend with Gabriella. So, I mentioned it to her. She then got mad at me and we had the worst fight and...we broke up!

Oh my god, dude! Why didn't you tell me at practice?

I didn't want anyone else to find out about this. Otherwise, Sharpay would be all over me! I've been regretting everything I said ever since and pictures of her keep popping into my mind. I haven't been able to concentrate since. And the worst part is I cry about her every single night! I don't know what to do, Chad!

I'm so sorry, dude! Look if you need me, I'll be right here. And I promise not to tell anyone about this.

Thanks, Chad. I really don't feel like talking anymore. Can we go?

Sure. I'll see ya at school tomorrow, then.

Okay. Bye

Bye.

If you thought Troy was a little too emotional for a guy in this part of the story. Sorry. Trust me. I've heard of a bunch of celebrities (which are guys) who are crushed like Troy when they broke up. Anyways, hope you enjoyed the chapter! Review, please!