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"I know what I saw!"
Troy pounded against the wall of Gabriella's bedroom. Why doesn't she get it? He wondered. Why can't she understand?
Troy had come directly to Gabriella's house after the cemetery. He had told her exactly what he had seen. The basketball, Chad's ghost, everything. And still, she was looking at him with that look that showed that she thought that he belonged in "The Loony Bin."
"Why can't you just except that I saw Chad's ghost?" Troy fumed, taking Gabriella by the shoulders.
"Troy," Gabriella stated calmly. "Troy, there is no such things as ghosts. What you saw was a-"
"Was a what?" Troy demanded. "Was a what, Gabriella? A hallucination? Troy Bolton going off his rocker again?" Troy was spitting out words before he could think about them. It was only at the end of his rant that he saw the hurt look on Gabriella's face.
"Troy, you know that I don't think you're crazy." She started. "But you have to admit, you're-"
Troy cut Gabriella off again. "I'm what, Gabriella? What am I?" He advanced towards her until the two teens were only inches apart.
"You're a little obsessed with him, Troy!" Gabriella shouted the words, and bit her tongue when they had left her mouth, but it was already too late.
"Obsessed? Gabriella, you barely knew him. You, Taylor, everybody. Nobody can have any idea what he meant to me. What he still means to me." For once, tears didn't come to Troy's eyes as he talked about Chad. Only cold anger and bitterness entered his words.
"You've gone to that cemetery every day. You quit the play-" Gabriella paused.
"Troy, it's like I hardly know you anymore." Her voice was quieter now. She was being serious. "You've been gone who-knows-where everyday." She tapped his head lightly. "Where are you when you're alone, Troy?" She paused again.
"Where are you when you won't look at me?" Another pause.
"Where? Answer me that one thing, Troy. Where are you?"
Troy looked away from Gabriella, out the window. He breathed in, then looked straight at Gabriella, wiping a tear from her cheek. "I'm with him." He whispered quietly.
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