Gabriella was trying to snatch the phone away from Massie, while at the same time thinking,

"Please, Troy. Don't answer the phone, please."

While Massie was trying to keep the phone away from Gabriella, she was saying that it was

for her own good.

MEANWHILE

Back in Albuquerque, Troy Bolton was sitting alone in his too empty apartment. He was

sitting around looking at a photo album which consisted of pictures from high school, from

the basketball team to random pictures with the gang. As he was nearing the end, there were

more and more pictures of just him and Gabriella. When she left for Los Angeles, she had

left Troy feeling like there was no reason to live. His basketball game was not as good as

it was back in high school when he was with the girl he loved.

Suddenly, his cell phone started vibrating in his pocket. He reached down and grabbed it,

reading the caller ID.

"Gabriella?" he asked himself. "It couldn't possibly be her," he

thought, "or could it?"

His finger moved back and forth from the answer key to the ignore

key. All the emotions of how he felt the day she left took over his body, fueling him with

hatred and anger towards her, making him hit ignore and sending her to voicemail. How could

he just let her back into his life like that with no apologies or not a single word about

what had happened between them.

BACK IN L.A. AT THE LOFT

"It went to voicemail, calm down," said Massie,

who hung up the phone.

Claire piped in, "You have to admit that we are just looking out for you. It was for your own good. You haven't

been acting the same for the past two weeks. Every year around this time you always seem out

of it and not paying attention to anything. I wonder why that is?"

Claire and Massie gave

each other a puzzled look, then stared at Gabriella waiting for her answer. Instead of

answering the question,

Gabriella just said coldly, "Let's just leave and go home."

When the girls arrived back at Massie's apartment, Gabriella slammed the door behind her and

plopped herself down on the couch.

"What is your problem?" asked Massie, not being able to

take Gabriella's attitude much longer.

"Nothing's my problem. I just don't want to go back

to being the girl that sits alone thinking about what she left behind or what could have

been her life," answered Gabriella.

"THEN STOP THINKING ABOUT IT! JUST LET IT GO! IT'S NOT GOING TO BE HOW IT WAS EVER AGAIN.

GABRIELLA, JUST GET OVER IT AND STOP THINKING ABOUT EVERYTHIN THAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED, ESPECIALLY BETWEEN YOU AND TROY!!" yelled Claire

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU GUYS ARE SERIOUSLY YELLING AT ME RIGHT NOW FOR THINKING ABOUT MY PAST " shouted Gabriella

"YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT HAPPENED OR HOW IT HAPPENED, SO JUST BACK OFF!"

Massie couldn't hold her temper in much longer. "FINE GABRIELLA, WE WILL BACK OFF! WE WILL BACK OFF FROM YOUR ATTITUDE, YOUR PROBLEMS, YOUR LOVE LIFE WITH TRY AND WE WILL BACK OFF FROM BEING YOUR FRIENDS!"

Gabriella couldn't bear another minute in this two-against-one

fight. She grabbed her things and left, slamming the door behind her.

"YOU ARE STILL WEARING MY CLOTHES!" yelled Massie after her, not realizing that it was too late. Gabriella was

running down the hall, too far away to hear her.

ALBUQUERQUE, NEW MEXICO

"I can do this, i can do this," said Troy, trying to give himself a little pep talk. Troy

dribbled a basketball between his legs, standing in the middle of the basketball court at

the gym.

"I just have to relax," Troy told himself.

Troy took deep breaths, in and out, over

and over again. He walked over to the free-throw line, lowered his knees with the ball

In between his hands, and jumped up, throwing the ball towards the hoop. It swirls around the

ring again and again, falling off to the side. Troy knew exactly what, or who, would make

him love the game of basketball again.