12 o'clock. Troy can feel a sinking feeling begin to form in the pit of his stomach. He watches as Gabriella's tiny frame makes it's way back and forth, checking to see that everything is neat and in it's proper place. Troy is silent, his heart beating faster and faster with each step Gabriella takes. It gets louder and louder, and soon that's all Troy can hear. Only every ten or so seconds does she stop and wipe a bead of sweat from her face to glance at Troy, eyes hard as though studying him.
Gabriella furrows her eyebrows in Troy's direction, noticing the tension in his face. She stops a second, sighs, and wipes a single bead of sweat from her brow. She continues on behind the counter, stopping only once to peek a glance at Troy again.
Feeling uncomfortable with her stare, Troy puts up his hood, covering his face completely, but leacing room to see from the corner of his right eye.
Returning to her work, Gabriella tears her gaze from Troy, thinking to herself. She wondered what was troubling him, why he seemed so guarded.
Peeking at the large clock on the wall beside him Troy's heart skips a beat as he sees the time. 12:05. He looks to Gabriella, who seemed like she was just about finished. Feeling a bit nautious, Troy rises quickly and heads for the bathroom. His breathing starts to get heavier, his heart rate increasing with each second.
He stares disgustedly at the reflection of himself in the mirror, hunching over the sink as if he were about to throw up. He looks down to the floor, and clutches his fists as tight as he can, slowly breathing in and out. Glancing back into the mirror once again, he watches his face begin to turn from sad to angry. He clenches his teeth, and in a split second his fist finds it's way to the mirror. His fist hits it full force, and before Troy could realize what he was doing, he watches as a thousand little pieces of glass fall around him. Shattered. Like his life.
Slowly lifting up his hand, he winces in pain, hand completely covered in blood and little pieces of glass. He attempts to clench his fingers, and yelps out in pain, eyes stinging with tears, which he quickly wipes away with his uninjured hand.
A second later the door opens suddenly behind him, and Troy jumps; startled.
Gabriella enters, her expression full of shock and worry as her jaw drops at the glass, blood, and Troy's broken hand.
"What the hell happened?"
Troy curses under his breath, looking down. He hesitates a moment, and licks his dry lips before answering. He opens his mouth to speak, and when he does his voice comes out barely audible. "This is the men's bathroom." Was all he could say.
Gabriella frowns sadly at him, reaching to grab his hand softly. At the feel of her soft touch, Troy quickly pulls away, taking a step back from her.
"Don't touch it," He says sharply through gritted teeth. His hand is slightly numb from her touch, and he can feel it turn warm.
"Are you alright, Troy?" She asks, voice gentle, and full of worry. Troy drags his eyes away from Gabriella, fixing them onto a random stain placed on the wall. He feels his hand begin to throb, and fighting through the pain he remains to keep a straight face.
"Troy?" Gabriella leans closer, concerned. She waves her hand slowly in front of his face, and he swats it away.
"What?" He snaps bitterly, baby blue orbs hard and demanding. Gabriella is taken aback, she opens her mouth to say something but closes it suddenly. Troy watches her expression change, the corners of her lips frown, and she bites down on her lip, hard.
"I-I have to go." Troy whispers, not sparing another glance at her, but walking out of the bathroom. He exits the diner, cold creeping it's way to his body, and he shivers. His hand was still throbbing, and he could begin it slowly turn numb. He keeps his feet where they are, listening to the sounds of the night. The sidewalks were completely deserted, and all that could be heard was the occasional sound of a car driving by, tires hitting huge blocks of snow.
Troy lets out a deep breath, forming a cloud of white next to his mouth.