Chapter 2

Troy came at 5:29. Just a minute before he was supposed to. He had told me to dress up for this. He was going all out for this date. Our last date. I took in a staggering breath, hoping to calm down.

I glances at the mirror. I was wearing a simple, black cocktail dress. Everything was done. My hair, my makeup. I was ready and dreading it with ever ounce of my being.

The door bell rang but I stayed put on my bed. I could hear my mom go to the door downstairs and opening the door. Her voice sounded forced, and I heard a hint of sympathy towards him as she welcomed him inside.

I stood up and had a quickly check over on myself as my mom called me downstairs, saying Troy was here. I nodded my head in determination as I made my way out the door and down the stairs.

There he was. He was talking to my mom and I took this time to remember this moment and just take in everything about him. He was wearing a dark, light blue dress shirt with dark dress pants. He had on a gorgeous, earth shattering smile and his blue eyes seemed to glow and pull me in, enchanting me.

I stood there at the top of the stairs, gawking at him and trying to stop the tears from coming down. He stopped talking to my mom and turned over to the stairs, smiling widely at me.

I quickly snapped out of my daze and forced a smile as I walked down the stairs.

I stopped in front of him.

"You look beautiful," he whispered and leaned in, softly kissing my cheek.

I forced a smile as he grabbed my hand. We quickly said goodbye to my mom, who gave me a sympathetic smile, and we walked out the door.

Troy opened the door to his car before running around and getting in into the drivers side. The car ride remained silent for quite some time as I stared out the window.

"Is everything alright?" Troy asked, concerned as he glanced over at me.

I forced a smile as I looked over at him. "Everything's fine Troy. No worries."

We soon arrived at our destination and I got out of the car quickly, hating how loving he was acting, and hating how it was killing me and increasing the guilt and pain I was already feeling.

I looked up at the restaurant and my heart broke. It was one of the fanciest places around here and standing beside me was Troy, smiling happily at my astonished expression.

"Come one," Troy said as he grabbed my hand and we walked inside.

About three minutes later we were sitting at a quiet little table with music softly playing in the background.

"Troy, don't you think this is a little much?" I asked him but he just smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

"No worries. I got it all covered," he assured me.

As a waiter came I let Troy order for me as I contemplated how I was going to get through tonight.

"Gabi, are you okay? You seem to be out of it."

I looked up at him and forced a smile. "I'm fine, really."

But on the inside I was screaming. I was screaming at him for taking me to this restaurant. I was screaming at myself for what I was about to do. I was furious because I didn't fight harder. And I was dying, knowing what I was about to give up.

Soon our food arrived and I avoided all eye contact with him. I could see how worried he was about me and I wanted him not to care. It would make it all so much easier.

"Are you sure your okay Gabi? You know you can tell me anything."

There he was, laying on the guilt. I nodded still looking down.

"I'm fine Troy." I succeeded getting a small smile on my face.

He smiled a little. "Well, here. This is for you," he told me, getting something out of his pocket and handing it over to me. As I looked down I realized it was a gift and happily knew it wasn't jewellery, it was much to large.

"What's this for?" I asked with my eyebrows furrowed.

"Come on Gabi. You forgot our anniversary?" he asked teasingly though I knew he knew I did.

My mouth opened surprised. "Oh Troy, I'm so sorry. I've just been re-"

Troy stopped me when he laughed and shook his head. "It okay Gabi, its not your fault. I can see you've had your mind on something different tonight." He smiled sincerely as he told me to open it.

I looked down at the gift before slowly tearing off the wrapping paper.

I felt tears rush into my eyes as my eyes met with the sight of my all time favourite book. 'Eclipse'. [A/N: Actually my favourite book right now. Its written by Stephenie Meyer, third in the series. Its awesome, you have to read. First on is called 'Twilight'.

"How did you…? Its' not even out yet." I stared at him wide eyed but her smiled happily.

"You like?"

"I don't know what to say. Of course I like it."

Troy glanced around before looking back at me. "How about we pay quickly and then we can just walk around for awhile."

I just nodded absentmindedly as he called for the check. I stared down at the book in my hands and wondered how much trouble he must have gone through to get hits book. I gulped. I didn't want to break up with him. I wanted to go home right this instant and yell at my parents. But I knew I couldn't. My parents would hate me. I would probably be kicked out of the house, but I think what would kill me the most would be them not loving me anymore. But was all of it worth it to keep Troy? That was what I needed to answer to myself.

"Gabi, you ready to go?" Troy asked as he looked down at me, as he was already standing up.

"Oh , um yah." I got up and followed him outside, the book clutched tighly in my hand.

"Troy, what's more important? Family or love?" I asked him suddenly.

Troy looked at me, eyebrows furrowed. "I don't know. That's a tough one. Why do you ask?"

I shook my head. "No reason."

I glanced up and realized we were walking in the park, the moon shedding some light making it possible to see. The street lights were off and I realized I had to be home soon. Time to get this over with.

"Troy?" I asked him, managing to get his attention.

"Yah?" he asked.

"I-" For a moment I paused as I stared at his bright blue eyes and his flawless face and I just broke. I quickly slammed my lips onto his but the kiss was gentle yet passionate. Soon we broke apart and I felt tears leak out of my eyes.

"Gabriella, what's wrong? Was it something I did?" he asked, concerned, like always.

I shook my head as more tears fell from my eyes.

"I love you Gabriella. You can tell me if something's wrong." he urged me on.

I stood there, tears streaming down my face and Troy staring at me. Noticing I was having trouble talking he pulled me into a huge, his fingers running threw my hair and whispering softly to me.

Little did he know that what I wanted to say to him, what I wanted to say to him all night, I could possibly say in this instant, knowing in a few minute we wouldn't be together any longer and he would hate my guts. I couldn't tell him that I loved him too.

"Gabriella?" Troy asked as he pulled out of the hug to look me in the eyes, his hands still on my shoulder. My body shook and I brought two unsteady hands up and gently pushed him away.

"I can't be with you any more Troy."

The look on Troy's face killed me. It was as if I had plunged a dagger into his heart as his face was contorted in pain and hurt.

"What?" he whispered, painfully.

"I think we should break up," I whispered back, not meeting his eyes.

"Gabriella." he began as he took a shaky step forward but I quickly stepped back.

"I'm sorry Troy." And with that I walked, walked as fast as I could without running, tears still running down my face. And as I began to walk away the perfect thing happened. It began raining. Curse my luck.

But what made me break down into complete and utter sobs, the thing that made me freeze in my spot was what Troy said. The heartbroken words that barely met my ears, even though they were meant for his only.. The ones that had me sobbing like a child and still echoed in my mind. Those four words.

"But I love you."

I had been waiting for him to say those three simple words so I could say them right back but I couldn't. I realized I just couldn't do it. I couldn't tell him because I knew it would kill him. Would hurt him more than he already was. I took a shaky breath and closed my eyes. I couldn't believe I was doing this. And you know what I said to his declaration of love?

"It's over Troy."

Troy looked pleadingly at me and more tears just ran down my cheek. "You don't have to do this Gabi."

I shook my head. "Please don't call me that Troy."

"Why are you doing this?!?" he asked angrily.

I bowed my head in shame. "I think I should go," I said, taking a step back

"Gabriella, you can't do this!" he shouted angrily but I could sense a good amount of pain and hurt in his voice. I kept my eyes away from him, not being able to see

"Gabriella, I know you love me. Don't do this!" Troy yelled as his eyes began to water. I couldn't take this anymore. I had to get out of here.

"I have to go," I whispered taking a step back.

I had only managed two steps before I was turned around, Troy gently holding my arm. He stared at me for a moment and then reached his free hand and wiped my cheek with his thumb. He looked at me pleading. "Gabriella," he whispered as his face lowered on mine.

This kiss was different. It was slow and gentle, passionate and romantic. The perfect kiss in the rain. What every girl dreamed of. It spoke the words I couldn't say. What I wanted to say but wouldn't let myself. Troy parted his lips and whispered my name against my lips. His hand travelled to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. My hands were pressed against his chest and after a moment I gently, as much as I regretted, pushed him away.

"I'm sorry," I whispered breathlessly before turning and breaking out into a full run. I finally realized that my body felt numb. Whether it was leaving Troy or the cold rain.

That night I stayed up till two o'clock. Pictures of Troy and I spread over my bed. A heart wrenching movie playing on the television. A tub of ice cream pushed to the side as I sat on the floor in sweats, leaning against the bed and flipping through the pages of a photo album. Tears streaked my face as I sobbed and looked blurry eyed at the pictures in front of me.

I cried myself to sleep that night and fell asleep trying to get rid of my thoughts on Troy but finding it impossible as I dreamt about him that night.

A/N: Sorry! I know it took me so long. I really am sorry. I'll try to have the next one out soon. Really, really sorry. And I'm sorry if there are a lot of errors. I had no time to check it over. I wanted it out after the long wait.