Ok, Chapter 6 was actually supposed to be up last week and that was still late. I actually thought that I uploaded it though, but apparently I never put it up and I'm extra sorry. I was really surprised when I signed onto to Fanfiction and noticed that it was never actually made public. Sorry again.

Lizzie was screaming and grasping her arm beneath the swing set when Troy got outback. He and Steven tried to calm her down and ask what happened but she just continued to cry. Troy took a quick look at her arm and instantly knew that it was broken. He wasn't any sort of doctor, and almost failed his Biology course, but it didn't take much sense to know that it was broken.

Gabriella on the other hand wasn't able to process what was happening. She didn't even understand what she was looking at. What she wanted to know, had made her change her opinion on the people she saw every day. Mr. Bolton had been divorced. Mr. Bolton might have cheated on the real Mrs. Bolton, not Lauren. Troy had been the forgotten child.

"Gabriella! Call the paramedics!" Troy was screaming at her but she wasn't hearing him. She was too caught up in her own thoughts to pay attention to the problem right in front of her eyes. "Gabriella!" Troy stood up and was now standing in front of her. She blinked her eyes and took note of the crisis that was happening. She took one look at Lizzie's arm and barfed all over Troy's shirt.

"I'm sorry again." Gabriella said for the fifth time in the past ten minutes.

"Oh no. It's fine. My shirt needed some color anyway." Troy said sarcastically.

"Troy. Go change." Steven said from across the room.

"No clothes." Troy didn't want to talk to anyone. He was still thinking about what Steven had said.

"Gabriella will take you to the gift shop. You can get a new shirt and maybe something for Lizzie." Gabriella nodded and looked at Troy expecting him to stand up, but he didn't. He sat there looking as if he were in a whole different world.

"Troy!" Gabriella screamed in his ear. He jumped and glared at her. "Your dad gave me money. We're going to the gift shop." She pulled his hand and dragged him towards the elevator.

"What the fuck?!" Troy said once they reached the elevator. Gabriella was taken aback by his harsh words. "First you throw up on me, then you drag me somewhere i don't want to go?!"

"Listen, Bolton" Gabriella said emphasizing the word 'Bolton' to make clear that she knew the situation, "I know what happened to you and I understand that it sucks. You shouldn't take stuff out on me, or anyone else for that matter! You have no right to yell at me. Throwing up on you was an accident! I apologized for that! Dragging you away was because I was told to take you to the fricking gift shop! I thought that maybe you would need to get away from your dad, or Steve, or whatever the hell you want to call him, so that you can wrap your head around all the information! God! Your such an asshole!" She said throwing the $50.00 Steve gave her to give to Troy.

They stood there in silence until the elevator doors opened again on the Lobby floor. Gabriella quickly exited and made her way into the gift shop leaving Troy behind to collect the money that she threw.

"Look I'm sorry, ok?" Troy said as he ran to catch up to her.

"Save it, Bolton"

"Listen, you can call me anything else you want but I will never, ever be a Bolton. You got that!?" Gabriella searched his eyes for any drop of anger that she could feed her anger with, but instead she only saw regret, sadness, and pain. "Look, I'm sorry that I yelled at you. I shouldn't have, you didn't do anything to me."

Gabriella didn't know what to say. She didn't know whether to apologize or to start a new conversation. So she chose to do neither and let him make the decision.

Troy was waiting for Gabriella to say something, anything. He wasn't good at this stuff. He never really talked to girls. Well he did, but they weren't like Gabriella. Everything mean he said to Gabriella made him feel guilty. He wanted her to yell at him. He wanted her to forgive him. However, she remained silent.

"Forgive me?" He asked once he came to the realization that she wasn't going to say anything more.