"Hey..." he started after a while. We got into the car and he started to drive, touching my arm with his to catch my attention and making me shiver. I ignored this sensation and looked at him, "I know I probably shouldn't be asking you this but, what are you doing here?" he raised one eyebrow.

"Yeah, you shouldn't be asking me this," I tried to make this the end of the subject, but he kept looking at me. "I'm here for your open house," I added.

"I figured. But did you have a problem with the calendar or did you not know how long would take to travel?" he asked.

What was he expecting me to say? 'I came here to declare my love for you, but you kind of screwed it up finding a girlfriend, so, well, I have no idea why I'm still here?' Well, that was the truth, but I wouldn't say it.

"I mean, nobody cares that you're here?" he asked, seeing I wouldn't answer him.

I finally got where he was going for with those questions. I smiled on the inside "No. Actually, I haven't heard from him since we broke up," I answered, waiting to see his reaction.

"Oh, I'm sorry," was all that he said. 'No, you're not!' I wanted to say, but I didn't know if he really meant it or not, I couldn't tell what he thought of it. He didn't smile, he didn't smirk, he didn't look surprised, and the tone in his voice wasn't pity.

"That's ok," I responded, hidding my frustration, "I ended everything. He wasn't the right guy for me. You were right." I made sure to make him listen these last three words. But again, nothing. Not nothing, actually, he did say his usual "huh" and then took his eyes back to the road, in silence.

"So, Anne... she's nice. She's pretty and sweet and... she seems to have a good taste in music," I said, just to make us keep chatting, and regretted it right away. I didn't want to hear him complimenting his girlfriend; not at all.

"She's really great," he nodded, "And supports me a lot. I'm not sure about your last statement, though, she's a big fan of 'High School Musical.'"

"Well, nobody is perfect," I chuckled, trying to keep my mind off of him saying that she was great. Really great. Not only nice. "And Sarah seems to love you, also."

"Nah, she tolerates me, and only because I do magic tricks for her."

Sarah is Anne's four-year-old daughter with some guy named Robert. He can't stand Jess, which is not a big surprise, in my opinion. Anne told me this. The girl is like a miniature of her mother, except for her hazel eyes. The three of them together are like a perfect margerine commercial.

"If you say so..." I muttered looking to my window and suddenly realizing we were passing in front of the hotel where I was staying, "Jess, are we going on circles?"

"Oh. Did I not tell you? We're not going to that dinner anymore," he told me.

"What?!" I asked, (almost yelled) in surprise.

"I thought we should go to somewhere else to catch up. What do you think?"

"I don't know, Jess..." I replied, worried.

"What if I tell you everything they will be doing duing dinner? This way you won't be missing anything," he insisted.

"Anne is going to kill us both."

"Probably," he grinned.

I know I shouldn't have agreed with his plan and made him lead us to wherever Anne and their friends were. It wasn't fair to her. But I did.

So he took me to a Chinese restaurant and we caught up. I told him about how I was now the editor of the Yale Daily News and how Paris hated me right now because of this, about the books I read recently, about my mom and Luke, and about my plans for my last year in college. And he, after telling me a little about what he passed through these years we were apart, carried out his promisse telling me what was probably going on in the other dinner: after they got tired of cursing us, Matthew (who, by the way, is Jess' roommate and the owner of those poetry books) would come up with some "genius" idea, Chris would mock him, then ignore him, and start talking about something related to art. Anne would support the subject, and after a while they would talk about work, and what they heard on the news until Anne decided it was time go.

Afterward we ate ice cream and he drove me back to the hotel.

"So, it was a nice way to spend the last day of our lives," I started, in order to delay the moment we would have to say goodnight.

"Yeah..." he answered, "Huh, the open house will start at 9."

"Ok, I'll be there at 9, then," I said, looking at him from the corner of my eye.

"Good. You know, if you want to help us, you can come one hour earlier. It would be nice..." he muttered the last words."

Eight is fine too," I looked at him, he smirked. I wanted to kiss him at that moment; God knows how much I wanted to feel his lips once more.

But I couldn't. All I could do was say goodbye to him and wait for it to be 8 tomorrow.

Hey!! Here it is, the fifth chapter. Thank you for everyone who reviewed. There's only 3 chapters left (I guess...) and I'm working on a new story now... but I think it'll only be posted next month.

Oh, and just for the record, I love High School Musical! Specially Ryan and Sharpay :).

Reviews are appreciated, as always :)