A/N: So here's the next chapter. I wanted to point out something that I found to be a coincidence: In this chapter I show about of how Kelsi feels about the Troyella situation and Canada4ever had questioned me about it on the last chapter! It feel's good to know that the readers are interested on the story and don't want to miss a detail. It encourages me to make sure i get each thing set correctly, so thanks! Anyway, read up on the chapter! I hope you guys like it!

"Chad, why did you have to just kill that certain moment yesterday?" Gabriella asked as she sprawled herself along the bed next to Taylor. They just came back from their last day of site seeing since they were to leave tomorrow.

"For the last time Gabbi, I'm sorry. I didn't notice that you guys were about get hot and heavy…honest. If I could've stopped myself from being anxious and trying to bring you guys over towards us then I would've." Chad apologized for the twentieth time that day.

"Look on the bright side, you guys still have tonight."

"He's got a point, Gabriella. Besides, we're going clubbing. That's more than an excuse to let your body get frisky with his." Taylor teased as she wiggled her brows, gaining a blush from her friend's cheeks.

"Tay, stop it. I don't want to come off as easy and have to do slut moves on him for something to happen." Gabriella tried defending.

"No one ever said that you had to get provocative with your dance moves, that just means that you want to if you got all defensive." Taylor laughed as she accused the petite-framed Latin of her true morals.

"She got you there." Chad chimed in, wanting to be part of the banter.

"Alright, screw you guys and whatever you guys say. I'm going to start getting ready. I'll be in the shower if you guys need me. Behave while I'm gone…" Gabriella smirked at the two since she knew how they felt for each other…it was obvious to anyone with eyes. The two blushed a deep scarlet tone at her words and glanced away as she closed the bathroom door behind her.

"Is it me or does she thinks something's going on?" Chad asked, trying his best to hide that he did feel something for Taylor.

"Probably does…that girl is just crazy to think that…" She replied, hiding her own feelings as well. If Chad wouldn't fess up then neither would she. It wasn't in her nature to make the first move. Besides, that wasn't one of the rules that her sister taught her about dating back when she was a teenager.

"Speaking of crazy, isn't it early to start getting ready? There is still two and half hours until it's time to go out!" Chad said. His face was confused as he thought about it. Why do girls always take so long?

"Oh sweetie, don't you know that tonight is a big night? Tonight is the last night she's going to see Troy since we're leaving tomorrow. Tonight is the last time they'll see each other until Lord knows when. Tonight is the night where something might go down between the two…duh. Besides, it's a girl thing" Taylor stated as though it were the most obvious thing, which it would be obvious if he were an understanding female.

"Is that why you used to take forever to get ready for our dates back when we were dating?" Chad amusingly asked, pointing back and forth between them.

Taylor blushed at his question. "Maybe…something like that."

"You just wanted to look good for me, McKessie! Admit it." He was now sitting on the bed that was across from where she was sitting. He bounced enthusiastically on the mattress with a wide smile from ear to ear.

"You're so obnoxious sometimes." She scoffed. "Now that we're talking about this, was I not worth getting that dressed up for back then?" She narrowed her eyes and accused him with a certain attitude in her tone.

"Yeah, you were…but the thing is, I'm a guy, just plain and simple. I'm not a metro; I'm your ordinary guy's guy. Guy's don't take forever to get ready for things…it's not in our blood to do that." Chad replied, laying back on the bed as he folded his arms behind his head for it to rest against.

"Excuse me, Mr. I must keep the man inside me alive! It doesn't make you queer or anything to put more effort or time into your look. The term 'metro' is just a stereotype, Chad. Why pay that any mind?" Taylor questioned. She was curious as to what made his mind tick the way it did.

"Because that's just it, Tay. We live in a world where today's society is quick to judge and point fingers at whatever they think is different for either gender. Like a girl can't be that athletic without some people wondering if she's a lesbian…or a guy can't be a hair dresser or stylist without being questioned if he's gay. That's just how the world is and I don't want people to judge me on the little things like how they do to everyone else. I just want to be Chad, the basketball player." He was serious. This was one of those times when Chad wasn't playing around or joking. This was one of the times when he had to open up and show the side of him that could take conversations to a higher level.

Taylor always secretly admired that side. He could be pretty intelligent whenever he wanted to be.

"That was deep." That was all she could manage to get out.

Chad glanced over at her and smirked. "Yeah well a specific someone taught me that there's a time to be serious and a time to mess around. Not everything is always about fun and games. Thanks for teaching me that one."

"Your welcome, Danforth." Taylor looked over at him, her eyes gleaming from the heartfelt moment they just shared. "Do you want to take a walk around the hotel? Maybe check out the gift shop in the lobby while we wait for Gabriella to finish so we could soon start?"

"Good suggestion. Let's get a move on."

"You don't tell her my big secret, did you Kels?" Troy was pacing around the living room of his shared apartment. He was having a conversation on his cell phone with his long time friend.

"Of course not. It's your job to fill her in on that HUGE detail that you haven't let out yet. By the way, you're going to have to tell Gabriella about that soon…"

"I know, I know. It's just not that easy though, you know? If only it were...it just sucks too because she's leaving tomorrow and I don't want to leave on a bad note." He ran a frustrated hand through his locks and continued pacing.

"I know, Troy. But it isn't fair to her that you've been holding all this back while she's been open and honest to you this whole time that she's been here. She hasn't seen your ring, has she?"

"Thankfully she hasn't. The night at the lobby of the show when we ran into them, I wasn't wearing my ring. I haven't been wearing my ring this whole weekend whenever I'm with them. If I did then I'm sure Taylor and Gabriella would have been on to me by now. I wouldn't worry about Chad; he's usually oblivious to things…" he scoffed.

"True. Just make sure you tell her soon. Look, if telling her face to face is that difficult then why don't you write it out to her in a letter?"

"Because that just makes me a coward…a lying coward. She deserves to hear it from me rather than to read it."

"I suppose. Are you going to do it today or tomorrow before they leave?"

"Hopefully tonight. I just want to tell her as soon as possible because I don't think I can hold it in for that much longer. It's hard enough to hold back on my urge to just kiss her, let alone tell her I'm married. I just need to get it off my chest and out of my conscience before it eats me alive." Troy admitted. Just then, he heard the sound of the apartment door being unlocked. "I think Pam's here. I'll let you go, talk to you later?"

"Sure thing. Call me after everything happens. Later."

"Bye." With that, Troy hung up his cell phone as Pam walked into the living room with an excited Mugsy following close behind. "Hey baby."

"Hey sweetheart. I haven't seen much of you lately. I've missed you." Pam said as she sauntered towards him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She leaned her face towards his and gave him a gentle peck.

"I've missed you too, babe." Troy replied as he looked lovingly down into her eyes. "What are your plans for tonight, Pam?"

"Actually, I was thinking about spending the night at my mom's house. I haven't seen her in awhile. I hope you don't mind." She looked at him with hopeful eyes, disguising where we all know she's going to actually be at.

"Not that I mind because I don't, but didn't you see your mom the other day? You know, when I came home you were on the phone with her…didn't you make plans to see her the day after?" he was confused.

Quick to recover, Pam went straight into damage control. "Yea I did but its not often that I see her. Besides, she's not feeling that well and I want to take care of her for the night, in case something happens."

"Okay then. I hope she gets better soon…send her my wishes." Troy said as he entangled himself from his wife's grasp and walked over to Mugsy to pet their dear son.

"I'm going to start packing my overnight bag. Be in the room if you need me." She left the living room and walked down the hall that led to their bedroom.

"Is it me, or has your mother been extremely busy lately? Nah, I'm probably just over thinking things. I shouldn't even be the one to talk because she's out working and taking care of others while I'm out and about with people behind her back." Troy spoke to Mugsy. The dog simply glanced at him, not sure of what was going on.

About a half hour later, Pamela emerged from the bedroom and encountered Troy sitting on the sofa watching television with their pet. "Baby, I'm going to get a move on. I'll call you later."

"Sure thing. I'll see you tomorrow." He stood up from his spot on the sofa and walked over to where she stood. "Love you." He kissed her passionately and walked her towards the door. They bid their goodbyes and she was gone shortly after.

"Better start getting ready."

An hour and a bag full of souvenirs later, Chad and Taylor rode the elevator up to their floor, anticipating to start getting ready for their last night out on the town.

"You think she's almost ready?" the handsome athlete asked.

"She should be halfway done," answered Taylor.

"I hope so because I already know that you both voted me last to start getting ready."

"Does it matter? You're a man's man anyway, remember?" she teased.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah…that doesn't mean that I don't want to enjoy a nice warm shower right about now."

They stopped their bantering once they reached the door of their hotel room. Taylor removed the room's key from her back pocket and slid it for them to unlock the door. Upon entering, they found Gabriella standing by the wall next to the mirror with a curling iron in hand.

"Almost ready, Gabs?" Chad intently stared at her as she did wonders with the device on her hair.

"Not exactly. I just started working on my hair a few minutes ago so I should be done here within' the next half hour. Then after that I have to do my makeup and actually put on my outfit." She said as though it were no big deal.

"Gabriella, we were gone for an hour. What the heck did you actually get done then?" He was so confused as to what she could have possibly been doing.

"Chad, didn't we go through this already? Girls need to pamper themselves fully when it comes to prepping ourselves for big events…tonight equals a big event." Taylor explained – again.

"Thanks, Taylor. At least someone understands…and if you must know, I was showering and picking out the outfit that I will be wearing. Satisfied?" the brunette raised her brows as she finished her sentence.

"I guess so. Besides, if I don't accept your answer then I'm just going to have to deal with you and Tay ganging up on me and I don't feel like battling you two right now."

"Good choice." Taylor chimed.

As Gabriella continued working with her hair, Taylor began to pick out her own outfit, deciding on a pair of black skinny jeans and a sheer ruffled top with different shades of blue. She picked out clean undergarments and headed towards the bathroom with everything in hand. To keep himself busy, Chad rested himself against the headboard of the bed and flipped on the television and surfed for a game to watch. The two stood in silence only to have it broken every so often from Chad's constant yelling at the screen from the game.

Twenty minutes later, Taylor stepped out of the bathroom with her outfit on. "You almost finish with the curling iron Gab's? I'm want to make my hair wavy tonight."

"Indeed I am. It's all yours." She stood up and handed the curling iron over to her friend.

"Chad, it's your turn for the bathroom." Taylor said before she began to work on her hair.

"Yeah just give me sec…the game's getting good." He didn't even tear his eyes away from the screen as he responded. He was just that into it.

"Chad Danforth! We barely have that much time left so we would appreciate it if you took advantage of that and hurry your butt into that bathroom now!" she scolded.

"Fine…gosh." He flipped the TV off and grabbed a simple pair of dark blue jeans, a red button down shirt, and a white t-shirt for under. He stalked into the bathroom, annoyed from being yelled at. While Taylor continued curling her hair, Gabriella stripped herself of her t-shirt and shorts. She picked up the fuchsia strapless mini-dress that she had sprawled on the bed and put it on, zipping the back of it up. She paired it with strappy silver heels and a long silver necklace. Then she pulled out her compact from inside her purse against the night table and began to work on her face. Minutes later, she was done and so was Taylor.

"Tay, what do you think? Is it a little much?" She bit her lip from the insecure feeling that was building up in her stomach.

"Are you kidding me? Its perfect! You look gorgeous. You most defiantly will be knocking Troy's socks off, girl." Taylor replied while scanning her eyes up and down her friend's slim figure.

"You sure? I could always change-"

"And this insecure talk is coming from the editor of one of the biggest up and coming fashion magazines?" Taylor raised her brows and smirked at the humor and irony of the situation.

"I suppose you're right." Gabriella turned and looked at herself in the mirror. "I do look pretty damn good!"

"You do!" Taylor encouraged.

"Troy's eyes are going to fly out of his sockets when he lays them on me!"

"You could say that again."

"When he sees me, he's going to be like 'Pam who?'"

"Preach on Gabbi, preach on."

"I'm going to get what I want tonight. I will enjoy my evening with Bolton and make him wish he never left Albuquerque!" Gabriella was so into her pep talk that she didn't notice how loud her voice had became.

"That's the spirit!" Chad said as he walked out of the bathroom with his clothes on. The girl's jumped from surprise at the interruption.

"Jesus! You scared the crap out of me." Gabriella held her hand to her chest to calm its fast beating.

"Well then I guess you better get started on cleaning it up if you don't want to be late for your oh so important date." Chad joked. Gabriella mentally sent daggers at him as she glared. "Sorry?"

"I've had enough of the word 'sorry' from you today. Just promise me that tonight if I'm alone with Troy at any moment, you won't come near us or do anything that could stop whatever could happen. Deal?"

"Deal."

Chad slipped on his white sneakers as Taylor put on her electric blue pumps. The girls each put their small necessities into their clutches and headed for the door.

"So where are we meeting Troy this time?" Taylor asked.

"He wants us to meet him in Time Square in front of the MTV store." The three walked in silence down the few blocks towards Time Square. They gazed up at the bright lights that shined all around for it was the last time they would see them. They took pictures every so often until they finally saw Troy ahead.

"Oh…my…word." Gabriella slowly let out a breath as she checked him out. He was wearing a gray long sleeve v-neck shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, dark khaki jeans, and white vans. His bright blue eyes just looked even brighter with the way that the city's lights shined on. She had to fight to contain her composure and once she managed to, she continued to walk towards him.

Troy turned his head and saw the gang walking in his direction. His eyes quickly landed on Gabriella.

'Just when I thought she couldn't get more gorgeous she just had to prove me wrong. I swear this girl will never cease to amaze me.' He silently admired how her tan skin glowed in the night, her plumped lips shiny from the gloss, her hair bouncing with each step, and her long legs looking good enough to lick. She was just radiant…and apparently she wasn't the only one to feel star struck from the other's appearance.

"Hey Hoops." Chad pulled his long time friend into a man hug. Taylor said her hello with a kiss on the cheek as well as Gabriella.

"So tonight I'm going to take you guys to one of the best clubs in town. It's called 'Club O'." Troy said.

"What does the 'O' stand for? Is it for like Orange? Original? Orgasmic?" Chad was very serious when he asked and everyone knew he was. They all just shook their heads from his stupid yet serious question.

"What the hell do I know? I'm not the one who manages it." Troy retorted. They all chatted and walked together as they made their way over to the club. They made their way over to the bouncers and were able to skip the line and enter since Troy used his status to get them in. Once inside, they went upstairs to the balcony and settled on a table that overlooked the entire lower level.

"Yo man, this place is awesome!" Chad could barely contain his excitement as he furiously bopped his head to the music. The others couldn't control their laughter from the way his curly do moved. Minutes later, the guys left to the bar to get drinks and headed back towards the girls.

Downing numerous rounds of drinks through casual conversations, they went downstairs to the dance floor. Chad quickly grabbed Taylor's hand and led her to the crowded floor.

Troy looked over at Gabriella with such a lustful look behind his eyes; she couldn't refuse his silent offer. She walked ahead of him, swaying her hips sexily and stopping at the middle of the dance floor. Troy followed behind, hypnotized by her seductive actions. There was no denying that she had him under her control and in the palm of her hand. He stood behind her and grabbed unto her hips, guiding them closer to him.

Gabriella didn't back away for this was what she wanted. She wanted a night of fun with Troy and this was her last chance to have it. She decided to be bold and press her backside against his lower half, grinding it slowly to the beat booming from the speakers.

Troy would've been lying if he said that he didn't enjoy that small action from her. He was turned on even though a certain detail was flashing in bright lights at the back of his mind: You must tell her!

That thought was pushed back further from the satisfaction he felt from the slight friction on his groin. He continued to hold onto her hips and bit his lip to stifle a moan. She leaned her back against him and rested her head against his shoulder. Caught up in the moment, Troy took the opportunity and nuzzled his face into the open crevice of skin on her neck. Gabriella smiled to herself, happy with what was going on. They were so into one another that didn't notice Chad and Taylor running back to the balcony where they were before and snapping pictures of them on the bottom.

Troy lightly feathered her skin with butterfly kisses from her crevice all the way to her cheek, where he gently pecked it. He then kissed his way from her cheek to her ear, nibbling softly on the skin. Gabriella closed her eyes and sighed while furrowing her brows in frustration that he didn't move his lips on hers yet.

"Let's get out of here." Troy suggested. His voice spoke huskily with desire into her ear. His hot breath danced against it and caused her to fall deeper into the lightly erotic moment. She simply nodded her head.

'Score for me!' she thought to herself. She wasn't going back to California without having a night to remember with Troy.

He grabbed hold of her hand and led her to the exit. Once they were outside, Troy took out his cell phone and started to right a text to Chad.

Gabbi isn't feeling well anymore. I don't want to spoil your's and Tay's night so I'm going to take her back to the hotel. Have fun…not too much though ;0)

A minute later he got a text back.

Alright Hoops. Take care of her…not the perverted kind of care though lol Call us if anything. Later

Troy chuckled from the text and grabbed a hold back on Gabriella's hand as they silently walked down the sidewalks of the city and back to the hotel. They made it to the hotel lobby and waited for the elevator, still silent. The elevator arrived and they stepped inside. Gabriella reached out to press the button of the floor of her shared room. From the corner of her eye, she could see Troy glancing at her every so often. At one point she blushed when she noticed that he didn't just glance; he started to stare. The sound of the bell to let them know they made it to the floor had knocked Troy out of his daze.

He suddenly became nervous. He had been anticipating this moment since the night of the show – scratch that; he's been anticipating it since they day they broke up. A moment for them to be alone once again.

Troy followed close behind while she guided him down the hallway. Reaching inside her clutch for the room key, she swiped it and walked inside, leaving the door wide open for him to follow. He closed the door behind him and pulled her by the arm around to face him. Before she could bother to say a word, Troy crashed his lips onto hers with desperation. This is everything he's wanted and more. How could he let the moment fly by without grasping it even for just a second? Especially since he knew that they both wanted it.

Gabriella fiercely ran her hands from his shoulder to the back of his neck, caressing the soft hairs that lingered there. She ran her tongue on his bottom lip as he eased it open to her, allowing her to invade his space. It was as though she was searching for something, a need in her force.

Troy ran his hands down her over sides and over her tiny waist. He lowered them further to her hips and down to her thighs, hooking his hands beneath them as he lifted her against his body. His tongue moved with hers in their fiery battle of tonsil hockey, each moaning and sighing from their anxious emotions finally getting what they've been craving for years. He carried her over to the wall, pressing her against it as he grinded his hard rock against her core. Troy lowered his lips from hers down to her neck, sucking on the soft skin. She couldn't hold back her moans. "Troy…"

Moving her from the wall, he carried her limp body towards the bed and gently plopped her down against it. Gabriella laid there as his body hovered over hers. Her lustful eyes stared at up at him while a small smirk lingered on her lips. The smirk was gone though when she noticed a confused look glaze over his once excited eyes.

"Troy?"

No response.

"Troy?"

Still nothing.

"Troy? Are you okay?" she gently shook his shoulder as he rolled off from the top of her, sitting of the edge of the bed. She sat beside him.

He looked away from her. The moment had come and he had to be completely honest to her before he fucked things up more than they already would've been. "Gabriella…I cant do this. This shouldn't have happened…" he mumbled as he looked down at his sinful hands.

"Do what? Troy if this is making you uncomfortable then it's okay, really-"

"I wasn't talking about this. This is great and its wonderful and its everything that I've wanted…it really is…" He glanced at her and saw the small smile tugging on the edges on her lips but he knew that what was coming was going to crush the bliss that they felt just moments before. "But it didn't feel 100% right like I would've imagined it to be…and I know this is cheesy and cliché but its not you at all, its me…Gabriella, remember I told you that I was involved?"

Gabriella's smile once again faltered as she became nervous from the way he was acting. She didn't quite understand what he was getting it but it dawned on her that it probably wasn't good. "Yes…"

Troy stood up and paced in front of her, contemplating how he was going to bring out the news. He stopped in his tracks directly in front of her. His body shook from the tension that was in the air.

He was nervous.

He looked at the confusion in her eyes and felt his heart crumble to a million pieces at the pit of his gut. 'Here goes nothing…'

He nervously reached into his back pocket and pulled out a ring. Hoping that she would get the message without him saying much, he slipped it onto his wedding finger. Ashamed and embarrassed from the situation, he refused to let his eyes land on hers knowing that they were probably going to be filled with hatred at any second.

Her breath hitched high in her throat. It felt as though all the air in the room was sucked out the moment he put the ring on his finger. She wasn't sure if she understood correctly but she did understand that the issue just became ugly as her blood boiled beneath her surface. Fiery heat radiated off her skin as she began to sweat from one of her worst fears becoming a reality. It hit her hard that she was just too late.

"Please don't let this be what you're trying to tell me…"

Where was Chad when you needed him? This definitely didn't seem like the way she wanted to remember her last night with Troy.

She's putting the puzzle together! What's in store for the next chapter? You'll have to just wait and see BUT I will tell you this: There will be drama. What's a Troyella story without drama, right?

Anyway, if you guy's are interested in viewing the outfits that Gabriella and Troy wore, I have pictures to the links of them on my profile. Check it out and review! I want to know what you guys think of this so far so I could make my final decision of what exactly and how much drama I'm going to provide on the next one. It will be appreciated, thanks!