Ok, I am sooooooooooooo sorry that this took ages to update, but i sort of had a break down nd couldn't write anything nd started deleting everything, then i decided to turn off my comp... which was probably a good idea in the end. Anyway, that's what i warned people about in chapter 2 so yeah... that's also why this chapter is so short and probably a load of I'm-not'allowed'tosay-that-word-cos-of-this-thing's-rating. So please review.

Disclaimer- Okay... there seemed to be a little confusion of Caz Norfe, or Norfe Caz as i call him now, just to get things straight: What sort of sane parents would name their kid Norfe? Or Caz (kidding, I know it can be a real name)? Alright, so Norfe Caz is a made up being, but twiddle he letter around a little and you have the name of a real being... twiddle... i like that word! Anyway, I promise that when I am rich and famous cand can afford to buy High School Musical I'll invite you all to the party, cos there will be a party, a HUGE party... R&R

"Hey, Gabriella!" Gabriella turned around at the sound of the familiar voice, fighting back to uncomfortable urge to blush as Troy's basketball uniform came into her view, sitting on a pair of broad shoulders and a toned chest; she didn't look any lower than that. "Uh, Gabi, my face is here." Troy waved a hand in front of Gabriella and she quickly looked up at him, suddenly feeling very small.

"Yeah, sorry. It's just that you're… um… your face is sort of… outside of my viewpoint." Gabriella stammered, trying her hardest to act normal. Troy let out a slightly strangled chuckle, which stopped almost immediately. Gabriella looked over his shoulder for a while, thinking hard about a reason why he would be acting so weird. Annoyingly, her mind kept on coming to the conclusion that he liked her and he'd just been remembering the same thing as she had, the day that he'd first started liking her as more than a friend. In fact, Gabriella found herself getting so caught up in her thoughts that she was suddenly deciding the best answer to when he asked her out.

"Uh… Gabi, look, about earlier." Gabriella stared blankly at Troy, all thoughts of him liking her gone from her mind. Troy seemed to notice the blank look on her face so continued. "At the music rooms…" And the memory came back, mercilessly destroying all hopes of at date from Gabriella's mind.

"Yeah… right… about that-" she began, not quite sure of what to say.

"It was completely my fault." Gabriella stared at her friend.

"How is it your fault?" She asked, forgetting about being nervous.

"Well cause… I started… how did it actually start?" Troy's tone changed from awkward to questioning as both of them racked their brains for the cause of their 'moment'.

"I honestly don't remember." Gabriella laughed, relieved that all of the tension seemed to have gone. Troy smiled at her and she felt a tiny knot of tension appear again, but pushed it away quickly. She was about to smile back when another familiar but not so welcome voice disturbed her.

"Gabsta!" Gabriella winced at Josh's chosen nickname, then turned around to mile at him.

"Hey Josh." Josh nodded towards Troy who waved his hand back, neither of them smiling.

"So babe, are we going out tonight?" Gabriella shook her head.

"Sorry, Josh, I can't, family thing." Josh nodded in a would-be understanding way.

"Then you want to go out now?" Josh seemed convinced that he and Gabriella could squash in some time together everyday.

"Um…" she glanced at Troy who shrugged. "Yeah sure, I'll just finish packing my stuff."

"Cool, I'll meet you at my car." Gabriella nodded and watched Josh merge back into the crowd heading towards the car park. She then turned back to her locker and shoved the last few books she needed into her bag.

"Bye Gabi." She looked up and remembered Troy was still there.

"Yeah, bye. Good luck with training." Troy smiled at her and walked away too. Gabriella sighed; her life was so stuffed up at the moment.

Please, dont shoot!!!!! I know that was soooooooo short and that my ramblings are probably longer than the whole story but I have exams and stuff and I'm stressing out way more than people think (B&R, you know who you are, this is now our pact and you're not to say anything about this school -- if u don't know me then you can ignore that). I'm also stressing cos we're moving house again and it'll be the week of my exams that we're moving... plus I had my little breakdown a few days ago and deleted a lot of stuff on my comp, which wasn't good... you probably think I'm like, mentally unstable now, but I'm not... i promise, just look at my previous ramblings for proof... Reviews make me happy... they're like my sourch of highs cos i can turn on my computer and see all fo these little messages in ym email box saying: (insert name here) has reviewed your story on like those emails... ;-)