One week. One more week. One, last week. Seven days. 168 hours.

His mind was going crazy. His heart beat went just a little bit faster whenever he would think about how his family was expected to leave after this incoming week. And his heart beat went crazy whenever he would think about a certain sandy haired girl with ocean like eyes.

And then, his guilt would react after thinking about her. Sharpay doesn't have a clue that he can, that he may leave in a week. And to add more guilt, he managed to tell everyone but her. And she was the most important one of all. He just knew she would react differently. Somehow, he knew she wouldn't react like everybody did; because she was Sharpay Evans. And Sharpay Evans is different; he of all people knew that.

The girls certainly didn't help because they pressured him to just tell her. But he knew her better than them. She would get angry for a whole lot of reasons. One, he didn't tell her right away. Two, he told everybody first before her. Third, she won't be happy with the ultimatum. Fourth, she'll just get angry like always.

Zeke closed his locker and sighed. He didn't have a clue on what to do. And currently, he was in another one of Sharpay's silly, little fights that was never given a reason to even start. When she wants to fight, there will be a fight. And no matter how right he is, she's always right.

He spotted a mess of blonde hair with over sparkling clothes that would probably have blinded his eyes if he wasn't so used to it. He slowly approached the figure and grimaced at her frowning face as she continued to talk with a clueless freshman. Oh, what a poor, poor boy.

The poor, pathetic boy's eyes saw him coming and wiped away the sweat on his forehead. "Yes – yes, ma'm." He stuttered nervously.

Sharpay smirked and glowered before the boy. "Glad that we've got that handled. Be sure to tell Ms. Darbus that I will not accept another play written by this new song writer. I want Kelsi Nielsen, and she will be the only one to write me musicals."

Zeke decided to give the boy a break and cut in. "Hey, S." He greeted.

She glanced at him before raising an eyebrow at the freshman. "You can leave." She muttered before walking away.

He had to suppress the urge to roll his eyes and walk away too. Instead, he followed her march and ran faster to keep up with her pace. "Please talk to me." He pleaded.

"Have you finally decided to stop keeping secrets from me?"

His face felt cold as he felt himself freeze. It sounded as if she knew the secret . . . but that can't be. "What do you mean?" He gulped and finally mustered the courage to stare in her fierce, twinkling eyes.

"Don't lie to me." She coldly muttered. "What's wrong, Zeke? What can't you tell me? Why are you acting like you don't trust me? I'm your girlfriend, for Christ's sake." She breathed deeply as she tried to compose herself. She ran a frustrated hand through her wavy hair.

Little by little, they slowly gained the attention of every senior in the hallway. A couple of freshmen and sophomores were there, but they slowly faded away into the shadows.

"Sometimes, you make me feel like you're just waiting for a way to push me away, Sharpay." He told her. "I've been trying so hard, so hard to try and fix everything. But you somehow find a way to destroy what we have even further."

Sharpay's face was nothing like he's seen before. And trust him; Zeke's seen pretty much the worse out of the worse. He saw how her face looked when she's angry. But that was nothing compared to the glare she was giving him right now. It was so severe; he never wanted to see it again. But she has never looked more beautiful, in his opinion.

"Oh, that's just great." She whispered. "You don't talk to me anymore, and I'm the one who's fucking pushing you away!" She hissed loudly before stomping off towards her locker. She was muttering incoherent words that could be heard throughout the silent hallway where everybody was watching the scene unfold.

Chad was standing next to Kelsi and whispered, "This is better than wrestling."

Kelsi nodded quietly. "It's almost as exciting as The Notebook." He raised an eyebrow at her, unbelievingly. "What? I said almost."

Zeke snapped his eyes shut and pinched the tip of his nose. He breathed for a couple of seconds before jogging towards Sharpay. He leaned on one of the lockers and looked at the ground. "What do you want me to say, Sharpay?"

She struggled with her locker combination as she glared at him. "I want you to act like my boyfriend. I want you to trust me, to rely on me. I want you to understand that I'm here, that you don't have to keep secrets." Her eyes suddenly darkened. "But of course, I can't have that now, can I?"

"I – I love you . . . I don't know what else to do or to say." He weakly admitted.

She huffed and scowled. "I'll give you some advice, Zeke." She was slowly turning red in anger. "How about you show it? I am not the one pushing you away! I am holding onto the last string of our relationship but I need you to need me back! Why won't you tell me what's wrong? Why can't you just open up?" She slammed her locker shut and turned her body towards him. "Why can't you just trust me, Zeke? Why? Huh, why can't you?" She started pounding on Zeke's chest angrily.

His heart pounded when he saw the tears harbouring in her eyes. He was the cause of all this. "I am not having the grandest time here, Sharpay." He announced.

"No fuck." She spat out angrily.

He ignored her comment and continued as if she never cut him off. "I'm giving my hundred and ten percent into this relationship, Sharpay. Do you actually think I enjoy our scheduled fights every morning? Or how about our thirty minute spats during lunch? Let's not forget the silent treatment until the next day where another fight will happen. I don't want to fight, Sharpay!"

Sharpay adjusted her bag and turned her glossy eyes towards him. "It's just been so hard, Zeke."

"I know – "

She lifted a finger, "Let me finish." He nodded quietly. "These past weeks, we've just been drifting farther and farther apart. And I just don't think we can pull ourselves back. It's over." She softly told him before giving him one last glance and walked away from him.

The delivery was so predictable; almost everybody knew it was coming. But not Zeke, he didn't expect it to be like this. They've handled several fights before but none ended in a break up. He felt like he was slapped in the face with such an enormous force.

He felt his heart break into little pieces. His head throbbed painfully. And he was suppressing the urge to punch something or someone. Instead, he marched towards the direction where Sharpay went. "I'll tell you!" He yelled out loud.

She stopped but she didn't turn around. "It's over, Zeke, face the truth. We're over; done, broken up, whatever else you want to call it." She could've fooled anyone except him. He could hear the tiny sound of heart break in his voice.

"I have been so distant because I didn't know how to tell you. How do you tell someone you care for deeply that you're moving to another continent, several miles away?" He ignored the small whisper of what that came from her. "I've been waiting for the right time to tell you. I thought maybe . . . just maybe we could spend my last week happy. But I should've known that's not possible when dealing with Sharpay Evans."

"They gave me a fucking ultimatum!" He laughed humourlessly. "They gave me a freaking choice. I can stay here and finish senior year or go with them. Up until now, I haven't made a decision. But after I heard the sentence, 'It's over.' I knew what I was going to choose. I have nothing left to stay for. You said it yourself, we're over, done, broken up, never to talked about again."

He glanced at her and saw her slowly crumble on the floor, facing him. He could hear the sobs escaping from her mouth. He stared at her wet and swollen eyes hardly. "I'm leaving." He turned around, adjusted his bag and started to walk towards the exit.

He heard a sound escape from her lips that sounded close to 'stay', but when he looked back she was just staring at him, tears running down her pale, white cheeks. "I love you, but as you said, this is just too much to handle." He turned around and walked away.

Ryan acted quickly and scooped his twin sister in his arms. She gently cried on his chest as he walked towards the auditorium, a place where no one would even dare step into. The others silently followed the Evans twins, ignoring all the looks everybody was giving them. They couldn't blame them, Zeke and Sharpay gave them quite a show.

Ryan carefully placed his sister on one of the chairs and sat beside her. He helped her head and allowed it to lean on his shoulder. He waited until everybody was seated beside them before talking.

"I'm sorry about what happened, Sharpay." He quietly told her. She shook her head and hugged her knees to her chest. She continued to sob on his shoulder.

She bit her lip. "I didn't know. I didn't know he was leaving. I didn't know anything. Nobody told me. Nobody warned me. It wasn't a part of the plan." Tears were endlessly dropping from her eyes.

Everybody shifted uncomfortably. Nobody was used to seeing Sharpay like this. Usually, she was so composed and confident. She wasn't supposed to be vulnerable. She wasn't supposed to let her walls crumble.

"Do you want me to go talk to him?" Ryan quietly whispered. She shook her head violently.

"No, just don't, please." Sharpay's tired and hoarse voice answered.

He leaned his forehead on the car window. He continued to watch the houses pass by. Sometimes a memory would pop into his head and it would make him smile. The car finally stopped and he sighed. "This'll just take a second." He rushed out of the car and ran towards the white front door.

He rang the doorbell once and waited. The door opened and revealed a smiling Troy. The megawatt smile Troy was wearing slowly faded. "Zeke?"

"Troy." He smiled. He was ushered inside by Troy despite his protests. It turns out, everybody was there. Well, except for the most important somebody. Everybody was shouting at the television when they arrived. Troy cleared his throat and Zeke kind of wished he didn't. Everybody was now staring at him quietly.

"Oh. Hey guys." He awkwardly greeted. "I can't stay too long. I just came here to say goodbye."

Chad was the first one to react. "Wait – what?"

"I'm leaving."

Gabriella walked towards him and for a second, he thought she was going to slap him. She engulfed him in her arms and smiled. "Take care, Zeke. Please?"

"I will."

When they pulled away, he saw a couple of tears straying from Gabriella's eyes. Taylor and Kelsi soon hugged him too. The others hugged him as well. Jason sadly lifted his fist and waited for Zeke to hit his fist with his. "Will we ever see you again?" Zeke smiled and hit his fist.

He shrugged innocently. "Truthfully, I don't know, maybe."

"Keep in touch?"

Zeke chuckled and ruffled Chad's hair. "You bet it."

He reached Ryan and offered a hand. "Goodbye, dude."

Ryan rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Don't be stupid, Zeke." He smirked and hugged him.

"Take care of your twin, alright?"

"She's a mess." Ryan bluntly said. "I've been doing my best."

"Promise me you'll take care of her?"

"Yeah, yeah. I promise."

Zeke pulled an envelope from his coat and handed it to Ryan. "Before I forget, can you give this to her? Just tell her it's from me. And if she doesn't want to read it, it's fine." Ryan nodded understandingly. Zeke said one last good bye before stepping into his car where his family was waiting patiently.

"All set?" His father questioned.

He nodded and leaned his forehead on the window again. He tried to remember everything. How the school looked, how his house looked, how Jason's, Chad's, and Troy's houses looked - how she looked. He grew up here, and now, he was going to forget everything about it.