Gabriella groaned softly into her pillow, moving her hands to the side of her, feeling a loud vibration. She sighed, lifting her aching body up and taking her cellphone into her hands. "Hello?" she asked, groggily, still half asleep. She ran a hand through her disheveled hair, trying to open her almond brown eyes.

"Gabi? Oh, thank god." Kelsi sighed, over the phone. "I thought you wouldn't answer. Where are you?"

Gabriella rubbed her eyes, wincing as the palm of her hand connected with her bruised eye. "Um," she said, huskily, looking around the navy blue room, "Troy's house?" She slowly sliding her feet off the large bed and made her way toward the bathroom.

"Okay. Me and the girls are coming over to bring you some soup. Sharpay's uncle is a doctor and he said that when you have injuries like you do to just relax and let everything heal." Kelsi expressed with concern evident in her voice. "So, whatever you are doing, take it easy. We'll be there in like fifteen minutes."

"Alright." Gabriella answered, simply as she ran toothpaste over her toothbrush that she left at the residence a while back ago. She clicked her phone off as she heard Kelsi announce her goodbyes. She stared at the multiple cuts that ran over her arm, but they weren't anything serious. Still brushing her teeth, she brushed a hand over the bottom of her eye that was a mixture of black and purple from when Caleb punched her. She spit out the toothpaste, feeling her lip quiver as the toothpaste burned the open cut on her lip and the image of last night suddenly haunting her. She wiped her mouth with the towel, feeling tears begin to leak from her eyes once again as she sat on the edge of Troy's bed. Her petite body shivered as only one of Troy's large pyjama shirts and her underwear covered her body and sobs escaped her. She glanced toward her dress that was thrown on the floor in the corner, cursing it silently. Her head whipped around, seeing Troy's heaving body covered in black sweatpants, a plain white shirt and black Nike's covering his muscular body as he stood in the door, staring at her sympathetically.

"What's wrong, Gabs?" Troy asked, walking quickly toward her and wrapping an arm around her shoulders, bringing her closer.

"I hate it, Troy. I feel so gross and I even look gross for god's sake." the eighteen year-old brunette cried, pulling herself out of his grip and stretching out her arms. "Look at all these scratches. I have a black eye, my lip's busted and I can't get last night out of my head." She looked up at him, seeing his crystal blue eyes staring back at her. She sighed as he stayed silent. "Fuck, say something, Troy. I'm over here balling my eyes out and all you can do is just look at me? In what disgust because I look fucking hideous? Or that Caleb touched me god knows where?"

Troy shook his hand, frantically, reaching out for her and pulling her gently by the arm as she attempted to get up. He turned her face toward his, seeing her look down immediately. "Don't put yourself down because of this, Gabriella. When I say none of it's your fault, you have to believe me. I already feel bad enough that I wasn't there for you whereas I should've been." He sighed, resting a finger underneath her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Come on, Gabs. Trust me. Please?"

Gabriella nodded warily, sobbing into her hands. She felt relief seep into her body as Troy wrapped his arm around her shoulders bringing her closer, slowly rocking her back and forth.

"My shoes!" Sharpay cried, looking down at the pink Jimmy Choo heels that had specks of soup on them. She looked up at Kelsi who was looking back at her innocently with the bowl of soup in front of her. "You're going to pay."

"Shut up, Sharpay." Taylor hissed, ringing to the doorbell to Troy's house. She smoothed back her ponytail, hearing shuffle being the door. "Hello!" she cheered, seeing a confused Troy at the door.

Troy looked at the three grinning girls. "Uh, hi?" he replied, hesitantly. "What are you guys doing here?"

Sharpay scoffed walking inside the large home. "Don't get to excited thinking that we're here for you. Where's Gabriella?" she asked, looking around the house admiring it.

Troy shut the door behind Kelsi and Taylor nodding his head upstairs. "Just fell back asleep. Why?" he asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the stairs banister.

"Because we're here to make her feel better. Oh, and because her parents were pissed that she's not going to the meeting with them, your parents and the wedding planner. Therefore, I was sent to go look for her, but I just told them she was at Taylor's house, not feeling to well. So, Bolton how is she?"

"She's was crying all last night, then, this morning." Troy answered, sighing. "She thinks that I'm ashamed and mad at her or something, I don't know."

Taylor narrowed her eyes at Troy. "Why would she think that? Although, she will be mad when she learns that you kicked the shit out of Caleb, by the way."

"I know, but I swear, I'm pissed that I wasn't there last night. I feel like this is my fault because the only Caleb wants her is because I..I was her boyfriend. Gabriella shouldn't of had to go through last night. Nobody should. I don't know what I would've done or she would've done if Tay and Chad hadn't got to her. I feel like complete shit. Then, she thinks that I'm mad at her because Caleb touched her and that I think she looks horrible."

"It's not your fault, Troy. Just be grateful that Caleb didn't actually rape her." Kelsi said, softly.

Taylor nodded in agreement. "When she wakes up she's gonna want you. You're the only one she wants right now, Troy." She glanced toward Sharpay and Kelsi nodding her head. "We're gonna leave, now. To give you and Gabriella some time alone though."

Kelsi looked up, nodding. She ran toward the kitchen, remembering the pot in her hands. "Yes, in one minute."

"I feel so bad for her." Sharpay sighed, running a hand through her blonde hair. "I feel like I should so something, I just don't know what." She thought for a moment, before letting out a loud gasp. "Let's go key, Caleb's car!"

"Hm, I like the way, you think." Taylor grinned, nodding.

Troy smiled weakly, shaking his head. He walked toward the door, opening it for the three as Kelsi walked back into the room. "Bye." He shut the door, locking it with a sigh. He leaned against the door ruffling his hair. "Man, oh, man," he breathed.

"Hey, sweetie!" Craig, Alexa's father, smiled walking into the kitchen with a cup of coffee in his hands.

Alexa looked up from Albuquerque's Daily News, nodding her head toward him. "Morning." she said, looking back down at newspaper. Her eyes widened slightly at the small headline, slowly, picking the newspaper up.

"I'm gonna go pick your mom up. Her car broke down as her and Julie were trying to come back from shopping." Craig said, dumping his cup in the sink.

"Uh, okay." Alexa replied. "Bye."

Craig narrowed his eyes at his daughter, shaking his head, before grabbing his keys off the countertop and making his way toward the front door.

"Ever heard the phrase 'It's always fun and games until someone get's hurt'? Well, that's exactly 18 year-old Caleb Hinderson's case. Hinderson was found beaten in Tallen Park early Sunday morning by Donna and Alex County, a couple celebrating their one year wedding anniversary. When police questioned the man, Hinderson replied that he and his friends were rough housing and that he supposes it went to far. Hinderson has decided not to press any charges against his alleged friends." Alexa read, softly. She slammed the paper down, letting out a groan as she ran toward the door, grabbing her keys.

Troy bit his lip as he rested a sleeping Gabriella's arm in his lap, slowly running his thumb over the small cuts and scratches here and there. He gripped her hand slightly, wanting Caleb to pay. He didn't care if Caleb didn't go all the way, he wanted him to pay and suffer, even more so than the slight beating earlier. He glanced down at her hand, noticing the silver band across her engagement finger.

Since the two had been engaged, she'd simply just turned the ring so that nobody would ask questions and would only see a silver band. Everyone knew, though. Whether either her or Troy liked it or not. The only people that really knew that it was arranged were their friends, parents, Caleb and Alexa.

Troy sighed in defeat, looking up at her face hating that this is how she would have to look at her first wedding. The only wedding of hers as long as their parents were alive, practically. He moved brushed his thumb across the dark spot under her eye, shaking his head. He grabbed the bottle of Corona that was on his night stand, taking a sip of it, before resting it back on the table.

He continued just staring in awe of how beautiful she was. The way her soft pink lips curled in a small pout as she slept, the way her long brown hair shaped along face or even the way her small girlie giggle echoed against the walls. He couldn't remember the last time he heard her laugh or saw a genuine smile on her face. "God, Gabi." he whispered.

Alexa groaned in frustration, banging on Caleb's front door. "Open the hell up!" she yelled. She pushed Caleb as he opened the door, kicking the door shut behind her. "What is this?" she asked, thrusting the newspaper in his chest.

Caleb looked at her, disgruntled, scanning his eyes over the article. "Oh, yeah." he said, dumbly, letting it slip out of his hands and onto the floor.

"Troy did this too you, didn't he? You look like shit."

"Like I haven't noticed." Caleb hissed, walking to his kitchen, rolling his eyes as she followed him. "Me and him got in a small fight yesterday. Not big deal."

"No, big deal? He fucked you up, Caleb. It has to be something about Gabriella, because she's the only thing that you and Troy would fight on. The rest you two just glare at each other like morons. What'd you do?"

Caleb licked his lips, pursing them together. He shrugged, running a hand through his hair. "I..I almost raped her." he whispered, seeing her eyes widen. He sighed. "Yesterday, at the dance. I don't know, me and her got in this argument and something... something just clicked in my head. When I was pulling down her underwear, Danforth and his girlfriend ran over and I ran. I feel so bad."

"Oh my god." Alexa breathed, slowly beginning to narrow her eyes at him. She rolled her hands into a fist, shaking her head. "You almost raped her? What the fuck is your problem? Why would you do that?" she yelled.

"I told you. You don't have to shove it in my face. I already feel fucking bad enough."

Alexa glared at him, pushing him against the chest. "I cannot believe you and to think I was beginning to feel a little, just a little, sorry for you." She hit him with her purse, groaning. "Go to hell! I can't believe you."

Caleb walked quickly after her as she made her way to the door. "You were the one who started this whole thing, so don't try to play all innocent and hate on me."

"I have done some bad things, but 'least I know I didn't go to the extent you went to." Alexa snapped, opening the door and slamming it in his face, walking out of the house.

"What time is it?" Gabriella asked, softly sitting up from Troy's pillow and pulling her hair into a high ponytail.

Troy turned to his side, groaning, as he too had just woken up from an hour long nap. "Noon." he muttered, yawning and watching as she nodded. "I'm exhausted."

Gabriella laid back down, nodding. "So am I." She paused for a moment, seeing him close his eyes. "I'm sorry." she whispered, brushing his bangs out of his eyes.

"For what?"

She brought the covers over her body, laying on her back and staring up at the ceiling. "Be..Because you don't deserve the way, I've been treating you since the break-up. You're always there for me and I shouldn't be despising you because of that. I'm sorry." she said, in a low voice.

Troy opened his eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Shush, Gabs. I deserve every minute of it. It's not half as bad as what I've done to you." he answered, turning around to answer his cellphone that began to vibrate loudly.

Gabriella sighed, knowing that he had know clue where she was going with her what was to be speech. She glanced at him as he slid out of the bed, walking to the bathroom, talking in a hushed tone. She pursed her lips together, bringing up her left hand to see the silver band around her finger. She turned it slowly, showing off the glowing diamonds. In less than a week, she would be a Bolton. She slid the covers off her body, tip-toeing toward the bathroom, curious for why Troy was being so secretive.

"I'm so happy that fucking Hinderson isn't telling." Troy mumbled into the phone, sitting on the edge of his tub. "God, what the fuck, I can't believe it's in the papers."

Gabriella narrowed her eyes, looking down at her black ankle socks that covered her feet, continuing to listen to his conversation.

"Dude, just because we, well, mostly I, kicked the shit out of Hinderson doesn't mean anything. He deserved it."

Gabriella's eyes went wide as she mouthed 'What?' She jogged back to the bed as he felt him mumbled his goodbyes. She jumped in the bed, pulling the covers up below her bust line. "Who was that?" she asked.

"Chad, wanting to see what's up. You know the usual."

Gabriella nodded. "I see." She shifted her body up, watching as he sat next to her, turning the TV on. "Where'd you go last night?"

Troy shrugged, grabbing his Corona and continuing the flip through the channels. "Here. Why?" he asked, leaving the channel on MTV as Tila Tequila was on.

"You didn't go out, like while I was sleeping or anything?"

Troy turned to Gabriella, shrugging. "Where are you getting at, exactly?"

Gabriella sighed, brushing a stray hair back. "Did you kick Caleb's ass, last night?" she asked, quickly seeing a grimace take over his handsome face. She grabbed the pillow behind her groaning into it as he just stared at her. "God, Troy, I told you to leave it alone." she said, raising her voice as she stood up, throwing the covers off her, hastily.

"Like I was really going to listen to you, Gabriella." Troy muttered, throwing his empty bottle of beer in the garbage can and grabbing another one from his secret storage underneath his bed. He cracked it open hearing Gabriella groan and stomp her foot.

"Will you put your damn beer away for one second, for Christ sake? You would think I'm talking to fucking Homer Simpson."

Troy narrowed his eyes at her, forgetting the guilt and sympathy he felt toward her just minutes earlier as she glared at him. "If I want to have a fucking beer during this horrible time then I will. I was doing you a damn favor by kicking Caleb's ass. Do you even realize that he almost raped you? Now, is not a good time to be little miss I love fucking everyone Montez."

"Oh, really? Sorry, that I'm not bowing down to you right now Troy, for doing something that I told you not too. You never listen to me. Did someone form a freakin' let's not listen to Gabriella club or something?" Gabriella yelled, stripping out of his t-shirt showing off her white strapless lace bra. "Oh and by the way, I don't love everyone, okay? So go screw yourself."

"You were the one who came running to me last night. You sound like you're standing up for Caleb. Why don't you just go actually have sex with him? I'm sure he'd love that!" Troy yelled.

Gabriella threw her high heel at him, watching as he ducked down so it hit the wall. "I'm not like you, Troy who screws everyone. Hm, I wonder what Alexa is doing right now? Oh, right, probably spreading her legs, waiting for you, right now."

Troy stood up, grabbing her high heel. "Atleast when I have sex with her, she doesn't regret it the next fucking morning."

"We're broken up, Troy. Last Wednesday was a joke!" Gabriella shouted, throwing her other shoe at him. "God, you are such an asshole! I can't believe I ever thought about getting back together with you!" She grabbed the picture frame of him and her that he had resting on his computer desk, throwing it at him.

Troy's eyes went wide as he ducked down, for what seemed to be the hundredth time that day. "Will you fucking stop with the throwing?"

Gabriella shook her head, letting out another groan as she grabbed his bottle of cologne throwing it at him. "No, I will not!" she yelled, grabbing his tennis shoe and holding it up in the air, ready to throw. "I have to get married to you in less than a week and you don't even try to act gracious toward me. Ugh!" She threw his shoe, groaning once again, as she searched for the next thing to throw.

"I tried, Gabriella! You're just so damn stubborn and hard-headed!" He moved to the side, quickly as she through one of his CD's at him. "Fuck off with the throwing, dear God."

"This actually feels nice, you know. I just love getting all my anger out on the one fucking guy," she yelled, throwing another CD, "that I care about also known as the boy who has broke my heart hundreds of times. Ugh, will you stop moving so that something could actually hit you?"

Troy shook his head, feel the CD hit him on the foot. "Why so that I can get a concussion? No, thank you." He saw her stare at him, breathing heavily in just her bra and panties as she was too busy throwing things at him to finish putting her own clothes back on. He bit his lip to stifle a chuckle as she glared at him, breathing heavily. "Are you going to put your clothes back on or do you want me to get a little too excited?"

Gabriella gasped, throwing another CD at him. "Now, is not the time to joke, jerk-off." She grabbed her dress, slipping it up her body. She crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes at him. "I hope this made you think real, long and hard. I just fell like strangling you right now."

"Hm, I'm guessing, I should be afraid to sleep tonight, am I right or wrong?"

Gabriella chewed on her cheek, attempting not to let out a laugh. She hated it when he did this; act completely nonchalant about a fight that she thought that was serious, yet, somehow made her want to laugh.

Troy saw her face light up, trying not to smile or laugh. He wiggled his finger in front of her smiling. "See, I knew I could make you feel better. I know, you're dying to laugh." He smirked, walking toward her. "Come on, Gabs. Don't be mad at me. I'm your bestest friend." he said in a baby voice as he brushed her bangs back.

"Actually, Sharpay's my bestest friend. Please, get your info correct, Bolton."

Troy arched a brow at her. "Really? Well, I guess me and Sharpay will have to have to fight for that spot then, won't we." He grinned as she smiled for the first time in what seemed to forever. He felt his heart flutter, as she ran a hand through his hair, slowly bringing his lips closer to hers. He slid his arm around her waist, gripping it as the two's lips touched innocently. Fireworks went through him as she kissed him fiercely, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Gabriella's stomach was flowing with butterflies in them as she continued to kiss the blue eyed boy, washing away all the thoughts of strangling him she was having and the horrible night, the night before was. She was finally in his arms. The one place where she always felt safe and this time not regretting it. Her eyes opened up, glancing toward the doorway as she saw Chad, Zeke and Jason staring at the two wide-eyed. She pushed Troy away, stuttering. "Uh, I'm gonna go, now. My parents are probably just getting home from the lunch. I'll, um, see you later." she said quickly, blushing as she grabbed her her shoes and walked out of the room, leaving a glowing Troy.

Chad stared at Troy, smirking. "Damn. Girl almost gets raped last night and she's already getting some Bolton action. Please, keep Troy Jr. in the pants for once."

"Shut the hell up, Chad." Jason hissed, hitting the afro-headed boy. He looked at Troy, smiling. "You guys are back together?"

"No." Troy answered, shrugging.

Zeke rolled his eyes, looking at Jason and Chad. "Yeah, right." he whispered.

"Hey." Gabriella said, walking into her parents room as she saw her mother laying on the bed, sketching on in her sketch book. "Where's dad?"

"He went to the Evans' house. Poker night." Sonia answered, resting the book on her lap. She watched as her daughter, sat on the bed, snuggling under the covers. "Are you barely getting home? It's eight o'clock at night."

Gabriella nodded, shrugging. "I went to Taylor's house for a bit." She glanced toward her mother's sketch book, smiling as she picked it up, resting it in her lap. "What are these?"

Sonia smiled. "My new fall design. I'm focusing on wedding dresses this time around." She rested her head against her daughters, sighing. "You're going to look beautiful on Saturday."

"I'm scared, mom." Gabriella whispered, lifting her head up and looking into her mother's identical brown eyes.

"Of what, sweetie?"

Gabriella sighed. "Of everything. I'm going to be a wife to a guy that I love so much, it's almost scary, yet, I hate him most of the time. What if something goes wrong at the wedding? Like I don't fit into my dress, one of my bridesmaid's doesn't find into their dress, I fall while walking down the aisle or someone tells that this whole wedding is phony?"

Sonia took off her glasses, letting out a breathe. "Gabs, it's not a phony wedding. You and Troy love each other, it just so happens that you guys are getting married not on your own turns. Plus, you need to stop with the what ifs. When your father and I, got married, I was nervous the whole day. Then, when I was walking down the aisle and I saw the way your father looked at me, everything fell right into place. Other than the large amount of guest, we have coming, I've made sure to accommodate the wedding to what you've always told me you wanted. I promise, honey, it'll be one of the most magical days."

"I guess." Gabriella smiled. "Thanks, mom. I'm glad you're not being dismisive like dad always is whenever I try to bring up the subject of me being scared."

"He's just as scared and nervous as you, Gabs. It's alright."

"I guess." Gabriella muttered. "Thanks."

Sonia grinned, wrapping an arm around the brunette's shoulders and pulling her close. "No problem. I can't believe that my one and only baby girl is getting married in less than a week."

Gabriella laughed, nodding, smelling her mom's sweet lilac perfume. "I know."

"You'll do great, babe. I can assure you."

Troy groaned, throwing his bed's covers off him hastily. He sat up from his bed, groggily, opening the door to his bedroom. "Nice that someone can get the fucking door other than me!" he yelled, toward his parent's bedroom door as he continued to walk through the dark house as it was eleven thirty at night. He ran a hand through his messy hair, sighing as he came face to face with Alexa who was standing in the door way, smiling weakly. "Oh, god."

"Shut up, Bolton. Can I come in?"

"Do you know what time it is? I have school tomorrow." he said, leaning in the doorway. "Speak now."

Alexa rolled her eyes. "Look, I just came here to say I'm sorry. I'm pretty sure you know that I was the one who made up the whole plan to wreck you and Gabriella with Caleb. You just have to know, in no way shape or form did I tell him or even mention raping her. I honestly feel horrible, that it had to go to that extent. So, yeah. There's my apology. Take it or leave it."

Troy arched a brow at her, crossing his arms. "Well, that was the best damn apology I've ever heard, but I don't think I need one, to be honest."

"Do not tell me that I just walked three blocks from my house to here, only to waste breath. Are you kidding me?"

"Nah. I just wasn't bothered by your little antics. You didn't hurt me, because I knew what was coming my way. You should be apologizing to Gabriella. She's had a rough last couple of weeks."

Alexa cocked a hip out, grinning. "It's almost sickening how much you care for that girl, you know that right?" She smiled as he looked down blushing. "I also wanted to say, I am so over trying to be your girl or whatever. I've finally come to terms that you do think I'm highly attractive, you just can't be in a relationship with a high maintenance girl like me. Gabriella's the sweet girl, that everyone loves and you're the cocky ass. Good pairing."

"Who said that I thought you were highly attractive?" Troy asked, laughing.

"Please, Bolton. You should see the way you look at me."

Troy rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Whatever you say, Fryer."

Alexa nodded. "So, are me and you cool?" she asked, shifting her red purse.

"Yeah, we're cool."

"It's getting late, I'll talk to Gabriella tomorrow at school or something. I'm just so sick of all the drama and I will admit, guilt has been washing over me. Oh, and guess what I got in the mail a couple days ago?" the black haired girl, cheered, opening her purse.

Troy watched as she pulled out an ivory envelope out of her purse. "Wedding invite?"

"Yep. Sounds very fancy. I might go for the food, to be honest and to see you shit your pants the whole time. My parents are going, so I might as well, catch a ride with them."

"See ya there." Troy paused for a moment, narrowing his eyes at her. "You're not so bad, Fryer. You know that?"

"I've known that for a long time, not to be vain or anything." She smiled, sighing. "Well, I should be going home now. I'll see you tomorrow at school, okay?"

Troy nodded. "Goodbye, Alexa."

"Bye, Troy." Alexa sang, turning around and beginning to walk toward her large home.

Gabriella grabbed her cellphone, glancing toward her alarm that read two fifty a.m. She sighed, dialing the one number she knew by heart. She turned on the light beside her bed, clicking her tongue waiting for an answer.

"Talk to me."

"Are you awake?" Gabriella asked, hearing Troy's weak voice on the other end of the line.

Troy groaned into his pillow. "I am now. What's up?" he asked, yawning.

Gabriella shrugged. "I can't sleep. I keep thinking that like Caleb or someone is gonna jump out at me." She rolled her eyes as he chuckled lightly. "Thanks alot."

Troy smiled. "Gabs, he can't get into your house. Are all your doors locked?"

"Yes."

"Are your balcony curtains closed?"

"Yes."

"Then, he can't see or get into your house. Plus, doesn't you house have an alarm system anyways?"

Gabriella nodded, chewing on her finger nails. "Yeah, but Troy I'm scared. I can't go to my parents, because then I'd have to tell them about everything. I can't call Sharpay, Tay or Kels, because they'll say they need their beauty rest for starting off the week. I'm definitely not calling Chad, Zeke, Jason or Ryan, because they'll just make retarded jokes. So, please, could you come over or something? I'll bump Sharpay out of the bestest friend spot and put you there?"

Troy let out a laugh. "Fine. I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Thank you." Gabriella smiled, walking out of her bed to turn on her bedroom lights.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Troy muttered, shutting his phone and rolling out of his bed.

"It's four a.m." Troy groaned, falling into Gabriella's pillow and closing his eyes.

Gabriella shrugged. "I'm not going to school. I can't anyways, with my black eye."

Troy opened his eyes, looking at the brunette who was wearing a pair of black terrycloth short shorts and a white tank top, eating a bowl of ice cream. "You can't even see it."

"Oh my god, the hell you can't. I look horrible. I also can't go to school because I didn't get a chance to do my math homework, so I have to spend today, making up a good excuse."

Troy shifted his body up, so that he was sitting beside her. "You stress yourself out way to much, Gabs. It's already almost the end of Senior year, we got into UCLA, so now you can just chill." He dipped his finger into her ice cream, sticking his finger into his mouth. "Mm, mind if I have that?"

Gabriella scoffed, resting the bowl of chocolate chip ice cream on his lap. "I do not stress myself out." She rolled her eyes as he mouthed 'Right.' "Well, maybe I do, but only because I want to set a good example and be an intelligent person."

"You're one of the smartest girls I know. Hell, you are the smartest girl, I know. You should just go with the flow, like me."

"Does going with the flow mean getting C's and D's, like you?"

Troy glared at her, sticking the spoon into his mouth. "I mean, have fun. Drink beer every now and then, smoke since it tends to be your favorite thing-"

"It's not my favorite thing. It just helps me calm down." She raised her finger up, pausing him. "Speaking of which." she said, pulling out her lighter, cigarettes and ash tray from her night stand. "I'm gonna have one, right now." She glanced toward her bedroom door, making sure it was closed before lighting her cigarette. She let out a sigh in content as she blew out the smoke, like a pro. "That's it."

Troy crinkled his nose. "It still hasn't fathomed me that you of all people smoke. I mean, you don't look like you do."

"That's because I smoke like once a week. It's no biggy." she said, sticking the cigarette back in her mouth. She stared off into space, pensively. "What are we?" she asked, unexpectedly, making Troy pause from taking a bite of his ice cream.

He stuck the spoon into his mouth quickly, trying to have time to think as she turned to him, staring anxiously. He swallowed the cold food, shrugging, lightly. "I have no clue."

"We really did screw up that last relationship, didn't we?"

"You have no clue." Troy muttered. "It's all my fault though, Gabs. I should've been honest with you from the start."

"No, it's my fault. I didn't even give you a chance to explain or even give myself any time to think anything over."

Troy smiled, feeling his become droopy and watching as she covered a loud yawn. "It's okay. Everything will be okay." he said, laying his strong body down and smelling her strawberry shampoo on her pillow. He pulled her lavender covers over his body that was covered with the usual; basketball shorts and a white t-shirt.

Gabriella nodded, turning off the light from the side table, laying next to him. She laid next to him, staring at him in the dark, the moonlight the only light. "You need a haircut, before the wedding." she whispered, giggling into her pillow.

"If you pay for the haircut, I'll be more than happy too." he whispered back, keeping his eyes closed.

"How much do haircuts cost?"

He shrugged. "Ten for the haircut, five dollars for some McDonald's, a good sixty dollars so that I can fill up my car with some gas to get to the haircut-" he winced as she slapped him on the arm. "Okay, okay, ten dollars."

"That's what I thought."

Troy smiled. "Night, Gabriella."

"Night, Troy."

Sonia sighed, looking at her watch as she waited for Gabriella downstairs. "Gabriella Aliana Montez!" she yelled, resting a hand on her hip. She looked at her husband, who was sitting in the parlor, reading the newspaper. "Chris, where is your daughter?"

Christopher shrugged. "No clue."

Sonia rolled her eyes, walking up the stairs. "I swear, if she is not dressed and ready to go to school." she mumbled, under her breath. She opened her daughter's door, wide eyed as she saw Gabriella and Troy sleeping peacefully in her bed. Gabriella's arm was wrap around his waist as she rested her head on his chest, while Troy snored softly, laying on the bed with a hand on the small of her back. Sonia smiled weakly, walking out of the room and closing the door softly behind her. She walked back down the stairs, grabbing her brief case and seeing Christopher slipping his suit jacket on.

"Is she up there?"

Sonia shook her head. "I'm guessing she's at school and just took a ride with one of her friends. I, uh, should be home by six. I'll see you later, honey." she said, walking out of the house.

A/N: Hello, hello. Thanks so much for the reviews. I love 'em. Had some extra time so I typed this up real quick. I'll try to update soon. As always, please review. (: