Troy held Sharpay in his arms as they danced to... one of the songs she had recorded for her last movie. They had just finished laughing over how annoying it was, or rather she did. He liked it. He thought it was a compliment for them to be playing her music while they were here, but she didn't like it. She just had to grin and bear it.

"You have an amazing voice and if they're going to be playing it, you should enjoy it like the rest of us," he told her as she rolled her eyes at him.

"You're a biased fool."

He laughed. "Maybe a bit."

She shook her head, playfully swatting at his chest when she felt a hand touch her back. Turning, Sharpay Evans saw the one person she had only seen on TV, commercials, magazines, and her movies, in the last ten years. Troy was silent behind her as one of his hands remained frozen on her hip and the other remained frozen holding Sharpay's hand.

"Gabi! It's been a long time," Sharpay's voice sounded a little strained, even to her own ears.

Gabriella couldn't make herself look at Troy yet. It had taken every ounce of strength just to get her legs to walk over here. She nodded, smiling at Sharpay slightly. "Yeah, I've been... busy." But then she shrugged. "But so have you," she said, holding her hand up to the girl who she used to spend quite a bit of time with, especially in theatre. "How's everything? The career. How's that all going?"

Sharpay nodded, pulling Troy's arm around her, not necessarily that it was a conscious thing, but it was something she always did, talking to anyone. Troy tensed only slightly, not that Tess would notice though. "It's going good. I've got two albums out. I'm on a little break from filming in Florida, my first really big film. But, you've been doing those for years. You'd know all about those."

Gabriella waved her hand turning her head slightly, only to find that a mistake, catching Troy's glance. "It's not a big deal. You get used to it."

Sharpay smiled, looking between the two of them. "So, how are you, Gabi?" she asked, this time, consciously pulling Troy's arms tighter around her.

Gabriella pulled her eyes off of Troy's, looking at Sharpay, smiling. "I'm... Things are good with you know, my movie I'm working on now and everything. I was hoping you wouldn't mind... Do you think I could dance with Troy?" Gabriella hoped Tessa wouldn't tell her no. She hoped Troy wouldn't turn her down.

Sharpay turned to look at Troy for a moment. She knew how hard it was to pick him up out of the gutter after Gabi had left him. But that was ten years ago, even if they hadn't talked about her in those ten years, maybe it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world for them to dance. She didn't expect them to reconcile over a dance... right? He nodded, rubbing her arm slightly as Sharpay turned back to Gabriella.

"Go ahead, Gabi. I'll go talk to De Aquila."

Gabriella smiled, nodding. "Thank you, Shar."

Gabriella didn't have to question how she knew him. She was Troy's girlfriend and he was the coach, young, but he was the coach. It was his second year as coach and he wasn't even thirty. But when they hired him, they wanted someone who could get out on the court with them, show them the plays, work out with them, get into it with them. It was something the NBA was working toward, and he was their test case, something they were testing out with him, and if it worked, they'd do it with other teams. It had worked out so well last year, they were doing it with the Knicks next season after their coach retired this year. For not staying in contact with him, she knew quite a bit about him, thanks to Jules and Chad for the most part. She didn't read about him. She didn't watch TV.

Sharpay smiled up at Troy and gave him a full kiss on his lips. "You two have fun," she said, rubbing his face softly. He smiled down at her and Sharpay turned back to Gabriella, smiling at her.

"Thank you," Gabriella said again. Sharpay nodded, stepping away from the two of them, walking over to where Jules was sitting at a table. He didn't look too happy, but Tessa's smile didn't fade. She was determined not to let this affect her. She knew Troy loved her and wasn't going to let a simple dance or two bother her. He was with her, not Gabriella. Gabriella had torn out his heart and done the Mexican Hat Dance on it. No way he was going to let her do that to him again. She wasn't going to pick him up after that again.

Gabriella turned back to meet Troy's sea blue gaze. In a few seconds, she'd be touching him and she didn't know if she was ready for this.

"Hi," she spoke, feeling incredibly stupid. Ten years and the first word to come out of her mouth was "hi."

Troy took a step closer to her, holding his hand out to her. "Did you come over here to talk or to dance?"

She looked down at his hand and back up to his eyes. She loved his eyes, she always had. "Would you believe if I said both?" she answered his question with one of her own, slowly placing her hand in his.

He pulled her into his arms, but not too closely. Once he could smell her, he knew she was already too close. "I would." He took a deep breath, which proved to be an even bigger mistake. She filled every one of his senses. "I saw you yesterday on the TV," Troy told her as they began dancing when a new song started playing.

It was actually one of her songs from an album she had recorded. Not only did Gabriella act, but she had a few albums to her name as well. Not that Troy should know that. Gabriella liked listening to her own voice. To her, he didn't seem to notice it was even her singing. She lifted her head slightly as if to ask "Oh, really?" and he nodded.

"I was picking Sharpay up at the airport and you were on the screen. I couldn't tell you what they were talking about. Your movie or something. Couldn't hear it. You're filming a movie?"

Gabriella nodded, but she didn't want to talk about that. It wasn't important. "It's not a big deal, Troy. I didn't come here to talk about careers." She was sure they both know how well the other was doing in their careers and it wasn't what she had come over here to talk about.

Sighing, he nodded. "What did you come over to talk about? The way you ran away, or how you didn't actually keep good on your promise to never talk to me again."

Gabriella shook her head formed her lips into a straight line, looking up at him. "I never should have said all of that that day. I said a lot of things I wish I could take back, and I'm sorry." His eyes widened down at her and he didn't quite know what to say. "I made a mistake that day, and the day after. Biggest of my life. I've paid for the things I said to you that day and for running away from you. I was selfish and the only way I'm ever going to feel better is if you forgive me, and I know I have no right to ask for that, but I know that's the only way I'll ever feel any better."

They had slowed down to where they were almost not even dancing, no words being said between the two of them, both of them remembering the day she had broken up with him. It had been the one of the worst days of their life and neither of them would ever forget it.

"We need to discuss what happened to our baby girl," Troy's voice finally came down a few levels.

Gabriella took a deep breath, holding on to the bottom of her tank top, wrenching the hem with her fingers. "Why? So you can feel better? No thank you! No fucking thank you!"

She knew that was only going to upset him more, but she was hurting over this too. He just couldn't see that. He couldn't see how much she was hurting. For the longest time, she hadn't wanted the baby, and that's all he knew, so he was sure she could care less that the baby was gone. But that was the farthest thing from the truth now. He grabbed her, pulling her back roughly against him, staring down into her dark eyes that seemed even darker than usual.

"No, because we need to discuss the baby that we lost. YOU and ME. We BOTH lost her. You're not avoiding this or me any longer!"

She glared up at him, her face tight and upset, keeping her fists clenched around her tank. "Why? Why do you insist on making me do something that is hurting me so much?"

The pain in his voice was enough to smother her and then some. "Do you know how much not talking about it is hurting ME?" Her lip trembled no matter how hard she tried to control it. "Or are you so fucking selfish you don't even give a damn?" he asked, releasing his hold on her, stepping back from her. "All you ever care about about is your damned acting! It's why the baby is gone, isn't it? Because you never really wanted her!"

Gabriella covered her mouth, closing her eyes, moving over to the bed, sitting down. She knew he felt that. It had been the truth in the beginning, but it wasn't the truth in the now, and when she had started to want her, it was too late. She pulled her hand from her mouth, dropping it to her lap, not even looking up to him as she barely audibly asked, "Is that what you truly think?"

Troy took a slow breath. "You tell me. How did you lose the baby? One day you were pregnant with a baby you never wanted, and the next you weren't."

She looked up at him, tears burning her eyes. "I didn't get rid of it, T! I wanted this baby! I was happy about it! Didn't you think I was happy? Do you honestly think I went and DID something...?"

He grabbed at the lengths of his hair, frustrated. "No! I don't... I don't know. All I know is one day she was here, and the next... the baby we planned for was gone! Our baby girl... the one I loved... was gone. And you didn't even tell me what the doctor said about it. You just refuse to talk!"

She stood up off the bed, pleading up at him, "Because I started to love it! I started to really want it and now it's gone! I saw the future we could have had with our baby, and now that future is gone, damnit! Fuck!" And the more they started to talk about it, the more he was getting frustrated as well, not that he wasn't frustrated to begin with.

"You still won't tell me what happened, will you? How she … died. But you won't tell me!" He threw his hands up in the air, giving up. "I'm done. This is pointless!" He walked out of the room, slamming the door open.

She ran after him. "I don't know how!" she yelled at him, coming up to him, grabbing at his arm to stop him. "I don't know how to tell you, ok? I was in science and I started cramping..." She looked down at the floor, taking a deep breath as her hands slowly covered her stomach. "Remember the day when I just left class?" she asked, looking up at him. He nodded and she slowly continued, "I started cramping and I left class and I was bleeding. I went to see the doctor and he said sometimes it just happens. He said it's never anyone's fault... But if you want to blame some one... you can blame me... I do... I didn't want the baby... not in the beginning... but then I did... I still do, and now the baby's gone, and I'm so sorry."

Gabriella wanted to cry, but she had resolved not to cry anymore. She'd been doing far too much of it in the last few weeks. Troy could barely speak. He could barely stand there without breaking down.

"I don't blame you." He took a breath, shaking his head. "I blame myself for loving the baby... for getting attached... caring."

Gabriella shook her head, whispering, "No."

Troy continued, not even hearing Bri's argument, "We weren't meant to be parents. We made a mistake. We're just children ourselves. We shouldn't be bringing a child into the world. Mom makes our meals. Does our laundry. What made me think we could do that for someone else? I guess this was a blessing, right?" He stared down at her for a moment and she let go of his arm, hating that he had even said that, like it was even worse than thinking she had gone to have an abortion. "And you hate me for almost taking your career away from you before it began ... so this has fixed that too, right?"

Taking a step back from him, her eyes stared up into his. "I don't hate you, but I wish you never would have said all that." She crossed her arms over her breasts as he returned her glare.

"What, the truth?!"

She spat back up at him. "Things are not FIXED! Things are worse than they were when I found out I was pregnant!" She shook her head, throwing her hands up in the air. "I can't do this anymore, T. I won't!"

And then he said the one thing she didn't expect him to say. "What? Pretend to love me?"

She felt as though the air had been knocked out of her lungs. She had loved him since before she even knew what love was. She was sure she had loved him since she met him when she was two years old. How could he say she was pretending to love him.

"Pretend?"

He hadn't meant it, but right now he'd say anything to make her hurt the same way he was hurting. "You heard me."

She swallowed, inhaling shakily. "I have NEVER pretended to love you! I've loved you forever, and you know it! Since we were two years old and I moved in practically across the street from you! When we were kids! But if you don't believe that, that's your own fault! But I can't deal with all these fights and you not believing in me! I can't be in this relationship anymore. Once graduation is over, I never want to see you again! EVER!"

As much as it hurt her, she knew that's how things had to be. He couldn't believe the words that had come out her mouth either. He had tried to hurt her, but her words had been meant to affect them permanently, and when she said something, when she made a promise, she kept it. But this time, there had to be another way.

"You don't mean that..." He couldn't believe her.

"I do," she said firmly, crossing her arms over her breasts, "I love you, but I can't be with you. I'll look at you and I'll be reminded of everything we can't have. Everything we shouldn't have. We're done. We're not meant to be together. Accept it and move on."

He took a step back, as if her words had literally pushed her away from him. "Don't say anything you don't mean. If you're breaking up with me, be honest with me and just break up with me, don't say you love me when you really don't."

Gabriella reached up to slap him, letting out a heavy huff of air. "Excuse me! Stop telling me what I feel and don't feel. Stop assuming what I do feel! You don't know! I DO love you! That's why I will regret this every day of my life, but it's what HAS to be done! We shouldn't be together. I want you out of here. I know it's not my house, but if you won't leave, I will!"

Troy grabbed her wrist pushing her up against the wall, looking down into her dark chocolate brown eyes. "You didn't have to slap me, Lily! Say you don't love me! Say you don't love me, and I'll go!"

Bri swallowed, taking a deep breath, his aftershave filling her senses and driving her crazy. "You're playing dirty, T. I won't say it. Don't you think we're hurting enough for me to not to have to add to it by LYING to you? I love you, I just can't BE with you! Can't you UNDERSTAND THAT? Just GO?" After loosing the baby, they hadn't had sex, and she really was starting to want him ... no, can't... she thought to herself. "Please go..." she weakly pleaded with him.

He whispered heavily against her lips, "You love me, but we can't be together? Where does that make sense? Tell me you don't love me."

The whispering against her lips was driving her crazy. His cologne and aftershave was making her want to jump on him and make him fuck her till next Sunday. She needed him bad.

"Can't," she was only able to whisper herself. "Won't," she continued to whisper. "Just go. Please."

Troy moved his mouth closer to hers and she leaned her head back against the wall, but it didn't stop him. He leaned even closer.

"I'm not leaving, Lily … Say it."

Bri closed her eyes, her breath speeding up, her breasts rising and falling against his chest with as close as he was. "Never," she continued to whisper.

"Say it," he whispered, pressing his lips slightly to hers in a feathery soft, butterfly of a kiss against her lips.

"Can't," she whispered. "Won't," she kissed him again before pushing him away and ducking under his arm. "I'm not doing this! You can't make me!" She started heading for Taylor's bedroom, but before she could get two steps away from him, he grabbed her, pulling her back against him.

"Say it and I'll leave and never look back."

Gabriella looked up into his eyes as he held her against him, her arms tucked up against his chest between the two of them. "I have never lied to you and I'm not going to start now just because I'm breaking up with you, damnit!"

He pulled her closer to him, letting his hand slide down over the back of her thigh as his mouth moved over her neck. "Say you don't love me, Lily."

He was going to make her cry and she knew it. She could feel the tears behind the surface and she was cursing herself for them. She moaned against his ear, gripping his shoulders.

"Stop it!... Stop it, T!... Stop it and fuck me now!"

She couldn't fight it any longer. He was too close and the scent that was unmistakeably his was getting to her. She couldn't tell him no any longer. He didn't need to be told twice. Picking her up, he tossed her over his shoulder, slapping her ass just for good measure. She did slap him, didn't she? He walked into the room they had both just walked out of, kicking the door shut with his foot and tossing her down on the bed.

"Say it, Lily," he growled, tugging his shirt up and over his head, tossing it down on the floor by his feet.

She climbed back on the bed a little bit more, shaking her head. "Get over it! I'm not saying it!"

He kicked off his shoes before crawling up on the bed in front of her. "I'm not leaving until you say it."

She laid her head on the pillow behind her, breathing deeply as he came up above her. "Tu es un tonto obstinado, arrogante, Troy Bolton!"

He glared down at her, pressing his lips firmly to hers as he started unzipping the zipper on her Daisy Duke shorts, pulling her up off the bed a bit as he did so. "You know I don't understand a word of that shit!"

She rolled her eyes, working on his belt, "I don't give a fuck!"

She knew he didn't, but she was pissed, and when her emotions ran wild, she didn't think in English but in Spanish, she barely thought as it was. She undid the button on his pants and slid the zipper down before using her toes to slide through the belt loops and pull his pants down off of him and kick them away. Troy growled at her, yanking her tank top up and off of her body, tossing it aside before leaning down and taking the sides of one of her breasts roughly into his mouth. She arched her back to him, crying out in a loud whimper.

"I'm never moving on, Lily. I promised you forever. That's what you're getting."

She closed her eyes, cursing herself for making that same promise, but she had and there was no way she could take it back either. And if she was honest with herself, she really didn't even want to.

"Just fuck me, damnit!" she said, pushing him off of her, onto his back and climbing on top of him. "Or, I'll just fuck you, damnit!"

She undid the front clasp on her bra, pulling it off of her arms, dropping it on the bed beside them. Leaning down, she pressed her lips to his, just enough to give him a taste, both there, and with her pussy, barely letting it rub over his cock, tantalizing him with how wet she was through her panties. Troy slid his hands down the inside of her panties, slowly peeling them off of her.

"Damn you, Lily! Say you don't love me! Damnit!"

He then practically ripped her panties from her body, still one leg at a time, but with as much force as he had, he may as well have. She glared down at him, shaking her head as she hovered above him. "You don't own me, T! I will not say it!"

She closed her eyes, lowering herself onto him quickly, gripping onto his shoulders. He was always so big and she never knew how she could take him each and every time. How he fit was a miracle, and she never knew how she was going to live without him, but she knew she had to.

"I do own you," he grunted firmly, pulling her harder down onto him. His hand slide up over her her side, caressing the side of her breast, taking it fully in his grasp. Bri kept her eyes closed, placing her hands over the tops of his, one on her breast, the other on her hip.

"Not anymore. I'm not yours."

Troy didn't like the way she was talking, he wasn't going to let her break up with him, especially when she was still saying he loved him, when she was still making love to him. It wasn't right. He pushed her back over on to her back, not leaving the warmth of being inside her. "If you didn't belong to me ... you wouldn't be beneath me ... I wouldn't be inside of you," he told her, moving faster and faster inside of her.

She gripped at his triceps, holding onto him. She didn't want to let go of him. "I don't care. I'm not saying it!"

He leaned down, kissing her shoulder, closing his eyes tightly, moving his head to moan against he ear, "I love you... I know you love me, and I know that's why you won't leave."

She closed her eyes tightly, turning her head away from him. She wasn't going to do this. She had made up her mind long before he had gotten there. They were over. They were done. Acabado. No más. And she had to stick to that, or she'd crumble.

"Just fuck me."

He pulled back, grabbing her face by her chin, turning her head back to face him, capturing her lips in his forcefully, kissing her roughly. But even as he did that, his movements inside of her started to slow, and after a moment, his kiss softened as well.

"Love you," he whispered gently against her lips.

Bri lifted her lips to Troy, wrapping her arms around his torso. "I love you, T."

Troy felt his balls start to tighten up on him and he knew that it wouldn't be too long before he was spent. "Fuck, Lilllly!"

She held him closer to him, feeling her walls tightening around him as well. "Siiii!" she spoke breathlessly, holding him against her. She was breathing heavily and holding on as tightly as she could. She knew this was the last time she was ever going to make love to him, and that was upsetting her more than anything. She looked up at him, holding onto him. "T," her voice came out as a heavy whisper.

He held onto her as he released deep inside her, collapsing heavily on top of her. She didn't mind. They were both pulsing and breathing together. "I love you," he said yet again, even though he had said it several times in the past few minutes. He wanted her to know.

He was still afraid of losing her, even after what they had just done. She bit her lip, closing her eyes tightly. She had cried a lot after she lost the baby. She cried a lot in silence, alone. She wasn't going to cry now. She wasn't one that cried, and she wasn't going to cry now, even though that's all she wanted to do.

"I love ... love you, T."

Troy took a deep breath, breathing her into him as he pressed his lips to her shoulder again. "You still want me to go?" he asked, settling himself down more beside her.

She didn't bother to open her eyes. "Either you are, or I am," she told him, "but I don't think Tay wants to come home and see a naked Troy on her bed."

But those weren't the words he wanted to hear. In fact, he was back to being pissed off. He sat up, leaving her laying alone on the bed as he started looking for his clothes. He grabbed his boxers, starting to pull them on.

"So, what was this? A breakup fuck?" He grabbed his pants, shaking his head. "You're still dumping me?"

Bri held her knees against her naked body. "After everything we've been through, T, I don't know how we can just stay together."

He tugged his pants back on, pushing his feet back into his shoes as he reached for his shirt. "I'm not the one throwing us away. This is all on you." He walked toward the door, pulling on his shirt.

Gabriella reached for her panties and her bra, pulling her panties on. "You are the one who accused me of doing something to OUR baby!"

He shook his head at her, walking out the door. "I did no damned thing! But you're always twisting my words!"

Gabriella pulled her bra on, clasping the front clasp and running out to him, grabbing his arm.

"I'm glad we're over," he said, shaking his arm free of her grasp.

She gasped slightly. "You don't mean that," she barely spoke. He didn't mean that, not at all, but they were both saying things they didn't mean and it just came out. "Ever since I lost the baby, you've done nothing but yell at me and accuse me of things that aren't true!"

He finally turned to look at her, staring down into the dark eyes he loved so much. "Aren't we done here? You wanted the baby gone... Now she is! Aren't you happy? You never wanted her to begin with!"

Bri shook her head. "No! No, I'm not happy. ¡Soy más desgraciado que tu puede imaginarse! I hate that SHE is gone!"

She quickly wiped away a tear away from her cheek, refusing to cry in front of him. But he had nothing more to say to her. He left, leaving her standing on the stairs. Slamming the door behind him, he stormed down the sidewalk toward his car, punching the door before unlocking it and climbing in. He sent his fists flying at the steering wheel several times as the tears came from his eyes. He loved his Lily with all of his heart. He didn't know what he was supposed to do without her.

Inside, Gabriella was breaking down as well. She slid down the wall, holding onto the banister, sitting on the stair, sobbing into her knees. But she had made this decision, and it was one she had to live with.