A trench coat Gabriella wears when trying to track down Troy

Gabriella moved through the shadows as the overhead car garage lights flickered. She watched Troy walk out of the rink's main entrance and stalk over to his car before following him at quickly as she could without him noticing. Troy just about hopped into his car when he heard a small sob behind him. Gabriella looked tired and broken as they peered into each other's eyes. Troy flinched when he saw the hurt that reflected in her once sparkling eyes. "What do you want Gabriella?" Troy asked quietly looking at the ground before meeting her gaze again. He maintained a unfazed stare as Gabriella sniffed back her tears. "Where have you been?" she asked him, her voice shaking and going up a octave at the end. "I've missed you, I've waited for you at the rink for-" "I've been busy with helping Analeigh." Troy sighed, pulling his beanie down closer to his eyes. "After her accident, she's been really vunerable lately." "Troy, she thinks it's my fault that she fell! She's just making you feel bad about it." Gabriella sobbed taking a step closer to him. Her bangs fell in her eyes, before she combed them behind her ears still staring at Troy. Anger built inside her as she saw her answer flicker across Troy's face. "Please, don't let her do this to us." she stepped closer, slowly as to not push Troy into running from her. Troy took a deep breath, his heart screaming for him not to say what he was about to say. "She's not doing anything to us. Gabriella, there is no 'us'." Troy felt his heart break when he saw the look on her face. Like a deer in headlights, about to be run over. "I came here to help her, she's my sister and she needs my full attention right now." "She seriously needs all of your attention?!" Gabriella shrieked, backing down and clutching her coat closer to her body. "I need you too, Troy." tears started to roll down her cheeks, fat and full of emotion. "You were fine before. I wouldn't blame you for not understand the connection I have with my sister." Troy sighed, walking to his car and climbing in. He watched Gabriella compose herself in his rearview mirror. It took almost everything he had to not climb back out and hold her small body to his. To just kiss her tears away and tell her it was a joke. Gabriella gave him one last glance before walking out of the garage. She didn't glance back as Troy's car roared and drove the opposite way. She pulled out her cell phone, dialed a number by heart and listened to the dial tone till the person picked up. "Mami, I need to see you. Can I come home for a while?" Gabriella asked quietly, hoping the sounds of her crying wouldn't reach her mother. "What's wrong mija?" Maria asked urgently, dropping the file she had in her hand back onto her desk. Her secretary glanced at her, opening her mouth before Maria shushed her and shooed her out the door. "He's gone," Gabriella cried, leaning against a brick wall. "And I don't think he's coming back."