Troy changed out of his pajamas and grabbed his cell phone. He dashed downstairs and scribbled a note to his mother to explain the situation. He was waiting on his living room couch, glancing out the window every few seconds.

As Chad's mom's car pulled into his driveway, Troy felt apprehensive about what was to come. What was the accident? Would Gabriella be okay?

Chad flung open the car door, and let Troy in.

"What happened to her Chad?" he asked as soon as he had buckled his seatbelt.

Chad's mom, who was normally a slow driver, was going a little over the speed limit.

"During gym class . . . you know how we are doing track and field?" Chad asked.

"Yeah."

"Well, all I witnessed was a loud bang, and Gabriella was on the floor in front of one of the hurdles," he explained, "but I heard a rumor that Morgan was yelling at her while she was running, and that made her trip."

Troy's anger shot through the roof. It was all Morgan's fault.

"I also wanted to say I'm sorry Troy," Chad said, "I was wrong to like Morgan . . . now she's someone I wouldn't even want to be seen with because of what she did to Gabriella."

"Well, I'm sorry too," Troy told him, "I shouldn't have pressured you into asking Morgan out when I knew she liked me."

"We're cool," Chad declared.

Troy smiled. Of course they would be cool. Chad and Troy had been inseparable best friends for their whole lives.

"I hope Morgan knows it's going to take all of my strength to prevent myself from strangling her the next time I see her," Troy laughed, but then got serious, "So . . . what exactly happened to Gabriella?"

"Her leg looked like it was twisted, and she was unconscious," Chad described.

Troy took a deep breath. He hoped with everything that Gabriella would be okay.

The car pulled into the hospital parking lot, and Troy practically jumped out of the car when it had barely come to a stop. Chad dashed after his friend, and his mom walked at a normal pace behind them.

"Could you tell me where Gabriella Montez is?" Troy asked the lady at the front desk.

"Montez, Montez . . ." she said, searching her computer files, "Room 215 in the emergency ward. You can't go in unless you're family but you can sit in the waiting room."

Troy only listened to the room number, and didn't catch the last part. He was already running to catch the elevator to get to the second floor. Chad trailed behind, out of breath because it wasn't basketball season anymore, and he was slightly out of shape.

As Troy neared her room, he was repeating the same thing in his mind: Please be okay, Please be okay, Please be okay.

He recognized Gabriella's mom standing outside one of the doors.

"Troy!" she exclaimed, surprised to see him.

"Gabriella?" was all he could manage to ask as he caught his breath.

Chad stood next to him, panting.

"She's still unconscious Troy," she explained, "She has a broken leg as well."

Tears brimmed Mrs. Montez's eyes, and they made Troy want to cry. Chad's mom eventually came down the hallway. She comforted Gabriella's mom, and the two adults conversed in the waiting room.

Troy and Chad were sitting against a wall near Gabriella's room. A doctor walked passed, and went into Gabriella's room, so Troy tried to see inside.

His worst fears were coming true. He saw Gabriella, lying unconscious on a bed, and she had all kinds of tubes and machines around and in her. That's when Troy finally broke down.

He cried. His father told him that only the weak people cried. Well, he'd rather be weak then not to show his emotion for Gabriella. And his guilt level was as high as ever. This was his entire fault.

If he hadn't started reading horoscopes, he wouldn't have gotten that scary one, and it wouldn't have come true. If he had found a way to make Morgan not like him . . . then she wouldn't have tried to get revenge on Gabriella. It was his fault only.

"Troy . . . it's not your fault," Chad said, sensing his feelings through his tears.

"Look at this," he told him, showing Chad that morning's text message.

"TROY! HOROSCOPES ARE NOT TRUE!" Chad screamed at the top of his lungs.

A nurse came and told the boys that they had to go somewhere else because they can't block the hallway.

Troy just stared back at Chad with a stunned expression.

How could horoscopes be wrong? They had been proved true every day this week.

Troy spoke under his breath, "Horoscopes never lie."

They walked into the waiting room, and Troy's cell phone rang.

"Where are you?" the voice on the other end asked . . . his mom.

"I'm at the hospital," Troy said, remembering the note he left.

"Is Gabriella okay?" she asked, concerned.

Troy's mom loved Gabriella. Whenever she came over, she was very polite, and even helped his mom with dinner.

"She's unconscious and has a broken leg," he explained sadly.

"Would you like for me to come by?" she asked.

"It's okay mom," Troy decided.

"Alright," she said, "I hope your feeling better then you were this morning."

Troy was confused, and then remembered. He had faked sick this morning.

"Yes, I'm a lot better," he told her.

"Troy . . . I know you want to be there for Gabriella, but I don't want you staying at the hospital all night. I'll pick you up in a few hours."

"Okay mom," he said, "Bye."

"Wait Troy," she continued, "I know it's not the time for this . . . but your father received your cell phone bill in the mail today, and he's not happy. It's much higher than normal."

Troy started to panic. Of course . . . having that horoscope subscription would cost money!

"Uhhh . . . sorry mom," he apologized.

"Bye Troy," she said, "I'll call in a few hours."

"Bye."

Troy stopped, and went into deep thought. He didn't need to know what was going to happen in his future. He didn't want to know. He didn't want to be under this stress, and to cause so many people he loved so much pain.

He needed to cancel his subscription.