Gabby had expected college to be relaxing. A less drama filled version of high school, although now it was appearing even more dramatic.<em>Then what about that hot red head that was screaming your name last night?!</em>She yelled to him in her head. She wanted to grab him by the shoulders and shake him, kick him in his favorite appendage. Gabriella knew it had to be just an excuse to get back into her pants. Why else would he say that? Because he honestly was sorry? Ha! There was nothing in the world that could explain why he 'had' to break up with her. Her eyes moved away from his form and back to his jeep, she wanted to open it up and tear it apart, his pride and joy, she wanted to trash it.<br/><br/>Gabby regained control of herself after her ears turned a bright red. With a sharp inhale she stormed back to her dorm room, passing by giggling groups of happy college students who paid her little attention as she went to her room and slammed the door. She wasn't to be left alone, just to vent, to lie in bed for the rest of the day with her huge textbooks and fill her head with everything and anything beside Vincent. "You didn't have to do it," Gabby muttered as she angrily flipped a page, almost ripping it. "You wanted to! You didn't<em>have</em>to do anything!" Her eyes were razor sharp as she scanned the pages, barely taking in words.