Have you ever panicked? Have you ever-just known what would happen if you did this or that? I really brought it on myself. If I hadn't been so selfish in High School, if I hadn't always gone after what I wanted so ruthlessly, if I hadn't lied to get my way so many times maybe things would've been different. It was innocent at first; we were the only ones there from High School. He would talk to me in the halls and joke about things that no one else would get. Who else could understand a couple being labeled Troyella or a joke about a jock doing something out of character being a "Zeeke"? Soon jokes in the hall became me attending his games and him coming to my plays. We dissed each other, that's how we worked. Acknowledging that it meant something that the other came became going back to our rooms and watching movies instead of attending after parties. Eventually that became doing homework together and somehow we became friends. In the beginning we weren't doing anything wrong but every time she called I'd get quiet. It was unspoken rule that she was not to know about the newfound us. We never talked about why but it was always there. As the days became weeks and the weeks became semesters we were waiting for IT.

It didn't happen like most people would think that it would for us. There was no big fight turn passion nor did I deck out my apartment and seduce him. We told ourselves that all best friends of different genders kiss goodnight and that it was natural for him to slip into bed with me when we were studying late. Changing in front of each other was no big deal and ignored the way the other's eyes greedily devoured each other's bodies. It wasn't cheating for him to caress my bare belly during a movie or to plant soft kisses on my shoulder. One night in our last year found me clinging to him as he moved gently inside me. Our eyes never left one another. In the morning we pretended that we had just fallen asleep to another movie and though it happened four more times that semester neither of us was willing to confront it.

Three months and missed periods later I confirmed what I already knew. I was pregnant and because for me there was no one else it had to be his. I challenged the last of my classes for my teaching degree and was gone before he ever realized I was acting strange. I couldn't tell him and have him accuse me of making it up so he would break up with Taylor. I moved to a small town in Texas and did my student teaching. I could've never done it without my Daddy's money but I stopped caring about that when my son was born.

Six pound eleven ounces he had his daddy's dark skin and tight curly hair. I knew it would grow to be a ringlet curl Afro. He had my brown eyes though you would have to look closely to not mistake them for Chad's. They had flecks of yellow in them defining them as mine. He had my nose and his Dad's square jaw. I got a job and Daddy bought me a four-bedroom house as a graduation present. No one ever said anything about it but I knew it was mostly for Tyler. Tyler Evans because to give him his last name would mean letting Ryan know whose baby it was. Since no one was around for our friendship it never crossed Ryan's mind that I lied about a one-night stand. I felt bad for lying to my twin but Ryan would've felt obligated to tell him and that would just be a disaster in my book.

Tyler was five when the invitation came in the mail. It was for our ten-year reunion. I couldn't think of one reason why I wasn't going when my flippant, "Nobody liked me anyway."

Fell flat to Ryan and Kelsi's "show them you've changed then," counter. So I showed up back home hoping against hope that he wouldn't be there. I knew the moment that I heard her flawless voice that my life was going to hell. I figured the park would safe place and Tyler was thrilled.

"Sharpay Evans!" I turned to see Gabriella walking up to me. A four-year-old boy clung to her hand and I found it ironic that the best friends both had sons that were tiny replicas of them.

"Gabriella…Bolton?" I made it a question as I indicated the small child.

"Yep." She looked happy and I couldn't help but smile. She turned around and I followed her gaze to where Troy was lumbering up the sidewalk with a little girl of about two on his shoulders. It figures that they would have the two kids, I thought about asking where the dog was but if the joke didn't fall flat they might be offended.

"Sharpay!" Troy smiled at me and I smiled back, "What brings you here?"

I winced at the question, "Same thing you are." I wasn't playing coy I just feared disaster.

"Taking the kids to the park?" he asked as though it were joke.

"Kid." I said no quietly enough to be a whisper but not in a voice they would've ever associated with the Sharpay of school.

They looked surprised and looked out to the playground. We weren't by far the only people here and I knew they wouldn't pick him out. They were looking for a blond head among the kids, someone who was wearing a flashy outfit. Tyler was dressed in a blue and red jogging suit. The only thing that might give it away was the designer tag on his pants. Of course Tyler spotted me with new people and had to come over and investigate. Chad and I were both outgoing people so our son was bound to be anything but shy. "Mommy, can you push me on the swings?" he tugged on my shirt but was looking at Troy. Not having a man in the house caused Tyler to be exceptionally curious about men especially those with kids. This was my son's way of asking to be introduced.

"Tyler meet old friends of Mommy's and Uncle Ryan's. This is Mr. and Mrs. Bolton. Guys this is my son Tyler."

Gabriella didn't miss a beat although Troy's jaw hit the floor. "This is Caleb and Charity." I knew what was happening, Gabriella hadn't been around when we were kids and didn't put an image of Chad over Tyler.

As the kids pulled Gabriella to the swing I smiled brightly at Troy who was eyeing my suspiciously. "Tyler was a one night stand present. I didn't know his Dad at all but we're doing good."

Troy blinked in surprise, "So he's not anyone I knows kid?" he asked.

I shook my head, "Not to my knowledge." Later as Tyler and I returned to my childhood home that I breathed a sigh of relief, my secret was safe.