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Gabriella's POV - -

(October 10th)

I stood in front of my open locker cleaning out what remained inside of it. All that was left were my books and other nicknacks that I had decorated it with when I first started at East High a year ago... Damn, a whole year. It seemed like so little time ago.

The only thing I left in there was a photo of Troy and I that we had taken during Junior year. I planned to leave it there until I left the school, which was in fact, in just a matter of three weeks. Why?

Because I'm pregnant.

It's not the start of my pregnancy, I am indeed in my third trimester- my seventh month to be exact.

I had gotten pregnant during my Junior year. Trust and believe, it didn't take long for word to get out. Surprisingly, it was at the very beginning of the month of April and it was it only a couple of months before Summer vacation. Once students at East High found out, things turned from already awkward from when I started at my new school, to smooth sailing when I had found my place at East High and found my love, to super awkward now that my pregnancy was out in the open. As if I wasn't already enough of a geek, try and add a baby to the picture and see how that turns out.

Naturally, I didn't get to spend Summer vacation with my boyfriend or any of my other friends because they had all been given jobs and been under the watchful of, oh, basically... your most popular, talented, and forever spoilt brat, Sharpay.

It came as no surprise as to why my boyfriend was hired. It was just another one of Sharpay's ideas on how to get him away from me, of course, to have him to herself. Luckily, he didn't let her have the idea that he was ever hers. He made it clear as crystal that I was his forever and that he was only taking the job so that he could save money for the baby. Before we found out we were going to be parents, he wanted the job to save money for college next year but, East High had promised him a scholarship to go to whatever college he desired to attend. So paying for college would be no stress on his shoulders at this point if he continued to play basketball.

I let go of the thoughts that were clouding my mind and resumed cleaning out my locker. I did so for about two minutes before I was approached by a tall male figure with sandy brown hair and a pair of beautiful blue eyes, that you could just drown in, wearing a white V-neck T-shirt and a pair of jeans and Fallen brand shoes.

It was my boyfriend, Troy Bolton.

I smiled at him as he walked closer to me, being lost in his good looks and good scent that came with him. He was completely irresistible.

"What's going on?" he asked curious to why I had such a huge grin on my face.

"Nothing" I chuckled softly. I loved when he would meet me by my now empty locker and walk me to my next class. Thankfully, this class I had coming up was with him.

For a while, I had been asking myself how Troy could be ignoring the constant trash-talking behind our backs and the never-ending dirty looks and stares people were giving us during our lunch break and passing period. Was he not phased by it or was he just good at ignoring things like that? Hell if I know. I only knew how I was feeling about the negative attention. I hated it. Sometimes I felt like I had really screwed up Troy's life even if he reassured me for a millionth time that I hadn't. I'm also pretty sure that Troy's teammates had all slapped him at least once for knocking up his girlfriend before high school was over. Chad especially, even though I was like a sister to him, was the least bit thrilled about it. Not to mention Troy's dad. Ugh, I shudder every time I think about how hard his father had pushed him since then.

Jack Bolton was never that fond of me since I had been in Troy's life. He always thought that I was messing up his future, as far as basketball was present, how I was a distraction to the priorities that mattered most in his life, and now it was about whether or not he would be achieving a high school diploma or going to college even. Despite his father's assumptions, I had agreed that I would leave East High to finish off my pregnancy and raise our child while he attended school and graduated.

Even after Junior year, Troy and I had decided to stay in Mrs. Darbus' drama class. This year her class was mostly of acting instead of singing. But there were things I hated about taking her class now, but I'll let you in on that in a minute.

Troy and I entered the big classroom and went to sit at our assigned seats. Unfortunately, my belly had grown too big to fit into my desk so Mrs. Darbus had seated me in the back of the classroom that had only a table and a chair that gave me enough space for my growing stomach. Not being able to sit in my regular seat, I developed a habit of slouching over while sitting at the table, something Troy hated for me to do. He always thought it better to keep a good posture but, with my back pains, I didn't think about how good or even horrible my posture was at this point.

As the period went on, I did what I would usually do during class. Since I've been pregnant that is. I would pretty much every thirty minutes raise my hand and ask to use the restroom -curse my bladder nowadays- or ask if I could eat a granola bar -those damn cravings!- or even on a rare occasion ask if I could leave class for the day -I needed a nap- to go home. Troy constantly turned around from his desk to look at me sitting in the back of the room. He saw how eager I was to leave class. All I could do was smile at him and shoot him off a simple wave to let him know I was all right. I was also getting hungry and wanted to go home and snack on something and get a nap. Being pregnant, I wasn't used to waking up at an early time of the day and becoming active as soon as I woke.

In class, there was soon to be a performance that involved the whole class, except for me.

Mrs. Darbus considered that me being involved wouldn't be a good idea thinking that the frustration as well as the activity would trigger an early labor. But sometimes I felt it was because I shouldn't be further exposed to the whole school. Especially since now I was now the topic of everyone's conversation. Soon the bell rang and the school day was finally over. The class room had become empty before I finally left the room, leaving only Troy and I.

I struggled to get up out of my chair and I was trying to lift my now heavy bag. Troy immediately ran over toward me to take my bag from me and gave me a look as if I were crazy.

"Gabriella what are you doing?"

"What?" I asked frowning at him slightly becoming annoyed.

"You know you're not supposed to be lifting heavy things in your condition!" he said.

I scoffed in disbelief. I didn't mind Troy being concerned about my health and the baby at times but I have to admit, it did get rather annoying sometimes. Even before my pregnancy became evident he would always stop me from engaging in any rough activity. At first it was sweet and then it became unbearable, now it was really starting to tick me off. I tried to bite my tongue most of the time thinking it was only my mood swings attempting to get the better of me but I didn't know how much longer I could handle it. Of course if I weren't being so considerate for Troy's concerns, I wouldn't be able to keep my mouth shut. I was usually independent.

"Troy I've been carrying a heavy bag since school started, how is it any different today?" I protested. Troy paused at my question. He knew I had a point but he wasn't going to stand for it.

"I realize your bag is extremely heavy today so, I'm carrying it home for you. Besides; you keep telling me how your back's been hurting you lately" he said lifting it onto his free shoulder with his other shoulder having his backpack on it.

I wanted to argue back but I couldn't help but smile at him being so sweet and caring while I was in a fragile stage. He winked at me and lead me out of the class room to his rusty retro-style pick-up truck where we would go back to my house for an afternoon snack before he went back home to practice basketball with his father.

Once we walked through my door into my house there my mother was already preparing a second lunch for us.

"Well, hi there, you two" my mother smiled at us.

"Hey, Mom" I said taking off my thin jacket and throwing it behind one of the chairs in the dining room.

"What's up Ms. M?" Troy greeted my mom while putting down his backpack and my bag by the front door.

My mom had made Troy and I peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I used to hate that kind of sandwich and Troy always loved them. Since I've been, well you already know, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches have always been my number one craving. I didn't care how because to me, it would just be a food I could enjoy with my love... for a little while at least.

We made our way up to my bedroom and ate our snack. While we did, we laughed and giggled talking about old times and days when us and out friends would do crazy things. Then we lay down on my bed and started debating on names for our baby, for if it were a boy or a girl.

"What do you think it's gonna be?" Troy asked laying beside me with his head resting on my huge tummy.

"Troy if you were going to ask me that, then we should have found out the sex of the baby at our last appointment" I laughed at my simple-minded boyfriend.

"I know but, you wanted it to be a surprise" he said looking up at me with a smile on his pretty face.

"I only said that because I thought you wanted it that way!" I laughed harder.

Troy and I agreed before to let it be a surprise, only to find out that the both of us truly wanted to learn the gender of our unborn child. It was always funny how things like that always ended up that way with us.

"Well, I say next appointment we should find out" he said as he let his head down softly on top of my stomach.

"I still want it to be a surprise in some way even if we do find out the sex" I argued trying to make sense but I knew what I meant.

"Then we can do this-" he thought trying to compromise with my decision. I sat up with him and locked a stare in with his eyes.

"We can find out the sex and just let it be a mystery to our families and friends, how about that?" he suggested.

My eyes widened at the idea, "That actually sounds like a good idea"

He smiled at me and then pecked at my lips. He was happy to get to finally know if he was going to have a boy or a little girl. I didn't care what we were having. I just wanted our baby to be happy and healthy and in a stable environment. The thought of having a baby with Troy was like a dream. A dream I never thought would ever become true before I found out I was having a baby. Also when I found out, I thought he wouldn't take it lightly and leave me. Luckily for me, he stayed around but he still didn't make any further plans to ask me to marry him anytime soon. I didn't expect him to. All I wanted him to do was focus on graduating high school and getting into college. And if I knew Troy well enough, he would ask me when the time was right.

Soon Troy left to go home and hang out with his dad. He didn't ask to stay the night after the billionth time my mother had recited the house rules since I was going to have a baby. Troy wasn't allowed to stay the night and I wasn't allowed to stay at his house. Even though we were having a child together, it was still inappropriate because we weren't married. But he was still allowed to visit. That rule had started basically after I found out I was pregnant. And telling my mother was a hard pill to swallow. And when those two words escaped my mouth, they told the story for them self. The night my baby was conceived, or I should say the night I lost my virginity to Troy, was when his parents were out of town for the weekend. Even while his parents were out they told him that I wasn't allowed to stay the night. When I had to tell my mom, she soon couldn't trust me anymore from that time on. The night I had sex with Troy was the night I told her I would be staying at my friend Taylor McKessie's house with Sharpay. You could imagine what our parents thought when we told them we were having a baby... They knew that with him only being 18 years old and still being in high school trying to earn his high school diploma and a scholarship with a baby on the way, would be a tough road to go down. But I myself was finding out the hard way much sooner.