A/N: Hey guys! :D I know, I know. You hate me.

I know said I was taking a break to go write a long story....but I didn't. If anyone knows me at all, then they know that I have a tendency to procrastinate and push things off until ....never. But, I'm back, for like a little while since next Tuesday is the anniversary of the day I joined Fanfiction: first as a reader, then as penname sexiiazn16, and now as strawberriesandsunshine, and I decided I kinda wanted to be a whore and celebrate it. It's really been an amazing two years, I'm not gonna lie. Fanfic is the place I go to when I'm just looking for something amazing to read, and I've probably spent 3/4 of those two years just reading. It feels weird since, two years ago, I was still like, a kid. And I admit, I still am (at least deep inside), but so much has changed and it's hard to believe. I wish I still had my old stories from when I just started writing to be able to see how much my writing has changed, but due to a lot of factors, I can't. But I hope that through these years, my writing has improved substantially. :D And I would love to thank everyone that's read my stories and reviewed and such because those little one-liners really make my day. So... little speech of happiness :) Yeah.

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hey :) ok. so this is a long story. I know. Shocker that I could keep my attention span long enough to be able to sit and continue one story. Truth is...I can't.

I know said I would make myself write at least 3/4 of a long story before posting it....but I couldn't help myself. To let myself commiserate this happy day, I thought I'd just post the first chapter of this story, it's kinda like a trailer sort of? Except actually part of the story. I DUNNO. But yes. I have no clue when I'm going to update this. I thought about quickly scribbling down a one-shot or something so I could at least give you guys a finished product...but I couldn't really think of anything. I have a few one-shots in "back-up" but they're from quite a while ago. ANYHOO.

I know there might be people who will be like, "oh em gee. update this you motherfucker," but this is my message to them that i'm sorry! I don't know when I can! I've only gotten like, five chapter written and they haven't even been through revising and editing like I do with my stories. So, I can't promise to update this anytime soon, but I hope you'll still enjoy it! :)

C: strawberriesandsunshine

[Also, (yeah bordering rambling but this important) this story contains lots of cussing and swear words which probably should make it borderline T to M but I'm keeping it T because there's no sex and bomchickawowwow shit (example of cuss word) in it. So if you are under 18 or can't stand obscene language. Please get parental permission before continuing. I'd prefer not to be the ruiner of childhood innocence. kthanks,,,]

Disclaimer (since apparently it's all the rage) : I own nothing already copyrighted and such or else I would be rolling in piles of money and wouldn't fucking need to go to school.


"You're PREGNANT? How the hell did this happen?"

Gabriella watched as Troy took a vase and hurled it across the room, watching the little pieces shatter into innumerable amounts of porcelain. She wanted to crawl across the room and grab the pieces that represented her life, to put them back together, so it would be back to normal again. All it needed was some love. Troy's frustrated yell interrupted her lifeless stare.

"I…I don't know," Gabriella mumbled, rubbing her stomach gently, not believing that there was a tiny human growing inside. She watched as Troy clenched and unclenched his fists, crumpling the paper she had given him, saying that he was the father of her baby. She couldn't believe that this was happening to her.

"It was ONE night. For God's sake. One TIME!" Troy shouted, banging his fist against the wall before angrily turning his head towards her. "You! It must've been you," he accused, crumpling the bright yellow paper and angrily throwing it off to the side.

Gabriella shrunk back from the malice dripping from his voice. "No!" she denied, shaking her head.

Troy let a sarcastic laugh before returning to his offensive stance. "Of course it was. You purposely seduced me, so you could have my baby and suck the alimony dry from me! Is that it? Or did you do it so you could tell the papers that you were having Lakers Superstar Troy Bolton's child?"

Gabriella's eyes widened. How could he even say that? If it was up to her, she would've never slept with him in the first place. "Troy, I-"

"You're having an abortion," Troy stated before angrily crossing his hands. He was not going to let this woman ruin him.

Gabriella immediately made a shield with her hands, protecting her unborn child from the man in front of her. "What?"

Troy stalked towards her and angrily poked her, his eyes hissing fire. "You are NOT having my child. I refuse,"

Gabriella scoffed, fury rising within her. "Oh you refuse?" Gabriella echoed. "Well then that means I must definitely not be having the baby" Gabriella mocked sarcastically.

Troy seemed stunned at her sudden change in tone before she continued, "Well guess what Troy Bolton? You don't control me and I am NOT killing my baby," Gabriella said, her voice rising as her anger grew. "I don't give a shit whether or not you pay alimony or whether this is the Troy Bolton's baby or not. Hell I wish it wasn't your child. I just thought you would've liked to know you have a child. But apparently this world has made you so cynical that you think I'm as egotistic as you, you son of a bitch!" Gabriella shouted as Troy immediately became livid.

"Fine! Then don't ever talk to me again! I want nothing to do with you!" Troy shouted before pointing to the door. "And get the fuck out of my apartment,"

Gabriella glared daggers at the man standing in front of her, unable to believe how selfish and stupid he was. "Fine! I'd rather my baby not have a father then have an egotistical bastard like you!" she shouted before shoving his body out of the way and stomping towards the front door.

"Hey! You-you come back here! Take that back!" Troy said, angry at what she had just said. "Get back here now,"

Gabriella turned around and threw her arms down. "I'm not a dog or one of your love-crazed fans! You can't control me!" Gabriella yelled while slipping on her shoes. "I am the mother of your child, and that's a fact you're just going to have to deal with!"

As Troy stumbled to find a word to even better express his fury, Gabriella angrily ripped the door open and slammed it loudly as she stomped out.

"Fucking bastard," Gabriella cursed as she proceeded to stomp down the long driveway from the Bolton mansion, shoving her cold arms into her jacket pocket. "Thinks he's all that because he's the LA Laker's basketball captain. Well, fuck him." Gabriella said before kicking the Bolton Residence Mailbox, watching as it shook, hoping that it would fall off and cost Bolton and his rich ass a million dollars to fix. "Fuck him. And his stupid fucking sperm." Gabriella grumbled before proceeding to walk onto the sidewalk.

She knew that she would regret everything about that night but what was currently growing inside of her. She had met him in a bar and thirty drinks later, Gabriella woke up in a hotel room, naked, and with the worse hangover she had ever felt. That's when she saw Troy walk back in, frustrated, and angrily yelling at her to get out as she hurriedly got dressed and the got hell out of there.

Six weeks later, she was puking all over her apartment and began the new routine of eating fried oysters for breakfast. When her friend, Sharpay, came over one day and smelled the oysters, she knew something was horribly wrong. Which led to a visit to the doctor and the discovery of the little bundle of joy now in her body.

God, she was going to be a mom. What the fuck?

Gabriella began thinking of her new life. She knew it wasn't going to be easy. Her parents had died years ago in a car accident when she was barely eighteen, and she had no siblings. No one to support her, no one to take care of her. She barely made it through college with random scholarships and loans. Now, she was working as a waitress in a restaurant, hoping that she could save enough to pay her bills, return the loans, and find some way to accomplish her dream of becoming a doctor. She had always dreamed of being someone who would make a difference.

But now, she was pregnant. That would mean more expenses like diapers and bottle and cribs. She was already struggling to pay the electricity bills, much less attempt to pay for a new baby. She needed a best friend, and there was only one she knew of. Groaning, she called Sharpay Evans.

After three rings, a familiar voice echoed out.

"Hello?"

"Hey Shar. Ohmygod. I'm in so much shit, I-"

"Just kidding. I'm actually not here right now, but leave a message and I'll get back to you! –beep-"

Gabriella groaned and flipped her phone closed. Fuck fuck fuck. Just when she needed her, she wasn't there. She needed a ride back to her place, which just happened to be a few miles away. The buses wouldn't be coming for another half hour and by then, she'd already be half way back to her house. Gabriella groaned. She hated being poor. As she began the long trek home, she heard the sky rumble and suddenly, she had another reason to hate not having a car.

"Fuck the rain," Gabriella grumbled before taking off her jacket and shielding her head with it. "Fuck my life,"

Troy Bolton motionlessly sat on his living room couch, thinking of what just happened. How could she be pregnant? This was not happening. He, Troy Bolton, just got his career started. Freshly picked from college by the LA Lakers coach, he was the best basketball player out there, and after just one year of playing with the team, voted captain. Now, at 23, he was going to be a father? No. Not only would this ruin his publicity with the public, he would get severely reprimanded and possibly even fired by Coach Jones if he ever found out. Troy groaned.

Stupid Gabriella. If only he hadn't met her, then none of this would've ever happened. He wouldn't be freaking out on his couch right now. He wouldn't be contemplating alimony checks and being a weekend daddy. He wouldn't be worrying about his job, his life, his girlfriend--

Holy fuck. Charlene would flip a shit once she found out that he slept with another girl….and was going to be the father of the girls' baby.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

He was royally screwed. Troy put his head back into his hands and yelled loudly cursing as many people as he could get in one breath.

Stupid Gabriella. He sighed. He honestly felt bad about how he treated Gabriella back then, though. The anger, the yelling, and the screaming. He kinda wished he hadn't thrown that vase, too. That was Charlene's. He had gotten it for her for their 6 month anniversary, and it would've been a great way to remind her of how much she loved him before she cut off his balls. This was great.

Suddenly, he heard a rumble of thunder and immediately thought of Gabriella. It was raining and judging by her lack of a purse and keys, he deduced that she didn't have a car. He sighed again. His child. His baby. There was definitely no mistake. He was going to be a father.

He couldn't believe it, but he knew that she was right. He may not want a child, but he was going to get one, and she was going to be the mother. And right now, the mother of his child may be soaking wet, and possibly getting sick. Which would definitely not be good for Little Troy. Sighing, he got up, grabbed his car keys, and ran out the door.

Fuck his life.

Gabriella hated the rain. She hated it. And now, she was drenched in it. She threw her jacket back on. It was soaked now, and completely useless. Her curly brown hair was beginning to flatten out, and thank God she wasn't wearing her signature classic white tee and jeans outfit. She smoothed down her black shirt and stopped running. There was no use. Only one more mile to go.

She began to shiver from the rain, mentally cursing one Troy Bolton, before suddenly hearing a beep. Thinking that God had miraculously heard her prayers and it was Sharpay, she happily whirled around to greet the hot pink convertible. Unfortunately for her, it was a dark black Audi. With her least favorite person sitting inside.

She watched angrily as he rolled down the window.

"Get inside!" he yelled above the rain.

Gabriella scoffed in disbelief. "Yeah right….jackass," she said before turning around to continue to walk.

Troy rolled his eyes as he pulled his car slowly alongside her as she walked. "You're going to get sick,"

"As if you care,"

Troy groaned at her stubborn behavior. "Come on, Gabriella. You must be cold,"

"It's warm. And very tropical-like," Gabriella retorted.

"Gabriella, get in the car. Now. I'll take you home,"

Gabriella turned her head to face his car. "Oh, I probably shouldn't. I'd get water all over your leather seats…and your ego," she sassed before continue to trek on, hoping that he would just leave her the fuck alone. "And no way in hell would I let you know where I lived,"

Troy sighed. He glanced at his clock. She'd been in the rain at least a thirty minutes and by the looks of it, she was five seconds away from hypothermia. " Then at least let me take you back to my place. You're going to get sick!" he tried again, desperately wishing she'd just give in. For the sake of his baby, of course.

Gabriella stopped walking and turned to look at him.

"I am not going to get sick. I'm a very tough girl, and I take vitamins everyday which makes my immune system strong and-"

She was interrupted by a sneeze. Followed by heavy coughing. Fuck.

Troy rolled his eyes again. She was being so stubborn. "You're sick already. Get in the car. Now,"

Gabriella glared at him and Troy could see her contemplate the benefits and consequences of getting in the car. Five minutes with an asshole? She'd rather not. But she was cold. And if she got sick, her baby might suffer. She groaned and stubbornly stomped to the car, swinging the door open, and sliding onto the passenger seat, drenching the leather seat in the process.

"Finally," Troy mumbled before switching gears.

As they began to move, Gabriella turned to look at him. "You know, I only got in because I didn't want the baby to suffer from me getting sick," she said , folding her arms. "So don't think it's because I actually like you or something,"

Troy scoffed. "Whatever," and proceeded to make an illegal U-turn back to the Bolton mansion, purposely swerving so that Gabriella hit the side of the car.

"Hey! That hurt! You did that on purpose!" Gabriella said angrily.

Troy smiled sardonically. "And just so you know. I only offered you a ride because I didn't want the baby to get sick either. You, I could care less about,"

Gabriella glared at him while Troy just smirked. Bitch, please. She didn't know who she was talking to.

Troy turned the key in the lock and opened the door to his mansion. He let a shivering Gabriella in first before following. As Troy walked in, he suddenly heard a scream and something thrown just above his head.

"You cheating bastard!"

Troy looked up. Charlene was back.

And holding a crumpled yellow piece of paper.

Gabriella and Troy glanced at each other.

Fuck their lives.

Eeek! It's been a while since I've wrote much. But how was it? Good/Bad? Should be thrown back into virtual oblivion?

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C: strawberriesandsunshine