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"She's PREGNANT? How the hell did that happen?"
Gabriella watched from the couch as Charlene picked up the nearest shatterable object and flung it mercilessly at Troy who, by only a mere second, managed to dodge in time to save his life, looking up with fear in his eyes. She watched as the pieces of the ornamental fruit bowl smashed into thousands of pieces as fake apples rolled around on the ground. Talk about déjà vu.
When Gabriella walked in the door, Charlene didn't even seem to have realized she was there before beginning her tirade of death on her cowering boyfriend. So, Gabriella could do nothing but sit on the couch and watch the scene play out.
"Charlene, honey. Baby," Troy tried, holding his arms out as if it would channel some super power to calm the currently fuming blonde in front of him. Oh how he prayed. "Let's be rational alright?"
"RATIONALITY?" Charlene screamed, her eyes quickly darting around to look for another weapon to inflict the greatest amount of pain on the man in front of her. "YOU WANT FUCKING RATIONALITY? I'LL SHOW YOU RATIONALITY"
Gabriella wasn't going to lie. She thoroughly was enjoying the show that was playing out in front of her as she watched Troy dodge another beautifully crafted pot, his eyes portraying genuine fear as Charlene's head seemed seconds away from exploding. Dumb son of a bitch. Now he knew what it felt like to be on the receiving end of someone as temperamental as him.
It seemed as if both Charlene and Troy's eyes landed on the last flower vase at the same time. It was smaller than the others but was ornamentally cut to be slightly jagged with sharp edges to bring out what Charlene liked to think of as abstract art. The abstract art of pain.
It was a tense silence as Troy slowly tried to calm his girlfriend again. "Charlene," he cautiously began, "think about me and you and how much love we have for each other and how much more love we would have if I was still alive, yes?" Troy smiled, nervously as his girlfriend whipped her head around.
"No."
And with that, Gabriella watched as both dived for the vase at the same time.
She was really hoping for Charlene to snag the vase before Troy did but alas, Gabriella's silent cheers were no match for Troy's basketball skills as he swooped the vase of the table and threw it to a surprised Gabriella, who managed to catch it as if was on fire.
Panting, Troy stood up and stared at his girlfriend, who seemed a little calmer than before, now that most of her energy had been used up. She had already pulled herself up and seemed to be searching for something. Suddenly, she swung her head to face Gabriella before her eyes landed on the vase that Gabriella was still holding. A deadly silence ensued.
Gabriella, now suddenly fearing for her life by the way Charlene seemed to be staring at the God-forsaken vase, instantly threw it to Troy as if it was a game of hot potato.
Troy, on the other hand, had not quite recovered from his near-death experience only seconds before and instead of catching the vase, dodged it as if it was a flaming ball of fire before it crashed against the wall, shattering it in a noisy crash, breaking the tenseness of before.
Charlene stared at the crouching Troy before all of a sudden letting out a chuckle and walking over to plop herself next to Gabriella on the couch.
"Good aim," she said before smiling at Gabriella. "My name's Charlene, the girlfriend of the dumbest man on the planet," she said before extending her hand out.
Gabriella looked at the hand as if somehow she was going to strangle her with it. Weakly smiling, Gabriella took her hand and shook it gently.
"You're not mad?" Gabriella asked as Charlene settle back against the couch, kicking off her heels and crossing her legs.
"Of course I am. Did you not see the way I attempted to kill Troy back there?" Charlene asked, smiling demonically as the semi-recovered Troy managed to pull himself into a sitting position. Gabriella watched Troy heaving as he sat among pottery shards.
"Well, yeah, I kinda got that part, but I meant at me. You're actually being…civilized. If I were you, I would've killed me," Gabriella said.
Charlene chuckled. "Well, you're still alive aren't you?" she said before throwing a look at her boyfriend. "And besides, I already know it was all his fault,"
Troy's head shot up. "Hey! You do know that it takes two people to make a baby don't you," he shouted defensively before getting up and cautiously walking over to the couch and sitting down next to Charlene. "I'm sor-"
"Don't," Charlene said, holding up her hand. "We'll talk about this later." She smiled at Gabriella. "Troy, can you go to the kitchen so I can talk with Miss…"
"Gabriella," Gabriella filled in awkwardly. "Just Gabriella's fine,"
"Right. So I can talk with Gabriella alone?" Charlene asked, waving her boyfriend off the couch.
Gabriella nervously fiddled with her hands. Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Why was she going to talk to her alone? Gabriella could imagine all the ways the headstrong woman in front of her could snap her neck with one hand. Ohmygod.
As Troy disappeared into the kitchen and Gabriella heard the sound of a beer bottle cap opening, Gabriella turned to look at Charlene, giving a half smile of what she hoped look like innocence, but probably turned out looking like a mix of utter constipation and slight apprehension.
"Gabriella," Charlene said, taking both Gabriella's hands in hers. "Don't worry."
About the carpet staining when you bleed all over it from the ultimate death I plan to unleash upon you.
"Troy will take responsibility for your baby," she said smiling. Judging by the way Charlene wasn't secretly welding a knife behind her back, Gabriella let out a smile of relief as well.
"I know he doesn't seem like a nice guy but in all honesty, he's one of the most amazing men I've ever met in my life, and I know that he'll choose to do the right thing. So don't worry about your baby, alright? We'll help you through the entire time," Charlene said, looking sweetly into Gabriella's eyes. "Even if he doesn't, I will. You seem to be like a really nice girl,"
And all of a sudden, Gabriella felt like crying. She wasn't sure if it was the pregnancy hormones, the stress of the past few months, or the realization that she had been the home wrecking whore to such a sweet girl's life. Whatever it was, Gabriella suddenly let out a huge sob as tears began flowing out of eyes like waterfalls. Charlene seemed slightly shocked before she gave a small smile and enveloped Gabriella in a hug as she continued to bawl loudly in her arms.
"You didn't have to cry. Women are so emotional," Troy commented as they were driving back to Gabriella's apartment.
Gabriella was sniffling and looking out the window before she turned to glare at Troy. "Who the hell do you think you are? How did Charlene ever manage to be stuck with a jerk like you," Gabriella shot out. She was not emotional.
"Hey!" Troy said, angrily swerving the car as Gabriella once again collided with the passenger side door, eliciting a high-pitched squeal from the girl next to him."I'm perfectly good enough for her, okay? I just don't understand why she had to take on a charity case like you,"
"Charity case?!" Gabriella yelled as she pulled herself back onto the seat. "I'm no fucking charity case," she said, smacking Troy repeatedly on the arm.
"Hey, hey! I'm driving!" Troy said as he frantically tried to steer the wheel with a lunatic woman by his side. "Cut it out!"
After ten more minutes of swerving off the roads and angry bickering, Troy finally pulled in front of Gabriella's home.
Still angry at Troy's stupidity, Gabriella got out of the car and slammed the passenger door, watching as it shook from the impact before lifting her head to glare at an equally upset Troy.
"This is it. Thanks and bye," Gabriella said before turning around and walking towards the apartment complex.
Troy was about to get in his car before he suddenly noticed the building, as if it wasn't there before, and saw exactly how shabby it was. The building base was cracked and seemed to be held together like a second grader's art project with elmer's glue and snot. The paint was definitely chipping of the walls to reveal the ugly concrete it was built on. He glanced up towards the second and third story floors. Most definitely not habitable. There were barely any railings to prevent the people from tipping over the edge of the buildings and the door seemed to be beaten to a useless splinter of wood. This was not acceptable.
Gabriella was approaching the staircase to walk up to her third story apartment, muttering cuss words at the stupid man she had just dealt with. Out of all the people she could have slept with, it just had to have been him. It couldn't be some gorgeous and kind doctor or a successful and kind lawyer, or hell, even a physically deformed grave robber. It just had to have been him. God, fuck her life. As she put her foot on the first step of the staircase, she felt her arm be jerked back and her body spun around. Fearing for her life, especially considering her neighborhood, she immediately began to scream.
A very high-pitched scream.
"Jesus Christ, shut up," Troy said, clamping a hand over her mouth before darting his head nervously around. This could be interpreted very badly if someone were to see.
Gabriella stopped screaming when she realized who it was. Then she contemplated screaming again.
"Don't think about it," Troy said, as if reading her mind.
Gabriella shoved his hand off her mouth. "What are you doing here?" Gabriella snapped before proceeding to walk up the stairs again. Troy debated whether or not to follow. These were his new Italian shoes and that was a pretty nasty looking stair-case. Deciding to suck it up like a man, Troy trailed after her.
"You live here?" Troy asked, careful not to make skin contact with anything. Pregnancy was something he could deal with. Diseases? Not so much.
"No, smartass, I just like to visit because shabby apartments are my ideal vacation homes," Gabriella snapped as they approached the third floor. As she walked down the long open hallway to her door, she glanced back to see a very uncomfortable Troy behind her, edging along the wall, trying not to fall due to the lack of railings. She snorted. What a pompous princess.
Troy lifted his eyes when he heard her. "Hey. This is dangerous. What if I just fell or something?"
"Even God wouldn't allow such good fortune," Gabriella muttered before pulling out her key from her back jeans pocket as Troy finally made it to her door.
Ap rt ent 37 B. Missing letters and the B barely hanging onto the door. Classy.
Troy followed her in as she threw her key onto the kitchen counter and slammed the door behind her. She walked over to the lamp by the couch and flipped it on as the room was suddenly illuminated by the small source of light. She shrugged her still wet jacket off and tossed it into what appeared to be the only room besides the kitchen and the living room before walking back out, hands on her waist, staring at Troy.
Troy was busy looking at his new surroundings. He never knew someone could actually live in such a small space. Growing up as a CEO's son and then becoming a multi-millionaire, he had always lived in mansions and at worst, a five bedroom, downtown Manhattan condo. He noted the small kitchen that housed a stove, a sink, and a small refrigerator along with the living room that was furnished only with a desk, computer, and couch. No TV, no stereo system, no home theater. How did she live?
Gabriella coughed to alert Troy that she was indeed still standing before him. "Let me repeat, what the hell are you still doing here?"
Troy whipped his head to look at her. "Where do you sleep?" Troy asked, avoiding her question, wheels beginning to turn in his head.
"Why do you want to know?" Gabriella retorted, thinking he was judging her by her living quarters.
"Where do you sleep?" Troy asked again persistently looking around.
Gabriella sighed. "In the bedroom dumbass," she said before resolving to sit on the couch. Obviously, she wasn't going to be sending him out the door soon.
"So, where's the baby going to sleep?" Troy asked, peeking into the bedroom, which honestly, was not much bigger than his bathroom.
"Uhm, I don't know." Gabriella said. Honestly, she hadn't even thought that far yet. All she knew was she had to start saving money to buy diapers and milk bottles. "I guess just on the same bed with me?"
Troy seemed to be thinking and when a stupid man begins to think, it's never a good idea. Gabriella looked skeptically at him. "Why?" she asked suspiciously.
"Hmm, no reason," Troy said, stupidly smiling to himself. Again. Not good.
Gabriella got up from the couch and glanced at the clock hanging from the living room wall. Great.
"Well, then that's fantastic. Goodbye," Gabriella said before beginning to shove Troy out the door. He seemed shocked as his body began to slide backwards on the tiles.
"Hey, what? Quit it! Stop you crazy woman!" Troy said, girlishly smacking Gabriella's hands away. Gabriella let out a frustrated sigh and crossed her arms.
"Troy, I have to go somewhere so if you could please," she said, gesturing to the door while impatiently tapping her foot.
Troy smirked. "Where're you going?" he asked, obviously not moving anytime soon.
"Work" she said. When Troy didn't say anything ,Gabriella groaned in frustration. Stupid man. "Work. Troy. The thing people who don't grow up with money have to do. And if you don't leave so I can leave to go to this work thing, then I may not have work, understood?" Gabriella said before pushing Troy out the door.
Instead, Troy grabbed Gabriella's struggling arms and smiled. "I'll take you!"
Again, Gabriella ended up in Troy's car. Again, she continued to hate him. Again, he continued to ram into the breaks repeatedly to see her fling around in the car.
"And we're here!" Troy said, smiling as they stopped in front of a rundown looking café. Betsy's Diner.
"Yeah, kay, thanks," Gabriella said, feeling nausea not only from the car ride but from the close proximity of the man next to her. As she turned to open the car door, she realized she couldn't open it. Struggling harder, she finally saw that it was locked. Laughing stupidly to herself, she flicked the lock open only to have it shut again. What? Each time she tried to unlock the door, it would relock.
Groaning in frustration, she whirled around to find a very amused Troy staring back at her.
"Let me out of the car!" Gabriella said.
Troy grinned. "Sure, but first, I have a proposition," he said, continuing to lock the door everytime Gabriella tried to unlock them.
Glancing frantically at her watch, Gabriella debated whether or not she should stay and listen.
"You don't really have a choice, since you're, you know¸ locked in the car," Troy stated before Gabriella childishly crossed her arms and huffed at him.
"Fine, then. What's your proposition?" Gabriella asked, picking at the leather of the seats. "And make it quick," she said, continuing to glance at her watch, noting that she was already ten minutes late.
Troy smirked before taking both her hands in his and staring at a semi-disgusted Gabriella.
"Move in with me"
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