It's been around 3 months since I last updated and I don't really have much to say so on with the third instalment of Love Square.
Disclaimer- I own nothing apart from original characters and emotions.
It wasn't my fault.
That was my conclusion: It wasn't my fault. In all fairness it was actually Tay's fault. Had she told Troy her feelings before what happened at his house between me and him probably wouldn't have happened. Besides, I had claims on Troy. She knew that good and well. She got dibs on Chad and I got dibs on Troy. And the bitch never even told me she loved Troy so she brought this shit on herself.
Then why do I feel slightly guilty? Someone please explain this to me because it's driving me crazy. I shouldn't feel bad. It wasn't my fault. And yet I find myself trying my hardest to get Taylor to talk to me again. I feel lonely, okay? I have no one. Taylor was my only true friend and I know how hard that is to digest; Gabriella Montez has no friends? Yeah. I mean yeah, of course I have people that I smile and talk to every now and again, but I have no one to talk to about certain things now. Taylor was the girl I'd talk to if my mom was being annoying or if I watched something I thought was funny the night before. Now, I repeat, I have no one.
Troy won't talk to me but hey, nothing new there and I'm not even upset about it. I'm over Mr Bolton. I guess I kind of feel bad that I screwed up the one chance he had with Taylor. Then I remember that I didn't know her ass loved him back. She never exactly made it clear. I mean, from the day I arrived at the same school as her, she kept trying to force me to go out with him. Her plan worked... for me anyways. Troy never ended up liking me. Why? I don't know. He always preferred Tay. Urgh.
Moving on, so now here I am on a Saturday night, painting my toenails. On a Saturday night. It's been six and a half months since the day I lost Taylor and this is how I've been spending my Saturdays since. It's seriously sad to be honest; every weekend I wipe my toenails clean and follow my pattern of different nail designs. This week was black base, and then my pinkies would be pink. I was about to reach for the pink nail varnish when I heard a knock at my door, I cursed quietly and shuffled towards the door. I would've waited for my mom to come down and get it but she'd gone out dancing with this new guy at her firm. Ew. I didn't bother to ask who it was, I just yanked the door open and I was completely shocked when I saw a pyjama clad, heavily pregnant Taylor standing at my door.
"Tay, what are you doing here?" I questioned, stepping back so she could come in. She shuffled in, her swollen belly making her walk extremely slowly.
"I was up thinking and talking to Chad," she began, and that's another thing that was changing. Taylor and Chad had gotten extremely close. They weren't together or anything, but both of their parents suggested that they get close so that the baby could at least have two loving parents who respect one another. "and I decided that I'm gonna start fresh as soon as this thing comes out. So starting fresh means forgiving all those who have done me wrong and-."
I narrowed my eyes at her and placed my hands on my hips before closing the door and walking back over to my sofa to sit down. Done her wrong? Is she okay? I didn't "Do her wrong". "Do you wrong? Taylor, I never did you wrong. I didn't know you loved Troy? Yet I had told you that I liked him, so technically you were the one in the wrong for getting so worked up over me sleeping with him. Damn." I sighed and pushed my hair back as I watched her take a seat next to me.
"If your little quick to answer ass had let me finish, I would've added that I was also going to apologize to those whom I have done wrong to and that's why I'm here." I kind of felt stupid at that point.
"Oh. My bad." I replied sheepishly as she rolled her eyes.
"Yeah. I'm sorry Gabriella. For treating you like shit after I caught you with Troy. I see now that it wasn't your fault. As you said, you didn't know that I loved Troy and in all fairness, you always had dibs on him while I had dibs on Chad... even though he liked you, you liked Troy and Troy loved me."
"Our very own Love Square." She laughed along with me and we both fell into a comfortable silence. "You want to watch a movie? My mom won't be back till quite late and I miss our little movie nights." I was being serious, I really did miss them. Taylor had this habit of commentating a movie with sarcastic little witty comments that I found hilarious.
We sat back and put in our first movie which we watched in complete silence, which was quite awkward but I put it down to it being because this was the first time we'd been together having fun in six months. After the first film, I ran upstairs to get us both a blanket and when I returned, I noticed that Taylor was not on the sofa. "Tay?"
"In the kitchen!" she called out, and after dumping the blanket on the floor, I followed her voice only to find her peering into my cupboards look for snacks. "This little thing inside me is making me so damn hungry. Where do you keep the peanut butter?" she asked, getting frustrated. I chuckled as I walked over to the storage where we kept other snacks, reaching for the peanut butter and placing it in front of her.
"How is the baby doing?"
"He's fine... Always kicking and pissing mommy off, though. I want this thing out of me!" I gave her a soft smile and exited the kitchen to try and put on my third coat of polish before she got back with her food. As I got to my third toe, I heard a scream. Rushing into the kitchen as fast as I could, I gasped as I saw Taylor clutching her belly as she stood in a pool of what I could only guess was water. "My water just broke, Gabby!" she yelled, howling in pain straight after as a contraction hit her. My mind was going a mile a minute at this point. What the hell was I supposed to do?
"Um, um, um, okay. Here's what we're gonna do, okay? I'm gonna take my mom's car and-and-and we're gonna drive you to the hospital. But first, I want you to-to stay here, do some breathing exercises or whatever and try to time how far apart the contractions are while I get the car ready." I raced out, surprised at my own ability to think on my feet.
"HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO COUNT WHEN I'M IN PAIN, GABRIELLA."
"HEY. Don't shout at me! I'm helping you out here! Now just stand there and breathe, got it?" I didn't wait for an answer as I dashed through my living room, grabbing spare pillows and the blanket I'd retrieved earlier. I juggled those items as well as the car keys and ran out into the dark night, fumbling to get the car open. Once I had, I stuffed everything in the back seat and raced back in to get Taylor. "Okay, so it's gonna take us 10 minutes to get to the hospital, can you hang on? Actually never mind, I don't care, you will hang on. Alright, come on Tay." I ran to her and wrapped one arm around her waist for support and put her arm around my neck, supporting her as we walked out to the car. I helped her in and told her to stay put as I dashed back in to make sure everything was locked and off.
"GABRIELLA! HURRY UP, I CAN'T KEEP THIS THING IN ANY MORE!" she wailed, another scream rippling through her. I couldn't think straight and it took me an entire minute to get the keys in. We drove to the hospital, me yelling at her to stop yelling at me every 5 minutes. When we arrived, they took her in a wheel chair and I was about to go wait in the waiting room when I felt Taylor seize my hand. "Please, come in with me. I need someone." She pleaded, squeezing harder as another contraction hit her. I hesitated and told her I needed to make a call and then I would be right there. She nodded and they proceeded to wheel her away, reassuring her of all her worries.
I frantically searched for my phone and when I got it out; I searched for the one and only contact I could think of to be here at the moment and impatiently waited for them to answer. "What the hell do you want Gabriella?"
"I'm gonna ignore your tone of voice for the moment but Taylor's in labour and y-you're the only person I could think of calling, I have to go because she wants me to be in the room while she gives birth to get your ass over here as quick as you can. We're at the hospital near the Duffy furniture store. Ooh, and call her parents!" I hung up and raced into the room I remembered them wheeling Taylor away into. I saw her panting and screaming and quickly raced to her side.
"Excuse me, sweetheart, but you're going to have to put this on and then come back in." A nurse stated, handing me a pair of ugly light blue scrubs. I rolled my eyes, stormed into the side room and changed. Once I'd finished, I went back to Taylor's side and slipped my hand into hers, instantly regretting it as she squeezed it so damn hard. "Alright, Taylor honey, you're 8cm dilated so I'm gonna have to ask you to push okay. I want you to squeeze out and push as hard as you can when we get to three okay?" I squeezed her hand lightly for reassurance. "1.. 2... 3!" Taylor grunted loudly as she pushed, her face contorting. "Perfect. Now I want you to keep pushing every time you feel the urge to, okay?"
After what seems like the 10th push, a small cry pierced the air, causing warm smiles to spread around the room. Taylor slumped back into the hospital bed, closing her eyes and panting hard. I kissed Taylor's forehead and watched as they brought the baby back. "Congratulations, it's a beautiful baby boy." She handed the sweet bundle of joy to Taylor and immediately her eyes welled up.
"He's so... precious. Look at him." Tears began rolling down her face as the little boy in her arms opened his eyes for the first time, making us both grin. He was too cute for words. So adorable and... cute! "Do you... wanna hold him?" I looked at her to check if she was serious.
"A-are you sure?"
"I'm definite. I-I was also wondering whether you wanted to be his godmother. That was going to be my way of fully apologizing to you and starting fresh. Besides, I couldn't think of anyone else who deserved this." My vision blurred as I listened to her. Her words made me want to cry. She was truly my best friends and to have let boys get in between that was stupid. I reached over and took hold of Taylor's baby. "Thank God I'm going to U of A. Just looking at him, I don't think I would've been able to be so far away from him. My parents are going to spoil you silly when I'm not here!" she spoke to him, already becoming attached.
"Did you and Chad think of names?" I asked, as the nurses lingered, needing to take the baby to the nursery but also needing his name.
"So far we'd agreed to one name, so I guess yeah." I handed him over to the nurse. "His name's Anthony Jonah Danforth-McKessie." The nurses nodded and took him away, clearing their equipment and emptying the room until it was just me and Taylor. I yawned loudly as I made my way to the chair beside Tay's and I could feel my eyes go heavy. "Thanks for taking me here Gabriella. I truly appreciate it."
"Its... alright. You would've done the same had it been me." I said, between a yawn. I lost the battle to sleep and dozed off right that second, the last thing I heard being Taylor's chuckle.
I didn't know how long I had been asleep for but I was awoken by the sound of a door clicking. I opened one eye and saw that it was Troy. I quickly shut it, knowing that Taylor would kick me out if she knew I was awake.
"Hey." Troy whispered. LAME. He slowly made his way to Taylor, stopping at the foot of her bed. "Your parents said you wanted to speak to me?" Taylor cleared her throat and began to twiddle her thumbs. She was nervous. A smirk appeared on Troy's face. "You're nervous."
She let out a small smile. "You know me so well." They suddenly fell into an awkward silence. "I'm sorry, Troy. Seriously, sorry. I was a bitch. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did I mean it's not like we were together so you were still entitled to do what you pleased and if you wanted to sleep with Gabby then it was your decision. I shouldn't have gotten angry and for that I am super sorry." She took a deep breath as she finished and kept her eyes down.
"Taylor, look at me." She obeyed him. "I accept your apology, okay. But what I want to know is did you really mean what you said when you were leaving? That you were gonna tell me you loved me?" Taylor opened her mouth to speak, but his eyes cut to me. "Wait, is she awake?"
"No, she's been passed out like that for the past hour and a half." I saw her wink at me using the eye that was away from Troy so I knew she knew that I was awake but I continued to listen. "To answer your question, yes. I... I'd sat at home and thought about it... about everything you've done for me, how many times you've been there for me, how I felt around you and how my first kiss made me feel and I realised I loved you. I get it now that with Chad it was an obsession. It started off with a crush that escalated into an obsession that I mistaken for love. When... he kissed me, I felt... somewhat elated because I'd been waiting for that moment for like 13 years! But I still couldn't shake the way I felt when you kissed me. I got this... buzz in the pit of my stomach, my heart raced so damn hard and it felt right. That's how it's meant to feel when you love someone. So then I thought about how I'd feel if you died and it sounds so sappy but I literally cried for ten minutes straight just thinking about how I'd deal with your death. If that isn't love Troy then... I don't know what is." I watched as Troy made his way around towards her to sit on the bed beside her.
"Do you still feel that way? Because I still love you, Tay." He looked so nervous as he peered into her eyes for an answer. She reached out and placed his hand into hers, her other hand cupping his face.
"Yes. I do still feel that way." They stayed in a comfortable silence for a while and I'd waited too long at this point.
"Oh for God's sake, kiss already!" I exclaimed, startling Troy and making Taylor giggle.
"I thought you said she was as-." He was cut off by Taylor leaning in and kissing him passionately. It was too damn cute for words at the beginning but then it just got nasty so I took it as my cue to leave. As I walked out, I accidentally bumped into Chad, who looked anxious as hell.
"Gabby, can I ask you for a favour?" he asked gingerly, scratching his head in a way I had to admit was quite cute. I nodded my head, signalling for him to go on. The new father stuffed his hands into his pocket and looked back into my eyes. "Can you, uh, come with me to go see Anthony? I don't wanna do this on my own." Even though I still didn't like him because of what he did to Taylor, I couldn't deny him that one wish. I looked around at all the sleeping parents before slipping my hand into his and leading him to the nursery.
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