I looked at the clock. it was 2:45PM, meaning that Troy would be getting out of school soon. I wiped away the tears from my eyes with my hand to clear my vision, and texted Troy.

"Hey, can you come over after school? I need to tell you something."

He texted back almost instantaneously.

"Yeah, sure. :)"

I sat on my bed and turned on the T.V to try to distract myself from reality. Of course, Teen Mom was the first thing to pop up. I wanted to shout, but didn't want the neighbors to call the cops, thinking someone was being murdered in the house. I stared at the bathroom counter. The pregnancy test was still sitting on it. I still couldn't wrap my mind around me being pregnant. Especially with Troy. It was a reality I never thought I would be a part of.

I was laying in bed with the T.V off because I decided that that only reminded me more of what was going on. It was either the T.V shows that had someone pregnant in them, or baby commercials. My thoughts were distracted by the sound of a car door outside. I looked out my window and saw Troy walking up to my door. He was wearing a blue striped shirt with some jeans. I put on some decent looking clothes and made my way downstairs.

I beat Troy to the door but waited for him to knock so I didn't seem like an over-excited creep, even though excitement was the last thing I was feeling right now.

Knock, knock.

I took a deep breath and tried to keep my shit together so that I wouldn't scare Troy right off that bat.

Troy was looking at the neighborhood as he was waiting, and when he heard the door open, he directed his attention to me. A smile took over his face. To make everything seem like it was fine, I decided to act like we used to before all of this happened.

"Yo. What up MTV? My name is Gabriella Montez and this is my crib."

Troy busted out laughing. His blue eyes sparkled.

"Man, I missed you."

He went in for a hug without me realizing, so I just stood there before my delayed attempt to hug him back occurred. Troy took it the wrong way, and instead awkwardly made it seem like he was trying to brush his fingers through his hair.

"I guess we still aren't friends?" He chuckled.

I couldn't help but smile. He had some sort of charm to him that never failed to make my mood brighten up. I missed it.

"Sooo?"

"Oh, yeah! Sorry! Come in," I said panicked.

"Nice crib you got," he looked at me and smiled.

I just chuckled. Our reunion made me almost forget why I asked him to come. Until he reminded me.

"Hey Gabs, have you been crying?"

"No, why?" I tried to play it off cool.

"Your eyes just seem really puffy," he seemed concerned.

"Shit," I mumbled, unaware that he could here me.

"Is what you need to tell me that bad?

"Just, come with me."

I guided the way to my room where I knew that all of our giggles and smiles would disappear. My heart was racing. I scared of the reaction Troy might get. As we entered my room, Troy made his way to my bed and sat down, grabbing a pillow and putting it on his lap. He looked worried. I went in the bathroom and tears started flooding my eyes when I saw the pregnancy test. I picked it up, put my hands behind my back, and made my way over to Troy. He noticed my tears.

"Hey, hey, hey. What's wrong?" He stood up and hugged me, wiping away my tears.

I handed him the stick just to get everything over with. He grabbed it, but it took him a while to process what exactly was in his hand before he dropped it.

"There isn't pee on that, right?!"

"Really Troy, out of all the fucking things to worry about right now, that's your main concern?"

"Sorry. I just really don't want pee on my hands. At least not right now," he looked at me with a smirk on his face. I knew that he was trying to make me feel better, but I also knew that what was on that stick would change everything.

"No, of course there's no pee on it. There's a cap that goes over that part. But can you please just look at the fucking test?"

Anxiety was starting to creep into my skin as I saw him pick up the pregnancy test from the floor. His face scrunched up in confusion. He looked up at me.

"What does this mean?" His voice was shaky. I knew that something in him told him that those two lines were what he was hoping not to see.

"I-I'm pregnant," my voice cracked.

I saw Troy's beautiful blue eyes start to water. He had his mouth open like he was about to say something, but nothing came out. He went and sat on my bed, his elbows on his knees, hands on his head, and fingers entangled in his hair.

"Look, Troy, you don't have to take responsibility. You don't have to be a part of the baby's life. I-I know all of the good scholarships you've received and I'd hate to see you have to give them up-," my rambling was interrupted.

"Are you crazy?" Troy said. At first I thought he was going to suggest I abort it or something. I didn't know how to take his response.

"What do you mean?"

"Of course I'm going to take responsibility! We're both equally responsible for that night. I'm not just going to let you take the consequences for everything."

I sighed in relief.

"I honestly thought you were going to tell me to kill it."

"Oh my God, no!" He pulled me into my his arms and hugged me tightly. "Look, we'll figure something out, okay?" He kissed my forehead.

I felt a sense of relief standing in Troy's arms, knowing that he wasn't angry about the whole thing. But, there was still so many people I had to tell. I started to tense up at the realization that this was only the beginning. Troy must have felt it because he let go of me and looked at me, concerned. It's like he could read my mind.

"You haven't told Chad about anything yet, have you?" He asked in a perturbed tone.

I shook my head, looking at the ground.

Troy raised his arm and set his hand on his head. He started walking back and forth in my room. I could tell he was just as unsettled as I was. He finally came up to me after what seemed to be an eternity.

"Okay, look. We can all meet up together in a cafe or something. We'll break the news to him. He's obviously gonna be upset, but we're going to have to keep him calm. I'll be there with you just in case he wants to punch someone's face. I'll volunteer because I don't want you getting hurt, alright? Does that seem like an okay idea?"

"Better than what I could have come up with."

"It's going to be okay, Gabs," he placed his hand on my shoulder, and I just looked into his eyes, "Yeah, he's gonna hate us, but knowing him, he'll understand sooner or later. We just gotta give him time."

I smiled. Inviting was the best decision I had made so far. I hugged him.

"We're dumb as shit," I said, my voice muffled because my face was in Troy's chest.

"I know," Troy laughed, "I know."