FOUR: Things Untold

Troy's POV

"GUYS!" I yelped as all of them became quiet again. "We need to rehearse more… our beats aren't in synch!"

"But I told you, I think that Jason is strumming too much bass--"

"Shut up!" I directed. "I wrote the song, I know how it goes!" This is what happens when band practice goes wrong.

"This is a waste of my time… I'm going home for dinner." Jason, the bassist of our band packed his bass into the case.

"Yeah… I'm leaving." Our main guitarist, John, agreed with Jason. Finally, they agree upon something. Usually John and Jason never agree on anything.

I was a guitarist too. But I was the one strumming all the chords while John focused on the harder guitar parts. Not that I didn't know how to play the harder parts, it was just that I had to sing also so why not split the job? I wrote most of the songs but sometimes John would help.

Anyway, back to now. Everyone left except for me and Chad. You probably already know, Chad was our drummer and he was my best friend.

"Damn… today was hectic." He practically read my mind.

"I know… John and Jason never listen." I agreed.

"No, not just that." Chad continued on. "Did you see Gabriella Montez today at school? Damn her skirt was hot!"

Oh yeah… Chad had developed a major crush on Gabriella over the past week. Why? Well, because when we were playing at Jordan's party last week, Chad saw one of her many provocative outfits she was wearing and she winked at him. I know… she did so much to get him hooked.

If you were wondering if Chad knew that I slept with that girl, then no. I didn't tell anyone yet. I didn't dare. What if it got to my girlfriend? And Chad was now head over heels for Gabriella, he would be mad to find out I slept with the girl of his dreams.

"Hey boys…" Just as I was thinking about Sandra, she appeared at the doorway of the garage. Sandra wasn't very tall, she had an average height, her hair was black with blond and blue highlights thrown in. Her hair was long and had razor sharp ends. She liked using heavy eyeliner to get that Avril Lavigne eye look. She was wearing grey skinny jeans with a Papa Roach band T-shirt.

"Hi, babe." I went over to her and kissed her on the cheek.

"Hey…" She gave me a hug and pulled away after a few seconds. "How was band practice?"

"You don't want to know." Chad answered for me.

"Jason and John again?" She asked.

"Yeah. They seriously need to learn how to get along." I walked over to the equipments and tidied up.

"So… Troy?" She walked over to me as she talked.

"Yeah?" I looked at her.

"Do you want to see that movie with me tonight?" Sandra asked. Oh… right. She asked me about it two days ago.

"Um… I don't know. I have a project and some songs to write tonight." I answered truthfully.

"Oh." Her face suddenly fell. "I'll just go with Jessica then." Jessica was her best friend and they did everything together when I wasn't free.

"Alright." I simply shrugged.

"I'll call you later tonight, okay?" Sandra wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Of course." I pecked her on the lips.

"Bye." She exited the garage leaving me and Chad alone packing again.

"Dude, you're such a bad boyfriend." Chad judged me.

"Hey… at least I have a girlfriend." I insulted him back.

"Whatever… if a girl wants you to go to the movies with her, you don't reject her by saying you have a project and a song to write!" He sat down on the ground since he finished tidying up. "Unless the song is about her."

"I was thinking about writing a song for Sandra." I mused out loud. "I just don't know what to write about."

I finished the last touch of perfection with my biology project. So now, I was lying on my bed, with an acoustic guitar in my hand… trying to write a song about Sandra. Her birthday was coming up and I would like to dedicate an original song to her.

But I couldn't. My muse about Sandra was off in La La Land. But instead, my muse for Gabriella flew into my mind. I know… Gabriella Montez?! I barely know her and I slept with her. How would I be able to come up with a song about her and not my girlfriend?

Anyway, I started to write… at first it started off as a humorous (sort of silly) poem.

You were a problem child
Been grounded your whole life
So now you running wild
Playing with them good girls
No that ain't your style

I know… it sounded like some hobo had written these lyrics. But that was what I was feeling like at the moment.

You think you're hot shit
You cool, I love it, I love it
Yeah, yeah
Stumbling but yeah, you're still looking hella fine
Keep doing what you're doing and I'm gonna make you mine

Thinking about her… damn she really was HOT. If I didn't have a girlfriend already I would totally do another one night stand with her.

Well, you're a hot mess and I'm falling for you
And I'm like hot damn let me make you my boo
'Cause you can shake it shake it shake it
Yeah you know what to do
You're a hot mess
I'm loving it, hell yes

Haha…. Now I was reading it over… shit, I sounded so uneducated in this piece of writing. I wasn't exactly falling for Gabriella but I was mesmerized by her beauty the first time I saw her. Now I examined this poem, damn, I sounded bad if I just read it out loud. So now I decided to make this into a song. I wanted the part above to be the chorus and I started to write a bridge and a couple of verses along with the melody. Wow… it was amazing to see just how much better this sounded with music.

Just wait until we add bass, drums, and more guitar. Maybe even some extra electrical music.

The next morning…

Gabriella's POV

Should I tell him? Should I tell my parents? I was so goddamn confused. I think I should start by telling my parents. They deserve the rights to know what was going on inside their daughter's uterus. Wow, that didn't sound right…

"Good morning, honey." My father greeted me with a kiss on the forehead.

"Good morning, dad." I replied.

My mom was preparing oatmeal for my dad and herself while she already made my waffle. "Thanks, mom." I started eating my Eggo's Blueberry Waffle.

"You're welcome, Gabi." She finally finished cooking, resulting in two bowls of oatmeal on the breakfast table.

"Here's your special Latte that I made just for you." My dad didn't make his Lattes for me often because he was always busy with work. In fact, all three of us usually wouldn't be united for breakfast like this often.

"Um… no thanks, dad." Pregnant women couldn't have caffeine right?

"Honey, your father doesn't have time to make this for you often…" My mom looked at my disapprovingly. My dad was always away… that was another reason why I should tell my parents about my pregnancy now.
"I don't feel well today." I lied. I actually felt fine this morning. Oh shit, I just jinxed it. "Um… I really need to pee." I lied again. I had to throw up actually. I excused myself by stumbling towards the bathroom, banging the door shut and puking the living shit out of my body. After I threw up, I rinsed so my breath didn't smell like vomit. Then I exited the bathroom and back out with my parents.

"Gabriella, are you sure you feel well enough to attend school today?" My dad questioned. On a normal morning, I would answer 'No, I feel like crap. I would love to stay home (and miss school)' But now, it was different. If I stayed home, I'd have to face my mother all day. What if she became suspicious? That wasn't the way I wanted my parents to find out about me being pregnant.

"No… I feel good enough to attend school." I smiled at them for reassurance.

"Whatever you want, sweetie." My father patted me on the back. As you could see, I had a better relationship with my father than my mother. Well… that was because my dad wasn't there half of the time.

"I have to rush to work." My dad got up, put the bowl in the sink and slipped on his shoes. "Hopefully, I'll be home for dinner."

"Bye, dad." I waved.

"Bye, honey." My mom gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Goodbye, ladies." And he exited the door.

"Sharpay's here." I put the bowl in the sink. "Bye, mom." I slipped on my pumps and exited the front door.

And of course, hearing this… "That pink skirt is way to short!" By my mom.

I hopped into Sharpay's car with my bag and gave my best friend a hug.

"Good morning, Gabi." She greeted me and started to drive. "How was your morning?"

"Alright." I answered. "Threw up once."

"Did you tell your parents?"

"Hell no!" I exclaimed. "I am way too scared to."

"Well, you have to tell them sooner or later." Sharpay said… obviously. "Are you going to tell Troy today?"

I thought about it. If I told him today he might not believe me since I was still pretty flat down there. And rumors might start to fly around the school really quick. "I don't know… maybe not until it shows."

"But by that time, he might think that the baby probably isn't his." She pointed out.

"I don't know, okay?" I just said.

"Okay… whatever you say." Sharpay continued to glue her attention to the road.

Ugh… stupid Mr. George. Will he just shut up about the periodic table?! It's pretty obvious that nobody really cares! But it was the teacher's job to rant about useless shit anyway.

I was just sitting in class, fiddling with the pen in my hand and suddenly I was craving onion rings. YES, onion rings! Onion rings with ranch! YES RANCH! Damn, I had never craved something so badly in life… ever! When was lunch anyways? I looked at the clock hanging above the whiteboard, 10:09. Damn lunch was like two hours away.

"Shar… I'm seriously craving some onion rings." I whispered to her in front of me.

"Lunch isn't until twelve…" Sharpay answered me. "Hold on."

"But…" I was almost about to cry over onion rings.

"Just relax, alright?" My best friend soothed me.

"Ugh!" I now couldn't control it anymore. I just let it out.

"Ms. Montez, is there something you would like to share with the class?" Mr. George stopped his whole useless rant.

"Nothing…" I wanted to shoot myself because of my own stupidity. "Just tired." I lied and gave him a fake smile.

"Well, sleep earlier tonight and please do not disrupt my class." He continued on the lesson.

End of POVs

Finally, lunch time came. Gabriella ate very little of the actual meal and bought tons of snacks. A bag of Funnyons, a parfait, mini Oreos, and a bag of Classic Lay's. Although she didn't end up getting onion rings with ranch… Funnyons with ranch would do.

"Damn girl, you could eat a horse." Sharpay exclaimed when Gabriella took a seat with her at the lunch table.

"Oh, shut up." The brunette said playfully. "Tell the baby that." She whispered back, knowing that people around her could hear.

"Speaking of baby…" Sharpay motioned for Gabriella to look to her right. "There's the baby daddy… are you going to tell him?"

"No…" Gabriella kept eating. "I'm not telling him anything anytime soon."

As Troy walked by Gabriella, he couldn't help but glance a little. She looked like she was having a profound conversation with Sharpay. He couldn't help but think of that silly song he wrote about her.

"Dude, Gabriella looks gorgeous today…" Chad was mesmerized again and started staring.

"Is that Chad Danforth staring at you?" Sharpay was a little crept out.

Gabriella waved harmlessly at Chad, like she did at the party last week, making Chad melt to the floor.

"Dude, let's go." Troy just dragged Chad toward his girlfriend.

"Gabi, you're pregnant with Troy. Now you're flirting with his best friend?" The blonde gave her a disapproving look.

"It was a harmless, friendly wave." Gabriella riposted.

"Yeah whatever." Sharpay started eating her own lunch.

A/N: The song that "Troy wrote" is called Hot Mess by Cobra Starship. I know the lyrics are pretty humorous and pointless but I think that it applied to what went through Troy's mind when he slept with her before. This chapter is a little longer than the last few since I'm not updating everyday like last week. Although I asked for ten reviews, I didn't get the desired amount. But that will not discourage me to write this story. I would just really love some feedback to know what I did. Even a two word review can make me happy. It tells me that you cared. You cared enough to take the time and read this story. So please, take a couple of seconds to review. I would like to see SEVEN new reviews for the next chapter.

Natalie

P.S. – The YouTube link to "Hot Mess" is on my profile.