TPC: Teen Pregnancy Club
-a Headstrong.Crazii.Daize story-
DISCLAIMER: I disclaimed in all my other stories, why not this one?
SUMMARY: Gabriella, Taylor, Sharpay. Strangers to each other, but they all have one thing in common… their pregnant their junior year at the same time. Troyella, Chaylor, Zekepay.
C6: Chapter Six
YHA: You're Having A…
For the first time, Chad was not afraid to let people to see him cry. After Taylor told him the bad news, he cried the rest of the day and all of school. People were calling him a wimp, but he didn't pay it any attention.
"Sorry, Tay," Gabriella said, comforting Taylor at the end of school.
"Yeah, I'm sorry, too." Sharpay said.
"Thanks, guys," Taylor said through tears.
"Me and Sharpay talked about it, and if it makes you feel any better, you can the godmother of our babies," Gabriella said, slightly smiling.
"Thank you," Taylor said.
Troy came up to them and heard what was being was said.
"But it's not one-hundred percent sure. They're doing some tests to make sure," Troy said.
"I guess there's a little bit of hope," Taylor said.
Chad came up the hallway with red eyes. "Let's go."
Taylor said her goodbyes and left to go to her doctor's appointment.
"Oh! Troy I almost forgot, we have an ultrasound to get to," Gabriella said, taking Troy's hand and leading him to the car.
"We do, too, Zeke!" Sharpay said, following suit.
"Gabriella Montez, right?" the doctor asked.
"Right," Gabriella confirmed.
"Before I start calling you 'Daddy', you are the baby's father, aren't you?" the doctor.
"Yeah," Troy answered.
"Gabriella, could you lay back on the table," the doctor asked.
Gabriella did as she was told. The doctor took out some clear jelly and applied it to her stomach.
"Now, look to the screen," he said.
Troy and Gabriella looked, and for the first time, they saw their creation move.
"Aw," Gabriella commented.
"It looks as if it's a girl," the doctor said.
Troy and Gabriella looked at each other and started smiling.
"Just what we wanted," Gabriella said.
"Sharpay Evans is your name?" the doctor asked.
"Do you have a problem with that?" Sharpay asked.
"Put those claws away," Zeke whispered.
"So, we don't have to waste, let's get on with this ultrasound thing," Sharpay said.
"Okay, then. Lay down on the table for me," the doctor asked Sharpay to do.
"I've heard about you, Sharpay. You're the one they call the Ice Queen," the doctor said as he was preparing to find the gender of the baby.
"That's right," Sharpay said.
The doctor put the jelly on her stomach and looked at the screen. Zeke looked at the screen, too.
"Um, Sharpay…"
"Quiet, Zeke! The doctor needs his concentration," Sharpay said.
"I like to be called Dr. Lipson."
"You'll be called what I call you, now is it a boy or a girl?" Sharpay asked.
"Oh, goody. Looks like the Ice Queen is having an Ice Princess and an Ice Prince."
"Now, Gabriella, most teenagers who get pregnant really don't want to go through the difficulty of being responsible when they have a life to live. I know teenagers like you, and they don't want to be held back from fun because of a baby," the doctor explained.
"Where are you going with this?" Gabriella asked.
"I just want you to know, the option for abortion is up for grabs," he said.
"Abortion is nothing but a myth to me. You basically wasted your breath saying that to me. And who gave you the right—?"
"Thanks, doc," Troy said, grabbing Gabriella and pulling her out the room while she was still babbling off.
"Wait, wait, wait. I'm having twins? Something must be wrong, check again," Sharpay demanded.
"There it is. There's Baby A, and right there is Baby B," the doctor said.
"I guess those two onesies came in handy, huh?" she joked with Zeke.
"It appears that way."
"Welcome back, Miss McKessie," the doctor said with a smile.
Taylor did the best she could to smile, but it didn't work. Chad came in behind her.
"So you're here to see if you really lost your baby?"
"Yes I am," she said.
"Alrighty then, Miranda, I say let's get those tests done."
"Hold up, who is Miranda? I'm Taylor," Taylor corrected.
"Oops, I'm sorry, Taylor. We're gonna do what we did the other day to see if you still have the baby," the doctor said, leaving the room.
15 MINUTES LATER
"It appears that after all, Taylor McKessie, you are still pregnant," the doctor said smiling.
Chad ran up to her and hugged her.
"And congratulations! You're having a boy," the doctor concluded.
Gabriella pulled up in the driveway to Troy's house.
"See you tomorrow at school! You too, Chad!" Gabriella said. Troy and Chad got out the car. Troy noticed that his parents were staring daggers into his and Gabriella's body.
I wonder what's wrong with his parents? Gabriella thought.
As soon as Troy walked in the house, his dad waited until Chad got to his room and immediately started off at Troy.
"So, when I told you to stay away from that girl, you thought I was kidding?" his dad asked.
"So, when I told you I choose my child over basketball, you thought I was kidding?" Troy said to his dad.
"Don't talk like that to your father," his mom said.
"Look, Troy, when I say stay away from her, I mean it!"
"What's the big deal? Is it a sin to hang around your girlfriend who happens to be pregnant?" Troy asked.
"No, but it is a sin to have a girlfriend that's pregnant before marriage," his dad told him.
"Dad, what's done is done. You can't forbid me to stop seeing her just because of that! It already happened, so get over it," Troy said.
"I can't stop you from seeing her? I can't stop you from seeing her? Try me, Troy. Try me," his dad said.
"I can't believe you're so worked up about this! I don't know why, but I think part of the reason you're so pissed off about it is that because Gabriella's pregnant and not some stupid cheerleader who throws herself at me!" Troy yelled in anger.
"Well, I don't see why I wouldn't be worked up about it. You changed the whole school, singing with that high-pitched…"
"Stop it," Troy said through gritted teeth.
"… math-loving…"
"Stop it."
"… good-for-nothing…"
"If you don't shut up right now," Troy said on his edge.
"… tramp!"
That was it for Troy. He rammed his self into his dad, knocking the air out of him as he hit the ground, and punched him repeatedly in the face.
"GUYS! STOP!" Troy's mom said.
By this time, Troy's dad rolled on top of him and was punching his son. Troy tried his best to block the punches, but he failed most of them.
Then, Troy stopped one punch from coming and pushed his father's hand away from his body, causing him to fall off. Troy got up and attempted to kick his father in the ribs. Troy's mom was in tears by now.
Chad, deciding to see what all the noise was, came down the stairs to see a bleeding Troy and coach.
"Troy, man, stop kicking him!" Chad said, running towards the scene and pushing Troy away. "Go to your room, now. We need to have a little talk," Chad said firmly.
"… and that's where you came in," Troy said, finishing his take on what happened.
"You can't just not see your girlfriend. You'd have to avoid her in the halls, ignore her when she says something to you, I mean, that's gonna be tough. But, if you can be sneaky with it, it just might work," Chad said.
"It's gonna be really hard to tell her I can't see her all because my dad thinks it'll ruin my basketball career. To tell you the truth. I didn't even want to play basketball. I only did it so he would shut up. It turned out I was good at it, and then he thinks I want to pursue it for a professional thing," Troy explained.
After Troy said that, it was silence for a couple of minutes.
"Turns out the doctor had Taylor's sheet thingy mixed up with some other girls' named Miranda. She's still pregnant and we're having a boy," Chad said smiling.
"That's good. I can't wait to hear the rumors about why I have all these bruises on me," Troy said, getting ready to go to sleep.
"Yep. It's gonna be real crazy," Chad said, turning off the light and getting in bed.
"Yeah, I haven't checked my comments or messages in a long time. I guess I've lost my mini-MySpace addiction," Gabriella told Taylor over the phone.
"Let's see…" Gabriella said scrolling down her page.
"'hey gabs just wanted 2 kno what kinda math person gets pregnant'. That's kinda mean," Gabriella said scrolling down the page. Every new comment was calling her a slut, a whore, a skank.
Gabriella muttered something, but all that could be heard was the word 'mistake'.