After the very eventful Monday, the rest of the week wasn't too bad. Sharpay stopped making snarky comments after her first attempt at trying to humiliate me. There were still stares and whispers as I walked through the hallway every passing period. It sucked having the whole world know that you were pregnant. I always dread when a class ends because I knew that I was going to have to go through the embarrassment. I always tried to walk fast through the hallways, but not too fast because I didn't want people to think I was a crack addict. But, no matter how fast I walked, it wasn't fast enough. I always looked at people at the wrong time, that being when they were looking at me and gossiping with their friends. Sometimes Troy would tag along and all of a sudden the opinions of people didn't care. It's like if my worries and anxiety evaporated into thin air when Troy was in my presence. Second period was by far the worst part of my day. It seemed like Chad didn't care about my presence, but sometimes I'd catch him looking at me. His expression is mixed between sad that we are no longer together and absolute fury towards me. I tried to smile a couple of times at him, but he would just roll his eyes, shake his head, and look away. At that point I was sure that we were never going to be anything to each other anymore, not even friends.

Troy and I ended up hanging out everyday after school that week. I always got impatient at the end of the day, squirming in my desk last period because I couldn't wait to see him and just vent out to him about how stupid people are. We always went to a low key spot in the park where we knew people wouldn't really be surrounding us. Every time we'd grow silent, I'd look at the kids play in the park with excitement and adrenaline running through their bodies as their souls were let free. There was a couple of times where I looked over at Troy and saw him smiling at the crazy kids running around the playground playing their little dumb games. I would always admire him in those little moments I had where I could just look at him. His strong jaw line, the way he squinted his eyes whenever he smile, and his melodic laugh. God, how I loved his laugh. Every second I was with him was time well spent. When we were together, reality was erased from my brain and in its place there was a beautiful fairy tale drawn out. A fairy tale where I wasn't pregnant and where I was madly in love with Troy. But I knew that when I would go home, my happiness would disappear and be replaced but the disappointment my mom injected into my heart every time she looked at me. And I knew that soon, my dad would be giving me the same look, to be more specific, Friday would be the start of it.

The end of the week finally came and caught me off guard. Troy and I decided to go to the park before we go to my house. The past couple of days I have been telling Troy about my plan to tell my dad, and every time I did, he would insist that he had to be there when I told my dad. After countless attempts of trying to convince me, I finally gave in and let him be a part of it. My response to his reaction and feeling of achievement was, "I think you just want to die and leave me to deal with all of this don't you?"

"No, of course not. If I wanted to die, I would want to die in a cool way. Maybe have Clint Eastwood shoot me while Morgan Freeman narrates it. Now that'd be badass! So if ever you think that I want to die and find out that I died that exact same way, you can say you were right."

"What would I say at your funeral? 'Troy was a good man and I have proof that his death was, in a way, suicide. He wanted to leave me and his child to bear through the evil world alone so that he could watch us from heaven or, most likely, hell, to laugh at us.'"

"Hey, I wouldn't go to hell!"

"You're a fornicator!"

"Well, in that case, I guess I'll see you there."

We started cracking up when suddenly our faces came close to each other. Our laughs faded and we stared deeply into each other's eyes. The desire to kiss him had never been so strong, and I could see by his eyes, he wanted to. As he started getting closer, I couldn't help but close my eyes and slowly lean in. But, before anything could happened, I backed away and cleared my throat. I knew that it was probably not the best idea to let myself fall for someone else again.

"Um, we should get going," I said nervously.

"Yeah, yeah we should," Troy said, a bit disappointed, "Sorry about that."

"It's fine. Don't worry about it."

I got up quickly and made my way to my car, leaving Troy behind. I got in and took a deep breath. There was something in me regretting the fact that I didn't kiss him at that moment. There was something so magical that I felt. I felt sparks in my brain and butterflies in my stomach. It was a sensation I hadn't felt in such a long time. But yet, I felt wrong even thinking about it. That was Chad's best friend at one point, and for me to start developing feeling for him would only make Chad more upset. I had already done too much damage. I saw Troy walking up the little hill and make his way to my car. He got in and we made our way on a silent journey to my house. As I entered my neighborhood, it hit me that we were about to tell my dad something that would probably make him disown me. My body began to shake at the thought of his reaction. I pulled into the driveway and made my way into my house. It was time.

I walked into the front door with Troy right behind me. My mom was making her way to the couch when she saw us enter. There were no words, just a simple smile. But as soon as she saw Troy, it disappeared. Troy, being the gentleman he is and not having a care in the world if someone hates him or not, acted as if everything were the same.

"Hey Mrs. Montez, nice to see you."

My mom just flashed him a quick little smile, then made her way to the kitchen. She was preparing dinner, although I knew most likely none of us were going to eat. Troy sat down on the couch, scrolling through his phone, while entered the kitchen.

"Hey mom, is dad home?"

"He's out back, he should come in in a couple of minutes," she said, not looking up from the stove where she was stirring the food.

"Okey dokey." I went back to go sit with Troy, but as soon as I did, I heard my dad walk in as he was fussing about the garden.

"I tell ya honey, those flowers are giving me such a hard time. They keep dying on me and-" he stopped as soon as he saw Troy sitting on the couch.

"Hey Troy! What a pleasant surprise! Long time no see. How you been?" My dad greeted Troy as they shook hands and then went in for a hug.

"I've been alright Mr. Montez. How 'bout yourself?"

"Work's been kicking my ass, but other than that, it's all been good. How's your dad?"

"Ah, he's doing great."

"Still coaching basketball at your guys' school?"

"Yep."

"Good. That's good. Listen, if you wanna stay over for dinner, we'll be more than happy to have you. My wife's making her signature dish tonight. You gotta try it. "

"Thank, Mr. Montez," my mom walked in from the kitchen and crossed her arms as she stood next to my dad, "but Gabriella and I actually have something we'd like to talk to you about. If that's okay with you, of course."

"Yeah sure, no problem," my dad said, completely unaware of what was about to hit him.

"I suggest you sit down for this," my mom said, in the same monotonous tone she always had when she was pissed off.

"Alright?" My dad said as he made his way to the couch and sat down. He took off his hat and gardening gloves. "So, what's this you guys want to talk about?"

I could hear the shift in his voice as soon as my mom told him to sit down. He grew more and more concerned every second, which made even more scared to open my mouth and tell him that I'm pregnant.

"I swear Gabriella, if you tell me you did bad on the test that you skipped studying for to go to that stupid party, you're going to be grounded for a long time."

"Dad, it's not that. Although I wish it as," I said, my voice extremely shaky.

"What could be worse than that?"

Well, you're about to find out, I thought to myself.

"It has to do with the night I snuck out." I saw my dad roll his eyes. By just mentioning that topic he grows annoyed. "Well, before I tell you anything else, I just want to say that I was drinking that night."

"Are you fucking serious?!"

I just nodded.

"Great. Well isn't that just fucking great! Now I have a delinquent AND an alcoholic as a daughter!" He got up off the couch and was about to leave the room. I could tell that he couldn't even look at me

"Wait! That's not all."

He turned around and threw his hands in the air. "What? Now you're gonna tell me that you slept with someone and got pregnant? Like if I didn't have a pathetic ass daughter already!" He chuckled in a mocking way, not suspecting that he had just said the truth. The sound of the food cooking filled the room. There was not one word said, that is, until my dad figured out what the silence meant. Tears started streaming down my face.

"You're joking right? You've got to be fucking kidding me!" I began sobbing. He was definitely the most furious I had ever seen him. "You fucking whore! I raised you better than this and even made sure that you grew up in an environment far away from that type of shit!" Every word he said was screamed at the top of his lungs. He stomped towards me and grabbed my jaw, yanking it so that I would look at his face.

"You're gonna tell me who the fuck the father is right now! Or do you not know who it is?" His voice was fully outraged.

"It's me, Mr. Montez! I'm the father. Now can you please let her go?! You're hurting her!" Troy stepped, but instantaneously my dad let go of my jaw and got a hold of Troy's neck.

"Dad! Stop!"

"You son of a bitch!" My dad yelled in Troy's face. Luckily, Troy was strong enough to push my dad away. He rubbed his neck and gasped for air.

My dad backed away, and then came back. "Troy, I fucking let you into my house, treated you as a son, and this is how you fucking repay me? By getting my daughter pregnant?!"

"Look," Tory was still struggling to breathe, " I understand that you're mad. It was a mistake! It was never our intention to even sleep together! We're both extremely sorry. I can't even find words to express how bad I feel! But I just want you to know that I will support her!"

"Get the fuck out of my house," my dad said, finally talking in a normal, inside voice.

"I'm sorry," Troy repeated.

"Just get the fuck out. I don't want you anywhere near my daughter, you understand? I'll fucking kill you if you ever step foot in here again."

"You can't keep me away from her. That's my fucking child in there and I will NEVER leave Gabriella or the baby's side." Troy started to choke up, " "And I don't care if I get killed in the process." With that, he walked out of the door.