Arranged Marriage

Chapter 10

Troy smiled at me and I heard a knock on the bathroom door. "Are you two coming out of there anytime soon," came Isabella's voice.

I pulled Troy's hand and led him out the bathroom and Isabella was standing there, looking at us, smiling.

"What?" I asked her, confused.

"You guys are so cute," she gushed. "I'm a really excited for the wedding."

I watched as she ran away and I shook my head. Here she was 20 years old and my sister still acts like a 5 year old.

Together we walked downstairs and my parents looked up when we walked in. "Gabriella," my mom started, but I didn't let her finish.

"Before you ask mom, yes I'm ok. I told Troy about Trevor." I watched my mom's eyes go wide with shock.

"You did?" she asked.

"Yea," Troy answered for me, not letting go of my hand. "And I'm fine with it because I'm in love with your daughter and nothings gonna change that."

I smiled at this. As it turns out, Troy and I have had feelings for each other for a few years and it was basically covered up by hate or what we thought was hate. It looked as if these past two months that we got to know each other better had sealed the deal.

I was happy. I mean I accused Troy for two years of something I wasn't even sure he did and now I know for sure. It felt good to know the truth and get out the truth. I had someone that made me happy and best of all everything that happened with Jake that left me with Trevor didn't matter to him.

Troy was obviously not like other guys. Any other guy would have fled when I confessed that I had a kid, but Troy stayed. I wasn't sure if it was because he has to because of the marriage thing or if he really doesn't care, but I had a pretty good idea from the sincere look in his eyes when he told me, that it was the latter.

I took Troy's hand and led him upstairs, leaving my parents downstairs in shock. I knew that they never thought I would be comfortable enough to tell anyone about my situation but they were wrong.

I walked to the guest room in which Bella had put Trevor. I opened the door slightly and poked my head in. After noticing that my son was still sleeping I slowly closed the door, but I heard a tiny voice cry out. "Mommy!"

I looked at Troy and he nodded at me. We walked into the guest room, Troy staying behind me as I went to pick up Trevor. "Mommy?" he asked. I assumed this was because he was so used to Isabella. It hurt me a little to know that I would never be known as mommy to him, but it was ok.

"Mommy's downstairs," I said to him and he struggled in my arms. He stopped and I realized he had noticed Troy standing there.

"Trevor this is Troy," I spoke softly to him. "Can you say hi to Troy?" I asked him.

He shook his head no and then rested it on my shoulder, putting his thumb in his mouth.

I heard Troy laugh. "He looks just like you," he said and I nodded grateful that Trevor didn't really show any signs of looking like Jake at all.

"C'mon," I said to Trevor. "Are you hungry?"

He nodded his head, not taking his thumb out of his mouth and I headed back down the stairs again.

"I'll be right there," I heard Troy say from behind me.

As I reached the kitchen, Isabella was there, heating up some chicken nuggets in the microwave. She saw me walk in with Trevor and smiled.

"I was just about to wake him up."

"Mommy," Trevor called again, taking his thumb out of his mouth and holding his arms out for Bella.

I felt tears wanting to let themselves out, but I was determined not to. I couldn't cry because my son had grown up with my sister as his mom other than me. It was a hard decision but we made it that way because I wanted what was best for him.

I was started to wonder what would have happened if I had taken care of my own son for the past two years. I watched Isabella sit him in the highchair she had packed and thought about what was next for me. I mean I was graduating High School this summer and I started to get the idea that maybe I could take care of him now.

I excused myself and wonder back upstairs, wondering where Troy was. I found him in my room, looking at some pictures on my dresser of Isabella and I taken all from about a year to 6 months before I got pregnant.

"Hey," I spoke which caused him to turn.

"Oh hey," he said walking over to me. "So what happened?"

"Bella's feeding him," I replied, trying not to let my sadness show.

"Must be hard," Troy said and I knew that he saw past it all.

"It is," I sat on my bed and Troy sat next to me, pulling me into a hug.

"He'll always be yours though," he whispered into my ear.

"Troy, what would you say if I told you I wanted Trevor as my own. I mean he is mine but I wanna talk to my parents about letting me have him and take care of him myself."

"I'd say," he paused and I looked up at him. "I'd say go for it." He kissed my forehead.

I smiled. "Thank you. You've been really great with all of this Troy. I want to thank you for understanding."

Troy smiled back at me. "Of course."

"I also want to say sorry," I continued. "I kept accusing you of spreading that rumor and I knew the whole time it wasn't you. I guess I just needed someone to blame. And the whole time, you just stood there and took it so I'm so sorry for that."

I watched Troy's face scrunch up a little. "Gabriella?"

"Yea?"

"Are we being honest here?" he asked.

I looked at him confused. "Yea I guess. Why, what's up?"

He took at deep breath and looked away from me. "I have something to tell you."

"What is it?" I asked. I was starting to wonder what was up with him.

"I, um," he stopped and looked over at me. "I wasn't entirely honest when I told you I didn't have anything to do with the rumor."

I started to get an idea of what he was talking about. "What do you mean you weren't entirely honest? Either you're telling the truth or your lying."

"I lied to you," he said, letting my go. "I did help spread the rumor."

At that point I went into total shock. Did I hear him correctly?

"Wait, what? You mean all that time you kept defending yourself and I was right?"

"No Gabriella, that's not how I meant it..."

"Then how did you mean it Troy?"

"Well," he started. "I was angry. I mean I liked you and you went for Jake and then Jake started saying something about how you had sex with him and then you broke up with him. He said you told him that you only wanted sex and I thought I could use that as payback so Jake and I told everyone that you were a slut."

I felt myself getting angry and hot tears were already rolling down my cheeks. "And you believed him?"

"I know, I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" I asked. "SORRY TROY? You lied to me. You told the whole school I was a slut."

"I didn't mean to, I was just mad."

"And that gives you a reason? Troy it was humiliating. Do you know how it feels to have people just walk up and call me a slut."

Troy went to grab me and calm me down. "Brie, look I liked you and I…."

"You sure have a funny way of showing it."

"Gabriella," he tried again but I wasn't hearing it.

"Stop ok Troy, you tried to make me believe you but no." I left my room and headed downstairs with Troy following behind me.

I got to the door and opened it, standing there and looking at Troy.

"Gabriella just hear me out please," he said and I just stood there.

"Get out," I said, still holding the door open. I knew that Isabella and my parents could see and hear what was going on from the kitchen and I hoped that they didn't ask any questions later.

"Gabriella."

"You spread that rumor Troy and you lied about it. Now you have to face the fact that I was hurt by it and I don't ever wanna see your face again. Oh and if I ever told you that I wanted to get married to you, I don't. Goodbye," I said as he stepped onto the porch and I slammed the door in his face.

I ignored the looks from my parents and sister and headed straight to my room. Nothing mattered anymore. My life was a mess.

A/N: i kno it took a while but i've been holding this all week untill i cud get sum comp time so there it was REVIEW itz right there under this writing itz like blueish purpleish for me CLICK IT yesssss