My Best Friend's Baby
Chapter 10
Gabriella's POV
I sighed, playing with my hands nervously and flipping my hair over my shoulder as I glanced at Travis from the corner of my eye. I didn't understand why I was getting so nervous and jumpy around him. It wasn't like I liked him…was it?
I bit my lip, flipping the page in the book that was resting on my thighs as I curled up on the couch, my knees up as far as they could go with my stomach in the way. I pulled on a strand of my hair before I hear a sigh from Travis as he closed his own book.
I looked up as he looked towards me with a smile. "Is it just me or is this getting old quick?" He asked, leaning back on the couch.
I smiled, tugging on my hair some more as I debated getting back to the book or talking to him. I knew it was seem pretty rude if I ignored him to read, so as soon as I thought about it, I pushed the book aside.
He grinned, turning so his body was facing mine. "Good then, maybe my first instinct about you was wrong, like I'd hoped."
I laughed, pulling my knees closer. "And what might that have been?"
"That you were a goody two shoes."
I faked a gasp and hit him on the arm as he laughed at me. "I'm not that good, and plus I really don't think anyway could call me a goody two shoes with the condition I'm in now."
He shook his head lightly. "That doesn't matter. Everyone's entitled to their mistakes right?"
I shrugged, biting my lip again. "I guess, but I'm not a goody two shoes."
He laughed. "Okay, but you have to prove it."
I rolled my eyes. "How am I supposed to do that?"
Travis shrugged, switching his position on the couch so he was sitting closer to me, not that I really cared. "I think you'll figure it out."
"Yeah, just like I've figured everything out. Because I've got so much going for me, right?" I asked sarcastically and rhetorically.
He shook his head. "You just love scrutinizing yourself don't you?"
I opened my mouth to defend myself but then I stopped, realizing it was kind of true. "I don't scrutinize everything I do though."
He looked at me. "But you do it a lot. I've know you for what, 6 months and I've really gotten to know you for about 2 weeks and that's probably the first thing I noticed about you. That and the fact that you are amazing pretty."
I blushed, ducking my head under my hair. "Are you trying to suck up to me?"
He grinned. "Is it working?"
I rolled my eyes playfully. "I think you have to try a little bit harder to impress me."
He shrugged. "Well I can't be that far off right? I've already made you blush."
"It takes a lot more to win me over than just making me blush. Anyone can make me blush with just the right compliment."
"Okay, well how about this; I've never seen someone so cool and calm about most things as you are. Despite the fact that you think you're completely damned to hell because you're pregnant I've seen you smile maybe 6 times. I think you should smile way much more though because it's a smile that's too pretty to waste," he said making me blush. "And I love that you blush so easily."
"Shut up," I giggled, but I didn't really want him to.
"What about when you're in class. You get this seriously concentrated look on your face and you stare into space like your daydreaming and then when you get caught you look so confused and innocent."
I scoffed, smiling. "What have you been stalking me?"
He smiled. "You're worth being stalked, what can I say?"
I folded my arms across my chest, leaning back. "Go on, I think I need more convincing."
He chuckled, looking down. "I think that's all I've got."
I pretended to frown. "So big bad Travis can't live up to his challenge after all?"
He shook his head. "I never said I was done, I just have to look into you a little more."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, and I intend to," he whispered as I felt him moving closer to me. "Very soon."
"Mhmm, good luck with that," I whispered back.
"I don't need luck," he said before our lips met in a kiss that had me erupting with fireworks inside my tummy. Either that or my baby was kicking.
Seconds later, he pulled away much too quick and I opened my eyes to see him sitting there in shock. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have…"
"Don't be," I stated simply. "I liked it."
He just nodded before our lips came in contact again and I could say that sitting there kissing Travis on Taylor's parents couch, I was as content as I had been in a while. And I liked it.
"Troy fucking Bolton! Get your ass out here right now!" Sharpay screamed as she stood in the doorway to the Bolton household.
Troy stood up from his place on the couch, sighing as Chad followed behind him.
"What do you want Sharpay?"
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Don't ask me what I want! I came here with a purpose and when I get to it you listen, got it?"
He raised an eyebrow at her and she rolled her eyes. "Whatever, anyway what is up with you? I understand that you're Troy fucking Bolton and you get whatever you want around East High because you're the freaking man on campus, but why are you acting like more of a dick these days?"
Troy glanced over at Chad who had situated himself leaning on the counter with a bottle of water and he shrugged, giving him a look that said he wasn't in this, just watching the show.
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't play dump, Bolton!" she warned as Chad chuckled from the counter.
"He's not playing," he took a sip from his bottle as Troy sent a glare his way. "Sorry, I'll go back to silent watching."
"Thanks," Troy added sarcastically, turning back to Sharpay. "Seriously, Shar. What are kind of crap are you accusing me of this time?"
She rolled her eyes. "I don't get you! As a matter of fact," she turned to Chad. "I don't get you either. I don't get men at all."
"What did we do this time?" Chad asked.
"It's not you! It's him," she sighed, motioning to Troy.
He threw his hands up. "I still don't know what I did."
"You were being an ass, that's what?"
It suddenly dawned on him and he looked at the blonde tiredly. "Is this about Gabi?"
Sharpay's eyes lit up excitedly. "Well finally he gets it! Hooray!"
Troy turned on his heel, heading back to his living room. "Whatever, you've addressed the issue, please leave."
"Troy!" She whined following him. "Can you please just tell me what's up? I've know you since grade school and you've never acted like this much of a jackass before."
He groaned, plopping down on the couch as Chad came in the room, sitting on the armrest next to him and Sharpay seated herself on the edge of the coffee table.
"Troy, c'mon. You've been weird lately, weirder than usual. Gabs told me about the whole Travis thing and I know this might sound annoying coming from me since I'm a girl and naturally I take her side, but seriously Troy?"
"It's none of your business!"
"It is my business! That is my best friend Troy! And whatever issues you have with her, you take up with her straight on, or you have to deal with me. I don't care if I've known you first, she's way too important to me. And I have to confront you on the way you treat her, then damn it, I will!"
Troy sighed. "I don't care; let her go sleep with Travis if she wants to."
Sharpay glared. "You know that's not fair. One, she's pregnant and she's not that stupid. Two, she's just friends with the guy. Three, what you said to her was unnecessary. You should know that we all have watched you two dance around each other for years and you really need to stop. Sleeping with every girl at East High isn't going to make you stop liking her. And it isn't going to make her want you, as you can see. She's just going to grow farther and farther away."
Troy just sat there, his jaw tight as he focused on the wall. Sharpay groaned at his reaction, standing up and looking to Chad. "I give up. I tried, now you deal with him, I'm done and gone."
Chad watched as Sharpay left and he looked over to Troy who was still focusing on that blank space on the wall. He thought about opening his mouth to say something, but it dawned on him that there was nothing else to say because Sharpay had said it all. He left the room, knowing it was all up to Troy to make the decision now.
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