Chapter 8: When Did This Happen?

I was woken up by a pressure I felt on my wrist. The pressure moved from my wrist to my stomach. Next it went up my neck, then to my cheeks, my forehead, then lastly my lips. The pressure was harder and longer on my lips. The pressure was enough to wake me up. My eyes fluttered open and I saw Troy on top of me, kissing me. He saw my eyes open and pulled away. "How did you sleep?" he asked while running his hands over my body.

"Fine. Very peaceful."

"That's very good." He said and kissed me on the lips. "Now you are ready to face me." He said and pulled away. His eyes were serious, and his features were set. I gulped very loudly and watched as he looked at me. "Why did you tell him?"

"I-I-"

"And after I specifically told you not to." His voice was soft, but his eyes were hard. I had no idea what to say so I apologized.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to tell him. I just kinda exploded and it all slipped out. I'm sorry."

"As long as you can keep his mouth shut, its ok. But it better not happen again, ok?" I nodded and his eyes softened up and his face became less serious.

I tried to shake the fear off, but that had scared me. He could be extremely scary sometimes. During the whole thing, he was a little stiff with tension, even at the end.

After we were done, we were just laying there until he suddenly grabbed my arm, the one with the scars on it, and started to stroke it. His hands ran up and down my arms until he decided to rest on top of my arm. He traced the scars with one of his fingers. I looked at him in wonder. "Do you know what it says on your arm?" He asked after a small moment. I nodded. "What does it say?" I looked at him in confusion.

"You were the one to put it there. You should know."

"I know, just answer the question."

"It says MINE."

"Right. Who put it there?"

"You did."

"And what does that mean?"

"I don't know."

"Remember what I told you our fourth night?"

I thought for a little time. "Yes"

"What did I say?"

"You said that I was yours, and only yours."

"What else?

"That no else can have me, except you. And that I belong to you." I looked down and started to play with his free hand.

"That's right." I was still confused.

"What does that have to do with now? I thought we were starting over."

"We are, but not on some things. I want to warn your friend by warning you."

I looked up at him. "Warning me about what?"

"That if he kisses you, or touches you, or ever thinks about touching you in a romantic or sexual way, I will hurt him." His hand wrapped around my arm so tightly it hurt. His hand was right over my scars which made my arm hurt more. My arm pulsed under his big hand. I didn't want to say anything about his hand or his grip, afraid that he'd do something a lot worse. But when the small, but audible, whimper escaped my throat, he noticed the vice grip he had on my arm and let go. "I am so sorry." He said as he wiped the tears that had escaped my eyes, then kissed the sides of my face. Then he kissed my red, throbbing arm. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm just sort of a jealous person. I'm sorry." Before I could respond, he was kissing me on my lips. He pulled away and looked at me with a mixture of emotions. Remorse and thoughtfulness were the only ones I recognized. He pulled me into his arms and held me. I stared into his eyes and he stared back. There was something else in his eyes, something that felt vaguely familiar. Something new. I could see the warmth and comfort radiating from his blue eyes.

I felt my mouth go dry. How could this be happening? I hadn't known about my girlfriend/boyfriend romantic lover like feelings for Troy until this morning. I wondered. He started to kiss me again, with so much fervor and passion it had my heart and stomach fluttering. Our baby could feel the passion to it.

I pulled away after a second and stared him straight into the eyes. "You're the only one, Troy. There's only you." I said and stroked his cheek. I saw a different emotion come into his eyes, but before I could tell what it was he started to kiss me again.

I had read about things like this: Victims of constant rape and/or kidnapping getting emotionally and physically attached to the capturers. I understood why now, melting into Troy's kiss. When you spend so much time with someone, you can't help but become attached. It was the same as me and Troy. Being with and around Troy for so long, I had become emotionally attached. Also, I read that having a sexual relationship with somebody can create an emotional bond, well mostly for the girl. Girls are more tied into their emotions. Troy had been my first time and my every time, except that one close call. Apparently, it had created an emotional connection from me to him that had created the boyfriend/girlfriend romantic lover like feeling. A feeling that he was starting to return.

When did this happen? I asked myself as Troy started to run his hand through my hair as we kissed. I brought my hand up to his cheek after a few minutes and held it there. He pulled away after a good while and stared down at me. I stared back. I kissed him one more time before setting my head on his chest. One arm slipped around my waist as his other one laid limp across his stomach. His well muscled stomach. I laid on one of my arms while the other was outstretched so my hand could stroke his face with my hand. I yawned.

"I know about how you feel about me." He murmured into my ear, his voice a soft whisper. I closed my eyes, too tired for any emotion.

"Mhm."

"You know they're not justified."

"I know. I can't explain them. They're just there." I grumbled.

"We'll talk about it in the morning. Lets sleep." I nodded and went to sleep.

I woke the next morning and for the first time, I didn't throw up. I sat up in the bed, and scratched my stomach.

It had gotten bigger. I had gotten bigger.

I looked down and raised my shirt. My stomach had grown about an inch since yesterday and I was confused. Was it suppose to grow so fast? I wasn't sure, and I didn't know who to ask. Even though I wasn't sure about the timing, I was most likely about three or four months along, maybe even five. I counted back the weeks that I had 'known' Troy. Roughly about 19 or 20 weeks.

I rubbed my stomach. I really wanted to know more about my pregnancy and my baby. The only way to do that was to go and see a doctor, but I wasn't sure that Troy would let me. I could try to convince him, but my work would be in vain. I was still gonna try.

I realized the clock on my desk said that I had thirty minutes to get to school. I got up and got dressed, just some sweats and loose fitting shirt. I twisted my body in the mirror, making sure that my stomach couldn't be seen. It couldn't.

I closed my closet door and turned around. I nearly screamed when I saw Troy standing there. I pressed a hand to my heart and the other hand over my stomach.

"Sorry. Did I scare you?" He smiled. His smile was so dazzling and my heart stuttered.

"Yes, you scared the hell out of me."

"Sorry." He walked over, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me. I wondered when our relation had changed from predator and prey, to boyfriend and girlfriend. He kissed me for a short second before pulling away and looking down at my stomach. "You've gotten bigger?"

I nodded. "Yea, you noticed?"

"Mhm. How could I not? I spent the last four or five months memorizing your body. That's how I noticed in the first place."

"Oh." I mumbled as he kissed me again, a little longer this time.

"Lets talk." He said.

"About what?"

"About what I wanted to talk about last night."

"Ok." He pulled me over to the bed. He sat on the bed first then pulled me down onto his lap. It was weird, because I was completely comfortable on his lap; his arms wrapped around my waist and mine around his neck.

We sat there for a while until I decided to do my asking first.

"Troy, do you mind if I go see a doctor?"

"Why? Are you hurt? Is the baby hurt?" One of his hands went to my stomach immediately and showed that his concern and fear was genuine and sincere.

"No."

"Then if you and the baby are alright, why do you want to go see a doctor?"

"That's exactly it."

"What?"

"I want to know whats happening with me. I want to know whats happening with our baby." I took a hand from around his neck and placed it over his hand that was on my belly.

"I understand, but why?"

"Because, this is my first one. My first pregnancy. I want to see how it feels. I don't want it to be unspecial and painful like my first time was..." I trailed off as I realized what I had just said. I snapped my mouth closed and looked up at him. He looked down at me, his eyes never changing. I looked at him for another second then continued. "I want to experience it the way other girls do."

He looked at me, uncertainty in his eyes. "I don't know..."

"Come on!" I pleaded. "Please, I want to do this regularly." I leaned in and kissed him for a second. "Please?"

He looked at me for a second before nodding. "Ok, but under a few conditions."

"What?"

"One: You will see the doctor I pick out for you. Two: I will go with you to each of your appointments. And Three: Any information you learn about the baby you will tell me, ok?"

"Ok!" I agreed happily. "Thank you!" I smiled and kissed him. We kissed for half a minute, before he pulled me away.

"Now its my turn." He said. I looked down at my hands. He shifted me on his lap and made me look him in the eyes. "Now listen, I know how you-" That's when we heard the car honk outside. Troy looked down at me. "Whose that?"

"Chad. He said that he'd pick me up and take me to school today." The car honked again. "I should go."

I went to get off his lap but he held me down on his lap. "No we need to talk."

"But-"

"No listen-"

"I have to go to school."

"I can take you."

"No, its okay. You wouldn't want to be seen with me anyways. My friends already hate you because they think you beat me."

"But-" I got off his lap and grabbed my bag.

"We'll talk about it this afternoon." I kissed him for a few seconds before rushing out the door. I jumped in the car with Chad and we left.

"So..." Chad said, knocking me out of my thoughts.

"What Chad?"

"You know what you have to do today, right?"

I looked at him confused. "No, what?"

"You have to apologize to Taylor and Ryan. You know that when you went off on her it was not called for and mean."

"I know." He made me feel like a little girl in trouble. We arrived and he pulled into the student's parking lot and went inside. There, upon entering the building, was Ryan and Taylor leaning against our lockers and talking. When we got to them, they stopped talking and looked at us. Chad bumped me in the side and signaled for me to speak.

"Guys, Ryan and Taylor...I am so sorry for the things I've done and said to you over the past few months. I've been going through a lot of um...personal problems at home and I wasn't taking to it to well. I guess I was taking my anger out on y'all and for that I am really and truly sorry for that. You didn't deserve that." By the end of my apology, tears had welled up in the corners of my eyes and a few spilled over.

They stared at for a second before Taylor moved forward and pulled her into a tight hug.

"Oh sweetheart, it's okay. We totally and fully forgive you and we understand." She stroked my hair as she spoke.

"I'm so glad." She pulled me away.

"We know what's going on, Sharpay." My eyes grew wide from shock and I looked at Chad with pure disbelief and pain. But all he did was shake his head.

I turned back to Taylor. "You know what?"

"About this Sharpay." She said and laid a hand on my growing stomach. "Why didn't you just tell us that you were pregnant?"

She breathed a silent breath of relief. This what they thought she was hiding. They didn't actually know.

"I was just worried about how you would react and I was scared about what was happening to me. I was so freaking scared. I'm still scared." I looked each of them in the eyes as I said this. "I'm having a baby, you guys. A real living, breathing, thinking baby. Is that reason enough to be afraid?"

"More than enough reason to be afraid." Taylor nodded along.

"So are y'all gonna help me get through this?"

"Of course we are. We're your friends and we're not going to abandon you just because of one big mistake. It's gonna be okay." I didn't miss how she emphasized the word big.

"Thanks guys this means a lot to me." Taylor put her around me and we started to walk to class.

"No problem." It was quiet for a few minutes until Ryan spoke.

"What about the father?" He asked. I saw him throw a glance at Taylor, who threw a glance at Chad.

"What about him?"

"Is he going to be helping out? Is he going to be...you know, around?"

I wondered why they were asking. "Um...yea, he is."

"How does he feel about the baby?"

"He's happy about it." There again. They all glanced at each other again as if they knew something I didn't.

"So he's happy that you're pregnant?"

"Yea, kinda"

"But-" Ryan started, but I didn't want to keep to talking about it, so I pulled away from Taylor.

"I've really got to go to the bathroom, be right back." I left and when I came back there was no more talk of my baby's daddy.

The day went on without incident and, before I knew it, school was over. I was dreading going home, but I would have to do it sooner or later.

I walked into my room, closed the door, and was immediately pulled into a kiss. I kissed him back and pressed myself closer to him. He pulled away from me, but I couldn't stop kissing him for some reason. When his lips left mine, mine only went down to his neck. My reaction surprised both of us. I didn't understand the feeling that surged through me. I pressed my lips back against his lips, urgent and restless.

He broke away from me again. "We need to talk." I pulled him into another kiss.

"Later... After." I said, pulling his arms toward the bed.

The feeling that took over my body was unbearable. I couldn't handle it. I didn't understand the new need. In the end, we had to go again. This new need was so strong.

After we finished, we just laid there, until he started to talk.

"Now, I know how you feel about me."

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I know that my feelings seem wrong, but I can't stop them. You're the one who set them off."

He looked at me as if I was crazy. "What are you talking about?"

"Well, I've read the connections are built between people having sex. And since you were my first, and every, time I guess that I'm emotionally tied to you."

"How?"

"Sex changes people." Since I was carved into his side, one leg and arm and my head on top of him, I ran my hand all the way up and all the way down his stomach.

"Yes it does, but it doesn't change the fact that you can't be in love with me."

"I'm sorry," I looked him in his eyes. "but I can't change the way my heart feels about you." I kissed the side of his chest. "The way I feel about you."

"I'm sorry about that too." I looked up at him, he was staring at the ceiling.

"Now all I can hope is that one of these days, you return the feeling." He looked down at me again. It looked as if he wanted to say 'Me too.' but he didn't. "But just so you can hear me say it out loud; I love you." I kissed his chest again. "I'm in love with you."

Thanks for reading, please review and tell me what you think. Sorry if I took too long to update, just had a lot going on at school, but now it's Winter Break and I'm so happy. Hope everyone's break is going good and an early Merry Christmas to all those who celebrate it or Kwanzaa or Hanukkah. And Happy New Year's, early of course.

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