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Chapter 9

Gabriella knocked on Robbert's door. She didn't want to be there, but she knew what she had to do.

A woman answered the door. "Who are you?"

"I'm Gabriella Montez. Robbert kind of, well, made me...."

"HEY, ROBBERT! THERE'S A GIRL HERE FOR YOU!" The woman walked away. After a while, Robbert came to the door.

"What are you doing here?"

"Um, I have every right to be here."

"No you don't."

"YOU MADE ME PREGNANT! I HAVE A LOT OF RIGHTS TO BE HERE!"

"WHAT?! I DID NOT MAKE YOU PREGNANT! WHY WOULD I EVER DO IT WITH YOU?"

Gabriella looked at him. "I talked to you on the phone today. You told me that you made me pregnant."

"No, the only person I talked to on the phone was Gabriella Monpolon."

Gabriella looked at him again. "You must have gotten that mixed up. I called you."

"Well, the reception wasn't very good.... anyways, no, I did not sleep with you."

"Then it really must have been a dream."

"Well, either way, get off of my porch, please."

"Yeah, sure."

Gabriella got into her car and drove away. But something was still bothering her. Why had the tests come up as possitive. Anyway, she called her mother to let her know.

"I'm happy, honey."

"Well, I've gotta go meet Troy, but I'll see you later, okay?"

Gabriella reached the restaurant. She got out of her car and walked in.

She saw Troy. He was sitting with Emmy, who didn't look happy.

"Hi, guys," she said, sitting down.

"Hey," Troy said. Emmy just glared at her.

"Emmy, say hi to Gabriella."

Emmy shook her head. "You know, I'm supposed to be on a date right now."

"With who?" Gabriella asked.

"Uh, Bob. He's from my gang. He's a great kisser.

"WHAT? When did you ever kiss him?!"

"Um, none of your business."

"I think it is my business."

Emmy snorted.

"Emmy, you know those guys are just disgusting," Gabriella said.

"NO THEY'RE NOT! I LOVE THEM! ESPECIALLY BOB!" She took out a pack and started shoving it into her mouth.

"What is that?"

"Uh, drugs."

Troy screamed. He jumped up and tried to pull them out of Emmy's hands. She fought back.

"TROY! EMMY!" Gabriella was trying to get them to knock it off.

"Troy, get off!"

"NO! NOT UNTIL YOU STOP DOING THIS STUFF!"

Emmy shoved him off of her and stormed out of the restaurant.

Troy glared after her. "I'd better go and...."

"Go on. I'm fine."

Troy ran after Emmy.

Gabriella's phone went off. She answered it. It was Sharpay.

"So, did you tell your mom. You know, that you're pregnant?"

"Well, I'm actually not. The tests are just kind of screwy."

"WHAT?! SO YOU'RE NOT PREGNANT?"

"No."

"Well, that's good."

"Yeah. It is."

"Well, I don't think all of those tests could have been messed up."

Sharpay had a point. "You're right."

"I'd have them checked out."

Gabriella nodded, even though Sharpay couldn't see her.

"I've gotta go," Sharpay said, hanging up.

Gabriella put her phone away.

-

Gabriella sat down on her bed. She had gotten home from the restaurant a couple of hours ago. She had dug up the tests from the garbage.

"GABI!" her mother called. "SOMEONE'S AT THE DOOR FOR YOU!"

Gabriella found Troy crying at her front door.

She asked him what was wrong.

"Emmy is missing."