My Best Friend's Baby

Chapter 11

Gabriella was standing at her locker when Troy finally showed up the next day. She wasn't exactly paying attention to her surroundings this morning, but more focused on what had happened last night. This is why she hadn't heard Troy walk up and why she didn't really care.

"Gabriella, can I talk to you?"

Gabriella continued taking her books out of her locker before she closed it and went to walk away.

"Gabriella, please!" Troy said, catching her arm.

She turned slowly, holding her books against her chest. "What?"

He sighed. "I'm sorry."

She glanced around before looking back to him. "Is that it? You're sorry, and that's supposed to fix everything?"

He shrugged. "What do you want me to say? I'm not good at this. I mess up all the time and I rarely say sorry."

She nodded. "Fine, whatever."

As she turned to walk away, Troy caught her arm again. "Why are you making this difficult?"

"Why are you such an arrogant asshole?" She snapped back. "Wait, I think I can answer that, because you don't care. You don't care about anything but yourself. You don't care who you hurt as long as things are all fine for you, am I right? I don't even know why I was friends with you for so long."

Troy rolled his eyes. "Well I'm trying here."

"Trying to do what? Make me feel guilty? Make me feel like shit? Great, because it's working."

"Gabriella…"

"Troy, just don't okay. I'm done. I'm done being your friend and I'm done being your punching bag."

As she walked away, Troy turned and let his head fall into her locker.

"Hey," Travis said, sitting in the desk beside Gabriella.

She looked up and smiled. "Hi."

"You look worried about something, you okay?"

She nodded. "I'm fine."

He smiled. "Good, then I guess you'll go out with me tonight."

She looked at him confused. "What?"

"Tonight, me and you, dinner and movie. What do you say?"

"Travis..."

"Oh c'mon, don't tell me you don't want to go out with me. After yesterday, I got the feeling that's there's something between us."

Gabriella bit her lip. "Well, I do want to go out with you, but I don't think now's the time."

He looked at her. "Because you're pregnant."

"Yeah, that and there's a lot of stuff going on right now and my life and I kind of think the last thing I need is a relationship."

"So when do you think you'll be ready for a relationship?"

Gabriella sighed. "October."

He nodded. "After you have the baby?"

She looked at him sympathetically. "I know that seems pretty long and if I were you I wouldn't wait around for me. If the time comes and we both happen to still be single, maybe then, but I don't think I can handle all that now."

Travis looked away rejected. "Okay, that sounds cool."

"I didn't mean to hurt you Travis."

He shook his head. "You didn't, don't stress about it, it's not good for the baby you know."

Gabriella watched as he sat forward in his desk and turned his attention to the front, hating that this was her life now. Everything she did now, she had to keep mind of the baby and this was when she was really started to regret her poor drunken decisions. But she knew better than anyone that actions came with a consequence.

When Gabriella walked into Taylor's that afternoon, she dropped her bag by the door, literally exhausted. She couldn't believe the long day she had. Between telling off Troy, turning down Travis, keeping up with her schoolwork and then meeting with Brad and Jessica briefly after school for an update, she couldn't wait to just curl up in bed and go to sleep.

She walked into the kitchen, find Taylor and her parents standing there with none other than her mom. She sighed, changing her mind on going to the fridge, but making her destination the stairs.

"Gabriella hold on a minute," Mrs. McKessie called out to her. "You're mom wants to talk to you and personally I think you should listen."

Gabriella turned. "Why should I listen to anything she has to say? She thinks I'm nothing but a pregnant whore."

"That's not true!" her mother tried to defend herself.

"Really? Because I remember the words that made me leave in the first place. Were they not 'at least I'm not pregnant by my best friend'?"

Her mother sighed. "I didn't mean that Gabriella and you know it. You're my daughter…"

Gabriella scoffed. "I don't consider you my mom anymore, because it sure sounded like you meant it when you said it."

"I was just stressed…"

"And you think I'm not?" she exclaimed. "I'm the one that's pregnant. I'm the one that comes home to find strange men in my home staring at me like perverts, only to find that you've slept with them. How do you think that makes me feel? My mother is sleeping around and she calls me a whore."

"I didn't call you a whore Gabriella."

"Well that's exactly what you meant."

"Well, I'm sorry! I'm sorry that I'm freaking out that my daughter is pregnant. I'm sorry that I wanted the best for you because I didn't want you to end up like me when I was 16; pregnant, scared and alone. I'm sorry that when you did end up pregnant, I freaked out. I didn't want this for you, but now it's happened and I feel like I've done a terrible job as a mother."

Gabriella looked at her mother confused. "You think it's your fault I'm pregnant?"

Her mother sighed. "Who else's fault is it? If I had just raised you a little bit better then maybe..."

"Mom!" Gabriella stopped her, stepping forward. "This is not your fault. You…are the greatest Mom ever, way more than I could ask for. You were always there for me when I needed you and I could tell you anything. And after Dad died, you were enough Mom and Dad to make me feel better. I don't want you to blame yourself or feel like you're a bad Mom. You raised me the best you could and I thank you for that, but me getting pregnant is my own fault."

"I'm sorry for the men in the house and the way I treated you."

Gabriella nodded. "I know you didn't mean it, I was just angry and I had to make you see how worthless you were making me feel."

"I'm sorry for that to," her mother confessed.

"I'm sorry for not listening."

"I promise you there will be no more strange guys in the house because I'm done dating."

"Mom, you can date, just make sure the guy's serious and that I know him before he confronts me like a creep in my kitchen."

Her mother smiled. "Does this mean you're coming back home?"

Gabriella turned to the McKessie's. "You guys were amazingly welcoming, but I think I've overstayed my welcome and as much as like spending time here, I really want to go home."

Mrs. McKessie smiled. "You're welcome here anytime Gabriella, you will always be like family."

"Thank you both for letting me stay here. And Taylor..."

Taylor smiled. "I know, I've been the bestest friend ever," she said playfully as Gabriella laughed, hugging her.

"You have," she agreed pulling away. "I'm going to go pack my stuff," she told them, heading up the stairs, finally happy to be in a place of solitude in this crazy world her life had become.

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