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Chapter Fourteen: Decisions, Decisions
The frothy waves crashed violently all around her, as if playing a round of extreme bumper cars... except for the fact that she was out at sea, so it would be more like bumper waves. Rubbing her prickly arms quickly in a frantic need to warm her skin and make the ever present goose bumps disappear, she hesitantly glanced out to the angry waters. She couldn't see the shore- nothing but miles and miles of the cold, agitated salt water. She drew in a shaky breath and locked her arms tighter around herself while suddenly feeling her mouth beginning to produce a hot waterfall of drool. T-Pain never said boats were like this; frightening and nauseating. She closed her eyes, desperately trying to force down the painful lump brewing deep within her stomach and sneakily making it's way up her throat.
Her eyes brimmed with salty tears as she gripped the edge of the boat tightly and leaned all of her weight against the ledge, feeling as though she would explode at any moment. She coughed, surrendering the buckets of saliva her body was rapidly creating that she was nearly choking on to the icy cold sea. Her grip on the boat ledge tightened as the feelings of seasickness she was experiencing took her to a whole new level. Gagging on her own spit, she leaned further into the edge, trying with all her might to will the dizziness and tightening in her esophagus away. Her heart rate sped up fast as a time machine as the first batch of stomach acid that had welled up in her small stomach finally forced itself up her throat...
Sharpay shot up quickly in a puddle of her own cold sweat. Shoving her covers down to the foot of her bed, she threw her legs over the side as well and made a mad dash for her luckily-connected-to-her-bedroom, restroom, nearly falling over her own two feet in the process. She didn't even have the time to grope around in search of the light switch before feeling her foot getting tangled in the pink fluffy bath rug which caused her to plummet ungracefully to the bathroom floor. Grunting, she crawled super speedily to the toilet, where she made it just in time before all the evidence of anything she'd eaten the previous day became proven as the contents of her stomach came splattering sourly from her mouth.
She shut her eyes tightly, not bearing to look at the rancid mess in the toilet, and frantically tried pulling loose strands of hair out and away from her flushed face, which was a difficult task considering one of her arms was completely useless.
The putrid smell was making it worse. Just when she would think she was done practically throwing up her internal organs, the stench would shove its way back up her victimized nostrils, which would cause the start of another round.
She couldn't think. She couldn't breath. Her stomach took a sharp lurch every few seconds, and the smell and awful sound alone were just causing her to vomit more and more, and the dry heaves were the worst.
She wasn't sure how many times she had to flush the toilet to get it to all go down before she was finally done, however many minutes that seemed like hours later that was.
Sharpay let her face hover over the pot for another minute after she was done; just in case another surprise round decided to sneak up on her for an encore. She pulled herself away from the toilet when she was absolutely sure her stomach was empty, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
She let herself collapse to the bathroom floor then, pressing her hot, and flustered cheek against the cool, comforting tile in exhaustion. She laid there for a minute, waiting as her breathing slowly returned to normal and the pace of her heart slowed down. Sharpay cleared her throat before pressing her hand against her other cheek. It also felt steamy. And wet, because of the tears that had sprung from her eyes by natural reaction when she was emptying out her stomach.
After that it was just like something randomly clicked inside her. When she was throwing up, she didn't even have a second to think about it- to think about the reason behind it, but now it was finally starting to dawn on her that it was nothing but more proof and symptoms that she had a thing growing inside her by the second. That she was pregnant. And there was no way she was going to be able to do it... pregnancy. With Troy's help or not. She wasn't even seventeen yet. AND she was barely over five feet tall! She was too small for this. Both physically and emotionally. She couldn't do it.
She heard her alarm go off in her bedroom. That meant it was five forty five- time for her to start getting ready for school. She had it set to radio. It was halfway through the chorus of "Meet Me Halfway" by the Blackeyed Peas. She didn't get up.
She felt something else in her throat then that was causing it to tighten and swell up again, but it wasn't puke this time. No, this time, it was more choked sobs. And then, just like that, right there on the bathroom floor where she lay sprawled clutching the rug in her hand, much like the day beforehand in the cafeteria in front of everybody, she began to cry.
But this time, not in anger at the world like all the other times she'd been crying recently. Not in humiliation, or hating herself for being so stupid and getting herself into this in the first place. Not in anger at Troy, and not even for feeling sorry for herself, but in cold, straight up, agonizing fear. That was the only emotion she could feel at that exact moment: fear.
There was no way she was going nine months feeling like this.
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Troy closed his cell phone in slight confusion before stuffing it into his pocket. He was trying to call Sharpay. Just to say Hello. Just to say Good morning. Just to be a good boyfriend. That was the second time he'd called, the first had been half an hour ago. She hadn't answered. He sighed. Oh well, he'd just see her at school, where he was walking into now.
The first person he saw upon entering the tall building, or rather, the first of his friends who spotted him, was Chad, who was standing over by the trophy case peering in mindlessly with Taylor by his side, until he saw Troy that is.
"Hey! Yo- Troy! Wait up, man!" he must've spotted him out of the corner of his eye, since he had been facing in a completely opposite direction from where Troy had been trying to sneak by him unnoticed. Troy turned around slowly, knowing that just by acknowledging his friends calls to him that he was sacrificing himself to a load of hell, especially when said friends now-bitchy girlfriend was two feet from him.
But he mustered up his best "isn't-everything-just-awesome?!" face and greeted the couple with a "Hey!", as if all of yesterday had not happened. He wondered why Chad didn't even seem the slightest bit mad at him for calling his girlfriend a bitch yesterday before avoiding both him and Jason for the rest of practice.... in addition to ignoring their text messages when it ended. But, maybe that was because Chad knew Taylor was a bitch. Then again, she'd just kind of recently became one.
"Hey," Taylor responded casually, as if this wasn't totally awkward, 'cause it's not like she'd called Sharpay out yesterday or anything, only to have Troy yell at her. And then there was (-er, wasn't?) the whole scene in the school office.
Yeah, none of that had happened. Pshhh.
And she "didn't" know from Chad about the bitch thing either. (She really didn't.)
"So what's up?"
Troy shrugged at Chad. Okay, he decided, standing around like everything was peaches and cream was only making things weirder.
"Um, nothin' but I... gotta go to my locker," he said, "so I'll see you later," he then turned quickly and shuffled away. He was on his way to his locker when he felt a hand that was too small to be Jasons (who he was assuming would also be looking to track him down) placed itself upon the side of his shoulder. He glanced sideways, his eyes travelling down (since the person was shorter than him) to meet those of Gabriella.
"Hi..." she said hesitantly, and then, noticing his pace, added "are you in some kind of a rush?"
Hie eyes scanned over her- taking in her appearance of a brown blazer with a denim skirt that cut off below the knees, and brown boots. Different from anything Sharpay would wear, but Gabriella made it work.
Wait... what?
"Oh.. no, I was just heading to my locker," Troy told her. She nodded, slowly letting her hand fall from his shoulder.
"So..." Troy said after a few seconds when she didn't say anything more. "Didja need my help finding something?"
"Oh, no. I think I've got the locker and class thing down," Gabriella smiled. Troy nodded.
"Oh, well that's good," he smiled back politely.
"Yeah... no, I mean.. Troy, about yesterday-"
Oh.
Great.
Now he saw what she was getting at.
He'd rather not talk with anyone about yesterday. He realized he was glad Chad and Taylor hadn't brought it up.
"Hey," he said, stopping her with a nonchalant shrug. "It's okay, it's in the past."
"I know, it's just... I feel like I should apologize-" she tried again, but once again, he was quick to interrupt.
"You didn't do anything," he pointed out. It wasn't her fault Taylor was a bitch. Well, kind of, since she was sort of the cause of the problem... but she still hadn't done anything wrong herself. But if anything, she shouldn't be apologizing to him, but to Sharpay- if anything.
"I know. But it still kind of feels like I did," Gabriella told him. "I mean- Sharpay, she doesn't like me I don't think, and I'm not saying she has to or should, but I don't think she shouldn't if I didn't do anything."
"I don't think it's something personal. She's just um... shy," Troy said lamely, knowing very well that Sharpay did not like Gabriella at all. But he'd rather not be the cause of another girl drama by letting her know that, even if he was sure Sharpay would care less if he told Gabriella.
"Alright..." Gabriella gave in, agreeing but sounding rather doubtful anyways. Troy smiled, looking thankful and relieved that she was at least momentarily letting it go. But that was just it. Some things still seemed pretty unsettled. She was still confused, and there were still some things she needed answers to right now that even Taylor didn't seem to know no matter how much she pretended she did.
"But hey, Troy?"
"Yeah?"
"There's just one thing that people keep saying mixed things about that no one seems fully sure of."
"What's that?"
"Is she your girlfriend, or your best friend?
The thankful smile disappeared from Troy's face. He'd assumed Gabriella would have known that by now. Hadn't Chad told Taylor? If he did, wouldn't Taylor of told Gabriella? Or maybe she didn't, because she would have felt too stupid. Yeah, that was probably it, he realized. Gabriella knew nothing more than what had happened yesterday in the lunch room. She was just as clueless as the next random person who walked by them.
He smiled again, as if the grin had never left in the first place, as if it had always been there to begin with. Okay, fine, if Taylor hadn't told Gabriella. Hell, if Chad hadn't even told Taylor, he suddenly had no problems doing all that himself. He didn't care. He loved Sharpay. And now, the whole world should know it.
And Gabriella, well, she was expecting a one-or-the-other answer, but instead she got;
"She's both."
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Pushing her sunglasses higher up on her face, Sharpay looked up at the small building with a blank expression, unsure of exactly what she was doing here.
Correction: she knew what she was doing here.
She just didn't know if she was actually doing it.
Biting her lip, she snatched her sunglasses off her face and tossed them carelessly to the side, where they clattered against the dashboard before falling to the car floor. She leaned back against her seat, staring up pleadingly to the roof of her car in attempt to clear her mind as if asking God or anyone for a sign. Any kind of sign, just so she had at least some kind of clue as to what she should do. Was she making the right choice- coming here? Taking all of this upon herself? Or was she being stupid in not waiting for Troy to tell her what to do, or at least having him help her decide somewhat?
Sharpay rolled her eyes to herself, swallowed the lump of nerves in her throat, and clutched the steering wheel tightly in her left hand. She hadn't yet bothered to turn off the ignition. She continued to sit there in her running car for a long amount of time that she wasn't even sure of. It was probably only around five minutes, though it seemed longer as she tried to process her thoughts.
She had two options here:
One; go with her instincts, turn off the car, march in there with all of her will and just get it over with, but also suffer the possibility of Troy getting extremely pissed at her for doing this so spur of the moment without even talking it over (or maybe instead pull a Lindsay Lohan in that movie Labor Pains by pretending)...
or
Two; suck it up, forget about the fact that she was going to have to deal with a lot more morning sickness in days to come, drive away now, and just go to school like none of this had ever happened while feeding Troy some excuse about sleeping in late.
But that was the thing. Morning sickness? Pregnancy? She just couldn't do child birth. And nine months of this crap? There was no way in hell that was happening.
Finally making up her mind after a while longer, she killed the engine at last and climbed uneasily out of the vehicle, nervously making her way up to the building.
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"Hey."
Troy turned around, feeling the tap on his shoulder. Behind him sat Jordin Chapman, a girl Troy had known since middle school but didn't actually know personally all that well.
"Would you mind...?" she whispered, gesturing forward with her head towards his pencil, which he then immediately stopped tapping after just realizing how annoying it must be to the people around him.
"Sorry," he apologized, before twisting back around in his seat with a bored sigh. As Ms. Darbus went on with her lecture, he couldn't help but glance sideways wonderingly at the empty seat next to him where Sharpay usually sat. After a few seconds of staring blankly in wonderment, he let his eyes travel back up to the face of his teacher who stood in front of him a little to the right and sneakily pulled his cell phone from his pocket, keeping his eyes trained on her in case she even glanced at him for a moment because:
cell phone + Darbus's class + getting caught with cell phone = detention, and no ordinary form of it.
It didn't take him long to get to the new text message option- only taking quick glances at the screen under the table to make sure he was selecting the right option while still keeping a watchful eye on the teacher.
After typing his message, he quickly found Sharpay's name under his contacts list and secretively pressed "send."
He'd seen Ryan for a split second in the hall earlier while on his way to class, so it couldn't be as though their dad had decided to take the family on a random vacation for no reason in the middle of the year like he'd done so once before, so if Ryan was here, where could his sister be?
Flu and Cold season had already passed, but he still wondered if she could be sick, though he wasn't exactly worried- just curious, because as far as he knew, last night she'd been fine, and she was coming to school again today.
She better not just be ditching for the heck of it again.
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The waiting area was dead silent as Sharpay stepped into the small room, even the lady behind the front counter's chattering on the telephone seemed to be kept extra low. She lingered back in the main entrance door frame for a while, still not completely sure if she should really go through with this. She knew she really wanted to, but she also couldn't help but wonder if her showing up at the Family Planning Clinic was solely because of an impulse she'd had that morning after her session in the bathroom and she would end up regretting this later.
But she wouldn't... right? Of course not. This was the smart thing to do, and the longer she waited, the more time she'd just be running out of, because these things had to be taken care of quick before it was too late and she had no choice but to keep it. So she had to do this now- it would sure take off a load of pressure from her shoulders!
Just as she was about to give in to her impulse, she could hear the faint buzzing noise coming from the inside of her purse. It only took her a few seconds of groping around inside to find the source.
hey, where are u?
Text from who else but Troy.
Not about to tell him the truth of where she was, she decided it was best to ignore the message, and dropped her cell back into her purse. Conversing with him right now would only give her more hesitations to do what she wanted to anyway.
Sharpay took a deep breath, at last having mustered up enough courage to continue all the way inside. She was looking at the ground as if afraid her legs might somehow take control over her and forcefully make her turn and run back out and she had to keep an eye on them just in case, so she heard the voice calling her before she saw the face.
"Sharpay?"
Her eyes quickly shot up to face the owner of the voice who'd just emerged from the back room it seemed since she certainly hadn't been in the waiting area before, and Sharpay stood frozen, staring at the familiar girl like a deer caught in headlights.
"Emma?" she somehow managed despite all her surprise, her face going pale at the sight of the friend she'd been neglecting lately.
But the other blonde girl could only stare back in a mixture of equal shock and confusion.
And Sharpay, knowing the reason she was here, blurted out the only logical thing she could assume.
"Ohmigod! Emma! Are you... pregnant?" her voice was gossipy. She noticed the lady behind the counter look up at them, probably thinking they should talk quieter since they were speaking to each other from across the room.
Emma seemed taken aback by this question, meaning- she totally looked as if someone had just been shot dead and she was there to witness it.
"Hell to the no!" she exclaimed, causing Sharpay's face to partially twist at the sudden loudness of her response. When the woman behind the counter told her "shhh" and went back to her phone call, she rolled her eyes and came nearer to Sharpay, and the two sat down in two chairs next to each other, Sharpay, staring at her urgently, waiting for her explanation.
Emma's voice got lower as she continued.
"I'm here with my hoe of a 14 year old sister. You remember Jessie?"
Sharpay nodded uncertainly. She'd met Emma's sister probably once, and like three years ago.
"Yeah, well, I had to bring her here so our parents wouldn't find out about how big of a skank she is. She's in there now- said I could come with. I did, and I managed to stick with her through all the shots, but the second they pulled out that weird syringe thing they use to suck the thing out of you, I was out of there before she could even flinch at the sight of it. It didn't look like it was gonna be pretty."
Sharpay had no time to even think of a snappy remark like "no duh it's not gonna be pretty, it's a freaking abortion!" before she felt her eyes bulging wide open in something much more than shock, if that was even possible.
"Your fourteen year old sister is pregnant?"
"Well, she won't be when we leave here," Emma stated matter-of-factly.
"How long have you known this??" Sharpay gaped, still dumbstruck by the news.
"A week maybe? That's how long she begged me to bring her here," Emma told her and then shook her head in disapproval of her sister. "It's amazing how crappy the generations are getting these days."
"Yeah..." Sharpay agreed lightly, not bothering to point out that Jessie was still in their same generation, even if they were a little older. She still was not quite sure what to make of this news. She couldn't really judge, seeing as she was in pretty much the same position as Jessie. But the last time she'd seen the girl was when she was eleven. So what in the hell!?
"I mean, I saw two ten year olds making out behind the elementary school on the way here!"
"Jeez..."
"Or maybe they just looked really short from far away," Emma speculated, clearly speaking to herself by that point, but Sharpay muttered "maybe" for the heck of it anyway.
"Maybe they were dwarfs or something," Emma continued.
"Yeah... I guess that's a possibility?" Sharpay answered uncertainly.
"But still, the generations are getting shittier each day."
"Totally."
"Yup."
The two sat in silence after that, before something finally seemed to register in Emma's brain.
"Wait a- holy crap, Sharpay! Are you pregnant?!"
On other days Emma would probably be too afraid to demand such a question to Sharpay, but she couldn't help herself. Why was she here?
"No," Sharpay kept surprisingly calm as she delivered her fake explanation for being at the clinic herself. She glanced over at the woman behind the counter, who was still on the phone. "I'm... getting condoms."
"In the middle of a school day?....." Emma asked her in confusion, really not acting like her normal cowering-in-whipped-fear-of-the-other-girl self. Maybe it was all the stress with her sister that was making her act differently. Plus, Sharpay hadn't really spoken to her or Lea or Jackie lately, and she really wanted to know what was up. All of them did.
"It's like, not even eight thirty." Sharpay responded.
"You know what I mean."
"Well, I hate first period anyway," Sharpay said, though it was her favorite class. English was her favorite subject.
"So... who are the condoms for?" Emma asked curiously, not daring to ask if they were for her and Troy specifically. Something was seriously different about those two, and it had been that way ever since the guy's birthday, and she needed to get to the bottom of it- even if she couldn't ask Sharpay directly about him since she'd probably freak out on her more than she would if she kept the questions neutral/non-specific.
"Uh, me?" Sharpay replied in a "duh" tone.
"Yeah... but... y'know...who... else?" she asked slowly, holding her breath since that was a risky question, and she was well aware of that.
"No one," Sharpay denied simply instead of bitching at her to mind her own business. "They're for a chemistry experiment." It was truly amazing how easily these lame excuses came to her.
"What?" Emma asked, saying "what" in a way that meant she knew what had been said, it just didn't make any sense.
"Well, we were actually told to buy balloons to fill them up with some chemicals and they'll explode or grow really huge depending on the chemical or something," Sharpay explained, lying through her teeth. "But I figure, maybe I could just come here instead to get condoms for free to use instead of wasting a valuable dollar on a bag of balloons."
"Are you sure you won't get in trouble for that?" Emma inquired.
"I don't see why I would," Sharpay shrugged before hearing her cell phone buzzing in her purse again. She didn't bother to check it. It was probably Troy again.
"It's not very... appropriate? I don't know."
"The only reason my teacher would get pissed about it would be if he was perverted because then he wouldn't believe me that it's meant as something totally innocent, and then I could get him in trouble with the school for thinking inappropriately."
"Sharpay... sorry, but, what? I'm somehow doubting they're for a chemistry lab."
Sharpay shrugged carelessly. "Whatever."
"What are they really for? Sex?" because that was the obvious alternative.
"God damnit! Back off! You don't need to know what I do with my condom purchases!" Sharpay finally exploded.
It took Emma a minute to respond, before she finally gave in with a sigh and "okay, fine...." knowing now that Sharpay wasn't about to crack.
They waited side by side for a while, Emma- for her sister to come out, and Sharpay, for two things: the woman to get off the phone so she could... arrange something, and also waiting for Emma's sister to come out so those two could leave. She hoped the second one would come sooner, because she wouldn't have an excuse for Emma for just continuing to sit there if the lady got off the phone first.
"Well..... are you gonna get them then?"
"What?"
"Like you said, condoms are free here, so just go up there and grab them- see look? There's a small basket at the counter."
Sharpay quickly thought of another excuse. "Well it'll look weird if I just grab a handful instead of one or two. She'll think I'm a total hoe, I need to explain myself first and ask if it's okay if I can have at least... ten. For the chemistry experiment. So I have to wait for her phone call to end."
Emma tried not to scoff, thinking wow, you're still with that lame excuse? She muttered "oh" anyway.
They continued to wait there, neither of them saying nor doing a thing.
"So... how long do you think Jessie'll be in there?" Sharpay asked her after a while, trying to sound as casual as she could.
"Not sure. They said they'll come get me when she's all done, but- oh, there's the doctor now."
Sharpay looked over in the direction Emma was looking just as sure enough the abortion doctor was emerging from a back room. She looked directly over at Emma, gesturing back to the way she'd came from with her head for her to follow.
"I guess I'll see you at school then, Sharpay. Good luck with uh... chemistry," she said, standing up from her chair and following after the doctor. Sharpay could tell how nervous she looked. She was nervous herself, as a minute later the woman she was waiting on finally hung up the phone and she rushed over to her quickly before Emma came back out.
"Sorry for the wait," the worker apologized to her. "What can I do for you today?"
"Yes," Sharpay started, shamefully avoiding direct eye contact. "I was just um, wondering..." she lowered her voice, hardly even able to choke out the sentence. "How long the process of an... abortion takes?"
"It varies based on the method taken."
"Okay, um," her voice was shaky as she took a deep breath. "A-and how would I know... like, what method would be... best for me?"
The secretary looked up at her, taking notice to how jumpy the young girl seemed. But in all her years of working at the clinic, she'd seen that several times in her past, and the best she could do was deliver the facts and attempt to be sincere.
"Well, if you want, I can set you up with one of our counselors to help you discuss your options?" she offered. Sharpay shook her head quickly.
"No, I'm... not really sure I have much time today. I'm supposed to be at school right now... and my boyfriend keeps trying to reach me... but I just..." she knew she was just rambling now, and usually she was one to keep her composure, but she really just didn't know what to do. "I'd just like to know what would be my best option. And how long it would take to get it over with."
"It generally depends on how far along you are into the pregnancy, and how long it's been since your last menstrual period," the woman with short dark hair, who looked to be in her early forties or late thirties told her, knowing she couldn't really ask any personal questions. That was the doctor's job.
"Oh... well I'm only..." Sharpay paused, trying to trace the amount of days/weeks back it had been since Troy's birthday. "I'm um, about four and a half weeks... and my last cycle was... I think, a week before that..."
"There's a pill that can be taken at under seven weeks called Mifepristone. Or there is also surgical abortion or vacuum aspiration."
"How long would I have to take the pill for?" Sharpay wondered.
"Just once, and three of them. But it's not guaranteed that it will terminate the pregnancy, and if that's the case, you would have to take two Misoprostol tablets three days after the Mifeprostone is taken."
"Three days?" Sharpay shook her head. "N-no... I'd really like it to be a quick, one time, one day thing."
"It sounds to me that vacuum aspiration abortion would be your best option. The procedure itself takes about ten minutes. However, you would need to stay after for a few hours to recover."
Sharpay nodded slowly, twiddling her thumbs (which was strangely possible even with her cast) and still not bearing to look her in the eye. She couldn't believe she was actually doing this but at the same time she could. And she knew that if she didn't do it right now, she'd just chicken out later or Troy would talk her out of it. She would even wait until tomorrow when Emma or anyone else she knew wasn't around at all to not risk anything getting out, but she'd had enough of this. She couldn't take it for even another day.
"Do you think... is there any way I can be... fit in today?"
Before the worker could answer, Sharpay heard her name being called again by Emma who had just randomly came back out from the back with her sister.
"Hey Sharpay, you're still here?"
"Um... yeah," Sharpay answered to her, now avoiding looking at both her and the secretary.
Damn it, Emma. Why now?!
"Still getting the condom thing worked out?"
Sharpay swallowed, ignoring the confused look the woman helping her sent her way.
"Yes, Emma," she hissed angrily through gritted teeth. "And what are you doing back out here?"
"I'm gonna run home to grab my sister some magazines. They said she has to stay here a while," Emma explained, oblivious to her snappy tone.
"Oh."
After that, Sharpay just stood there, waiting for Emma to leave so she could go about her business with the worker. But when she realized she wasn't going anywhere, she had no choice but to look up right into the confused dark brown eyes of the secretary.
"Could I just take a few of these?" she asked her impatiently, reaching over to the basket of free condoms. The lady nodded uncertainly, wondering where their first conversation had just went, but not speaking a word. Sharpay muttered a defeated "thanks" before grabbing a handful and stuffing them into her purse before turning and storming out of the building, not bothering to wait to see if Emma was going to follow.
She heard her cell phone buzzing loudly in the purse again as she fretfully made her way to her car outside. She finally decided to take it out as she heard Emma's footsteps behind her.
"Hey, wait up! Are you okay?" her "friend" asked, scurrying after her like always. But Sharpay just ignored her and climbed into her car, jabbing her key into the ignition after slamming the door and speeding away after setting her phone down on the seat next to her. She picked it up again when she came to a red light on her way to school, seeing the three new messages from Troy.
well, i hope ur ok? are u at home?
That's what the first one said. And the second was, do u need me to ditch school and bring u anything?
She couldn't refrain from smiling slightly to herself in partial sad guilt at what she'd just almost done and partial adoration at how sweet he was, and she'd just been ignoring him this whole time.
i love you was the final text.
She looked up to see if the light had turned green. Luckily it hadn't, so she had enough time to type back a reply.
troy, i love you too. so much babe. i'll be there soon.
A/N: I know this chapter wasn't as long as they usually are, but I felt it was a good place for it to end. :)
I just have to say, researching abortions makes me feel all pregnant. Ha! to think if someone were to find that in the history.
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Omg I just remembered HSM3 came out a year ago yesterday. Jeez time passes so fast!
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