A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! We appreciate them. I know you all hate the name, Warren. But that's because we wanted to pick an ugly name for her boyfriend. Well, here's chapter 7!

That same night, Troy and Gabriella went out for dinner by the dock. It was a seafood restaurant. Gabriella wore a short black dress and Troy wore a dress shirt and some dark jeans. He couldn't believe his eyes. Gabriella was so beautiful, but he needed to stop thinking that way. She has a boyfriend. Then why was she staying with him?

"For two?" The Hostess asked.

"Yep," he said as they walked over to a table. After they got their food, they talked.

"Do you remember when we did the school musical?" He asked.

"Yeah, that was so much fun. Those were probably the best years of my life," she sighed, remembering when she used to go out with him. 'This is the perfect time to tell him about Luke,' she thought. 'Tell him!'

"I think I'm going to get the check," he said, after they were done.

"Okay," she muttered. 'Tell him now!'

"Troy…" She said.

"Yeah?"

"I need to tell you something important," she began to say softly.

"What?" He asked, just as the check came. "Oh, thank you," he said to the waiter. When they got up, they went in his car.

"What did you want to tell me?" He asked.

"Um… never mind," she regretted even saying that.

When they got home, Gabriella sat on the couch, twirling her hair, and worrying about her situation. Now, she got herself into a big mess. He would probably be really mad at her for not telling him for three years, but she could have told him in the past three days. This was her third night and it was almost over. Gabriella couldn't deny that she had feelings for him still. He sat down beside her, causing her thinking to go down the drain.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi," she muttered.

"So, did you have a good time tonight?"

"Yeah, it was great. The food was amazing," she smiled.

"Good. We should do it again sometime."

"Yeah, definitely." She paused, thinking of something to say. "So… have you ever thought about moving back to Albuquerque?" She asked.

"Uh… I don't know. I guess I've thought about it before, but not much."

She nodded. She looked in his eyes and noticed that he was lost in hers. She started to lean in, knowing what was happening. They were about an inch apart before Gabriella felt too guilty about it. She quickly pulled away and stood up.

"Um… I… uh better get going to bed," she said.

"Okay," he muttered, looking down, and feeling embarrassed.

She left and went into her room, feeling even more guilty. She slipped on a tank top and a pair of pajama pants. She sat on her bed, reading her book. An hour passed and it was eleven-thirty. She turned off her light and lay in bed, trying to fall asleep. She felt really bad about Troy, so she slowly got up and walked across the dark hall to his bedroom door. She brought her hand up to the wood and knocked, softly. There was a pause and then Troy answered the door. Gabriella couldn't wait any longer. She put her am around his neck and leaned in. Her lips met his and he deepened it. He grabbed her waist and leaned against the wall, giving in. Gabriella felt so right, here with Troy.

The next day, Gabriella woke up in his bed… but still in her clothes. Troy wasn't there, so she got up and walked into the kitchen. He was sitting on the couch. She sat next to him and smiled. He looked down at her and smiled too.

"Hi," she said.

"Morning."

"So…" she didn't know what to say. "Last night was… nice."

"Yeah… it was."

"We didn't…?"

"No, no, no," he answered, quickly. "We just, um… kinda kissed a lot and I guess fell asleep on my bed."

"Okay, good. Um… I… do need to tell you something, though," she looked down.

"What? If it's about your boyfriend, I mean I understand. I know what we did was wrong, but Gabriella it just felt-"

"No; it's not about that," she said, remembering kissing him.

"Then what?"

"Well, you see, I… um… have-" Just then, her cell phone rang. She got up and answered it. "Hello?"

"Hey Gabriella," her mom said.

"Hi mom, how are you?"

"Good, and so is Luke. How are you doing?"

Gabriella left the living room and went into her bedroom, "I'm good. Um… I need to tell you something."

"Okay, sweetie. What is it?" Her mom asked.

"I'm not really staying at a hotel."

"What? Why? Where are you staying then?"

"Well, you see when I got to the hotel, they didn't have me on their list, so… I'm staying at Troy's house."

"When did you run into him?"

"He was on the same flight as me," she said, hoping her mom wouldn't ask too many questions.

"Did you tell him?"

"…"

"Gabriella!"

"I'm so sorry, but I'm really scared."

"He has a right to know. You've been going on long enough. Gabriella, it's his child too!"

"I know," she sighed and could feel a headache coming on. "It's just, how am I supposed to?"

"I'm not sure. You need to figure this out yourself, but how long have you been staying there?"

"Um… the whole time," she muttered.

"The whole time? Are you going to go to a hotel? Gabriella, please tell me you didn't do anything with him."
"Mom, I didn't like do… it, but I mean…"

"Gabi!"

"I couldn't help it! I held myself… up until last night. Mom, I'm sorry, but he's just so nice and great."

"What about Warren?" Her mom asked.

"Ugh, I didn't think about that."

"Gabriella, do you know what you've gotten yourself into?"
"…yes," she said. She knew she got into a big mess, but her mom wasn't making her feel any better about the situation. "You know, I was just about to tell him, but then you called, so you pretty much ruined the moment."

"Well, I'll let you go tell him. Call me back, immediately."

"Okay," she sighed and hung up. Gabriella had no clue what to do…

A/N: Thanks for reading! Were you glad they kissed? Should she tell him? Okay, we all know that you want her to. Maybe next chapter… Please review!