Hey, thanks for the reviews! Jerry and Chelsea don't play a huge part in the story, but they play a fairly main part. Just clearing things up for some people. Here's chapter 7!
A week or so later:
Gabriella woke up to a sunny room. She couldn't open her eyes. She squinted at the brightness and never wanted to get out of bed. She slowly opened her eyes. Her head started to hurt and she hated this feeling.
'Uuggghhh, a headache!' She thought.
She groaned and slowly came out of bed, feeling dizzy. She ignored it and held her self up on the bed. Troy wasn't there. He either had to go to work early or he was just in the living room. She pulled on some jeans, a shirt, and a tan blazer. She didn't want to go to school, but whatever this was, it would pass. When she came out of their room, Troy wasn't there.
"Troy?"
There was no answer, so she ate a quick breakfast, took some Tylenol, and headed out.
With Troy:
Troy sat at his desk, doing nothing. He knew he should be filing papers, but just couldn't keep his mind off the wedding. Would everything go as planned? What would happen if the cake fell or something? He tried not to think of everything that could go wrong, but think of all the things that will go right.
"Bolton!"
Troy turned around to face his boss, waking him up from a daze. "Yeah?"
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing," Troy said, hoping he wouldn't get in trouble.
"Exactly. Now get to work!" He said. "I don't pay you to done nothing..." he muttered as he walked away.
Troy did all his paperwork, and then decided to go on a lunch break. When he got to the cafe', he ordered a sandwich and called Gabriella.
The answering machine picked up. "Hey, you've reached Gabriella's cell phone. Leave a message and I'll get back to you soon! Thanks!" Then the beep.
"Hey babe it's me. I'm on a lunch break. I don't expect you to pick up since, you're working and all but, just thought I'd give you a call. All right, love you. Bye," Troy hung up and began thinking.
'Does she even want to get married?' He thought. 'Yes, she was so happy when I bought her that ring.'
"Troy!" A voice called.
He turned to where he heard the voice and saw Sharpay, Zeke, and Ariella.
He waved and gestured for them to come over. They sat down, with Ariella on Sharpay's lap. "Hi."
"Hey, how've you guys been?" Troy asked.
"Good. Ariella just said 'daddy' a couple days ago," Zeke said, proudly.
Sharpay jerked him. "Yeah. We're good. How about you and Gabi?"
"We're okay. Just stressing about the wedding and everything."
"You know, it's a really hard task. You have the arrangements and everything. We all went through it," Sharpay smiled.
Troy nodded.
"Yeah, and don't think it's weird if Gabriella's been acting out and stressing. Sharpay went through the same thing," Zeke laughed.
"Shut up," she pushed him as she laughed as well.
"Ooohhh, mommy said bad word," Ariella looked at her.
"Woops," Sharpay covered her mouth with one hand. "Bad mommy. Do you forgive me?"
Ariella nodded and giggled.
"Good," she kissed her on the cheek.
"So, what are you guys doing here?" Troy asked them.
"Came for lunch and ran into you." Zeke said. "You?"
"Lunch break."
When Troy went back to his office, his boss let him off early since he was done with all his work. He went home and watched television. About a half n hour later, Gabriella walked through the door. She looked tired and put her purse on the counter. He walked up and kissed her on the cheek. "How was your day?"
"Awful," she lay on the couch.
"What happened?"
"My head still hurt. I took Tylenol and it never went away."
"I'm sorry," he sat beside her and gave her a hug. "I really missed you today."
"Oh, I missed you too," she said in a tired voice.
"I ran into Sharpay and Zeke today."
"Really?"
"Yeah. They're doing good," Troy said.
"That's nice. I wish I was," she turned over, facing the couch.
"Do you want some rest?"
She nodded, faintly. Troy checked his mail and got a lot of RSVP's from people saying they could come. Only a few couldn't. He got an e-mail from the decoration company they ordered from the second time and they could do it. At least one thing turned out right. When it was time for bed, Troy picked up Gabriella and put her in the bed, and then he soon fell asleep after.
The next morning, Gabriella woke up to another headache. She slowly turned over and saw Troy sleeping next to her, which was unusual. He opened his eyes to hers.
"Hey," he said groggily.
"Hi," she moaned.
"What's wrong?"
"My head!" She yelled. "It still hurts."
"I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do?"
"No, but thanks for offering. You're so sweet. I love you," she smiled. "I'm just so sorry I've been overreacting and stressing, when everything is going to turn out fine."
"I forgive you. I mean, I understand how you feel."
"Thanks," she got up to get ready for work, but then quickly sat back down on the bed.
"What?"
"Nothing. I just...I just feel nauseous." She said, feeling her head.
"You should stay home from work today," Troy rubbed her back.
"No, I can't. I have to go," she got up again but then quickly sat back down.
"No, stay home. You don't feel well. It's just one sick day."
"Ah, fine," she leaned back.
"Do you want me to stay home with you?" Troy asked.
She shook her head. "No. You go to work. I can take care of myself."
"Are you sure? You don't look so well," Troy felt her forehead.
"My head and my stomach are the only things hurting. You're overreacting this time," she laughed.
"Yeah, your right. Well, I have to go. I love you. Wait, I still have time to make you breakfast," he looked at the clock.
"Whatever. You don't have to."
"Well, I'm not letting you get up," he left to go make her something.
While he was gone, Gabriella felt so lucky to have him. He was so sweet and kind to her. He made her feel special, like she was the only thing that mattered to him.
He came back with a bowl of cereal and toast. He still made her feel special, even if it was a bowl of cereal and toast!
"Thank you," she said.
"No problem," he leaned down and gave her a quick peck. "I've got to get going now. I'll check in, okay?"
"Yeah, but I'll be fine."
"Alright, I love you. Bye," he waved.
"Bye. I love you too."
He left the room. Then she heard the front door close. When she finished breakfast, she set it aside. She called the school to tell them she would be out, before they had to track her down. After that, she quickly fell asleep.
She woke up to her stomach growling.
"I hate being sick," she muttered to herself. She decided to go to the bathroom, you know, just in case. She hovered over the toilet, waiting. Nothing. She went back in bed and fell asleep again.
This time, she woke up again. She looked at the clock and it was only 1:45. Her head barely hurt. There was still a slight headache, but her stomach stopped hurting. She got up to get a snack. When she stood up, there was a wave of nausea but it soon passed. She was really in the mood for cheese and crackers, but they were all out.
'Nothing is going right today,' she thought. Gabriella decided that since she felt okay, that she would go to the drugstore for some snacks. She changed into something a little more to go out in kind of outfit and grabbed her purse and keys.
When she got there, she grabbed her snacks and decided to stack up on Tylenol. Just incase it comes back again. On her way to the medication, she stopped at the aisle with pregnancy tests. She almost thought that the reason she felt this way was because she might be pregnant. She thought about buying some, but decided not to. She passed them and grabbed her medication. On the way to the check out, she passed the tests again and she couldn't help but wonder if she was. She grabbed one then moved on.
'Wait, one won't be enough,' she thought, so she went back and got another one. Pretty soon, she had three of them. She shyly moved her cart along the aisles to the check out.
"Gabriella?"
'Uh oh. Somebody caught me,' she thought. She turned around to face Jerry.
"Uh, hi."
"Why aren't you at school?" He asked.
She kept pushing her cart. "Don't feel well."
"Oh. What a coincidence seeing you here, huh?" He smiled.
She forced a fake smile. "Just so hard to believe."
"Listen, Gabi, let's go out sometime. It doesn't have to be a date, although, if you want it a date, I mean that could wor-"
"Jerry, number one, I said I don't feel well, and number two, I'm just not interested in you." She kept moving along.
"But, come on. Just give me a chance!"
"No. I have a fiancé' anyway," she said.
"Yeah right. You're probably just saying that to get away from me," Jerry kept following her.
She stopped and faced him. "When are you going to take a hint? I don't like you! As a matter of fact, I hate you! Can't you see my head hurts and you just won't lay off! You're like a leech or something, following me around all the time. Just leave me alone!" She pushed her cart faster than before, leaving him in aisle 3. She checked out then rushed home.
When she got home, she plopped on the couch. She felt kind of bad for saying all those things, but he deserved it. She didn't want it to have to come to this, but he needed to get his head on strait. Her headache started rushing back. She looked through the bag for the Tylenol, and then spotted the pregnancy tests. She forgot she bought them. She slowly pulled each one out of the bag and looked at the directions.
When she was done, she put all three aside and waited. She decided that she deserved some cheese and crackers after that big stick-up she did. She took two pills and lay on the couch. It was 2:58. Troy still wouldn't be home for another while, unless he got off early. She soon dozed off into a nap, but was soon woken up from the buzzer. She rubbed her eyes and crept into the bathroom. She turned the first one over, scared of what it might say.
Positive. Gabriella gasped and sat down to catch her breath.
'What if I am pregnant?' Gabriella thought. 'What would Troy think?'
She decided to look at all three before she jumped to ideas. Two more. She lowly flipped the second one over. Her eyes were closed. She opened her eyes.
Positive. She put a hand to her mouth and started worrying. One more. She flipped it over to reveal... Positive.
Gabriella couldn't believe what she was seeing. She looked at all three at the same time and they all said the same thing. Her heat started to beat faster.
"Calm down, Gabriella. It's okay," she sat down and gathered all her thoughts. It's not that bad. She wasn't mad or sad. The only thing she worried about was what Troy would think. Before she could think anymore, Troy walked in.
"Hey, how was your day?" He asked, smiling.
She gulped. "Fine."
"Are you okay? What are you doing up? You should be in bed."
"No, I feel okay. I actually ran an errand earlier to get some snacks."
"Gabi..."
"Geeze, stop worrying. I'm here, aren't I?" She laughed softly.
"Yeah, I guess. You're right, now I'm overreacting about nothing," he kissed her on the lips. They deepened it, until she broke it.
"Troy, we need to talk."
"Okay."
"Well... uh..." She just couldn't find the right words to say.
"Gabi, it's okay. It's just me. Nobody else. You can tell me anything."
She nodded. "Alright, I'm... uh... I'm... pregnant."
Wow! Big shocker, there! lol. Please review!
