Troy woke up with a smile on his face. He loved the feeling and thought of being able to wake up next to Gabriella for the rest of their lives. The wedding was fun, but last night was the best part of his day.

He got out of bed and looked at the alarm clock.

"Where you going husband?" Gabriella asked as she turned around with a smile on her face.

"Well, Mrs. Bolton, Even though I don't want to I have to go to school." He pouted. "But maybe it will go by fast and you might not even notice that I'm gone."

Gabriella got out of bed. "Well, I guess you should take a shower than." She said intertwining her fingers with his.

"Yeah." Troy said. He didn't notice what she was hinting.

She put her lips near his ears. "Want some company?" She asked in a seductive voice. She already knew what the answer was going to be, but she just had to ask.

Troy smiled and blushed a little bit. He felt dumb for not noticing her hints earlier. "Actually, I have enough time to take a bath." He said scooping his wife into his arms.

Gabriella giggled. "Don't let my big belly get in the way." She said sarcastically.

"Don't worry I think I can handle you two." He said pushing open the bathroom door.

School:

Troy walked into school with a smile on his face. He ignored all the whispers (which he had been doing ever since Sharpay told everybody that Gabriella was pregnant.)

As he was walking he couldn't help but hope that the day would go by fast so he could get home to his wife. His head was so focused on Gabriella until he passed by his former friends locker.

He stood there in silence. Taylor's locker had a picture frame with her picture in front of it. It also had cards, candy, candles, and a bunch of flowers.

It was funny Troy never really did grieve over loosing Taylor. He tried to be so strong for Gabriella that he pushed his feelings away. He felt a tear run down his cheek and he quickly whipped it away. There was no way he was going to cry over anything. He had to be strong for Gabriella.

He walked away when he started to feel emotional. He wasn't ready to show those feelings, yet. He went over to his locker and threw his book bag in there.

"Hey." He heard a small voice say behind him.

He turned around when he knew that he didn't recognize it. "Sharpay?" He asked frightened at her appearance. It looked like she had been crying.

"Yeah, it's me." She said. She was trying to make it look like she hadn't been crying, but it didn't work.

"What's the matter?" He asked. He couldn't believe that he actually cared about how she was feeling.

"Ever since I found out that Taylor died I haven't been able to stop crying. I mean you remember how back in elementary school it used to be you, me, Taylor, and Ryan." She said with a smile.

"I remember." He said smiling as well. Believe it or not Sharpay used to be a civil when she was little. Than when she began 7th grade she changed. I guess they all kind of changed.

"Anyway, this isn't about me." She said nodding her head no. "I was just wondering how you were dealing?" Sharpay asked.

"Fine." He said trying to hide his true feelings.

"Troy, I know that I haven't been the same since 7th grade, but I know what you are going through. I mean I know what you must be feeling. Back in 7th grade Taylor became the smart know-it-all. I became the evil bitch that nobody wanted to mess with. And you became the jock. We all split up and now we lost one of our good friends."

"Sharpay, I'm fine with it." He lied. "People die it's a way of life." He said pretending like he didn't care.

"Look, if you need anybody to talk to I'm here." She said with a reliable smile. Then she walked away.

Troy closed his locker. A part of him was telling him that he was nuts. Sharpay was nothing more than an evil girl who would stop at nothing to get what she wants. Than another part of him saw the old Sharpay. The Sharpay he knew back in kindergarten through sixth grade. The Sharpay he used to hang out with and consider one of his good friends.

Bolton Apartment:

Gabriella began to clean. She started to sing a tune in her head. She couldn't believe that yesterday she actually went through with it, and now she was Gabriella Bolton.

So much bad had happened in her life, and now something good has happened. She is married to one of the sweetest, athletic, and handsome guy in the world. They were expecting a baby in about four months, and she couldn't be anymore happier.

Just than there was a ring on the phone. When she picked it up there was a bill collector telling her how far in debt they were for their electricity. She hung up when the company said they owed five thousand dollars.

Then there was a knock on the door. When she opened it there was Tarsha.

"Hey" Gabriella said with a smile.

"Hi, is my nephew here?" She asked returning the smile to Gabriella.

"No, but you can talk to me." She said placing a hand on her over-sized stomach.

"I don't want to upset you in your condition." She said staring at her stomach.

"What is it?" Gabriella asked. Her expression had turned from happy to worried in a quick second.

"It's nothing really. It's just that the rent is late. I need that money for the bills, and I really took a risk on you two." She said in a professional way. She was no longer an aunt. She was now a landlord.

"I understand, and we will pay you."

"I can give you two about a month. If I don't get paid by then, than I'm going to have to kick you guys out." She said a little saddened.

Gabriella's heart dropped. First the electricity people were threatening to cut her off, and now she was talking about kicking her out. There was no way in the world that she would be living on the streets with a baby.

"I have to go to work." She said looking at her watch. "Thanks to you two I now have to work over time." She began to walk away. "Oh" She said turning around before she went down the steps. "Consider that your two weeks notice."

Gabriella closed the door. She had to do something. They hadn't even bought anything for the baby, yet and that was going to cost money as well. The baby began to kick. "It's alright." She said rubbing her stomach. "Mommy is going to make sure her little girl gets whatever she needs."

3 hours later:

Gabriella was circling jobs that she could possibly get even though she was pregnant. She needed money and that was the only way that was taught to her.

She heard a small knock on the door while she was looking. She got up off the couch which took her a while. "If it's somebody else looking for money, please just go away." She begged. Bill collectors had been calling non-stop.

When she opened the door she was shocked to see Ms. Woodsberry standing there with a box in her hand. She looked tired, her eyes were puffy, and she had no make-up on.

"What are you doing here?" She asked a little worried.

"Mr. McKessie and I had a court hearing today on who should get Taylors things. We split half and half. When I was going through her things afterward her I found somethings that belong to you." She said giving her the box.

She looked inside the box and tried so hard not to smile. "Thank you, for giving this to me. You have no idea how much I needed this."

"Yeah, well my daughter wanted you to have it. So I think that you should have it." She said sadly.

"Do you want to come in?" Gabriella asked as she put the box down.

"Sure, why not. It would keep me from going home and crying in Taylor's room all day." She said laughing at what she had just said. She never realized how stupid it sounded until she said it out loud.

Gabriella smiled. She didn't get the funny part, but she smiled anyway. "Let me just put this in the room." She said walking over toward her room.

"Alright." Ms. Woodsberry said brushing off the couch before she sat in it.

Gabriella quickly put the box on the bed and looked inside. There were baby outfits, shoes, pacifiers, blankets, and even jackets for when it gets cold. Then underneath all of that she there was a letter. It read:

Dear Baby,

I want to give you this money for good purpose. I want you to grow and become successful. I will give your mother this money for college. It was originally supposed to be mine, but I got a scholarship to Yale. My first choice was Harvard, but they denied me. The way that I'm feeling right now I don't think that I'm going to be around for long. I've been feeling so depressed since my parents split up, Harvard denied me, and since I feel like I'm all alone. The only three people that I really have are your mom, my brother, and my boyfriend Chad. Anyway I love the thought of having you as a god child, and when your old enough to read this letter I hope you know that I love you.

Love,

God mommy Taylor

After she reads the letter a tear ran down her cheek. She recomposed her self and than looked inside of the envelope. There inside as she promised was money. Not just like a hundred dollars, but there was about ninety grand.

"Wife I'm home." Gabriella heard a voice call from the living room. Gabriella quickly put the money and letter back into the envelope.

"Coming!" She screamed from the bedroom.

Troy stood and stared at the woman that used to be like a second mother to him. "Ms. Woodsberry?" He said in shock.

"Troy, wow I haven't seen you since you were little." She said going over to him and hugging him.

"Yeah, it has been a while." He said with a fake smile. Just than something in his heart started to feel heavy. He felt his throat get a lump.

"Troy?" Gabriella said walking into the living room. "Are you alright it looks like you are about to cry?" She said concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just haven't seen Ms. Woodsberry in a while." He said with another fake smile.

"You just saw her about a month ago when we found out the baby was yours." She said joking.

"Yeah, but like seven years ago him, Sharpay, and Ryan used to always hang out with Taylor. They used to come in and eat cookies and tell me about their days. Then all of a sudden they stopped coming?" Ms. Woodsberry questioned.

"Really?" Gabriella asked surprised. "I would have never thought." Gabriella said kind of laughing. "I mean when I came to East High they all acted like they didn't like each other, and Taylor used to call you a brainless jock."

"Yeah, well I guess we all changed and went our separate ways." Troy said looking down at his feet. "But I'll be right back I have to go call a friend." He said walking into the bedroom.

He went over to the telephone and dialed a number.

"Hello?" A friendly voice answered.

"Shar

pay?, I think that I'm ready to talk about it." He said a little chocked.

"What about Gabriella?" Sharpay asked happy that he chose her over Gabriella.

"She doesn't understand." Troy said feeling guilty. "I think that you and Ryan are the only two that do."

"Ryan, is pretending like it didn't happen. So when do you want to talk?"

"Tomorrow at five?"

"Where?"

"How about at your place?"

"I'll pick you up at your job at five?"

"Alright, bye." He hung up quickly when he heard Gabriella turn the knob.

"What's going on?" She asked worried and suspiciously she asked "Who was that on the phone?"

"Nothing and nobody. You wouldn't understand." He said getting off of the bed.

Gabriella went up to him and looked him in the eye. "Troy I am your wife. I am not your girlfriend anymore. Whatever it is you can tell me." She said looking up at him.

"Don't worry about it wife." He said with a smile. He kissed her on the lips softly.

Gabriella welcomely embraced the kiss, but part of her felt like he was just avoiding what was really going on.

End Of Chapter