"A/N:Hey. Here is chapter two like I peomised. Now the next few chapters parobrably wont be writen this quickly or be this long. Anyways i have to give you a little back story. First Gabriella moved to Albecerque in sixth grade not eleventh. and she has a sister although she hasnt really been introduced yet. and a dad. anyways I hope you like it. THis chapter is in Gabriella's point of view. Oh an this is where the M part kicks in.

Disclamer: still do not own.

GPOV

We all have big changes in our lives that are more or less a second chance. ~Harrison Ford

I can tell you the exact moment Gabriella started to die. It was in that hospital bed on Christmas Eve. She was scared and exhausted. Gabriella wanted to go to sleep an never wake up. So I let here. I guess in some ways I am her. She is me. We are intertwined with each other. But Gabby is weak and doubtful. Always second guessing herself and I had to get out of here. Out of Albuquerque. Out of New Mexico. Out of the entire freaking western hemisphere. I didn't have time to play mommy and nobody understood that, no body even cared. My mother can hardly look at me. My father doesn't speak. And my so called friends….well they were Troy's friends first. It's understandable. I just got tired of standing still. I found that the faster I ran, the more I distracted myself, the less it hurt. One day (yesterday) I went to sleep Gabby and I woke up (today) Bree.

I may not be making much sense so let me start from the beginning.

If there was one word that could have describe me back then it would be perfect. I mean that in the most non conceded way. I was the perfect daughter. I kept my room clean, my grades were impeccable, and I loved my parents. I was the perfect friend. Dependable always there for whoever needed me. And to top it all off with a cherry I was the perfect girlfriend. Everyone knew it, and I took pride in my perfection. My life was great until we slipped up. I was bound for Stanford the next fall. I was going to get a degree in something great like maybe medicine or law? I couldn't give it all up, not for anything. I can remember so clearly the day it started.

Back at East High School our junior year Troy and I had almost every class together. I happened in fifth period right after lunch. There were only about twenty students in our computer class. The way the desks were set up there was two long lines of computers back to back and who was sitting across from me none other than the love of my life Troy Bolton. I can still picture the devilish grin on his face as he slid his foot up my leg and into the sleeve of my dress. And he didn't stop there. Needless to say after a few minutes in that class I was beginning to feel a little bit claustrophobic. My hand flew into the air.

"Uh…Mr. Jackson…." I said trying not to sound too eager. "Can I please have the…bathroom pass?" He agreed and I sprang from the class. As soon as I was through the door and into the hallway I threw myself against the wall to take a breath. Much to my surprise about a minute later Troy came out just as calm as he could be. I wasn't sure how he managed his escape and I didn't ask. He stood in front of me, so close that we shared body heat. He spontaneously pressed his lips to mine what started out gentle got rough, his hands running up my body. He broke our kiss to pull me by the arm. We were going somewhere more secluded.

The janitors closet stunk of ammonia. Troy scrunched his nose up in revulsion. That didn't stop him though, fore his hands continued to grope my body. His soft fingers grazed against my inner thigh as he lifted the sundress up which ignited a trail of fire. My cheeks were flushed and I was breathing heavily. Every gulp of air was Troy, every touch that made me shiver was Troy's. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

"Gabby..." he groaned softly as he kissed down my neck. I could feel his ...um-friend....against me and I smiled slightly. I pulled his face to mine and kissed him senseless. Troy's hands were tugging at my dress and I pushed them away. With one yank it was off and I threw it aside. "Gabby, your so beautiful." he whispered as his hands massaged my breasts through my bra. I moaned in response and nibbled on his ear as his soft fingers pried the bra off. That slipped to the floor. I looked down and blushed. "you have nothing to be embarrassed of love." I looked away and felt his hand cup my face. He lifted my face up and I stared into his sapphire eyes. "Gabriella Ann Montez, you are absolutely gorgeous. Don't think you aren't. Ever." he said sternly. I smiled and got on my tippy toes to kiss him. He met me half way and soon his hands found a spot to mold. I moaned into his mouth and he kissed me harder. My back was pressed against the wall and I was arching my back.

"T-r-o-y....." I moaned in pure bliss as his skillful hands moved to the waistband of my black girl boxers. He slid them down slowly as if asking for my permission and all I did was kiss him anxiously. I needed him. I wanted him. I was going to get him, now. (I feel that these were my first true moments as Bree slipping through the cracks.) He tossed his shirt over head and his skin burned as it pressed against my own. He buried his face into my neck, his mouth grazed my collar bone. I shivered.

He embraced me bringing his mouth back up to mine making patterns with the movement of our tongues. He cupped the area under my legs picking me up and placed me back down on top of a counter. I unbuttoned the fly of his blue jeans and his pants fell loosely down his legs. To be a hundred percent honest with you the next thing I remember is pain between my legs. I can say that my first time was a wonderful experience. It certainly was an experience but it was really much more awkward especially thinking about it after the fact. We were in a broom closet. In our school. Not the way I pictured it would be but I knew from the moment I met him that it would be with him and that made it wonderful.

It was four weeks later before I thought anything out of the ordinary was happening. My boobs really hurt (TMI I know.) and I felt tired all the time, and my moods were haywire. Still everyday I went to school with that same plastered smile glued on my face ignoring the obvious. My pretend ignorance was fooling no one they all knew something was up. It was about four weeks after that when I started to get sick and not just a little. I remember the first time…I was already home from school sitting on my bed doing my homework when my mom came up stairs and handed me the phone. She didn't have to tell me who it was I knew it was him but as soon as I heard his voice through the receiver I was hit with a wave of nausea. I continued to try my hardest to avoid that anything was wrong. I really didn't freak out until about twelve weeks when my period didn't come at all, for the second time the first month it came a little bit which made me think I was okay. Wrong. I spent the next week debating weather or not to take a test. After countless hours of arguing with myself and the early signs of body changes I finally decided to tell Troy. It had been exactly three months since our "encounter."

It was a Tuesday. I waited until the end of the day so that he wouldn't have a class to get to or something like that. He was standing at his locker with Chad. They were talking about the last game of the year which was held last night. Leave it to wildcats to end the season on the last week of school. He smiled as he noticed my approach.

"Hey babe."

"Hey." I'd perfected smiling through hard times.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"Nothing really I just wanted to talk to you." I said trying not to make it sound serious.

"Okay." he said closing his locker waiting for me to start talking. How was I supposed to spill my guts when his best friend was staring down my throat.

"Uh…alone." I said a little softer, but Chad got the hint.

"That's cool," he laughed. "Later dude." he said walking away.

"Okay what up?" Troy asked me as soon as Chad was out of sight. My face fell I couldn't hide it anymore. On the inside I was freaking out. All my hopes, all my dreams, my whole life's work at achieving perfection could be gone . I put my face in my hands but refused to cry. He put his hands on m shoulders "Gabby, What's wrong?" He asked. I looked up at him, I wanted to look in his eyes an feel his concern and I did. The only thing I ever felt from Troy was Love.

"I think…" I hesitated.

"What…What's the matter?"

I took a deep breath and found my nerve. "Troy…I think I'm…I mean…I may be…." My voice got really small and I looked down "Pregnant." I glanced up to see his blue eyes widen. That's when the tears started to flow. Like I said my mood swings were outrageous. He didn't move for a minute but then he pulled me into him and embraced me in a hug. I could be wrong but I thought I heard him whisper "everything will be okay." Yeah right. As I am sure you can tell everything did not turn out alright. He drove me two towns over so that we could be sure that no one would know us. He didn't say a word the entire drive. I just sat in the passenger seat arms crossed staring out the window. It took us about an hour before we pulled into a CVS parking lot. I had no idea where we were. Troy and I looked at each other I don't really know how I looked but his face was pale. He pulled out a twenty dollar bill and handed it to me. I took it but made no movement toward getting out of the car.

"Is that enough?" he asked. I shrugged and unbuttoned my seatbelt.

"I'll go in and take it and I'll be right back." I said. He just looked at me so I got out of the car. And made my way toward the entrance. The store wasn't busy. There was one cashier at the front flipping through a people magazine. I took my time walking down every isle. It was in the back. My heart began to race as I came upon several different brands. I had no idea which one to pick. I didn't want to be here shopping for well this thing that was going to determine what would happen next in my life, but I was out of options it was either this or go see a doctor and that wasn't an option. I closed my eyes and grabbed something. A pink box with a happy woman on the cover. I walked it back up to the front and slid it over to the cashier. She looked at the box and then looked at the worried expression my face and chuckled a little as she rung it up. And being the good girl that I was then ignored her and smiled as I handed her the bill. She put the box in a bag and handed it back to me along with my change.

"Um…you wouldn't happen to have a bathroom would you?" I asked her?

"Sure there's one in the back."

I thanked her. I didn't want to go through it alone so I went to the bathroom to pee on the stick but then took it back to the car to wait the three minutes.

"Well?" Troy asked.

"I handed him the box, and he read the back." I already knew what it said. It really wasn't that hard to figure out. A plus sign meant we were in a hell of a lot of trouble and a minus sign meant we could have a really good laugh. My phone timer went off. It startled me. The test was lying face down on my lap. Troy and I looked at each other. I held my breath and turned it over.

Okay I'm not stupid, I'm actually really really smart I just didn't think this would ever happen to me. I was the good girl and it was just one time. It was the stupidest and most amazing thing I've ever done but just once and it only lasted a few minutes. I didn't want him to see me cry again but I couldn't really hold it in.

"Oh god. This cant be happening." I sobbed. Even though as clear as day the was a solid blue plus sign staring up at me. Troy hit his head against the hard leather seat. I heard him mumble something under his breath. We sat in the parking lot for an hour in silence. Troy kept his hand firmly on the wheel. He was gripping it so tight that his knuckles were red. I don't even think he realized he was doing it. He didn't look mad. He just looked as scared and surprised as I was.

"Take me home." I told him. He didn't say anything he just put the car in drive and took off. He drove slower more carefully than he had on the way there so It took us an hour and a half to get back to my house. He pulled into my driveway.

I started to get out of the car. "Gabriella you know I love you. I would give you the world if I could. We will figure this out. We'll be fine." He told me. I can never deny that Troy is the sweetest man alive in the world.

"Don't worry. I love you too." I stopped and looked to my house. I could see my mother putting dinner out on the table waiting for me to come home. "Troy."

He looked at me .

"I don't want my family to know about this. I don't want anyone to know about this. I think I want an abortion." Troy's face fell. I looked down ashamed of the words that had escaped my mouth. I just couldn't think of any other way. "I'm sixteen Troy, I cant have a baby."

"You want to kill our baby?" he asked very monotone.

It hurt really bad to say "yes.". Troy was crushed. I think I broke his heart that night in his car. He stared straight ahead and gripped the wheel tightly again. I took this as my cue to step out of the car. "Bye Troy." I said quietly. As soon as I was out he pulled out of my drive way and sped off. I just stood there thinking how can I face my parents now.

School ended three says later I avoided Troy to the best of my ability. That Saturday I took the bus to a clinic downtown. A doctor saw me and confirmed what I already knew and calmly explained to me that I was fourteen weeks along and that it would be too late for an abortion. I cried. He tried to get me to call my parents but I refused instead left and on the bus ride back I called Troy. He didn't answer so instead of going home I went to his house. His father greeted me at the door.

"Hi coach." I said.

"Hello Gabriella." he said. He was never really fond of me but there was something about now something odd about the way he was looking me. Like he saw what I was hiding through my smile. Or maybe Troy told him of my plan.

"Is Troy here?"

"I think he's up stairs…" he looked at me again. "hold on." he walked over the stair case. "Troy." he called. I guessed that I was allowed to come in although I wasn't invited.

Troy came running down the stairs. "Yeah Dad." Jack Bolton pointed towards me and walked away. Troy and I locked eyes.

"Hey basket ball boy. Long time no see."

"Hey." he said. "What's up?"

"Can we talk?"

"About what?" he got cold. "I have nothing to say to you."

It hurt but I didn't let him see it. "Come on Troy, we need to talk."

He peered over the banister, to see if his dad was still around and then motioned for me to follow him up the stairs. He made sure to close the door behind me.

"What?"

"Did you mean what you said?" I asked.

"About what?"

"When you said "Gabriella I love you, and would buy you the world if I could. We'll figure it out. We'll be fine." ?" I imitated a manly voice.

"Yeah. Every word. Did you mean what you said about killing our baby."

I turned away from him. "I was going to do it today." I said.

"but…"

"But, it's to late. I'm too far along." I turned back around to see him staring at me blankly. "I know you hate me for thinking this way but I'm all out of idea's, I don't know what to do." I started to cry again, I don't even know why this time. Troy hated to see me cry he wrapped his beautiful athletic arms around me and just held me.

"Shhhh." he soothed. "It's okay." I pushed him away.

"That's easy for you to say. I can't have a baby. I can't get rid of it."

"Gabby, calm down." he was right. I didn't mean to get all worked up. I lifted my shirt to show him the bulge. "I can't hide this to much longer."

He looked at it with amazement. "Can I touch it?" he asked. I didn't know what to say.

"I…I guess." he put his hand on my stomach. It was a really awkward moment. He pulled away and I put my shirt down. " I think I have to tell my parents." I told him.

"Me too."

"Okay, We'll do it tonight. I'll call you later."

"You sure you don't want me to go with you?" he asked.

"Positive."

"Okay." he walked me to the door. "I love you Gabriella, and our baby. I'm happy you didn't …you know."

"Yeah I love you too," I kissed he cheek and walked away. I just didn't know how to tell him that I felt nothing for this child he loved.

I walked home. I had no idea how I was going to let "mom dad I'm pregnant" come out of mouth. So I will skip the boring details of my afternoon and go strait into the boom.

It was about six when I walked down stairs. My father was reading the paper and my mother was watching the news.

"I need to talk to you." I said making my presence known in the room. My mother glanced up and smiled.

"What up honey?" I took a deep breath knowing this would break her heart.

"Can we talk?"

"Sure."

"Daddy put down the paper." He did and my parents exchanged glances. My mother cut off the television.

"What's wrong princess?" he asked.

I of coarse broke down. "Please don't be mad at me. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen. I really sorry." I cried.

"Gabby, baby what are you taking about?" my mother said.

"I…I'm." this was even harder than telling Troy. "I'm pregnant." They were both silent. My father looked broken and my mother just looked at me until she burst into tears. "I'm so sorry." I whispered.

My mother just muttered "¿Cómo pudiste hacer esto a nosotros?"English translation"How could you do this to us?" That was the only thing she said to me for about three days. Well that and "Gabriella go to your room." When my father finally freaked and began to yell things like "I'm gonna kill that punk." and she had to calm him down.

I did as I was told and quickly called Troy. I got his voice mail and left a message. "Hey, I told them. don't call me back not until I call you again. My dad is really mad. I'll talk to you later. Bye." Was basically it.

My mom finally came to me and I told her everything. I cried and she cried and she was horrified that I'd tried to get an abortion which I knew she would be. She pulled out her phone and called Laura Bolton. They had a nice long chat and no it wasn't pleasant. She made me a doctors appointment. He told me everything the doctor at the clinic had. That I really should have seen a doctor sooner…blah blah blah. Then he did an ultra sound. Please imagine with me now the looks of shock and horror on the faces of me, my mom, Troy, and his mom as the doctor said something along the lines of "I think that's two heart beats." As if I wasn't in deep enough shit.

Two weeks later the six of us had a sit down. Jack, Laura, and Troy Bolton; and Richard, Maria, and Gabriella (me) Montez. We discussed options. I wanted nothing to do with parenthood and opted for a closed adoption. It was me against the world. Troy didn't want his child…children being raised by strangers. My mother and his mother agreed they thought we should get married and raise a family and see how things work out. Our fathers said nothing. I told them sternly I was out. I was going to finish high school and go college and Europe and I was going to do whatever else I had planned to do before this happened. I wasn't trying to be selfish I just already knew that I wasn't what would be best as anyone's mom. Troy strongly disagreed. So our new arrangement was that Troy could have them, and I would be free to live my life. I hated it. This meant the end of us because we couldn't have I both ways. So I stopped talking to him I let my mom handle it. He would come to my doctors appointments and we wouldn't speak, or touch, or even look at each other. I spent my seventeenth birthday bent over my toilet all day. And I started my senior year at east high almost six months pregnant with twins. I looked like a good year blimp. So I begged my mother to home school me until this was over. She agreed. Soon after that I went on bed rest. I can tell you personally I was miserable. But surely enough December came. My doctor said both babies were in the right position to be delivered "the old fashion way." and all I had to do now was wait. Surprise I woke up on Christmas Eve to sharp back pain but it scared me so I didn't tell anyone until after my water broke later in the evening. For some reason my mom thought it would be a good idea to have Troy there, I missed so much so I let him stay. I use this next sentence with great feeling. Labor was hell. That's all I'm going say about it. I gave birth to a little girl at 12:07 and another little girl at 12:20. They asked me if I wanted to hold them: no. I slept a lot for the next two days and when I wasn't asleep I pretended until they me go.

My mom left me to go get pick up breakfast and I was supposed to get ready to leave and meet her outside. I hate to say it but my curiosity got the better of me and I found myself at the nursery. They were being released today too. I remembered their names from when I signed the birth certificates. Alyssa Lyn Bolton and Adrianna Lee Bolton. I couldn't deny the emptiness I felt not having them inside of me anymore. There was a very large glass window and through it you could see several little swaddled babies. I don't know how but I recognized mine immediately. They were perfect. I don't know it was like I'd spent the last six months trying to pretend I didn't love them when now all I had to do was look at them and they had my heart. Alyssa opened her eyes and yawned, she had her fathers blue eyes which meant that her sister did too. My nurse Daisy came to the door.

"I was hoping you would come." she said. I nodded. "You want a closer look?" I thought about it and realized I wanted that more than anything else in the world.

"yes please." she let me in the nursery and told me to wash my hands. Then she showed me to a rocking chair and I sat down. My heart raced. She brought over to me a little pink bundle and placed her in my arms.

"Meet your mama little one." she said. Looking at her I couldn't help but smile.

"hi." I said unsure of what one says to a newborn. "I just want you to know that none of this is your fault and I'm really sorry." the way she looked at me made me feel forgiven. As I handed her back to the nurse my other daughter started crying. Daisy put the one down and picked up the other one. She continued to cry.

"Here you try." she said and handed me baby number two.

"Its okay little one." I said and within moments of hearing my voice she settled. "I wont be gone forever," I promised. I had to go. So I gave her back and walked out of the hospital.

I knew now that I loved them but I still wasn't ready to be a mom.

I went back to east high for second semester. It didn't seem fair. Troy missed out on everything while I had a blast. I had already broken away from my old friends and made new ones. I got to go to prom with a guy I'd known for two weeks. I got to go to games, and events, and sleep in when I wanted. It really just didn't seem fair. I saw Troy for the last time at graduation. Some how I still made valedictorian which was a surprise. I after it was over we were standing on two different sides of the field and our eyes locked. He smiled at me and I returned it, he looked tired but happy.

It was I picture I would never forget.

My parents chose to see the twins on a regular basis. I however did not. Troy said I could come back at any time and he wouldn't stop me. I never got the chance to thank him although I doubt it will ever happen.

And that's it. That's the whole story. From when this whole ordeal went down to last Saturday at graduation. I leave for Paris in a few hours but there is just one last stop I have to make before Gabby can let go completely. I woke up early this morning and climbed out of bed. Made sure all my packing was done and showered. I told my parents I loved them and I would miss them terribly. Then I got in the cab and rode just two blocks. The last time I was at this house I was freaking out about telling my parents. It was about 7 am so I guessed they would be up. I knocked twice. Mrs. Bolton answered the door.

"Gabriella." she said surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm leaving in a couple of hours and I wanted to say goodbye."

"Oh well Troy has already left for work." she started. "Did you uh…want to see the babies?"

I smiled. "Yes ma'am."

She paused as if thinking about it and then let me in. They had grown so much in five months. Both of them were laying on their stomachs on a blanket in the middle of the living room floor. I put my purse down and got on the floor with them.

"Hey little one." I said picking one up. She had Alyssa sewed into her onesy. "do you remember me?" she smiled. "that's good because I remember you." I laid her down on her back and laid her sister beside her. Then I kissed both of their foreheads. "I don't know when I'm going to see again but I know your daddy is going to take good care of you. He's going to make you laugh all the time. And I just know that you'll grow up to be big and strong and beautiful both of you." they laughed at me. I wanted to stay longer but I had a plane to catch. As I left Laura Bolton hugged me.

She said "you take care of yourself. They'll be fine." but I already know they will be. So I climb back in the cab and it takes me to the airport and I get on a plane and it takes me to a new place. And this is how I start my new life as Bree Ann Montez. This is my second chance.

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