This is the continuation to the one-shot Love Square. This chapter is in Troy's POV.
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I want to kill him.
Who do I want to kill? Chad Danforth. The son of a bitch still has Taylors' heart even after what he did to her. I've tried so many times to convince her to let him go, but no matter how much she tries to tell me she has, I know that she hasn't. Sometimes I wonder if she ever will. I pray that she does let him go, because if she does then that leaves a space for me to earn her heart. She has mine, so I feel it's only fair that I have hers too. She doesn't see it that way, though. Every time I tell her I love her, she flinches or suddenly goes quiet, but she's just gonna have to deal with it because I already explained to her that I'm not going to stop expressing how I feel about her. It's been 2 months since the incident, just to let you guys know. Most things went back to normal. I went back to hating Chad; Gabi went back to asking me out 24/7 and Chad went back to being the lame asshole that he is. Taylor tried to go back to normal, act as if nothing happened, but none of us bought it.
"Eat up, Tay."
"I'm not hungry." She whispered, turning her head away from the steaming bowl of soup which sat on the tray I was holding.
"Tay, you're sick, your mother's worried about you, so am I. So for me... and your mother, eat the soup, please." I pleaded, nudging the tray towards her. She rolled her eyes at me and fully turned to her side, pulling the covers closer to herself as if she was cold.
"Troy, I told you, I'm not hungry. I just want to rest." I rolled my eyes at her defiance and walked towards her computer desk, setting the tray down there. When I returned to her side, I removed my shoes and jacket and slipped in beside her. "Troy..." she warned.
"What? I'm just lying with you. You looked cold." I wrapped an arm around her and held her tightly. "Nothing wrong with me just lying with you, right?" I heard her sigh.
"No there isn't. Just stay quiet and don't move too much." I felt her snuggle closer to me and it made me smile. "Goodnight, Troy." I raised an eye brow at that.
"It's only 7am, Tay." She lazily reached behind herself to blindly place a finger on my lips.
"Shh, stay quiet remember." I chuckled and got comfortable in her bed. I absentmindedly stroked her hair, knowing it would help her get back to sleep quicker. As soon as I heard her breathing even out, I allowed my own eyes to drift closed. I was tired. It was a Saturday and I'd left my house early just to see whether Tay was alright so I deserved some shut eye.
I was awoken by the sound of retching coming from the bathroom across from Taylor's room. I instantly knew it was Tay. She'd been doing that quite a lot recently. Silently, I got up from her bed, made my way into the bathroom and gently took her hair into my hand, the other hand rubbing her back soothingly. After one last heave, she leaned to her side, which made her end up lying against my legs. I reached out and flushed the toilet for her, then I let go of her hair so I could go and retrieve her flannel to wipe her face with. "Taylor-."
"I'm fine, Troy." She took the flannel out of my hands and stood, warily ambling to the mirror to clean herself up. "Thanks for... caring."
"Of course I'm going to care. You're my best friend, Tay, and you're vomiting quite a lot recently. You're lucky I'm even near you, I don't wanna catch a stomach bug but as I said, you're my best friend, and you need someone."
"I have Gabriella." I rolled my eyes at the mention of the brunette. Did I mention she's still trying to get me to go on a date with her? Well she is.
"Right, I forgot. Ever since she saved you from he who shall not be spoken, you've started to like her more. You've replaced me."
"It's not like that, Troy." She stated firmly, running the faucet and splashing her face 3 times. I narrowed my eyes at her tone of voice and decided to ignore it. This wasn't the first time she'd snapped on me. That was another thing she'd been doing lately. "And if you don't wanna catch the stomach bug, then just go! Nobody's forcing you to be here!" I blinked at her sudden outburst. My mouth opened to form a response but nothing came out. I stepped towards her and put my arms around her waist.
"Tay, I was just joking. I don't care about catching your bug. As long as you get better that's all I care about."
"Troy get off me." She plainly demanded, catching me off guard. I chuckled nervously and only tightened my hold on her. "Troy I said, get the fuck off me!" she pushed me away and I was left staring at her; confused. Where the hell was all this coming from?
"Wh-what's your problem, Tay? This isn't the first time I've held you!"
"Exactly! W-why do you insist on holding me, Troy? Why?" Wasn't it obvious?
"Because I l-." Abruptly, she covered my face with her hand and was glaring up at me.
"DONT. Don't say it! Don't say it, Troy! I know what you're going to say and I don't want you to say it, okay!"
"Taylor, what the hell has gotten into you?" She pushed passed me and stormed back into her room, ignoring me. "Taylor, talk to me." I gently took hold of her arm and turned her around to face me.
"There's nothing wrong with me, Troy. I'm just... tired!" I didn't believe any of it... at all.
"Taylor..."
"Troy, I told you... I'm just tired." I sighed and lost my temper at her.
"TAYLOR!"
"I'M PREGNANT TROY!"
Wait, what?
Did she just say she was pregnant? I stayed still for what seemed like a minute, my mind not being able to register what she had just said. Pregnant. There was a baby growing inside her, and the father was... Oh God, I felt sick. It was Chad Danforth. If I didn't have a reason to kill him, I sure as hell had one now. Next time I saw that prick, I was going to beat the living shit out of him. "I'm pregnant." she repeated, this time quieter. "Troy?" I heard her breathe out shakily, her soft voice bringing me back to Earth. "Say something."
"I don't... I don't know what you want me to say. You're pregnant." She nodded and only when she took a step forward to approach me, did I find the strength to take a step back, saying: "With Chad Danforth's child." As soon as I took a step back, my body connected to the petite front of Mrs Mckessie, causing me to turn around and see her eyes fixed upon a tearful Taylor.
"Taylor, did you just say what I think you said?" Her mother questioned her voice stern. Taylor looked back up at me and I shook my head, quickly putting on my stuff back on and grabbing my stuff.
"Bye Mrs McKessie." I took one last look at Taylor, who looked as if she was going to cry, and left.
"Troy!" I heard her yell, but I continued to walk to my car. I felt her petite hand wrap around my arm, stopping me, so I had no choice but to turn around and point my stare to her. "Troy, please. I-I'm sorry."
"Get well soon, Taylor. Oh wait, that's right, you lied to me about having a stomach bug, when you were in fact pregnant." I shook my dead spitefully, watching as tears welled up in her eyes. Damn, those mood swings must've been hitting her hard. Just a few hours ago, she was tired and nice to me, and then she lashed out at me, now she's on the verge of tears.
"Troy, I'm sorry."
"I'm your best friend! Why didn't you tell me?" I heard footsteps approach us and the next thing I knew, Gabriella's annoying being had placed herself next to Taylor, her arm wrapping around her.
"Troy I think you should go."
"Gabriella! Shut the-." I stopped dead in my tracks. "Wait, she knew? She knew that you were pregnant, yet you didn't have the decency to tell me? The one person who's been with you through-." I cut myself off, not wanting to finish. I waved my hand, signalling that I was done and continued to walk to my car, completely ignoring Taylor's cries for me. Without looking back, I hopped in, shut the door and drove off. Maybe I was being too harsh on her, maybe I had over-reacted. I mean, we weren't together, so why should I be so angry about it? But I love her. I love her and when found out that not only had she not told me – her best friend – that she was pregnant, but the fact that the father was Chad Danforth it set something of in me. I let his name linger in my mind longer. Letting the anger soak in and grow. After about 5 minutes of thinking about my hate for the bushy haired teen, I quickly turned my car, changing my route.
I was going to kill Chad Danforth.
I drove with a new found rage to Chad's house, my grip on the steering wheel making my knuckles turn white. I rushed out and banged on the door. Just as I was about to knock again, the door opened and a young girl with mahogany coloured curly hair appeared. "Who are-, Ooh, you're cute."
"Where's Chad?"
"He's in his room," I reached out to try and open the door wider so I could fit through but she moved in front of the door, stopping my attempt. "I can't let you in, until I know who you are, cutie." I rolled my eyes exasperatedly.
"I'm Chad's friend from school, Troy Bolton."
"Oh right, I think he's talked about you before. Come in." She stepped aside and I breezed in, my fists automatically clenching.
"Your parents home?"
"Nope, just me and Chad, but I was about to head out anyway, got to go meet my boyfriend, Justin." She squealed and ran out of the door; leaving me smiling as I knew this would be much easier than I had anticipated. Flexing out my fingers in anticipation for the punch I would launch at his face, I heard footsteps.
"Lexi, go make me a burger or something, all that gaming has made me work up a—Troy?" I turned and watched his face turn into one of fear. "How the hell did you get into my house?" I took one look at my fist then approached him, quickly raising my hand to strike him. "TROY! What the hell are you...?" I lowered my fist and sighed, running a frustrated hand through my hair. "Troy?"
"I can't kill you." I spoke, leaning against the wall.
"Y-you were going to kill me?" He stuttered, his voice trembling.
"Not kill you, but I was planning on beating the shit out you. If I killed you, you wouldn't end up being there for your child." I whispered the last part, my arms crossing over my chest. At my last statement Chad's head whipped up towards me and he rushed at me, his arm pushing against my throat.
"What the hell did you just say?"
"Okay one; get your fucking hands off me." He removed his arms away from my throat quickly as if he'd been burnt. "And two, I said: If I killed you, you wouldn't end up being there for your child." I rolled my eyes at Chad, before pushing him completely away and ambling to his front door.
"My child? I don't- I don't have a child." Chad exclaimed, exasperatedly. I shook my head and without turning around, I spoke before I left.
"Taylor's pregnant, dumbass."
I drove and drove for what seemed like hours before I finally pulled up to my house. Leaving my car, I miserably dragged myself to the door and opened it, not even bothering to greet my mother and heading straight into my room.
As soon as I stepped in my eyes locked with the annoying brunette that was Gabriella Montez. I rolled my eyes and groaned. "Get out." I growled out simply. She stood up and walked over to me.
"I need to talk to you." She whispered, her arm running across my shoulder. I shrugged it off and turned around. I was not in the mood.
"What is it, Gabriella? I have homework to do."
"Troy, I really like you. Like I don't think you understand how much I like you." I rolled my eyes and sighed.
"And I don't know how many times I've told you this, but I love Taylor. Taylor, my amazing best friend, Taylor the girl who cares so much about her education and isn't desperate at all, Taylor-."
"The girl who's pregnant with Chad Danforth's baby." She spoke bluntly. I blinked before letting out a frustrated sigh and ran my hands through my hair. "Why you waste all your time on her I don't know." She seductively rubbed the tip of her finger up and down my arm. "I can give you everything you want and more, Troy. Give it up with Tay and give in to me." She whispered enchantingly, slowly removing my jacket in the process. My head stayed down as she lifted my shirt over my head. She placed her hands on the trench coat that she was wearing and ripped it open, revealing nothing but black lacy underwear into my view. She threw it to the side and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Give into me." Were the last words spoken before she grabbed my head and pulled me down to her lips. I kicked the door closed behind me before freeing my mind of everything that was filling it and sliding my arms around her waist.
I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, wondering what the fuck had just happened. I'd just slept with Gabriella. The annoying girl who wouldn't leave me alone. It was a moment of weakness. I shook my head, disappointed in myself. In a way, I felt as if I had just cheated on Taylor. That thought caused a tight feeling to start up in my chest. I heard moaning and felt stirring in my side. I looked to my left and saw Gabriella trying to snuggle up into my side. I put a hand to her forehead and gently pushed her back. "Get up, Gabriella."
"Why, I quite like it in your bed." Gabriella giggled at her own joke, as if the shit was actually funny. There was nothing funny at all about what had just transpired. Not even close to funny.
"This isn't funny, Gabriella. Get up, get dressed and go home." I told her, sitting up and looking for my boxers. She sat up as well, not even bothering to hide her naked body.
"I wasn't exactly planning to go home. In fact," she put her arms around me from behind and planted small kisses on my shoulder. If this was her trying to turn me on, it was not working. "I was hoping for an encore performance."
"Get up, get dressed and go home."
"But I-."
"Get the fuck up, get dressed, and GO HOME, GABRIELLA!" I didn't know where the hell that tone of voice had come from but it got my point across. I made sure not to yell as I knew my mom was probably downstairs, I was surprised she didn't catch us in the act. I heard a sniffle and rolled my eyes, thinking that she was about to cry.
"Fine." I felt her weight move off the bed. "I'll go. Only because you asked so nicely." Replied Gabriella, her voice thick with sarcasm. I ran a hand down my face and got up as she put on her underwear and jeans. "Have you seen my bra?"
"By the wardrobe." Came a voice from the door. I stopped suddenly at the voice. The tone of it made my heart seize. It sounded hurt and broken. From the corner of my eye, I could see Gabriella turn around to face Taylor. I stayed facing away from her for a few more seconds before also turning around to meet her watery brown eyes. As soon as our eyes connected, she shook her head and ran out.
"TAYLOR!" This was like déjà-vu. Me chasing after her, that is. I caught her before she finished descending the stairs.
"Don't you dare, Troy? I'm leaving and don't try to chase after me!" she screamed, drawing attention from my mother, who appeared from the kitchen. "What is wrong with me?" she whispered to herself. I hurriedly went down the stairs, stopping 2 steps above her.
"There's nothing wrong with you, Taylor. I-I'm sorry."
"You know what's really a kick in the face about this?" I stayed quiet, urging her to continue. "I was coming over here to apologise and tell you that maybe I do love you too. Wow, all that's gone down the drain, right?" she chuckled dryly, finishing the stairs and walking to the door. "Do me a favour and stay the hell away from me, Troy!"
And just like that she'd left. But I couldn't help but focus on what she'd said. She was going to come here and tell me that she loved me.
And I'd messed everything up.
Ah, I wasn't all that happy with that one, but just tell me what you guys think ,
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