"GABRIELLA MONTEZ! Get your fast ass down here this instant!" Mr. Montez yelled from downstairs.
Gabriella groaned and put down her magazine. She took her time exiting her room and stopping at the stairs. She looked over the railing at her father patiently. She also took time to notice Tiara's smug appearance as she turned cockily and walked into the kitchen. "What'd she tell you?"
"Does it matter? What the hell are you doing inviting boys over here at one in the morning? This isn't a whore house young lady and I will not tolerate you having young boys here when me or your mother aren't present! You understand me?" Mr. Montez was red as a tomato.
Gabriella sighed and answered calmly. "Why is such a big deal if I do it, but it's perfectly fine if Tiara has a guy over?"
"Tiara had me and your mother's permission and he came and went at a decent hour! You're grounded!"
"What? Dad, no!" Gabriella pleaded. "Please!"
"No! I don't want to hear another word! Go to your room!" Mr. Montez heard enough. The thought of Gabriella messing around with these little boys and having an unexpected pregnancy mortified him. He didn't need another Maria—bitter and hateful towards her first born. He turned away from her and started walking towards his study.
"If you ground me….I'll….I'll tell mom you're cheating!" Gabriella didn't expect those words to come out her mouth. She wasn't really the blackmailing type—she wasn't even sure if her threat was true, but she wasn't about to get grounded.
Mr. Montez stopped in his tracks and turned his head slightly. "I will not tolerate lying either. You're grounded for a month," Mr. Montez said softly, but loud enough for Gabriella to hear.
Gabriella clenched her teeth and stormed to her room, slamming the door.
Mr. Montez went to the kitchen and glared at his youngest daughter. "What did you tell her?" He asked sternly.
Tiara put down her glass of lemonade and frowned. She turned to face him on her bar stool that was facing the countertop. "I told her nothing," she lied.
"Don't lie to me, Tiara!" Mr. Montez slammed his fist on the counter. "What did you tell her?"
Tiara jumped and took a small sip of her lemonade. "I told her you see a mistress every Saturday morning," she said tentatively. "But, I didn't think she'd believe me. I made it seem like I was lying, at least, I thought that's how it seemed. I'm sorry," she said with a drop of her eyes.
"For your sake, she better not tell your mom, and if she does, hopefully your mother won't believe her." He looked at her gravely. No cell phone for the day. Give it here." He held out his hand for it and Tiara gave it to him sadly. Her father kissed her on the forehead and sent her to her room. He rubbed his forehead in annoyance. "What am I going to do with them?" He shook his head and resided to his study.
The rest of the weekend, Gabriella secluded herself from her family. After getting dressed Monday morning, despite her annoyance and managing to hide her phone from her father, she called Troy and asked him to take her to school.
"Thanks," Gabriella said breathlessly, after running down the street from her house and hopping into Troy's truck. She put on her seatbelt and relaxed. When Troy let her know he was there, she yelled "Bye!" and bolted.
"So," Troy said while pulling out onto the street, "looks like you've had a rough morning." Troy watched as Gabriella looked down at herself. She had on a loose light blue t-shirt that drooped on one shoulder so one of her black bra straps were showing, old blue jeans that became nicely form-fitting when she hit puberty, and a burlap belt. Her hair went from a neat ponytail into a frenzy of loose curls. She wore no earrings and light makeup. To Troy, Gabriella still looked insanely cute. However, he would never admit it.
Gabriella put her hand to her forehead exhaustedly. "Yea, I have." She sits up straight and tries to straighten her whole self up. "My dad was all on my case about you coming over yesterday and Saturday night. I don't know how he found out seeing as he wasn't home, but it probably involves my little sister."
"Oh, I see. How long are you grounded?"
"A month!" Gabriella frowned and sighed. As Troy pulled into his parking spot, Gabriella unbuckled her seatbelt and murmured another thanks before hopping out and walking towards the school.
Troy was still braking before she got out and whistled as her watched her walk away. He grabbed his bag and got out. After shutting his door and turning around he jumped. "God, you scared me. Don't stand so close." Troy grabs her by the shoulders and pushes her back so she's an arm's length apart.
"Get your filthy hands off me, Troy Bolton! I told you what would happen if I saw you with Gabriella Montez again!" Georgia yelled. "Did Saturday mean nothing to you? Do I mean anything to you?"
Troy looked around. A bunch of people were looking in their direction. He grabbed Georgia's wrist and pulled her to the side of the school out of the parking lot where everyone could see them.
"Well?" Last Saturday, Georgia told Troy that she knew all about what happened between him and Kirsten and she would tell everyone if he didn't show more respect towards her. Also, they would start dating, meaning, no more Gabriella.
"Well what?" Troy stared at his supposed sex partner. She was wearing a light blue crop top and low-riders. She decided to go natural with her blonde hair, instead of brown, which were sitting nicely on her shoulders with blunt-cut bangs.
"Do you care about me at all? Do you care that I could ruin you?"
"Shut up, Georgia." Troy rolled his eyes. "No one is going to believe that this stud got his heart broken. No one's going to believe you, the school whore. And I could honestly care less about you. The only reason I stick around is because I feel sorry for you. Your parents barely acknowledge your existence, your cousin hates you, your brothers are losers who dropped out of school and left home. I feel like I have to show you some kind of affection so you don't end up lying on the street beaten and raped by your pimp. I refuse to date you because you'd be clingy, needy, and jealous just like you are now, but ten times worse. I treat you like crap so one day you'll get over your senseless feelings for me." Troy scowled in disgust.
Georgia, in tears, smiled. "You do care about me." She beamed.
"What the—is that all you got from what I just told you? Oh my fucking—Georgia, we're done. Ok? No more calls, texts, emails, or sex." Troy walked away. He shook his head and headed to class.
Georgia stared after him and leaned against the brick wall. She dropped her head feeling like she'd just been slapped in the face. "We're not done, Georgia. He cares about you. You heard him say it. He'd never live with himself if something happened to you." Georgia picked up her head and grinned devilishly. "Troy Bolton. You're going to be mine, whether you like it or not."
Gabriella was late. She kept stalling at her locker to see Troy and ended up forgetting to get the books she needed for her next class. After turning a corner she saw Bridget and Jason and retreated back. She eavesdropped on what they were saying, curious to see if any of it involved her.
"I swear to God, Jason! If you got me pregnant…," Bridget said angrily, pacing hurriedly in front of him, stopping occasionally to glare at him when he talked.
"Look, how do you even know it's mine? I know you sleep around. Hell, for all I know, it could be Troy Bolton's baby."
"Don't be stupid, Jason! I've only been sleeping around with you for the past three months, so I'm pretty sure this thing inside of me is yours."
"Would you shut up? I swear these walls have ears and God forbid I take responsibility for this. I'm not taking care of a baby, boyfriend or not. There's abortion, adoption…hey, you could have an 'accidental' miscarriage." Jason wiggled his eyebrows and smiled.
"Jason! There's no way I'm going to purposely kill my baby! It's a living thing and you know I wouldn't dare kill another human being."
"Oh yeah? And who was the one who just called 'your baby' a thing earlier, huh? You're not even sure if you're pregnant so stop freaking out!" Jason punched a locker and turned toward her. "I'll get you a pregnancy test and drive you to the doctor. How long have you thought you're pregnant?" Jason whispered.
"I don't know, three days. I've been pale and vomiting. The last time we had sex was around last week, wasn't it?"
"No… It was the Saturday after the first day of school. It's the middle of freaking September." Jason paused. "What the hell have we been doing? I thought we were having sex every night?"
"Then who did I…" Bridget trailed off. "Who the hell have you been sleeping with?"
"Look, calm down. I don't know who it was. I've might've been out with the guys and they might've spiked my drink with ecstasy… And don't turn this on me! Who the hell have you been sleeping with?"
"We'll figure it out later! Just, don't leave, okay? We'll meet afterschool or something and get the damn test. Ok?" Bridget said with pleading eyes.
"Ok. Whatever. Afterschool." Bridget kissed him on the cheek and he watched her walk away carelessly. He leaned against the wall and dropped his head back, rubbing his face in exhaustion.
When Gabriella no longer heard the sound of Bridget's heels clicking, she turned the corner, stopping when she realized Jason hadn't left. She started to turn back around, but he grabbed her arm and stepped in front of her.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where do you think you're going, sweet cheeks?" He said with a flirtatious smile.
"Let me go, Jason. I'm late for class." Gabriella tried to avoid eye contact and focused on a piece of gum that was stuck to the floor.
"Give me a kiss."
"No! Bridget would kill me and I don't even like you! You're a pig and I hate you!" Gabriella snatched her arm away.
Jason smiled and grabbed her wrist. He dragged her towards another supply closet and went for her shirt. When Gabriella pushed him away he smiled again. "Come on, baby. Things would be much more pleasant if you didn't struggle." He went in for a kiss but met her cheek instead of her desirable lips. He sat her on a covered trash can and pinned her wrist against the wall. He realized this was useless considering her legs were still free and kicking vigorously. Eventually he gave up after he almost got savagely kicked in the balls and let her go. "Don't worry, princess. One day, I'll have you. One way or another." She slapped him and fled.
Gabriella took the rest of the day off and spent it in the back of Troy's pickup truck. She held her legs to her chest and tried to stay warm. She wasn't surprised to find a blanket. She lied down and got comfortable. She was so pissed at Jason. First thing tomorrow she was going to report sexual harassment and get a restraining order, if possible. She started to cry. Jason had tried to rape her.
Sorry it's kind of short, but I hope you liked it anyway ^_^