Don't own it.

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Gabriella was speechless. What were her parents doing here? She thought they hated her now, after the whole 'you're-a-disgrace-to-the-family-don't-ever-set-foot-in-my-house-ever-again' argument. She looked at Troy, who had a confused expression on his face. Ignoring how cute he looked at the moment, Gabriella turned back to face her unsmiling parents. Her mother looked her up and down, shaking her head. Her father glared at Troy. Gabriella closed her eyes, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She sucked in a deep breath. Great, just what she needed after a humiliating day at school. Gabriella reopened her eyes, forcing a smile at her parents.

"Mum! Dad! What are you doing here?" she asked in a falsely bright tone.

Gabriella's father scoffed.

"Of course, to find out which son of a bitch knocked up my disgrace of a daughter" he spat out.

Gabriella flinched at her father's harsh tone, tears burning the back of her throat. Troy's blood boiled. He glanced at Gabriella, who was looking down at the pavement like it was the most interesting thing in the world. Troy felt his heart tug. He felt the urge to defend her. He faced Gabriella's father, sticking out his chin defiantly.

"Then you're looking at him"

Gabriella's mother raised her eyebrow. She placed her hand on her hip, surveying him closely. Troy fidgeted nervously.

"You? Why am I not surprised? Spoiled rich boys like you have nothing else to do that go around partying and impregnating girls who have a bright future in front of them like Gabriella" she narrowed her eyes at him.

"I should beat you up into a pulp, you filthy little idiot!" Gabriella's father raised his fist.

Gabriella put her head in her hands. How embarrassing, she thought. And it had to happen in front of her school. At least most people had gone home, she thought. Gabriella's mother placed a hand on her father's arm, placating him.

"Greg! Don't make a scene!" she hissed.

Greg nodded, lowering his arm as he glared fiercely at a startled Troy. He looked at Gabriella, his angry expression softening at his daughter's downcast eyes. He realised Gabriella was just a child, and she needed her parents to guide her through her life. But she had gotten herself pregnant with an unwanted child, meaning she had to grow up much faster than either Greg or Maria expected.

"I just don't know how to act around her anymore, Maria" he whispered sadly to his wife.

Maria nodded, sighing softly as Gabriella bit her lip nervously. Troy stood beside her quietly, sensing that it wasn't his time to speak. It wasn't his business to butt into Gabriella's family matters. Er, yes it is! Damn, that little voice was back. Of course, it scoffed in his head. You were the one that got in Gabriella's pants, so suck it up and be a man. Talk to her parents, you idiot! Greg quietly watched the boy in front of him internally battle with himself. He could sense Troy really felt something for Gabriella, or else he would have scampered in the sight of said pregnant girl's parents. Gabriella snuck a glance at Troy. He smiled back nervously, biting down on his tongue. An awkward silence filled the air. Finally, Maria sighed. She reached out and clasped Gabriella's hand. Gabriella looked up, surprised.

"We've missed you, Gabriella. I know we might not sound like it, especially your father-" she shot a glare at Greg. "-but we really do. I miss having my daughter to dress up" she smiled fondly.

Gabriella blushed, a small smile spreading across her lips. She chanced a look at her strict father. Greg smiled softly at her. Her heart swelled. Her parents weren't mad at her anymore! Greg raised his eyebrow as if he read her mind.

"That doesn't mean we forgive you for making the stupidest mistake of your life however" he pointed out, glaring at Troy.

Troy nervously smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. Gabriella nudged Troy. He looked quizzically at her, before his mouth formed a perfect 'o'. He stuck out his hand politely.

"Hi, Mr and Mrs Montez, I'm Troy Bolton. Your daughter's…" he trailed off.

What exactly was he to Gabriella? Troy inwardly searched for answer. Boyfriend? Sperm donator? Life ruiner? Gabriella bit her lip, anticipating the next words that would come out of his mouth.

"…friend" Troy finished.

Gabriella's heart fell. So she was just a friend to him. She forced a smile at her disbelieving parents.

"Um, yeah. Troy and I have figured things out and we've decided we're going to raise this child in a loving family. Troy's going to give the baby everything he needs and give him the best life possible" she beamed gratefully at Troy.

It took while for Gabriella's words to register to her parents. Greg blinked as Troy ignored his racing heartbeat at Gabriella's smile.

"I'm having a grandson?" he asked in awe.

Gabriella nodded. A small smile graced his face. He looked at Maria, who had a fond, dreamy expression on her face. She looked at Troy, who was gazing at Gabriella in admiration. He couldn't believe how straightforward and direct she was to her parents. After all, his parents had found out through seeing them in a baby store. Maria sighed.

"So Troy's actually taking responsibility for the baby?" she asked, looking at Troy.

He nodded. Maria glanced at her daughter, who wore an expression of gratitude and…something else as she stared at Troy. She inwardly smirked. Trust her daughter to be such a romantic as to fall in love with the father of her child, who she sensed felt something back for Gabriella. It was something out of a Taiwanese drama! Greg nodded, his brain thinking of how to make things work. Finally, he nodded.

"Okay"

Gabriella's brows knitted together.

"Okay?"

Greg's eyes flickered from his daughter to her…'friend'.

"Okay, as in, I accept you and Troy's baby and am willing to be a part of your life again"

Gabriella beamed and grabbed Troy's arm in joy. He grinned back, making her heart skip a beat or five. Greg held up a hand, indicating he was not finished.

"But on one condition. Gabriella's mother and I have to talk to your parents about this…situation" Greg said to Troy.

Troy's blue eyes widened, matching Gabriella's round saucers next to him. He looked at her, mortified. Gabriella inwardly groaned. Her parents meeting Troy's parents? It was a disaster waiting to happen. She snuck a glance at her parents. They raised their eyebrows expectantly. She forced a bright smile, gesturing them to get into Troy's swanky sports car. Troy blinked as Gabriella, Greg and Maria piled onto his Italian leather, ready to be driven home to greet his unsuspecting parents. He inwardly cringed.

What a great way to end the school day.

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