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Chapter 7: Can We Go Back to Normal?

Troy hadn't noticed that I was in the room yet, because he was still staring in front of him. I took this chance to study his face. From what I could see, he wasn't angry. He didn't like he was ready to kill me. He actually looked deep in thought, like he was thinking about something very serious. I wondered if he had something important to do after dealing with me.

When he finally noticed me, he stood and turned toward me. We were quiet for a while before he cleared his throat and said, "Sharpay."

I instantly got nervous. "Y-Yes?"

"Um..." He looked a little awkward for some reason, like he didn't know what to do or say. It was weird. "How was your day?"

"It was...okay?"

"And you're still...?"

"Yes, I'm still pregnant."

"Of course you are." He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. I quickly went from nervous to confused, not sure what he was doing.

"T-Troy, is there something you want to do or say about this? A-About our baby?" I really wanted to get this over with.

"How long have you been pregnant?"

"I don't know."

"Ok, let me word this differently. How long have you knew that you were pregnant?"

"Two weeks."

"When were you going to tell me that my child was growing inside of you?" He sounded a tad bit angry, but his voice stayed soft, as if not to scare me.

"I-I don't know. I-I didn't want to tell you."

"Why not?"

"B-because, I was scared."

"Why were you scared?"

"I was scared that you'll be angry and do something to me. I thought that you would make me give it up or kill it." The next thing that happened surprised both of us. I threw my arms around his waist and cried. I somehow crossed the room in a few steps, getting closer to him without knowing. "Please don't make me kill our baby. Please don't make me do it. I don't want to. Please don't make me give it up. Please don't hurt me. Please, please. I'm sorry." I sobbed against his chest. Now I was doing the crying thing. Great.

Though I expected for him to pull me off of him, he didn't. He seemed unsure of what to do. I doubt he knew what to do with a crying pregnant girl that was clinging to him. He just let me cry for a small while until he spoke.

"Why would I make you give it up or kill it?"

"Because you probably don't want a baby from a girl you've been raping. You probably just want to forget about it. You don't want this mistake."

"Why would I want to kill my first child?" I didn't miss the fact that he said 'first child'.

"Because it was a mistake. A big mistake. A very big one with a girl you don't even know!"

What he said next surprised me. "Everything happens for a reason. I would not and will not force you to do anything you're uncomfortable with about this baby."

I pulled away from him, backed up a few steps, and looked up at him. "Really? You're not gonna make me kill it or give it away when I have it?"

"No, whether you wanted to kill it at the beginning, I wouldn't have allowed you to harm my baby in any way, form, or fashion." His eyes were soft like his voice, which wasn't so mad anymore. "We're going to keep this baby, and since you wanted to in the first place, it shouldn't and won't be a problem."

"Absolutely not." I said quickly, glad that he had felt this way. I wanted to so badly throw my arms around him and cry about how thankful I was, but decided that it wasn't such a good idea.

"Can I feel your stomach?" He asked and held out his hand.

"Of course, you don't even have to ask." He smiled, the first genuine and unscary smile I had ever seen him smile, and put his hand over my stomach. I waited a second before gently moving his hand then pulling my shirt up. He put his hand back over my stomach and rubbed it gently. He looked at me.

"This is our baby?" He questioned and I nodded. He moved his hands from my stomach and he looked unsure again. I watched as he moved his hands so that he cupped my cheeks and wiped my tears away with his thumbs. He looked uncertain for a few more seconds before bringing his face to mine and kissing me. This kiss wasn't like all the others.

This kiss was soft, it was sweet. It was in a way that he had never kissed me before, and it felt nice. I let my shirt fall between us and my hands fell to my side as I allowed myself to get lost in the kiss. Among the things I had already been feeling at the moment, I felt another one seeping into me through this kiss. It was definitely something I didn't expect to think or feel when I was with him, but I ignored it thinking that it was just the pregnancy talking. There was no way that I could be feeling like this at a moment like this, about him. It was just too weird and crazy. Too crazy.

When he finally pulled away and parted from me, he and I both were breathing hard.

"I'll be back tomorrow," He breathed. "I gotta go now." I nodded and, after touching my stomach, he was gone.

I shook my head to clear the thoughts there and went upstairs to lay down, as I had initially planned to do earlier before Troy came. When I got there, I was surprised. There, on my bed, was a small stuffed teddy bear with a card lying across it's lap. I went over and picked up the card first. On the front of it said 'You're Pregnant' so I opened it up, and there was nothing in there but, what I guessed to be, Troy's hand writing.

Sharpay,

Since you told me that you were pregnant, I haven't known what to do about it. I really wanted to say fuck it, leave, and leave you alone with our child. I know better than that. Now that I'm absolutely sure that you are pregnant, I want us to start all over. I don't want you thinking of me only as the guy who raped you and got you pregnant and have my baby thinking that too. I know that it's a lot to ask for, but I really want to. Lets just totally start over. Our baby will have a better chance at being happy if things are good between us.

Troy

I was baffled by this. Was he really wanting me to forget everything about what he had done to me these past months? I would have no problem doing it if it were best for the baby, but seriously? Yet, I was a little happy that he had said such things, because it meant that I was going to keep my baby and stuff.

I put the card in my dresser then laid down in my bed. The teddy bear sat right in front of my face, staring back at me as I stared at it. I went to sleep staring at the bear.

The next day, I had been working on my computer when my chair spun around.

"Hey Troy."

"Hey." He said as he pulled me out of my chair. He started to kiss me, as usual, and we sat on my bed. The only off thing was that he only took off our shirts. I got a little frustrated with this because I wanted to get this over with. He flipped us over, him on top. He continued to kiss me as his hands moved. His right hand moved down my leg, and slipped under my sleeping shorts. His left hand moved up my stomach and slipped under my bra, touching my chest. I decided to do something, so I slid my hands down his stomach and started to undo his pants. By that time, he had already removed my bra. He had just gotten his pants undone and was about to pull them down when I heard a gasp.

"What the hell?"

I broke away from Troy's lips and looked toward my room door and was surprised with who I saw. "Chad? What are you doing here?" I asked out of shock.

"I just came to see if you wanted to talk." He wasn't staring at my face, but at my body. I looked down and realized my bare chest was out. I covered my chest with my hands, but he kept staring.

"Chad. We haven't talked in two weeks."

"That's what I wanted to talk about." He looked me in the eyes, his green holding my brown. "I wanted to start talking again. I didn't want sixteen years of best friendship go to waste over nothing." His eyes returned to what he was staring at.

"Ok, but can you come back later? I'm kinda busy."

"Yea. Sure..." He said but didn't move.

"Chad..."

"You're-You're-" That's when I finally connected his gaze. He was staring at the defined bump in my stomach. "You are pregnant." He said it more like confirmation than a question.

"I-Yes." was all I could say.

"When? For how long?"

"I don't know, but come back later and we'll talk. I promise." I knew Chad, and this was the only thing I could say to make him leave.

"Ok, bye." He left.

"Anyways," I said and turned back to Troy. He had the same idea as me and started undressing me again.

Later on, after Troy had left, I showered. Now I sat on my couch and watched T.V. My hand was over my bare stomach, I was wearing sweat pants and a sports bra.

The doorbell rung and I went to answer it. I opened the door and saw Chad standing there.

"It's later right?" He smiled impishly. I nodded and let him inside.

We went and sat on the couch. It was very awkward and silent for a while, I was uncomfortable, until he started to talk.

"How have you been? We haven't talked in weeks."

"Fine, a little sick, but fine."

"Sick?"

"Yea, throwing up almost every morning."

"Why?"

"Um, its called morning sickness. All pregnant people have it in the beginning of their pregnancies."

"Pregnant, right." He mumbled.

"Are we going to talk?" I asked him, anxious to get this over with.

"Yes, is that guy still here?" I don't know why, but I heard a bit of distaste in his words.

"No, he left a few hours ago."

"Ok, so whats the story?"

"What story?"

"You know, about the guy whose apparently knocked you up." He smiled, though the smile looked forced, and placed a hand on my stomach.

"There is no story."

"That's a lie, but different question. What's been happening to you?"

I already knew what he meant.

"What are you talking about?"

"You changed. You went from nice, sweet, friendly, and bubbly to mean and vulgar. You started to curse me, Ryan, and Taylor. You started to ignore us. You're late to school almost everyday. You said those cruel things to Taylor. Her and Ryan nearly broke up because of it."

"I'm sorry about most of that. I guess I was taking all my pent up anger out on you guys."

"Anger. What anger?"

"The anger from my mom never being here, being alone, then coming home one night and getting-" I stopped mid sentence. The next part I was going to say, I couldn't. I would probably get in trouble for telling him this.

"Getting what?" He inquired. I shook my head.

"Nothing."

"C'mon! Tell me!"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I'll get in trouble."

"With who? With that guy who's been hitting you?" His voice raised a little.

"What? He hasn't been hitting me. It's just...no one. Just drop it." I shook my head and folded my arms over my growing stomach.

"It can't be that bad. Tell me!"

"Getting raped!" I exploded. He was annoying the hell out of me.

He was caught off guard by my answer and his voice dropped back down to a whisper. "Raped? You got raped? I just thought he was hurting you. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." My sarcasm was thick as I spoke. "There's nothing like losing my virginity to a complete stranger when I could have lost it to a friend." I shook my head when I thought of how I declined Ryan's offer. "Or continually having sex with said stranger. Or developing boyfriend/girlfriend romantic lover like feelings for said stranger. Then discovering that we never used protection when being intimate. Then finding out that I'm pregnant by him. Yep I'm absolutely fine." By the end of my rant, I was crying and Chad wrapped his arms around me, so I cried into his chest.

"Shh." Was all he said for a long time.

My tears dried and I pulled way from him. "I am so sorry. I just exploded there. I didn't know I had been so angry. I'm sorry." But I felt relieved for some reason. There was just something about letting everything out and telling someone about it.

"Don't be. Now I understand." We sat there for a while, until he spoke. "So is the boy I saw you with upstairs. Is he..." I realized then I had said too much.

"I-um-its-?" I couldn't answer his question, and he got his answer.

"He is!" I saw fire in Chad's eyes from the moment I said it.

"Oh no, Troy is gonna kill me!" I groaned.

"Really?"

"NO! Its a figure of speech. He's not gonna kill me." I said then mumbled. "At least not while I have his child growing inside of me."

"Speaking of the baby, how far along are you?" I was so happy he dropped the subject.

"I'm not sure, but I think I'm about four months."

"How do you feel about it?"

"I feel oddly happy for a sixteen year old pregnant girl with no support system." I smiled. Chad gave me a look. "What?"

"You just switched from sad to happy. What just happened?"

"I don't know. I think it was a mood swing. I've had them all week."

"Another side affect of pregnancy." He joked.

"Yep, now shut up." I laughed and playfully punched him. I was so glad we were back to normal, well almost.

"So we're best friends again?" By this time the fire I had seen earlier had gone out and his eyes were soft and searching.

"The best." I said and moved my arms around his neck and hugged him. He hugged me back. We hugged for a while, and I couldn't pull away. I loved the feeling of having my best friend back. He seemed just as happy.

When we pulled away, we smiled at each other.

"Do you want to hang out today?"

"Um, sure."

"What do you want to do?"

"How about we sit around and watch TV? My body is tired and I don't like to move much. I hadn't liked to move around since a little bit before I found out I was pregnant. I don't think he/she likes it when I move around a lot." I smiled down at my stomach.

"Its okay with me. We wouldn't want to get the little one angry." He smiled and patted my stomach. We settled into the couch and watched TV. Chad wrapped an arm around me, his hand resting on my growing stomach. I leaned into his side and rested on my head on his shoulder. It was just like before when we used to hang out, except the third addition that was growing in my stomach.

We hung around for a while until it got dark and he had to go home. After he left, I went straight to bed, not worrying about anything. Just glad that I had my best friend back and we were close again.

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