Chapter 15: Why?

Part Three

Sharpay's POV

The days passed quickly for me after finding out that I wasn't pregnant again and before I knew it one month passed me by. Everything was nearly good.

Having Gabriella home was a stress though. There was this certain tension growing between her and Troy that I just couldn't understand. When they had first met at my seventeenth birthday party they seemed to really kick it off, but now they couldn't stay in the same room without it being completely awkward. I loved them both dearly, but they were both killing me. I needed to know what was causing this. But when I asked them what was wrong, they both just told me it was nothing. That they just didn't get along, but I didn't buy it. I let it go, but I was still going to find out.

Anna got bigger by the weeks. She was so big that it was hard to believe that she was only eight months old. With Gabby home now, I didn't have to burden Chad's mother with caring for her when I had to go to school in stuff. I just left her at home with my sister. Anna loved her aunt, so it was a perfect match. But today, Gabby said she had something to do and I had to take her to Chad's mom's house. Mrs. Danforth had said that she didn't mind, but I still felt bad about just throwing Anna on her.

It was a normal walk to school with Chad. It was early in the day, nothing but about seven thirty or forty, and we talked about things, mostly random stuff. We gossiped about who was sleeping with who at the school, if any of our sports teams had won over the weekend, our senior privileges, and our classes when I remembered that I had left my already overdue homework at home and today was the last day to turn it in.

"Oh, Chad. I left my freaking homework at home! Will you walk with me home?"

He shook his head and smiled at me. "As much as I would love to, I can't be late. You may have an excuse, but I don't. You go ahead."

"Okay, I'll meet you there." I got a good hold on my backpack and started to run the other way. No matter what he said about 'me having an excuse' I still didn't want to be late. Just because I got passes for being late because I have a baby, I still didn't want to push my luck with my teachers. I ran the few blocks back it took me to get to my house-we'd gotten pretty far away-and got back to the house in about ten minutes. By the time I got to the house, it was a little after eight and I was a little winded. I was opted to knock on the door and wait for Gabby to come to the door before she left for where ever she was going, but something in my head cautioned me not to. It told me to use my door key and to be quiet with it. So I did.

I quietly unlocked the front door to be met by complete silence. It was kind of weird: when I was usually home, it was never this quiet. Up the stairs and to my room door I went. Before I even got there I heard peculiar noises. Noises that sounded a lot like sex sounds. I thought it was a little weird that Gabriella had brought yet another guy home with her while she thought we all were away. Mom had caught her once about two weeks ago but hadn't gotten to see the guy because she had been gracious to let them finish first. It was weird thinking of my sister having sex in the guest room right next to where I slept but she had done it all through out her high school career and, just like then, I wasn't gracious as my mom was. So I quickly and quietly sneaked to the door of Gabby's guest room and quietly opened her door.

I was greeted by a sight I didn't want to see.

Clothes thrown everywhere, sheets falling off the bed, and two bodies mashed in the horizontal tango was what was held in this room. It wasn't the watching two people have sex that got to me. It was the discovering who the two people who were having sex were. One was unmistakeably my sister, I knew that as I stepped to the door. The other wasn't someone I expected to bed my own sister. To bed my blood, my kin. I'd never expect for the person I loved the most in the entire world to get caught red-handed with his hand in my sister's cookie jar. Or his other part. Yet no matter how I tried to distract myself from this scene of betrayal with these stupid analogies and similes, I couldn't get the main question out my head.

Why was my boyfriend, the father of my baby, fucking my sister?

I couldn't hold back any longer, I had to get out of there. As quietly as I had opened it, I closed the door to the guest room and they didn't even notice a thing. I slowly but surely retraced my steps back out of the house so quietly that it was the reason you could hear my heart starting to shatter miles and miles away. Very slowly, I made my way to the only place I thought I could be alone. Chad's house. His mother greeted me with open arms. I told her that I wasn't feeling to well and that my house felt small and lonely so she let me go up to Chad's room. There, I got under his covers, curled in on myself, and began crying.

Why would they do this to me? Why would they go behind my back and do all those things? Why was he having sex with her? Why not me? We hadn't had sex ever since he came back. Was he mortified by the thought of having sex with me? Did he not like my body? Was I too fat and too stubby? But that wasn't important. No matter how I look or what I don't, cheating is cheating. And knowing he cheated on me hurt.

But what hurt the most was knowing that he had cheated on me with my sister. My sister! For Pete's sake! Out of the billion people there are in this crowded world, he chose my sister. He chose my sister to fuck around with when I'm not at home or when he has some free time. He chose my sister to do all this with. Or maybe she chose him.

Yet when I really thought about it, it made perfect sense. During the week, my mom would be gone to work and I'd be gone at school and the two of them, when Troy came over in the morning, would be together for the whole day alone. If they spent eight hours a day almost every day together, what would else would I think they'd do? Make pancakes and play patty-cake all day?

I should have known that it was only a matter of time for this to happen, looking at Troy's background and Gabriella's ways. Troy had forced girl's to have sex with him for fun and Gabriella had stolen so many boyfriends in her high school life, even if they were a friend's, so was I really surprised?

I cried for a long time after that thought. Minutes felt like forever to me. My pain was masking all my other feelings at that moment that I knew I would feel more after this crying spell, but the pain was all I felt at the moment.

No matter how long it felt to me, time did pass and after an eternity Chad walked into the room. He threw his bag on the floor before looking up and spotting me. He walked slowly over to the bed and knelt beside me.

"Hey bestie." He smiled a little bit, trying to make me smile but it didn't work. Tears kept pouring down my face. "What's wrong?"

I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. He noticed and pulled me off the bed and into his lap. He started to stroke my hair and tell me it was okay but this only made me cry harder.

"He's cheating on me." I mumbled through my tears when I could finally speak. "He's cheating on me with my sister." The hand in my hair stopped and Chad stiffened for a moment before he continued.

"Oh, I am so sorry." He whispered then continued angrily. "I knew he was scum from the moment you told me he raped you. Why were you even still with him?"

"We have Anna..."

"You don't need him to raise her. You are so much better off without him, you just gotta understand that. He's no good for you. Just let him go."

"But I-I love him and it hurts just so much. I don't want him to go. I want him, I need him." I groaned and wept as I sobbed into his shirt. It went on like that for a while before Chad talked me into going home. I had begged to stay the night with him so I could think this through, but he had talked me into leaving. He had his mom drop me and Anna off at home and I stood there with my nine month old baby in my arms looking at my house. It wasn't that late in the evening, just about six, but I could already see the lights in the house on. I wondered who was all here other than my thieving sister and my cheating boyfriend.

Before I entered the house I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down. If I didn't calm down now I would go in there and do or say something stupid.

I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how to act. I had never had an actual boyfriend that cheated on me-never minding that fact that he was only my second serious boyfriend-and I didn't know what to do now. How were you suppose to approach your boyfriend after you caught him cheating?

That left me two options at the moment: stand outside like an idiot for the rest of the night or go into the house and just get it over with.

I choose Option 2.

A/N: Sorry about the wait, its been a long and stressful few months. I was going to make this the last part, but it got too long so I just split them into smaller parts.

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