Chapter 10
"What do you mean?"
"She's gone. I can't find her anywhere."
Gabriella hugged him. "It'll be okay."
Troy was hysterical.
"Troy, everything is going to be great. She'll come back."
"No. She won't come back. She ran off with that guy she had a date with. She could be anywhere by now."
Gabriella broke the embrace.
"I never really noticed this, but you have beautiful eyes," Troy said, through his tears.
Gabriella smiled. "Thank you."
Troy looked at her. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I mean, it's nothing you have to worry about."
"I just spilled my guts out to you," Troy said. "Come on."
Gabriella sighed. "I'm pregnant."
Troy stared at her.
"But I didn't do anything! It just, well, happened."
"What are you talking about? You must have done something."
"I didn't!"
Troy began to walk off.
"Wait, Troy!"
He stopped and turned around. "What?"
"I'm sorry. About everything."
Troy shook his head. "First Emmy's gone bad, now you."
"Troy, I didn't…."
"Look I don't even want to hear it."
"Troy, why are you mad at me?"
"You know why?! Because now you've put even more stress on me! I'm already worried enough about Emmy, I don't need you to make me even more nervous!" He walked away.
Gabriella shut the door. She walked upstairs to her room. She sat on her bed, tears in her eyes.
Why had she told Troy she was pregnant? Robbert told her that she wasn't by him. But, the tests had come up as positive, so Troy would have to know sometime.
She picked up her phone and dialed in a number.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Sharpay. It's Gabriella."
"Oh! Gabriella! How are you?"
"I'm fine…."
"Listen. My aunt is a doctor. She could run a few professional tests on you to see if you're really pregnant. You know, we can't always trust those tests that are sold at stores, so, she's willing to help."
"Really? That'd be great!"
"Yeah! And we're right outside of your house right now."
"What?"
"We decided to come over and surprise you, so, yeah."
"Alright. I'll be done in a second."
Gabriella walked downstairs. "Hey, Mom! I'm going somewhere with Sharpay!"
"That's fine!"
Gabriella ran out to Sharpay's car. She got in.
"Aunt Linda, Gabriella. Gabriella, Aunt Linda."
"Hi, Gabriella."
"Hi."
It was a quiet ride to the doctor's office. Other than Sharpay blabbing on about Troy. When they got there, Gabriella was taken in right away. Linda ran a couple of tests on her.
"Gabriella, I'm sorry to say, but you are pregnant."
"Are you serious?"
"I'm very serious."
"But, I…."
"Just deal with it! You did something with someone, okay?" Sharpay yelled.
Gabriella stood up. "Well, thanks." She took out her wallet and through some money and Linda. She walked out.
As she walked into the waiting area, she saw Troy. When he saw her, he got up.
"I figured I'd find you here," he said.
"How?"
"Well, when I was walking home, Sharpay pulled up and told me you were coming here to be tested."
"I'm definitely pregnant."
He nodded.
"But shouldn't you be looking for Emmy?" she asked.
"I cannot find her, Gabriella."
"Don't just give up! You can't! And another thing, why are you here?"
"Because I care about you."
"But I thought you were mad at me."
"Well, I was, but then I realized that I'd lose you, and I don't want that."
Gabriella was surprised when he leaned in close to her. She was even more surprised when she realized he was kissing her.
"Oh, how nice," came a sarcastic voice. Troy and Gabriella pulled apart. They looked in the direction the voice had come from.
It was Emmy.
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"Emmy! Where have you been?" Troy walked over to her.
"Uh, Bob goes and sees a doctor here, so I'm waiting for him."
"No, you're coming with me."
"No, I'm not. You loser."
"Emmy, don't start with me."
"Troy, go somewhere else."
"No."
Emmy pulled out a cigarette. She lit it.
"MOMMY! THAT GIRL'S SMOKING!" yelled a little kid.
"Get lost, you scum!" Emmy screamed.
The kid ran away, crying.
"Excuse me," a receptionist said, coming up to them. "Smoking is not allowed in the building."
"Yeah, well, what do you think I'm doing?"
"Could you please go outside with that?"
"No."
"Dear, do not make me pull that out of your hand."
"Oh, I'm so scared!"
The receptionist began to pull on Emmy's cigarette. Emmy pulled back. After a while, the receptionist let go. A bottle came rolling out of Emmy's bag.
"WHAT IS THAT?!" the receptionist yelled. "HAVE YOU BEEN DRINKING?!" "Uh, yeah."
"You're too young! I'm calling the police."
Emmy got up and ran out the door.
"I am calling the police," the receptionist repeated.
Troy looked around. He saw Bob come out.
"Where's Emmy."
"She ran out of here," Troy said, tears streaming down his face.
"Oh, good. I was gonna end it with her anyway."
"What?"
"She's not pretty enough." Bob walked out the door.
Troy kept crying. He could already hear the police sirens from outside.
He sat down. Gabriella came over and sat down with him.
She didn't know what to say, so she took his hand. "It'll be okay."