Authors Note: Hey There. Thanks for all the reviews; it's good to see I haven't been forgotten about! Thanks also for the many condolences and words of kindness. God bless you all for allowing me into your prayers.
Hope this chapter does not disappoint.
Disclaimer: Aha, No.
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"Hello..?"
Taylor's head was spinning. She couldn't breathe, let alone speak. Chad had a girlfriend. A girl who thought he loved her. A girl who was oblivious to Taylor's existence.
"For gods sakes, hello?!"
Taylor blinked as the voice on the other end got more persistent, and she realised she still had Chad's blackberry hanging off her ear. She cleared her throat and tried to compose herself.
"Yes, sorry, I don't quite know how to use this Blackberry things," Taylor giggled nervously, blagging herself out of the situation.
The girl didn't seem to even be listening. "Whatever. Where's Chad?"
"He's gone. Left his jacket here by mistake. Hence me answering,"
The girl, Kavida, snorted. "And why was he at yours in the first place?"
Taylor sighed. Because we have a child together and I'm in love with him. "I'm staying at his sister's house. Old family friend," Well, it wasn't completely a lie, just a skirt around the truth.
"Oh," The girl seemed put out, almost like she wanted a fight. "Well, when you see him again, tell him he needs to call me back. Its urgent,"
Taylor nodded like an idiot, even though Kavida couldn't see her. "Of course,"
"Well I would stay and chat, but I have a hair appointment in..." There was a pause as Taylor presumed the girl was looking at a clock or diary or something, "23 minutes,"
"Oh I see," Taylor countered, already wishing this conversation was over, "Bye,"
"Wait!" The girl screeched down the phone and Taylor winced, "You will tell Chad won't you?"
Taylor grimaced. "Of course. Goodbye,"
Taylor received no answer, just the dial tone. Thanks for saying goodbye, she thought to herself.
But that wasn't the real problem, and Taylor knew it. Dropping the phone on the ground, she felt the familiar stinging in her eyes. She was going to cry. Because of Chad. Again.
She should've known that it wasn't meant to be this perfect. There had to be a spanner in the works somehow. She remembered what her sister used to say to her when she and Chad had just started dating.
"Why live In a fairytale all your life Tay? It's unrealistic. When the time comes, and you're sitting by yourself with no-one and nothing to your name, where's that happy ending? Real life Is the interesting part,"
She had disregarded those words as her sixteen year old self, but now, she could see where her sister was coming from. No-one was perfect, or lived the desired picture perfect life. Times change and people change; ultimately into a person you just can't recognize anymore. Sadly, that's what happened to Chad.
She left. He moved on. He got a new woman in his life.
She couldn't condemn him for that. If the roles were reversed, she probably would have done the same thing. But, coming round to your ex's house, telling her you never stopped loving her and basically fool her into kissing you...?
Nuh-Huh. That was breaking boundaries.
Her form crumpled onto the armchair, a strangled sob releasing from her throat. Chad had fucked her over. What the hell? Was this his kind of revenge? But he had seemed so sincere, open and...
Genuine.
Taylor mentally kicked herself for believing him. She had probably come across as vulnerable and stupid, giving Chad just enough leeway to take advantage. Well, it wasn't going to happen again.
Because, tomorrow, with JJ in tow, she was leaving Albuquerque for good.
And never coming back.
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Sharpay Baylor sat on the edge of her suede sofa, nervously wringing her hands.
She was waiting for her husband, Zeke, to come home from his restaurant, where he spent most of his time. She was worried how he would take this news of what she had been informed off; for one they had only been married a year and a half at the most. And he had been spending so much time with his career, and so had she.
She jumped as she heard a key in the lock.
Too late. He was home.
"Shar?" He called out, and she heard him drop his keys on the hallway table.
"In the front room," She husked back, her voice thick with nerves.
She smiled thinly when his bulky form appeared in the doorway, his features uplifted inside his gorgeous smile. He walked over to her rigid frame and place a soft kiss on her forehead. She flinched.
"You seem tense, baby, what's up?" His concerned tone made her feel even more guilty.
"It's nothing," She replied.
The air fell into an awkward silence as Zeke struggled to find something to say.
"You'll love me forever, right Zeke?" Sharpay blurted out, instantly covering her mouth after she'd said it. She took one glance at his confused face and cursed underneath her breath.
"Yeah, I agreed that when we did our vows, Shar. What's up?"
She sighed. "Nothing,"
His strong hand found its way to her cheek, caressing it with his palm. "Not nothing, baby. Tell me what's the matter,"
"It's n-noth-nothing, honestly Zeke. I'm just...It's just...Arghh," She shook her head, eyes brimming with tears threatening to fall.
She took a deep audible breath and glanced down at the floor.
"I'm pregnant,"
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"White and red?"
"No, Troy, that's common,"
"They're Wildcat colours!"
"Are we still in high school?"
Troy and Gabriella were sitting at their breakfast bar in the kitchen, poring over bridal magazines. With the cake sorted, and the dress under control, they both decided they should concern themselves with flowers. Funny thing was, they just couldn't agree.
"No, Gabs, but it would be nice, wouldn't it? To have some nostalgia in our wedding?"
Gabriella sighed, putting her water bottle up between her lips. "There is nostalgia, then there is tackiness Troy. I still vote white and yellow,"
"But, I don't,"
"Jesus Troy, do you have to moan so much?" Gabriella screeched, flinging the pen down onto the catalogue. Troy looked at her with incredulous eyes.
"Me, moany? Ha, you're funny Gabriella. How is this going to work out?"
"What?"
"You're the one that said 'we have to agree with one another', and if I remember correctly, you sole chose the caterer!"
"No, we agreed mutually on Zeke! It was obvious!"
They sat there, staring at one another, red faces, stiff jawed. Gabriella was pissed because Troy wouldn't listen, and Troy was pissed because Gabriella was turning into some sort of bridezilla. Troy sighed and turned towards his fiancée, looking her straight in the eyes.
"Perhaps we shouldn't do this then,"
Gabriella sighed noisily, obviously distressed. "Do what?"
"Perhaps we shouldn't get married,"
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Chad walked through the mall, head held low and with a massive New Era cap on to hide away from the fans and paparazzi. He was there to buy something new for Jordynn; since he'd met her he couldn't stop spoiling her.
On his way towards the toy shop, he pondered what to buy her this time. Maybe a book? Nah, Taylor being Taylor would have bought her loads of them already.
Barbie dolls? Teddies? Crayons?
The possibilities were endless.
Taylor would be ecstatic. Chad was getting involved with JJ, and wanting to be a part of her life. Of course Taylor had something to do with Chad's re-occurrence, and now that they were 'back together' as it were, he was going to be there much more then she had probably anticipated.
He wondered how much loose change he had in his wallet. Putting his hand in his pocket, he searched but found nothing. Eyes wide, he patted his lower body, but still found nothing.
Crap! He'd left his jacket at Taylor's!
Sighing, he looked for his Blackberry to give her a call. But there was nothing there again!
"Ahh, shit," He countered quietly, now knowing there would have to be another trip to Taylors later. Not like he wasn't going to go anyway.
He turned, but before he could do a full 360, the shop in front him caught his eye.
A jewellers.
Pushing himself closer to the glass, he pored over the selection of jewellery on show. From watches to bracelets, necklaces to pendants and earrings to rings.
Rings.
They caught his eye the most, lingering on the biggest rock cut diamonds he could see. He could just imagine Taylors face when he opened the box for her.
What the hell? He thought, Why would I be giving Taylor a ring? He scoffed quietly, shaking his head as if to get the stupid thoughts out of his head: but he couldn't.
Did he want to spend the rest of his life with her? By hell he did. She was everything to him; had been ever since they got together aged 16. Sure, there had been other girls, but none of them quite matched up to Taylor's standards.
She was his utopia, and he always wanted it to stay that way, especially now they were parents.
His eyes felt drawn towards and emerald set in a pear cut diamond, on a white gold band. It was the ideal ring, and Chad could just picture it on Taylor's left hand. He smiled; his mind was set.
By the end of the week, he would be engaged to Taylor McKessie.
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Authors Note:- I'm a bit nervous about reactions concerning this chapter. I will agree some characters were a bit OOC, but I felt it was needed.
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