Hey guys! Thanks for the great reviews on the last chapter. Here's the next one and this one will actually be two parts. I really do hope to have the next part up by next week...I know that I'm bad at the whole promises thing lol but I do want to get up this second chapter b/c its good stuff (or at least I think so). Hope you guys all had a nice holiday!

"That little coward is barely speaking to me," Sharpay said into the phone as she leaned against her fluffy pillow.

"Still?" Taylor questioned from her end of the phone.

"He's coming over for lunch so I'm hoping he'll talk. Otherwise I'll make him squeal and trust me, it won't be pretty."

"I tried getting in touch with Gabriella but her old cell phone number wasn't in service anymore. I can't believe that Ryan and Gabriella are dating!"

"Lets be honest Tay, they're not dating, Ryan doesn't date…he just has fuck buddies!"

"Fuc…I mean Gabriella has never been a sleepover buddy," Taylor changed her choice of words when she noticed Brandon standing next to her. "Hold on a sec I need to get Brandon a juice box."

"Fine but hurry up," Sharpay seethed against her pillow, if she wasn't five months pregnant she would have kicked Ryan's scrawny ass by now.

"Sorry Shar, I'm back now and childless," Taylor said after a few moments. "But like I was saying Gabriella isn't really one whose been known to sleep around."

"Well that's all Ryan does, you know that he's Mr. commitment-phobe. And besides what do you really know about Gabriella anyway? The last meaningful conversation you had with her was like years ago. She probably whored it up at school as soon as Troy moved back here."

"You mean when you stole her boyfriend from her?"

"Excuse me? Taylor McKessie Danforth, you know damn well that Troy and I were just friends when he moved back home. We didn't even date until our senior year of college."

"I know, I was only joking, you need to relax. I didn't know that you were this hormonal."

"Let's not bring my hormones into this conversation, trust me girl you do not want to go there. But I've got to go anyway, I just heard Ryan's car pull into the driveway and I've really got to pee before I haul myself downstairs."

Taylor laughed, "Well you give him hell honey and then give me all the details."

"Will do Tay oh and kiss the kids for me. I'll talk to you later."

"Bye."

Sharpay threw the phone back on the bed and made a mad dash for the bathroom. Lately the baby was playing kickball with her bladder and she was a little pissed off. She had previously read that the constant peeing was supposed to stop until the latter part of the third trimester. Little Elmo, however, had other ideas. The baby was just as stubborn as she was so she really couldn't blame her unborn baby; he or she was just a chip off the old block. After her bathroom break, Sharpay headed downstairs and as she got closer she could hear voices in the foyer. Troy's, Ryan's and a very, very annoying high pitched squeaky one which could only belong to one Gabriella Montez. Why the hell was she here…and more importantly why was she hugging her husband?

Sharpay clutched the banister as she joined them at the bottom of the stairs.

"Hello," Sharpay managed to speak in an eerily calm voice, one that didn't go unnoticed by either her husband or her brother. Troy glanced at her quickly and immediately knew she was unhappy. Ryan, on the other hand, was a little scared, knowing that he was in trouble.

"Oh hi Sharpay," Gabriella squealed. "I hope you don't mind that I've crashed this little party…he he…that's like twice in less than two weeks…he he. I just had to come and apologize for my behavior at your party. It's so unlike me, I never drink that much. I thought I could hold my liquor but I guess not."

"Yes that was quite apparent after you vomited all over my kitchen."

"Oh gosh I'm so embarrassed….and just the thought of you having to clean up just pulls at my heart," Gabriella pouted and patted her heart which appeared to be under a nice set of double ds, those were definitely new.

"Oh don't worry, I didn't," Sharpay replied.

"Yeah that was my job and don't think that I've forgiven you for that one," Troy smirked.

"Oh Troy," Gabriella laughed loudly and swiped Troy on the shoulder.

"Can we eat? I'm starving," Ryan finally spoke.

"Me too, let's go," Troy led the way to the kitchen.

Sharpay held back and grabbed onto Ryan's hand. "Oh my dear brother how I've missed you so."

"So sweet you two are! I forgot how close you guys are," Gabriella grinned as she followed Troy down the hallway.

"She…I can explain," Ryan began as soon as Gabriella was out of ear shot.

"You better, before I end up being an only child," Sharpay continued to walk.

Ryan gulped nervously, "I was at this…"

"Come on Ry," Gabriella appeared next to them from out of the blue. "You need to help Troy out with lunch. I've been dying to talk Shar."

"But I…I was," Ryan muttered nervously, unable to find the right words.

"Oh go ahead Ry," Sharpay squinted at him making Ryan even more uneasy than he already was.

"Go you big lug! Its girl talk time!" Gabriella giggled for the thousandth time since she'd been in the Bolton home and kissed Ryan's cheek. Sharpay immediately felt nauseous at the disgusting little display of affection. She hoped that she wouldn't vomit at the sight. Although the prospect of throwing up the three cinnamon buns that she had devoured for breakfast on Gabriella's ugly cheap shoes did secretly thrill her.

"Let me feel, let me feel," Gabriella placed both of her hands on Sharpay's belly before Sharpay had the chance to object. "Aww," Gabriella closed her eyes momentarily and practically swayed as she held onto Sharpay. "I think it's a girl," she smiled brightly when she opened her eyes.

"And what makes you think that?" Sharpay eyed her.

"I'm always right about these things."

"Well Troy and I are waiting until the baby's born. We think not knowing the sex of the baby is one of the biggest surprises in life."

"Well when you pop out a baby girl in a few months, you are going to be owing me $50 bucks. So when are you due anyway?" Sharpay opened her mouth to speak but Gabriella kept going. "No don't tell me, I'm great at this too. I'm going to go with March, so you're about seven months pregnant."

Sharpay forced herself to keep her hands at her side before they took hold of Gabriella's neck. "May, I'm due in May. I'm only five months along," And damn you for thinking that I'm further along than I actually am, Sharpay kept that thought to herself. The nerve of that little witch! Rebecca, Sharpay's doctor, had even told her that she needed to gain a few more pounds. Stupid Gabriella needed to get her eyesight checked out.

"Well silly me, you just look so healthy. That baby's obviously not missing a meal," Gabriella laughed again. "And your face, just look at you! No some people might think that you were having some skin problems or something but I just know you've got that mother's glow!"

Skin problems? Oh hell no! Sharpay moved into the kitchen, trying to follow that age old adage, "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all." Better late than never (she'd never used it before) but this time was different. If she didn't' keep her mouth shut, she could somehow end up in jail for murder. And she didn't want to give birth to Elmo in prison, that would just be tragic.

"Hey ladies," Troy smiled at Sharpay as he grabbed the bowl of salad off of one of the dark granite countertops. "Should we head into the dining room?"

"Oh no, no, no! Don't you Boltons get fancy on my account. The kitchen is just fine," Gabriella answered quickly.

"Are you sure?" Troy questioned.

"She's sure," Sharpay replied taking a seat and she didn't plan on getting up anytime soon either.

Troy placed the salad in the center of the table while Ryan placed the piping hot casserole dish full of delicious lasagna right next to it. Troy went back for the stack of plates and silverware while Ryan sat down across from his sister. Gabriella, of course, sat down right next to him.

"What can I get everyone to drink?" Troy asked as he placed down the plates and silverware.

"Um juice would be fine for me," Gabriella answered sweetly.

"Beer if you have it," Ryan replied, he sure did need a little alcohol courage.

"Hon, it's the middle of the day," Gabriella nudged Ryan.

Gag me, Sharpay thought as an idea popped into her head. "I'll have a rum and coke," Sharpay answered just as sweetly as Gabriella had and even batted her eyelashes at Troy.

"Sharpay!" Gabriella exclaimed, quite horrified. " You're not supposed to drink alcohol when you're pregnant!"

"I'm not?" Sharpay feigned shock.

"Don't you know the dangers of fetal alcohol syndrome! And your baby could…"

"She's kidding!" Ryan and Troy managed to shout at the same time.

"Yup that's me, such a kidder," Sharpay echoed, Gabriella was so gullible but at least Sharpay was able to have a little bit of fun. "Juice for me too baby."

"Sure," Troy replied as he gave her a quick glare, warning her to play nice but Sharpay just brushed him off.

"Well I guess that was kind of funny. You really had be gong there for a minute Shar. But just the thought of your unborn little girl coming out all disfigured and…"

Ryan interrupted her, "Wait? You guys are having a girl?" Ryan questioned, feeling a little hurt. He knew that Sharpay was angry with him but she should have told him that he was going to have a little niece to spoil rotten.

"No, we're waiting until delivery day to find out. You already knew that Ryan," Sharpay said back to her brother.

"I'm 99.9% positive that it's a girl. I'm so good at these things, especially after the baby and I connected. Shar was nice enough to let me feel her big bump but sadly the baby didn't give her Auntie Gabriella a nice welcoming kick," Gabriella explained.

"Maybe next time," Sharpay replied almost automatically as she put some salad on her plate. And by maybe next time, she meant never! Little Elmo would never have an Auntie Gabriella….eww! The poor kid would be traumatized from all the rainbows and butterflies that Gabriella would throw its way.

"I still can't believe that you two are having a wittle baby! Or that you're married, its so unreal! I'm still just so terribly upset that I couldn't make it to that gorgeous wedding of yours."

"Oh me too, Gabriella, me too," Sharpay faked a sympathetic frown and giggled internally. Too bad they didn't even invite Gabriella to their lavish wedding. God, Gabriella had really flipped her lid.

"My mother was very sick at the time but we both loved those beautiful silver and blue invitations. I still have it in my keepsake box," Gabriella smiled across the table at Sharpay.

Sharpay's eyes widened when Gabriella mentioned her wedding invitations. How the hell did she know what they looked like, "How did you…"

"Ok drinks are here," Troy interrupted his wife, looking plenty guilty as he placed their drinks on the table. "I'm starved, lets eat," he sat down next to Sharpay and added some salad to his plate.

That little snake, Sharpay glared at Troy who became very interested in his salad. She couldn't believe that he invited his stupid little ex girlfriend to their wedding and didn't tell her. Not only was Ryan on her 'hit' list but so was Troy.

"Mom told me that you've already got your maternity line coming out," Ryan spoke up trying to break the tension at the table.

Sharpay genuinely smiled at her brother, now this was something that actually made her smile. "Just a few test pieces, only being sold at the boutique to see how they do. And hey, if they don't sell at least I'll get some great maternity clothes to wear for the next four months."

"That's so spectacular Shar, its nice to see you so passionate about all of this. I still can't believe that you didn't want this baby, you would never know it," Gabriella mentioned as she took tiny bites of her lettuce.

Troy dropped his fork on his plate and Sharpay turned to him, the anger evident on her face.

"I mean I completely understand. You're so young, beautiful and successful, why would you want to ruin that great figure of yours? Or have to design clothes with a baby strapped to your back. I told Troy that I would have felt the exact same way if this happened to me so suddenly. These silly men of ours just don't understand us women," Gabriella went on.

"Honey," Troy tried to intervene as he saw the wild look that was currently in possession of Sharpay's brown eyes.

"When did Troy tell you that?" Sharpay questioned Gabriella, ignoring Troy's pleading looks.

"Oh yesterday at the office," Gabriella replied, clueless to the fact that Sharpay was bordering on a meltdown.

"Troy's office?" Sharpay was quick.

"Sharpay, let me ex…" Troy began.

"You're interrupting Gabriella dear, she's trying to talk," there it was again, that eerily calm voice that sent shivers up Troy's and Ryan's backs.

"Yeah I went to Troy's office to shadow him yesterday. I'm applying to internship programs but I'm still undecided and I've just heard wonders about Troy in the medical field. Troy had such an easy workload yesterday so we just caught up all afternoon. Then I tagged along to the U of A game, it was so great to see Troy helping the basketball players when they got hurt. You must be so proud of him Shar," Gabriella smiled at Sharpay.

"Will you excuse me?" Sharpay stood up fast although she felt slightly woozy. "I'm not feeling so well," she quickly left the table, heading to her bedroom.

"Sharpay!" Troy followed her just as quickly, knocking his chair over in the process.

"Oh poor Shar, morning sickness must be such a downer," Gabriella sympathized.

"Oh yeah," Ryan responded nervously, he knew that Sharpay was not sick but rather she was furious.

"Pay," Troy followed Sharpay up the stairs.

"Don't talk to me!" Sharpay hissed as she stomped into the bedroom.

"Baby I'm…" Troy reached out to her.

"Oh don't baby me!" Sharpay exclaimed pushing him away.

"Let me explain Pay."

"What? About how you and Gabriella went on a date!"

"It was not a date, you know that. She really stopped by for work purposes. She even spent time with Rob and Steve trying to see how they worked. At the game, she even tried to make a few diagnoses on her own. When I got home you were already sleeping and this morning you went to open the boutique before I got up. I just didn't get the chance to tell you. I was going to today, after lunch but I had no idea that she was going to be here."

"Whatever! I don't care about that! What in god's name would possess you to tell her that I didn't want our baby!"

"Pay I didn't! She…"

"That wasn't anyone's business but our own. I didn't even tell my own mother. How could you betray me like that?" Sharpay was practically sobbing now, just remembering how she acted toward her unborn baby tore her apart. She had to live with those thoughts and memories every day and she never intended for anyone else to know.

"Listen to me," Troy took her into his arms even though Sharpay protested violently. "Baby you need to calm down, its not good for you or the baby."

"Let go of me Troy! I mean it!" Sharpay cried as she squirmed in Troy's arms, trying to break free.

"No you're going to listen to me honey," Troy said calmly. "Yes Gabriella and I talked but I never, never said that you didn't want this baby. I told her it came as a shock to both of us and we weren't sure if we ready at first. I also told her how excited we both are and how wonderful of a mother you're going to be."

"Why should I believe you?" Sharpay sniffled in response.

"Because," Troy released his hold on her arms and gently reached for her face instead. "I'm your husband and I love you with all my heart and I've never lied to you before."

"I love you too," Sharpay wrapped her arms around Troy's neck. "And I believe you."

"Thank god," Troy kissed her gently and wrapped his arms around her.

"I'm sorry I go so worked up about this but…"

"You don't have to apologize. I'm sorry that you got so worked up about this, you're pregnant and you don't need the stress. You look like you might pass out."

"I am feeling pretty tired now," Sharpay sighed against him.

"Let me get rid of Ryan and Gabriella and you get some rest."

Sharpay nodded, "That sounds perfect. Will you come up and lie down with me too?"

"There's no place that I'd rather be."

"Good! And can you bring me up a plate of lasagna?"

Troy grinned, now that was the Sharpay that he knew and loved. "Of course baby."

A few minutes later Ryan and Gabriella were history and Troy and Sharpay were all snuggled in their big, cozy bed. The only thing that separated the two was a plate full of lasagna. As a pregnant woman, Sharpay just didn't think it was right for a nice, hot meal to go to waste.

"So I've got a confession to make," Troy said as he fed his lovely wife a nice sized bite of lunch.

"What?" Sharpay asked with her mouth already full.

"I have lied to you in the past."

"What?" Sharpay repeated herself, her brown eyes went wide.

"The only lie that I've ever told you was when we were in second grade," Troy grinned. "It was Valentine's Day and…"

"You told me you hated me," Sharpay finished for him.

"Yes I told you that I hated you and…"

"You pushed be down to the ground and I bruised my knee in front of the whole second grade class…not cool, Bolton, not cool."

"Pay I owe you my sincerest apology."

"Yes you do," Sharpay smirked, "but I'm not sure that I forgive you. I can't believe that I married you after that little stunt."

"I know, I'm scum of the earth but in my defense I didn't know any better. I was a stupid little boy."

"I agree with you there."

"It was all Chad's fault."

"Oh really? So I should start sending Chad hate mail instead of you?"

"I won't stop you," Troy chuckled. "It all started the night before Valentine's Day. I worked for an hour making you the best Valentine's Day card I could. I really wanted my mom's help but she was too busy with Tara who at one and a half was already a pain in my ass."

"Troy," Sharpay rolled her eyes. "Get back to your story…You were making me a Valentine's Day card?"

"Of course, I wanted you to be my lady friend."

"Your lady friend?" Sharpay burst out laughing. "In second grade?"

"I loved your pigtails and your pink mary janes, very cute!"

"I was very cute, wasn't I?"

"Still are," Troy kissed her forehead. "So I finally finished my card, it was a huge, lopsided red mess but I was so proud of it. My mom told me it was amazing, moms are such liars, that was the ugliest thing ever. So the next day, Chad and I walked to school together like we always did for over twelve years."

"You know sometimes I wonder about you and Chad, I think that you two were a little too close."

Now it was Troy's turn to roll his eyes, "Anyway I showed Chad my fabulous card and he laughed at it."

"I hope you punched him in the face."

"Nah," Troy shook his head.

"I get pushed onto the ground for doing nothing but Chad makes fun of your card and you still become lifetime best friends? Very shady to me!"

"Would you like me to punch him?"

"Actually I think I might enjoy that."

"I'll ambush him at the gym next week, ok back to my story. Chad, in all of his infinite wisdom, told me that I couldn't give you the card. He told me that his older brother said that if you liked a girl, you had to be mean to her. You couldn't just tell her that you liked her, that was for sissies. That's not how the game works so I had to play the game right. I was going to get made fun of if I gave you the card so I just couldn't let that happen. I threw it in the bushes on the way to school."

"Wow, I didn't get my card because of the doofus Danforth brothers? Isn't Chad's older brother Chris divorced?"

"Twice," Troy replied.

"So why did you push me?"

"Because Chad caught me staring at you all day and said that I had to cut it out. I told him that I didn't like you anymore so he said prove it. I said okay and he said go push you so I did."

"Troy I just don't know what to say," Sharpay frowned at him. "After that confession of yours, I think…I think we might need some time apart."

"No…no not that," Troy laughed as he stole a bite of lasagna.

"You know I was going to let everything slide but you just ate part of my lunch!"

"Sorry how can I make it up to you?"

"Get me some more, this isn't enough for me," Sharpay held the plate out to him.

"You're lucky I love you so much to serve you so often."

"You deserve it, you practically beat me up in second grade. If Elmo's a boy, I hope he's not as stupid as you."

"Thanks baby, you're so kind," Troy chuckled as he climbed off the bed with her plate.

"Hurry up, we're hungry," Sharpay patted her belly for emphasis.

Sharpay struggled to carry her huge shopping bags into the house but finally managed to do it. Her cell phone was shrieking the instrumental version of Auld Lang Syne, she'd forgotten to change it after the holidays, but whoever it was would just have to wait. After dropping her bags by the back door, Sharpay hurried off to the bathroom. After relieving herself, Sharpay threw her coat in the closet and reached for her cell phone. She had one missed call and voicemail from Troy; Sharpay smiled at the sight of her husband's name and brought her phone up to her ear to listen.

"Hey Pay, its me! The Redhawks won so we're going to grab a quick bite to eat to eat…Shh…alright, I'll tell her…Gabi says hi honey," Sharpay rolled her eyes, Gabriella was still doing work at Troy's practice. Although, luckily for Sharpay's sanity, Gabriella was working with their most experienced doctor and not her husband. "Hope you and Taylor had a nice dinner, give Elmo my love and I love you too. I'll see you soon."

"Elmo I've got a message for you, Daddy loves you," Sharpay gently patted her belly after putting her phone down on the kitchen counter. "Now lets go put this stuff in your new room."

Sharpay was slightly thrilled that Troy was going to be a little longer because she didn't want him to see all of her stuff, or rather all of Elmo's new stuff. After dinner, Sharpay and Taylor had strolled down the street and found the cutest baby boutique. Taylor decided to get Mia a little dress and Sharpay just couldn't resist shopping for herself. Since she didn't know what Elmo's gender was, Sharpay opted for a bunch of warm blankets, neutral colored onesies, and a few cuddly, soft stuffed animals. Sharpay hid everything in Elmo's soon to be closet, Troy hardly ever went into that room so everything would go unnoticed at least for a while. After grabbing four scoops of strawberry cheesecake ice cream, Sharpay settled into the family room to watch a little T.V. Lately she had been watching the health channel, trying to learn even more about pregnancy and infants.

"Hmmm," Sharpay mumbled as she slowly woke up on the couch in the family room. She looked to the digital clock on the DVD player and saw that it was already after one o clock in the morning. The last thing Sharpay remembered was watching some lady give birth to a baby during a Tornado; she must have fallen asleep on the couch. It was so late yet she was still on the couch, normally Troy would carry her up to bed. "Stupid husband," Sharpay said under her breath as she turned off the T.V. and grabbed her eaten bowl of ice cream. She dragged her tired self into the kitchen where she heard an engine turn off in the adjacent garage. No wonder she woke up, she must have heard Troy pull in. It was after one and Troy was just now getting home? Sharpay placed her bowl into the sink and took her place leaning against the kitchen counter. Arms folded, mouth cross, Sharpay waited the few seconds for her husband to enter their kitchen.

Troy stumbled into the kitchen a moment later, surprised to see the lights on and even more surprised to see his wife. "Oh god Pay you scared me!"

"Do you know what time it is?" Sharpay glared at him.

"Sorry I'm late honey, there was a long wait for dinner and then we grabbed a few drinks after."

"Thanks for letting me know," Sharpay said sarcastically. "And by the way you smell like smoke and beer."

"Yeah close corners at the bar and Gabriella spilled her drink on me."

"Gabriella went out for drinks too?" Sharpay questioned, already knowing that she was not going to like his answer.

Troy nodded, "Um yeah," he coughed nervously.

"I thought that most win nights were just for the guys." Troy opened his mouth to speak but Sharpay stopped him. "God she is everywhere. Does she go to the bathroom with you too?"

Troy rolled his eyes, "Come on Pay."

"What? I think that it's a very valid question."

"Its not and you know it, stop trying to pick a fight."

"I'm not trying to pick a fight! I'm upset that my husband spends more time with his ex-girlfriend than he does with his own wife!"

"Its not like that and you know it. She's working with us now, I can't help it that she's at the office all the time."

"Just fire her."

"Sharpay I can't do that, I'm not the boss so I don't have the authority. Besides she's pretty good, she has real talent in the field. I don't know why you feel so threatened by her, she's a nice person. I bet you could even be friends."

"I have enough friends thank you very much and I don't like her. I've never liked her and I never will!" Sharpay huffed. "I think she's the most annoying twat on the planet."

"Sharpay," Troy interrupted. "That's way uncalled for, Gabriella has never done anything to you but she still likes you. You on the other hand…."

"I'm the big bad bitch huh Troy."

"That's not what I was going to say."

"You were thinking it! I'm a bitch and Gabriella's just so damn perfect. I bet you just lie awake at night and think about what a mistake it was that you married me. I bet you wished things would have worked out in California so the two of you could still be together."

"Enough!" Troy exclaimed, he was starting to get pissed off and it didn't help that he had ingested several alcoholic beverages.. "Look I know that being pregnant has got you all crazy but…"

"I'm not crazy, I'm furious!"

"And insanely jealous and for no good reason."

"I do have a good reason Troy Bolton! This is my reason! Why is there lipstick on your collar?" Sharpay grabbed the white color and poked at the smudged lipstick stain.

"Um…" Troy stammered, he had no intention of telling his wife about that little incident. He didn't think she would be awake, Troy thought he could get the shirt dry cleaned without Sharpay even seeing it.

"Did she kiss you?" Sharpay spat out every word, she was fuming mad.

"I didn't kiss her back," Troy replied quickly.

"Un-fucking-believable! You have got some nerve Troy Bolton!" Sharpay began hitting his chest.

"Stop, stop," Troy grabbed her arms. "I didn't kiss her back," he repeated. "She was drunk and when I turned my head away from hers, she got my collar."

"Do you really expect me to believe that?"

"Yes I do because I'm your husband and you should trust me."

"I'm not so sure that I do," Sharpay sniffled, wanting to cry.

"Whatever I don't really care right now Sharpay. I'm tired and I've had an extremely long day, I'm going to bed."

Sharpay was floored that Troy was going to be the one to end their fight. "Not in our room you don't."

"Its my bedroom too Sharpay and I'm going to sleep in it," Troy responded angrily.

"Like hell you are," Sharpay hurried past him and out of the kitchen.

"Shit," Troy groaned as he heard her run up the stairs. He would be a damn fool if he chased his pregnant wife into their bedroom. Instead he turned off all the lights and headed for one of the guest bedrooms.

The next morning Sharpay was dressed and ready to head to the boutique when Troy came tumbling out of the guest bedroom.

"I don't want to talk to you," Sharpay glared at him as she walked past him, heading for the stairs.

"Yeah well the feeling is pretty damn mutual," Troy replied coldly as he walked into their bedroom.

"Ass," Sharpay mumbled loud enough for him to hear as she walked down the stairs.

After grabbing a cup of tea and a muffin from Starbucks, Sharpay made it into the boutique where her and Taylor were going to do a little weekend inventory. Taylor was already in the back room drinking a nice, hot cup of coffee that Sharpay was dying to drink herself.

"You look like you're in a bad mood," Taylor noticed right away.

"Extremely," Sharpay plopped herself down in the chair next to Taylor's and placed her goodies down on the table. "Troy and I had one hell of a fight."

"What'd he do now?"

"I hate Gabriella with a passion!" Sharpay exclaimed. "She hasn't even been here for a month and already she's ruining my life."

"Um I guess this isn't the best time to tell you that I told Gabriella that the three of us would have lunch today."

"No way in hell am I going out with that stupid slut! But if you go, tell her if she ever tries to kiss my husband again I will bury her little brainiac ass alive!" Sharpay screamed. "Hmmm I feel a little better now that I got that off my chest."

"What? Rewind! Gabriella and Troy kissed? What the hell? Speak now Sharpay!" Taylor was so confused but she was prepared to kick Troy's ass if he actually cheated on her best friend.

Sharpay recounted to Taylor, last night's fight with Troy and everything that had been said. "So this morning I said I didn't want to talk to him and he said the feeling's mutual…stupid jerk, I hate men!"

"Shar, I've got to say that I kind of believe Troy on this one."

"What?"

"Troy is like head over heels in love with you, he would never cheat on you in a million years."

"You're my friend Taylor, you need to take my side not his!"

"I am taking your side, I'm trying to talk some sense into you before you end up on T.V. on divorce court."

"Ugh," Sharpay groaned in frustration. "I just…ugh!" Sharpay practically screamed.

"Shar, you really need to calm down. Its not good for the …"

"The baby, I know," Sharpay sighed. "I need a few minutes by myself. I'm just going to take down that Christmas tree, I swear that I told Liza and Lisa like fifteen times to get it down. It's almost the end of January!"

"Shar I can do that, why don't you just sit back here and relax."

"I can't sit down, I need to be doing something to get my mind off of my cheating husband."

"Sharpay," Taylor rolled her eyes.

"I'm going to get the boxes downstairs."

"Sharpay you shouldn't be carrying anything too heavy."

"Tay, they're all empty anyway."

"Oh right, good point."

"Finish your drink while I get the boxes and then we'll get to work together. I want to hear all about Brandon's field trip to the children's museum last week."

"Okay, okay," Taylor replied as she reached for her coffee.

"I'll be back," Sharpay stood up and headed for the little basement under her store. "Eww," she groaned as she walked down the steps, she had forgotten how dusty and nasty this place was. It wasn't often that she went down there, normally trips to the basement were resigned to her employees. "This place is a mess," Sharpay looked at all of the boxes and bins that littered the floor and not one of them had Christmas labeled on them. "Here we go," Sharpay finally spotted several boxes on a few shelving units, which were of course too tall for her to reach. She reached for a short old wooden ladder so she could get the job done. "Note to self, we need a new ladder," Sharpay muttered as her stilettos climbed up the few rickety steps. Sharpay grabbed the first box just as she felt her heel break through one of the steps. "Oh my god," Sharpay screamed as she felt herself quickly fall. The minute her body connected to the cold concrete floor, she felt piercing pain all through out her body.

"Sharpay?" Taylor questioned as she hurried down the stairs. "Oh my god Sharpay!" Taylor screamed when she saw her friend writhing in pain on the floor.

"Oh god….it hurts so much," Sharpay cried as she held onto her stomach.

Troy practically tore off down the street the minute that Chad had hopped into his car.

"Dude can I at least put on my seatbelt before you crash your car!" Chad exclaimed as Troy increased his speed. "What's got your panties in a twist?"

"Ugh sorry," Troy apologized as he braked at the red light.

"What's up with the emergency basketball session?" Chad questioned as he was finally able to put his seatbelt on. "I had to have my mom take the kids and you know Taylor is not going to be happy about it when she finds out."

"I just needed to play! I'm pissed off!" Troy gripped the steering wheel as he waited for the light to turn green again.

"Yeah I kind of noticed that. What happened? Did you and Sharpay have a fight?"

"She's completely unreasonable."

"I take that as a yes then," Chad chuckled.

"Shut up," Troy glared at his friend.

"Sheesh man, don't get mad at me."

"Sorry…sorry. What do you say we head over to the Redhawks private gym that they use off season?"

"We can go there?" Chad questioned, a little excited.

"I've got the keys," Troy replied. "I just need to get a way for a little bit," Troy ran his hand through his hair just as his cell phone started ringing. He glanced down and noticed it was the boutique.

"Aren't you going to get that?"

"Nope," Troy grabbed his phone and turned it off. "I'm not ready to talk to her."

"What if its important."

"Nahh, I'm sure she just wants to yell at me and tell me everything else that I've done wrong. No thanks," Troy threw his phone into the backseat and continued to drive, ignoring the call from Taylor that his wife was being rushed to the emergency room.