A/N: Hey guys, sorry about the wait on updates, only have one computer with internet and it's not my shitty laptop :/ One quick change to the storyline is the ages of the Montez/Bolton lot:

-Jay and Connor are seniors

-Troy, Gabriella and Callum are juniors, so the age gap is now one year instead of two. Troy was born in September and Gabriella and Callum in December, so they're already 17.

-Elizabeth is a Sophomore

The story also takes place in March. Thanks for putting up with me, enjoy! x

I groaned as I made my way to my locker. After telling Troy that we were expecting a mini Bolton-Montez yesterday, he'd quickly left the room. I'd been worried about his reaction all night, and I was tired enough to not want to bother with school, which was unusual, due to my 'weird' love of it. I almost groaned at myself for coming in five minutes earlier. But I couldn't help that in the baby drama I'd lost track of where I was in science homework. "Montez, you're looking extra ugly today." A voice came from behind me, and as I turned I noticed Elizabeth Bolton.

"Thank you." I replied sarcastically, turning on the spot and trying to avoid a fight. I really wasn't in the mood.

"Woah…" An arm pulled me back, and I saw Elizabeth's innocent face. "I wasn't aware we'd done talking." She told me, smiling slightly.

"Any other day, Bolton." I hissed. "Just piss off today."

"Why, Montez? What's got your slutty little panties in a twist?"

Suddenly too tired to deal with the hatred crap, I backed Elizabeth into the lockers, invading her personal space. "Look, Bolton. You're younger than me, so have some respect. I'm not a slut, I've only ever slept with one guy and I've been dating him for a long time. So fuck off and stop being a whiny bitch, cause I'm not in the mood."

The youngest Bolton turned and gave me an almost sympathetic look. "Are-" she stopped the question before she could ask it. There was an awkward silence as we both blushed.

"Sorry, Elizabeth. I don't mean to be rude, but I'm not in the mood for the family argument." She grinned at me before looking around to make sure no one was watching.

"I've not been in the mood for it since I found out it existed." She told me, shrugging. "Now piss off before someone sees us." The wink took the malice from her words. Grinning, I turned around and continued into school.

When I reached my locker, I met Taylor and Sharpay, who jumped at the sight of me. "We wrote a list of possible fathers!" Sharpay whispered, and I frowned at her.

"How slutty do you think I am?" I asked, hurt. They shook their heads.

"No, the list is of people we think are attractive enough to meet your standards." Taylor explained, and I nodded. I took the list from them. The entire basketball team was on there, minus Troy. I grinned. "So it's one of them?" Taylor asked, excited.

"Nope." Their faces fell, and I watched as they leant against my locker, discussing more people who may match my standards, and grinned as I opened my locker and started to grab books for the day. I then started to think about my earlier discussion with Elizabeth Bolton. She was right. This whole thing with the two fathers was utterly pointless. Especially with how it originated.

Rumour was, our fathers had been best friends since kindergarten, alongside my mom. Jack Bolton dated my mom for a year before they left for college, and when she broke up with him for my dad, Jack and dad started a mini war. Then, at the ten year reunion, Jack and Dad had fallen out even further when Jack discovered Mom and Dad were still together (he'd felt betrayed) and Dad was angry as Jack had followed his dream of being a basketball coach whilst dad was stuck in an office job. They'd both wanted to be coaches. Jack hated me and my brothers because we were all a part of Maria Montez.

"Gabs?" A voice asked, and I turned, seeing a concerned Sharpay.

"Yeah?"

"Bolton's incoming." She said softly. "B-ball and senior." I nodded, and ignored them, continuing with my locker.

"Slutty!" Connor called, and I rolled my eyes.

"Montez." Was the far more dignified by Troy.

"Drop dead." I singsonged, continuing with the books and then slamming the locker shut. Turning around, Troys eyes connected with mine for a second until I looked away.

"He wouldn't do anything you asked." Connor told me nastily, and I opened my mouth to retort before shutting it again quickly. I'd suddenly realised that saying 'Well he did whatever I asked when we were fucking' wasn't an appropriate answer to your secret boyfriends brother. Who hates you.

"Fuck you, asshole." I scowled, and when Connor snorted in reply, and I stared around the hallway at the group of high schoolers. Realising that my life was a free show to everyone expecting fights everyday, I screamed slightly. "Can't you just fucking leave me alone for one minute?!" I shouted at him. The entire hallway went silent. I looked around at everyone's confused faces. "I don't need this!" I told them all, tears appearing in my eyes. Everyone looked even more confused besides Troy, Sharpay and Taylor. I felt a reassuring hand on my back and turned to see Callum. Suddenly, needing to let the tears fall, I turned and ran down the hall, knowing that Callum, Sharpay and Taylor knew better than to run after me, and Troy would come as soon as he could.

I didn't realise where I was running until I was there, and I almost hit myself when I realised I that I was at the rooftop garden. Where else was I going to go to feel safe? Troy's arms weren't really an option, especially with the family war. I took a minute to control my breathing, and then decided I might as well finish my Science homework before the bell rang, which gave me fifteen minutes. I hadn't got a chance to finish it before getting caught up in the baby drama, which was Sharpay's fault for reminding me. I sat against the pillar holding the roof up and remembered mine and Sharpay's conversation yesterday morning.

"Gabby?" I turned to Sharpay, and smiled. I was in the middle of texting Troy, telling him what creative names were on the menu for the day. 'Afro sucker' was on the list.

"Yeah, Shar?" I asked, smiling, but my smile disappeared when I saw her concerned glance.

"You remember when you disappeared at that party about a month ago?" She asked, and I tried my hardest not to grin. I had disappeared during that party to sneak upstairs with Troy. We hadn't seen each other in two weeks, and he'd texted telling me he was in the room on the left. I blushed slightly as I realised what we'd been doing, and hoped Sharpay hadn't noticed.

"Yeah, I remember."

"You told me you'd slept with someone, and that you couldn't tell me who, because I'd disapprove, and I didn't want to know anyway, because that may mean that they were ugly."

I nodded, "Get to the point, Shar." I told her. "You're scaring me."

"You didn't use a condom." She blurted, and I frowned at her, remembering. We hadn't used one, but how had she known?

"How do you know that?" I asked, and she rolled her eyes.

"You told me. You didn't have one with you anyway, you said you weren't expecting anything. I asked if you used one when you told me you'd just had sex at the party, and you told me not to worry, you'd take the morning after pill." Sharpay explained, and I felt my face start to whiten.

"I never got one." I told her, my throat feeling dry. I suddenly regretted my drunken state that had brought on the forgetfulness.

"I thought so." She whispered. "It's fine, we'll get a test from the school nurse." She told me, trying to reassure me. I wasn't sure who she was telling it'd be fine- me or her.

"Yeah." I whispered, suddenly feeling sick. "It'll all be fine."

I opened my eyes and was shocked to find blue ones looking back at me. I almost screamed, but his hand covered my mouth just in time. "Everyone thinks I'm finding Chad to deliver his shirt." He told me, holding up one of Chad's offensive and sexist shirts. "He told me to keep it, but I don't want to."

I moved my face from his grasp. "You're talking to me now?" I asked harshly, and he looked down.

"Sorry. I was- shocked. I didn't know what to do."

"Stay. You should of stayed." I told him, and he nodded.

"I'll never be so idiotic again." He told me, and I heard the promise in his words. I smiled slightly.

"You know, and I know that you will be." I told him, and he looked down, blushing slightly. I reached out and touched his cheek carefully. "But we both know I'll still love you anyway." He grinned boyishly at me and leaned forward, kissing me swiftly for a second.

"Do you want to go to a West High party tonight?" Troy asked, and I smiled sadly. I wanted to go to the party… East and West High don't get on, so there was no chance of anyone catching us where everyone was supposed to hate us. I had made friends at West High- Jennie, Elliot and Kaycee, to name a few. They pretended to hate us at playoff games, but outside of ridiculous rivalries, we were best friends. Of course, Sharpay and Taylor didn't know about them, but they knew all about the infamous Shar and Tay.

"I can't drink." I told him, and he rolled his eyes at me.

"Brad's birthday party is tonight. They won't care that you can't drink, they love their 'little sis'" Troy pointed out, and I grinned. Brad was the captain of the basketball team, and him and Troy could have been best mates if it hadn't of been for the schools. I nodded at Troy to tell him my 'yes', and thought back to the day we met them.

Troy and I were walking through West High park when Troy scowled. "What's wrong babe?" I asked, squeezing his hand. He nodded towards the skate park, and I followed his gaze.

Before I'd started at East High, I'd been at a primary school nearer to West High, but father had wanted to enrol us in East High, primarily to piss off Jack Bolton. I recognised my ex boyfriend, Brad, and grinned, releasing Troy's hand and running forward to the guy who I'd shared a first kiss with. "Gabby!" I heard Brad call, and I threw myself into a hug. "I missed you!" He wooped, and I laughed.

"Who's here?" I glanced around the park, seeing Brad's best friend Elliott sat with his girlfriend Hannah and her best friend Kaycee. "Kaycee and Halliott!" I screamed, and the trio turned to me.

"Gabby!" They all screamed back, and I was suddenly attacked in a mass of hugs and squeals.

"Excuse me?" I heard a voice, and I turned to Troy. Who I'd left. Shit.

"Sorry, Troy. This is Brad, Elliott, Hannah and Kaycee." I motioned around my friends and pointed back at Troy. "Guys, this is my boyfriend, Troy Bolton." They all gasped, and Kaycee grabbed my arm.

"Bolton as in…?" I nodded, and her eyes widened. "Do you have any idea what you're doing?" She asked, and I looked down.

"I hope so." I told them, and Troy leaned forward, taking my hand.

"Well…" Brad started, and my eyes shot up to meet his. "I can tell you guys are serious." He told me, and I blushed. "And since you two are pretty much taboo for each other, if you ever need somewhere, you're welcome at my house, my parties, anything." I grinned, and threw my arms around him.

Troy shook hands with Brad, and that was the start of the bromance known as 'Trad'.

"Lets go." I told him, and he grinned.

"Sure?" He asked, and I nodded, smiling slightly.

"You have basketball practice tonight, right?" He nodded, and I smiled, thinking of the easiest way to get to Brad's tonight. Grinning when I realised he lived near the mall in Alberquque, I nodded. "I'll go to home and get ready, you go home after practice, and get ready. Walk to the mall, call me and I'll pick you up, okay?"

"Sure." He leaned forward and kissed me softly. "I'm sorry for running away." He murmured, and I shook my head, thinking of how lucky I was that he was mine for the night.

"You've already been forgiven."