I stayed inside my room for the rest of the day, my only friends a pot of Ben & Jerry's ice cream and some sad movies. I sat in the same position until 2.45pm, and got up once I realised that Jay and Callum would be home soon. I got up slowly from my bed, walking over to the door and letting my body wake up from its frozen state. I rushed downstairs, placing the empty carton of ice cream in the bottom of the trashcan and washing the spoon before rushing back upstairs. Upstairs, I cleaned any sign of ice cream and tears away from my face, redoing some makeup so I didn't appear to be any different than normal. Sitting back on the bed and laying underneath the covers, I sighed, closing my eyes.
As I could feel myself drifting out of consciousness, I heard a tap on the balcony door. Groaning slightly, I glanced at the time and noticed it was 3.10pm. I looked at the balony was greeted with the sight of Troy Bolton, soaking from the rain I hadn't even known was falling. I threw my blankets off, rushing over to the door and helping him push the doors from his way.
"Are you okay?" He asked quickly, and grabbing onto my shoulders, he forced me to look him in the eyes.
"I'm fine, Troy." I mumbled. He still looked over me with panic filled eyes.
"The baby?"
"He's fine, Troy." I raised my voice slightly, and stared at him dead in the eyes. His tensed shoulders relaxed and he nodded. I noticed his clothes once again, and was shocked at how thoughtless I was being. "Shit, you're soaking!" I said aloud, rushing over to my wardrobe quickly and passing him a t-shirt that he'd left here some time before. He saw the shirt in my hands and pulled of the blue one he was currently wearing. He walked over to my radiator, hanging the shirt over the warm metal.
"Thank you." He told me gratefully, walking over and taking the shirt from my hands before slipping it over his body. Reaching out gently, I brushed my hands over his stomach muscles, and he tensed at the contact. We both looked up at each other carefully, and as soon as our eyes connected, the urge to feel him, to just be with him, filled me. He leaned forward quickly, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me into him before connecting our lips in one fluid motion. The craving for him intensified as he forced my lips open with his own, and connected our tongues. His arms clung onto my waist and I reached up, wrapping one arm around his neck and running the other through his hair.
"You need a hair cut." I murmured against his lips, smiling slightly as his chuckle was lost into the next kiss. He pulled me towards him, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he lifted me away from my wardrobe and lowered me onto my bed. He lay over me as I rested my head onto the pillows. He kissed my neck, and I let out a low moan as he smirked against my neck. Hovering over my stomach, I giggled, and he pulled away, smiling at me.
"What?" He asked, and I shook my head slightly. He pushed himself away from me and collapsed next to me on the bed. I stared at him, with his wet hair and blue eyes that I loved, despite the family they belonged to.
"What happened the rest of today then?" I sighed, and he looked away. I reached over and nudged him, and he turned to me, sighing.
"Well the good news is that they haven't told the school." He said quietly. "The bad news is that they spent the entire day with the cheerleading squad, Callum and Johnny, and you know how they can be." I sighed, closing my eyes slightly, and I felt his rough hand brush my cheek. Turning towards him, I let our eyes make contact. "It'll be okay." He promised. I smiled.
"I love you." I told him, and he smiled slightly, reaching over and brushing a stray curl behind my ear.
"I love you too." He replied, "And our baby." I giggled again, and smiling, he leant over to kiss me.
He was an inch away when the door slammed open. Silently cursing the fact that we'd both forgotten the lock, we both jumped up off my bed and stared at the open door that was revealing my incredibly angry father and my mother.