Chapter Two

"What do you mean Gabriella's back?" Ryan asked while a nervous Sharpay paced back and forth around her bedroom. Sharpay had just gotten back to her house from a quick grocery run. While she was looking at pasta, she noticed a very familar Latina woman. She thought she was tripping out but she wasn't. It was really her.

"I mean exactly what I just told you!" Sharpay answered, rolling her eyes. She placed her hand on her hip. "She can't be back. I mean, what if she tries to take Troy from me?"

"Troy would never leave you, Sharpay. You know that," Ryan assured his twin sister. "maybe she's here for Will."

"This is going to be so complicated," Sharpay sighed. "I mean I understand William is her son, but this thing is going to be so messy."

"How so?" Ryan questioned. He was barely around Albuquerque since he moved out of the country to work for FLARE magazine in Toronto. He occasionally visited a few times a year but never spent more than a week at home. But he made sure to never miss his nieces or nephews' birthdays, or any special event in his sister's life.

"Will knows about her, Ryan. He knows she left and I don't think he wants to see her. Troy was also so broken after she left," Sharpay's voice cracked. "I mean, you seen how he was-"

"Troy, can you please come over for a bit?" Twenty-two year old Sharpay Evans asked. "You need to get out of your house for a while."

"I'm not going out, Sharpay," Troy quietly answered. "I don't want to leave this house."

"You're going to have to at some point." Sharpay was now frustrated.

It was six months since the well-liked Gabriella Montez, and Troy's fiance, left the city without saying why or where she was going. Troy had done nothing since then except stay in his house. He barely got out of the house. The last time he went out was three weeks after she left. But that was only because the blonde gave him no choice, threatening to stay there until he got in her car. No matter how long she'd have to stay there, she needed to get through to him.

"Sharpay, it's too hard." His voice cracked. Maybe she was finally getting through to him.

"What's too hard?" Sharpay sat beside him on the leather couch.

"Everything." Troy answered.

"Like what?" Sharpay decided she needed to be the bad guy. "Getting out of bed in the morning to take your son to daycare? Going to work so you can provide for him? Being there for William? Is that too hard?" After a few seconds of silence, she began to talk again. "Is it too hard to just get out of the house and try to smile for once?"

"Sharpay, please," Troy sighed. "Can you just leave me alone?"

"No," The blonde firmly said, standing up. "I'm not leaving you alone. I'm concerned about you, Troy. I just want to make sure you get out of this funk. Get some help or some-"

"STOP!" He demanded, scaring the blonde. "I don't want to. Don't you get that? Gabriella left me, and I don't even know why. I don't even wanna leave my fucking house. Just let me be."

"I understand that you're upset, broken, actually," Sharpay lowered her voice. "But that's no excuse to not get out of bed, go to work, and be there for your son."

"I know you're concerned, Sharpay," Troy said in a different tone. "But you don't understand. Gabriella, and I were supposed to get married. Have more kids, and raise our family together. By leaving, she's basically saying she doesn't give a shit about me, or William."

"I know it might feel like that," Sharpay sat closer to him. "But I'm sure as hell that she loved you."

"If she loved me so much then why am I sitting alone in this house?" Troy asked.

"I could ask the same thing," Sharpay sighed. "Where's William?"

"My parents." Troy answered.

"Let's go get him and go out." Sharpay held her hand out, hoping the man in front of her would take it.

"Why?" Troy groaned. "I'm nothing but a terrible father who can't even keep it together for his son."

"You're an amazing father, Troy," Sharpay assured him. "I've never once seen that little boy upset, and he's nothing but happy while he's with you."

"Why do you think she left me?" Troy asked, hoping to get some suggestions that he hasn't yet considered. "I mean, I thought she was happy."

"That I can't answer," Sharpay truthfully answered. "I really don't know. Some people just don't realize how great they have it, and think they can have more."

"It just hurts. A lot." He admitted.

"I'm sure it does," Sharpay nodded in response. "Now how about we go get that cute little boy and go do something fun?"

Troy pulled onto Glendale Ave and drove right towards his home. Sharpay and Troy bought this home nearly five years ago. They bought it as is; a complete dump. Despite it being only half a million, Troy was discouraged, thought it would be better to just buy a renovated house for more. Sharpay convinced him, and they bought it. The renovations took six weeks, but they didn't move in until a few weeks prior to Graham's birth.

He was glad he agreed to the decision. The house was once a complete dump but was now renovated to their likings. Sharpay wanted it all. Her parents gave her some money to use, but Troy insisted they did it on their own. They took a little bit of money from Mr and Mrs Evans but used most of their own.
Sharpay wasn't making as much as her father did at her age but she did earn good money. She was a fashion stylist for quite a few big name companies around New Mexico, and had her own online store. Sharpay was proud of herself. She didn't make it as big as she had hoped, but that didn't matter. She felt accomplished after she launched her website.
Troy made good money as well. He wasn't this big name basketball player that he planned to be but that didn't matter either. He started his own Sports magazine that sold around the US monthly. It rolled in good money. It was one of the top magazines sold.

Troy finally reached the large home, and pulled up the driveway. He parked next to his wife's SUV and took his keys out of the ignition, reaching over to the passengers seat to grab his brief case.
He got out of his car and was almost immediately greeted by his son. "Daddy!"

"Graham!" Troy grinned as he picked the young boy up. "How was school, buddy?"

"It was fun!" Graham answered before squirming, signaling for his father to put him back down.

"Where's Mommy?" Troy asked, walking with his son towards the front door.

"She's inside. Uncle Ryan took sissy to a movie." Graham filled his father into what happened since he left for work in the morning.

"Mhm," Troy nodded while they entered the air-conditioned home. "Honey?"

"I'm in the kitchen!" He heard Sharpay's voice call out.

He dug in his pocket and handed his son a pack of gum. "Here, buddy. Why don't you go share that with your brother?" Graham nodded before making his way up the stairs.

Troy smiled as he watched his four year old disappear down the upstairs hall before making his way down the front hall towards the kitchen at the end of the home. He entered the kitchen and found Sharpay over the stove, getting ready to start cooking.

Her rear had gotten bigger since she gave birth to Logan. It was much fuller. Troy stared at it for a while, not feeling the least bit guilty since that was his wife.

"Hey! Hey!" Sharpay giggled when she realized Troy was looking there. "Take it easy."

"How was work?" Troy asked, trying to change the conversation.

"It was fine," Sharpay shrugged. "And you?"

"Well, could've been better but it was decent." Troy admitted.

"That sucks." Sharpay simply said before turning her attention to Logan, who was sitting in his high chair sipping his cup.

Troy glanced at the clock and looked back at her. "It's seven."

"And?" Sharpay asked.

"We have a reservation at that restaurant tonight," Troy reminded her. "It's at eight."

"Shoot!" Sharpay sighed. "Can't we just cancel?"

"How come you seem like you're in a bad mood?" Troy asked. "My mom's already on her way over."

"I'm not in a bad mood!" Sharpay huffed.

"Okay!" Troy lifted his hands up in defeat. "I'm sorry I said anything."

Sharpay sighed and took Logan out of his high chair, holding him on her hip. "I'm going to go give him to Berta so she can get the kids ready for bed."

"So, we're not going out?" Troy asked.

"I'm sorry," Sharpay apologized while leaving a soft kiss on his cheek. She was about to say something before they were interrupted by William entering the kitchen.

"What is it, bud?" Troy asked.

"I have basketball practice." William held his basketball up.

"I'll drive you." Troy nodded while digging into his pocket and revealing his keys.

"I'll help Berta get the kids to sleep, and we can have some time alone." Sharpay smiled at her husband as he left the kitchen.

"Sounds good."

Troy walked back towards his car after walking William inside the arena and watching the first ten minutes of the practice. He reached the BMW and unlocked it. Once he was situated in the drivers seat, he pulled out of the spot, completely oblivious to the woman walking past.

He was just about to touch her when he stopped the car after hearing a scream. He immediately jumped out of the car to check on her. "Ma'am, I'm so sorry. I had no idea you were even there."

"Quite the drivers we have around here." She mumbled.

Troy recognized the voice, and decided to take a better look at the brunette. It took him a while to realize who had almost hit. "Gabriella?"

The woman looked at him with confusion for a few seconds before answering in awe. "Troy."

He really looked at her this time. This time not only the memories of them came back, but the anger he had towards her. The anger towards her leaving her son, and fiance. He felt his veins pop out, and immediately made his way to the car.

"Troy! Wait!" She called after him.

"Leave me alone, Gabriella." He said coldly while getting back into his car and driving away.

AN: Don't worry! Next chapter will be much better. I'll make the same deal as I did when I posted the last chapter; Ten reviews and an update will come ASAP.