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Disclaimer: If I owned HSM or anything related… Vhudgens would be my best friend and I would soon have connections to JB :P Sadly, I don't own HSM so neither of the two outcomes have happened… yet x)


Gabby's POV

Weeks passed after that afternoon; 2 to be exact. That meant 2 weeks of no kissing Troy… Actually, 2 weeks of no Troy at all (I avoided him as much as possible after that afternoon). It meant 2 weeks closer to my baby-not-inside-me-anymore deadline. It also meant 2 weeks of dwelling on the kiss.

Okay, maybe it wasn't a kiss. It was more of a make out session. Oh well, who cares?

Answer: I do.

Of course I cared! I let myself give in to that insecure area with him only to grow into a deeper hurt. I kissed him because I wanted him. I didn't know if he wanted me though… What was worse was that it felt like he did. Who knows though? It all could be just the side of him that made him break up with me in the first place.

I shuddered.

I hate thinking about it. The break up. It always caused me so much pain. I knew it wasn't good for the baby but – I just couldn't help myself! For a week I knew I looked like the living dead. A zombie. But then I snapped out of it. I thought of my little baby boy or girl. I resurrected the human in me just because there was a human in me!

Thinking about those first few but very hard weeks of being single made me compare myself to Bella Swan in New Moon… I really was close to a zombie like her. Well, a pregnant zombie… Oh good God! I was comparing myself to a heroine in a book about vampires! I shuddered and dwelled on that afternoon where - … I made out with Troy. I cringed.

Instead of thinking about how the session affected me, I dwelled on how it felt to Troy. Did he feel the same way I felt? Did he really feel loved like the way I still loved him? Did he want me the same way I wanted him? Did he feel special knowing that I gave in after the first passionate, sweet, electrifying kiss? I sighed. Did some part of him, no matter how small, still love me?

I ducked my head and blinked back the tears. There was no way I wanted to think about this.

I hurried into my homeroom and concentrated on my work. My grades started to slip here and there at first but once I got my head straight they got back to normal.

Normal I thought with a huff. Is anything normal? I mean, I am a very pregnant about-to-be-18-year-old-mom here! My friends hated my 1 true love – the father of this baby. Said father's ex-best friends never talk to him. I just basically turned the school against him (except of course in a game). How did this happen? I got drunk and slept with him.

I shook my head again.

Since my head was filled with deep thoughts due to pregnancy hormones, I gave up on trying to work. Instead I took out my notebook, opened to a page filled with messy notes and just pretended to write things. I let my head rest against my left hand and bit my lip thinking about the past 7 months.

For 5 months I never talked to Troy. For 5 months I kept this baby alive with much help from my friends and family. For 5 months Troy and I avoided each other. Five incredibly long months.

Then 1 day, he decides to talk to me. Another day we made out. What was happening?

I knew how I felt about him. What I don't know is how he felt – or feels – about me. How he felt about this baby. This child. His child.

I sighed.

Once again thinking about our make out session, something occurred to me. I left with tears stroking down my face. Why did I do that again? I wondered. It only took my 1 second to figure out. To be safe. To make sure I didn't go into that depression again. To make sure that I was emotionally healthy for the baby. I nodded slowly to myself then took a deep breath.

Flipping onto a fresh new page (for no apparent reason), I thought about how I was gonna explain this to Troy. And more importantly what I was gonna say to him. Should I write him a letter and slip it in his locker (oh, that's why I flipped onto a new page)? Or should I just do this face to face so he knows what's going on with me?

Hmm…

After I scribbled something onto a paper and ripped that paper out, I decided what I wanted and conveniently the bell rang for lunch.


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