Sharpay parked in the garage underneath the building De Aquila lived in. She had something to tell him. She didn't know how he was going to take it, but he had a right to know. Honestly, what she wanted to do was go tell Troy, but it wasn't because of Troy she was here. She was here because of what had happened between De Aquila and her weeks after she'd seen Troy.
Even though Troy and Sharpay hadn't used protection when he fucked her in the Staples Center garage against her car, she hadn't gotten pregnant. But when she'd seen De Aquila at a party a few weeks ago, the two of them ended up in bed, their sexual frustrations getting the better of them. And the rest, as they say is history. She was pregnant now, and she was here to tell him.
Taking the elevator up to his floor, she stepped out and walked across the hall to his door, smoothing down her pink skirt. She heard the lock click and turned her head up to look at him as the door opened, taking a deep breath.
"Sharpay?" He looked her up and down. Visions of that night they spent rolling around in her bed flooding his head. Looking back into her eyes, he cleared his throat. "What can I do for you?"
She placed her hand on his chest, pushing him back into his penthouse. "We need to talk, big boy."
If there was one thing he liked about Sharpay, she was very direct. She said what she wanted and did what she wanted. It was nothing like Ella. Ella had a fire when she was in front of cameras, but in private, she was quiet. He missed Ella, and it wasn't as though he and Sharpay had anything going between the two of them, but seeing Sharpay made him miss Ella a little less.
He shut the door, turning to her. "Not that I'm not happy to see you, Sharpay, but-"
She shrugged off her jacket and tossed it and her clutch on the couch, turning to him and placing her finger on his lips. "Silence." She smirked at him. "Maybe I should have said I'm going to talk. You're going to listen."
De Aquila laughed, shaking his head and walking over to the wet bar. "Would you at least like a drink before you take center stage, corazone?" He had done so much drinking since he lost Ella, he was sure he didn't have a liver anymore, but it wasn't as though he really cared.
"No, thank you. Will you just sit down?"
He turned, looking back at her as he poured his glass. "Yes, ma'am." Placing the lid back on the bottle and turning to sit in a chair perpendicular to the couch. "Now. What did you want to talk to me about?" he asked, taking a long, slow drink from his glass.
"I'm pregnant." She blurted it out, no longer putting it off. He needed to know, and she wasn't going to drag it out any longer than she had to.
Julian coughed on his liquor, looking at her with wide eyes. "¡De veras!"
Sharpay shook her head, walking over and tossing the glass of alcohol out of his hand. "I don't understand Spanish, Julian." She spat down at him. Yes, she had enjoyed it when he was fucking her that night, but she hadn't understood a word of it. Gabriella had spoken in it all the time they were growing up and it pissed her off. Sharpay didn't understand it and she wasn't wasting time with him speaking it right now if she wasn't going to. "I'm pregnant, and it's yours."
He stood, not even fazed by her taking his drink and throwing it. He was stuck on what she was said. "Pre...Pregnant? Are you... Are you sure?"
Sharpay rolled her eyes, planting her hands on her hips. "Yes, Julian. We're having a baby."
Julian shook his head, standing up and looking down at Sharpay. This didn't fit into their plans. How in the hell were they going to get Ella and Bolton back if she was knocked up with his child. Then it hit him. This could work out to their advantage. She had told him about the moment she had shared with Troy.
"No, we're not," he said, completely cooling down.
Sharpay narrowed her eyes on him. "Yes, we are, big guy. You stuck your dick in me and released your seed. I'm pregnant and the baby is yours. Don't for a second think you're not taking responsibility for this!"
Julian sat back down, relaxing more and pulling her down into his lap, placing his hand on her stomach. "Believe me, this is a wonderful thing! But think," he said, looking into her eyes -he could tell she was confused, but he wasn't going to make her wait for it- "We can use this to get exactly what both of us want."
Sharpay shook her head. "How does me carrying your baby help us get Troy and your precious Ella back?"
Julian dismissed her condescencion toward Ella and continued, "Tell Troy the baby is his. Ella will be so heartbroken, she'll dump him."
Sharpay's eyes lit up like the fouth of July. "And Little Miss G's life will be blown out of the water and you'll be there to pick up the pieces while Troy and I nestle back into the way our life was before she came back into it!" Throwing her arms around his neck, she kissed him deeply. It was long and hard and passionate. Pulling back, she looked down into his eyes. "You're amazing, big boy! Ooooh!" She kissed him again, hugging him tightly.
Little Miss Gabriella Montez's world was going to be blown to bits and Sharpay and Troy could finally get their life back. He'd come to Sharpay, she knew and Troy were about ready to have their happily ever after and the wicked witch of being the best was going to drown in her misery ALONE.