Troy had left the room before Gabriella even woke up. He'd go back before leaving with the team, but he wanted to get this over with. He had to expose Sharpay for the lying bitch she was. He couldn't believe how desperate she was to keep a hold of him, despite having lost him eight months ago, that she was willing to lie about a child that didn't even exist. He was was sure he hated her. He knew he was disgusted with her.
He took in a sharp breath, lifting his hand and knocking. He wanted to believe she wouldn't lie. But why wouldn't she? She had every reason in the world to, but she had already lost him. Did she think that somehow she could get him back? Troy was happy with Gabriella. He always had been. He loved Gabriella and no one could ever take her place. He had felt bad that he had left Sharpay the way he had, but he had never and could never love her the way he loved Gabriella.
Sharpay had just woken up and groaned when she knew she had to wake up for another day of pretending. She had a almost five more months of pretending to go until she could get rid of that hot baby belly and go back to wearing cute little outfits like she used to wear. Yes, she'd be taking care of some brat she had to adopt, but at least this way she could adopt a child that looked like Troy and no one would ever know she had been pregnant with Julian De Aquila's child.
She thought about him every day. She couldn't believe he was missing. She knew that if he was missing this long, that most likely meant he was dead and his body was just floating around somewhere out there in the Pacific Ocean somewhere. She hated thinking that, but at least she didn't have to tell him she had lost their child. She silently mourned over the loss, but she couldn't let people know she was mourning. If anyone ever saw her sad, she'd tell them she missed her baby daddy. She still loved Troy, that was true, and to the world, the baby was his, so it wasn't a complete lie. To tell the truth, it wasn't a lie at all. She couldn't admit it, but she missed De Aquila.
Pushing herself out of her bed, she was about to head into the bathroom to take a shower when she heard a knock on the door. Groaning, she quickly grabbed the godforsaken baby tummy and strapped it on, pulling on her pink and white silky robe off the chair beside the door. She wrapped it around herself, holding it shut as she ran to the door to open it. Her eyes about bulged right out of her head.
"Troy!" She had to get her composure and quickly. Smiling brightly, she held onto the door tightly. "What are you doing here, baby?"
He smiled, his fakest he could muster up. Sharpay felt her heart leap in her chest. For some reason, she was afraid of him being there. Afraid! She was downright petrified. To think, had the door had been open, he could have just walked in. He would have walked in and seen her without a baby bump, skinny as ever.
"I thought I'd visit my baby momma! Is that a problem?" He looked past her and back down at her. "Not hiding anything from me, are you? How's my baby?" he asked, reaching to touch her stomach.
But she moved before he could touch her. He stepped into the room completely and shut the door.
"We're fine," she answered, walking over to the table where a bottle of raspberry wine had been left out from last night. Her eyes widened. WINE! Shit! She can't have wine, not in front of him anyway. He'd know she wasn't pregnant for sure. She had to get rid of it, somehow, but she had to think fast.
Troy smiled as she turned her back to him. She was hiding the baby, or lack there of. "So, I heard something interesting," he started slowly, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "I heard that someone I used to consider my friend told me something untrue, and I've found out she's a miserable lying bitch who fucked with my head trying to get her way." He grabbed her wrist, tugging her back to face him. "Have you heard that story?"
Sharpay flinched, her eyes wide as she stared into his stormy blue eyes. He knew. How he knew was beyond her. She tried not to let how afraid she was of him show in her eyes or in her lip that was about ready to quiver right off her face. He pulled her hands away from her robe, letting it fall open. He didn't look down. Instead, he rested his hand on her stomach. The feel of it was most defiantly not a woman's stomach. It was fake.
"Gosh and to think I actually believed you." He tugged the stomach off her, throwing it aside. "I cannot believe you! How could you lie to me! Even for you, that's cruel!" he screamed at her, his face turning red in his anger. The force of his voice was almost enough to knock her back on her ass.
"You don't understand!" she screamed back at him with the same intensity, refusing to let him see her fear. "I had to do this! I had to make you believe I was pregnant! If I didn't pretend to be pregnant, I wouldn't ever have had a chance of getting you back. I miscarried, Troy! I'm sorry, but I did! My work schedule was just too much for me."
She hated that she had miscarried. She never would have stopped working, but she had lost the baby. Somewhere inside her, she knew that wasn't the reason. She knew it was because she had heard that Julian was lost and that probably meant he was dead. It was the stress and grief of that that had caused her to lose the baby. I regretted that she lost the baby, it was better this way, but he was never supposed to find out. Now that he had found out, she had no hold over him and no chance of ever getting him back.
Did she really believe any of that justified lies? Making him believe he had a son on the way! Did she honestly believe that? Did she really believe that it was okay? She had to see how fucked up this was. He shook his head slightly, tears burning at the corner of his eyes. He rubbed at them quickly, letting out a shaky breath. It was one thing if a baby never existed, but she was the reason his child was gone. She killed his baby. Yes, not on purpose but her fucking career meant more than the baby, and now the baby was gone. She didn't give a fuck. She used that baby from the beginning as a tool to get her own way and she didn't even care how much this hurt his heart. This was the second child he had lost now, the second child he loved and pictured a future with. Yes, he had Tori, but he had lost Angel and this baby as well. She was a heartless bitch and she didn't even give a fuck. He was sure he hated her, even more so than when he showed up only thinking she was a lying bitch.
"I knew if you found out, you'd never come back to me and you'd stay with her! That's just not fair! Not after everything I've done for you! Not after she ripped your heart out the way she did and left you all alone! I was there, Troy! Not her! I was! And I would have been when she left with De Aquila, but you wouldn't let me anywhere near me. I knew if you found out I wasn't pregnant anymore, you'd stay with her! And I couldn't have that! Not when she's just going to break your heart again! She's the selfish bitch, not me! Your precious little Lily!"
He couldn't believe she was bringing Gabriella leaving again. She always used that to make him want her, to need her, like Gabriella was horrible for leaving. Yes, Lily made her mistakes, but she was a good person. Sharpay was the cruel evil bitch. Not Gabriella! He took in a sharp breath, picking up a vase of flowers next to him and tossing them at the wall. They cracked and splattered glass, water and flowers all over.
"You have no right! None! You evil bitch! You made me believe I was going to be a father! You took the ONE thing you knew that could keep me even as your friend because you are the selfish bitch! If you loved me, really loved me, you would have been honest and let me be with who I really love, the woman I lost myself to when she left! That would have never happened if you left! I wouldn't have lost myself because you never meant that much! At all!"
He grabbed her arm and tugged her closer to him. "You had no right making me believe you, making me want a child that wasn't here anymore. You're the selfish bitch and no matter how you spin your selfish lies, it's still selfish, it's still lying."
He let her go with a jolt. She stumbled backward when he tossed her, quickly regaining her balance, not wanting him to get smug satisfaction of knocking her down physically to add to the smackdown he was already laying on her.
"You're dead to me, Sharpay. DEAD! I don't ever wanna see your face again. Do you understand me?!"
His anger was boiling over. He hated her. And he wanted her to know how much. He wanted her to know how much he meant every word he had just said. She was a bitch and if I never saw her again it would be too soon. Sharpay was sure now she hated him too for even saying her name. She hated Gabriella. She had once been her best friend, but when she walked away from Troy like she did, Sharpay swore she would never forgive her. Sharpay loved Troy, more than Gabriella ever would, and he couldn't see that! She glared at him. He may love her, but she didn't deserve his love. Not like Sharpay did. She tried not to let his words cut as deep as he was hoping it would, she wasn't going to give him that satisfaction. He was already cutting her deep enough. She wouldn't let him dice her. "
She took a deep breath, glaring at him even more. His words tore a hole straight through her heart. She wanted to scream out to him, cry out for him to take it all back. She wanted to BEG him to be with her, but she wasn't going to give him that satisfaction either. He'd broken her, but she wasn't going to let him know.
"You know what! I don't care! Fuck you, Troy! Fuck you straight to hell! Because that's where you're going to be in no time at all. You're going to be back in your own fucking hell, in misery because your precious Gabriella left you again. I know she will, and when she does, you'll be licking your wounds."
Troy glared hard at her, his chest heaving from his anger. He was trying to calm himself down, especially since he knew she had no idea what the fuck she was talking about, but God, he wanted her to hurt. He wanted her to feel bad for her choices, but nothing. She was just mad that he was in love with Gabriella, that he would never leave her. She didn't care that she hurt him. She didn't care the least bit.
"But will I be there? FUCK NO!"
Troy raised his hands, shaking his head. "And your point?" he yelled back, dropping his hands at his sides.
"I wouldn't come to your rescue again if you paid me to! So when you're licking your wounds from her disappearing act again, don't come crying to me. This bridge has burned, you bastard! I gave you everything and I still would have given you everything! You would have had the baby you wanted! Just because I wasn't carrying your child anymore, doesn't mean that we wouldn't have a perfect baby four and a half months from now!"
God she was twisted. She didn't get how FUCKED up that was. She was fucked in the head. She lost a marble and it was long gone and Troy was sure there was no help for the crazy bitch.
"But you won't have that now! You'll NEVER have that! You're going to live your life MISERABLE and ALONE!"
Troy stepped toward her, gently reaching down and grabbing her left hand. "Sharpay," he said softly, looking into her eyes. "If you think I give one shit about you, or your so called help, you don't know shit. But doesn't surprise me. I faked everything with you. You weren't even that good in bed." He walked to the door and stopped to back at her. "You know what the saddest part is? The fact that you believed I loved you. I mean how pathetic? I couldn't even past a picture of Gabriella without falling apart. You'd think that would tell you how much I needed and wanted her, but nope. You saw what you wanted."
He shook his head. "You were so desperate for me to love you that you held on till I had no breath in my lungs, and even while you used a baby that wasn't even here anymore, I have making love to Gabriella every chance I get." He opened the door. "And by the way, you are the one who is going to die alone and miserable because no guy loves a pathetic, slutty girl. You have a wonderful evening, Miss Evans. I wonder what you'll tell the media when your baby bump is suddenly gone." He smirked. "Or maybe I should say something. Who knows. Goodbye Sharpay Evans. Forget you ever met me."
Troy slammed her door shut and walked down the long hallway to the elevator so he could spend some time with Gabriella before he left for Carolina. He was glad that was over. I felt like a weight had fallen off his shoulders, a huge, thousand pound weight that he had been saddled with for months. He felt like he could finally breathe, deeply and completely.
Sharpay knew there was no way the words she had would just make him want to stay. She had known it. He loved that bitch and he wasn't going to come back just because she told him he was going to be miserable and alone. He'd take those odds, even if they weren't in his favor. She had treated him good. REALLY good. All Gabriella ever brought him was heartache and misery. Her eyes widened, blazing with more anger, more hatred for her than she ever had before.
Screaming, Sharpay picked up the picture she took of the two of them in a frame, tossing it at the door, screaming loud! She was sure they heard her in the whole entire building, but she didn't give a fuck. She wasn't going to let him have the satisfaction of getting one up on her and telling the press she had faked the pregnancy. She needed to think quickly. She couldn't have him disgrace her good name like that.
She walked over to her purse, pulling out my phone and calling her manager. When she answered, Sharpay spoke quickly, "Dianne, I need you to do something for me, and I don't need any questions, understand?" When she said that she did, Sharpay told her she needed an ambulance as quickly as possible. When she asked why, Sharpay said she needed a diversion. She'd take care of everything else.
Dianne said she'd get the ambulance as soon as possible and hung up the phone. She'd go with the paramedics to the hospital and she'd pay a doctor to say she had a miscarriage. Then she'd tell her manager to tell the press she had to go home to heal. She really didn't want to go back to LA though. She could go anywhere she liked. It didn't matter. But as far as the world would know, it was the stress of not being with Troy that caused her to miscarry. She was in the clear.