CHAPTER 12: PERFECT CHILD

"I fell pregnant, that's what happened."

He looked at her silently. She should've stayed silent.

"You should've told me Gabriella. Why didn't you tell me? Didn't you trust me enough? Was it 'cause I broke up with you? Did I break your heart? Is that why you didn't tell me? Because our relationship really did ruin our friendship?"

Gabriella shook her head, and her index finger on her left hand went to search for the hair elastic on her right wrist, before she messily did her hair up in a pony tail. "It wasn't like that..." she said, earning herself a raised eyebrow, "Of course I trusted you, and our broken relationship had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I didn't tell you. Why didn't tell you? Because I was scared. I didn't want a baby, I was eighteen and pregnant. Pregnant with a whole new being, and, in all honesty, I thought I was going to end up on an MTV show. It took one look at that pregnancy test for everything to fall apart."

He chuckled lightly at the MTV part; she had always been over dramatic about things like that. And though, they were serious issues, even when they had been nothing but youngens, he was always one to lighten the situation.

"Can I ask you something?" he inquired after a moment or three of silence,

Gabriella wanted to retort with the classic "you just did" line, but decided against, this was no time for that, "Sure. Go for it."

"Who is his father? I mean, it isn't, as you confirmed, your current boyfriend."

Gabriella's eyebrows rose slightly as she took in what he said, "What do you mean by "as you confirmed?"

"Gabriella, you're son is five, meaning you had him at nineteen, implying the fact that you fell pregnant at eighteen. I'm not that bad a math, and I'm not stupid..."

The brunette cleared her throat slightly, before whispering a name, "T..." She whispered the rest of it quietly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear that."

"Tony. The guy you met the other day. The one who Sharpay told it was disgusting to chew with his mouth open. That guy."

It was a moment in which the word "awkward" would have been the understatement of the century, but it was in that moment that Troy found himself reminiscing.

"Do you remember when we were juniors and we went to the park with the big ass lake, and you fell in?" he randomly questioned.

"And then they all live fucking happily ever after..." Seventeen year old Troy Bolton exclaimed sarcastically, throwing his arms in the air whilst he, his girlfriend and his best friends made their way down the small hill that lead to a huge lake.

"Not all the time!" Sharpay reminded him, "Like, in... My Sister's Keeper, the older sister has leukaemia, and then she dies because her boyfriend dies! Have a heart!"

Troy's eyes went to the small brunette next to him, who awaited his reply, "I do have a heart," he said quietly, but loud enough for everyone to hear, "But it belongs to someone else... A very special someone," he finished, his eyes remaining on Gabriella throughout his very mini speech.

"Oh gag me..." a voice came from Troy's right side. Chad.

"I would do so happily if Zekey wasn't restraining me!" Sharpay retorted, glaring evilly at their bushy haired friend, who had his arms up in the air in surrender.

"Sorry, sorry!"

A small giggle came from the bottom of the hill, and the two friends, plus Troy, Taylor and Zeke peered curiously towards the base where a petite teenager stood, in all her perfect glory, ripped skinny jeans, and her boyfriend's jersey, grinning up towards them, her gaze fixated upon a certain blue-eyed young man.

"Come on!" she cried, beckoning them to join her, to which the boy who she was staring at ran down the hill and scooped her up in his muscular arms, nuzzling his nose into her neck,

"You got a head start... we were meant to have a race!" he murmured. She only giggled back, "That's cheating Montez. I'm a Jock, I don't like cheaters..."

Gabriella bit her lip in an almost erotic manner, "So what are you going to do about it, Wildcat?"

He grinned back playfully before running off towards the direction of the lake, and before Gabriella could comprehend what was happening, she was soaked to the core, from head to toe.

"I did not fall in, you threw me in." Gabriella argued as she stared at the man in front of her. Of course she remembered that day, it was the day he had given her his class ring, and made a promise to replace that ring one day with one of a more significant kind. He didn't.

Troy scoffed, "Only because you cheated."

"I didn't cheat, I just ran whilst you were watching Chad and Shar!"

"Nonetheless, you got an unfair head start!"

Gabriella smiled, "Whatever Troy, maybe we should have a rematch someday."

Troy nodded in agreement, "Maybe."

They stayed in silence for a few minutes before the pitter patter of tiny feet filled the air,

"Momma..." came a whisper, "Can I come back now?" it was from the hallway near Troy's chair, and as the voice spoke, the tall man turned his face to face the boy.

He was a simply gorgeous child. Ever so slightly wavy locks of dark blonde and honey coloured hair, with obviously natural highlights. Troy knew Gabriella would never allow her son to do anything artificial to his hair; she'd shave his head if he tried.

The young boys blue eyes shone like bright aquamarines and his mouth was formed into a small smile Troy knew he had inherited from his mother.

He was small for his age, no taller than three foot three, his body seemed to have lost all of the baby weight and showed a healthy build.

"Hey buddy," Gabriella whispered to her son, and as Troy watched the little boy clamber into his mother's lap, a sense of envy overcame him, an eerie, unusual sense of envy.

Feeling confused and irritated, Troy stood abruptly, "Umm, I need to go and do... something."

"Oh, okay..." Gabriella replied, confused.

And with that, he left.

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"A kid, she has kid, and he's a fucking great kid. You know, we could've had a kid, not you and me, cos that'd be gay, not that I have a problem with homos, but you know, me and Gabriella. If she hadn't cheated on me..."

Chad sat there and watched as his best friend took another swig of vodka, straight from the bottle, listening carefully to his drunken ramblings about his ex.

"It sucks that she cheated, I mean, it may not technically be cheating, but it's still cheating. We were on a break! Not a break up! There's a difference! A break is when you're still technically together, just giving each other more than little bit of space, to experiment, but NOT SLEEP with other people. A break up is when you can screw all the guys, or girls, depending on your preference, I need to stop with the references to homos... anyhow, you can screw anyone you want! And then she decides to play with my and sleep with me, and believe me when I say we did a whole lot more that just sleeping in that bed... and on that couch, and it that shower, but whatever! And after we hooked up, I thought we were back together! But noooo, little miss perfect runs away from me, and THEN I see her five year later. The fucking best thing is, SHE HAS KID! A PERFECT FIVE YEAR OLD SON! Samuel James."

After another swig, emptying the liquor container, Troy put the glass bottle down on the table, and looked up at his friend with solemn eyes,

"He really is perfect, Chad," He mumbled,

"I know man, I know."

AN: It's short, it's late, and no I'm not referring to a menstrual cycle. I'm sorry, I really am! Please forgive and forget and, it doesn't start with an F, but review?

PS: Angkeats, you make me look so bad... updating every few days, I hate/love you.