"Lourdy, I can explain".

Lourdy. A nickname that my dad gave her when she was just a child. A nickname that she used to love with a mighty passion.

"Explain what?" Said another voice.

"Mom, Gabriella está embarazada" said Lourdes.

"mi hija ¿es verd-?" She stopped short when she noticed the tiny little bump. "Ricardo!" she yelled.

"Mom, please don't." I begged shaking my head.

"Ricardo!" she shouted once again.

"What is it Maria. Voy, voy calmate" He stood outside of my bedroom and asked "¿Qué pasó? Are the girls fighti-"

"Gabriella is pregnant."

My dad's skeptical eyes found mine and he shook his head. "Come on Maria, that is not funny. I know you don't wanna move but using our daughter to-"

"Mira su estómago"

"Geez mom" I muttered while trying to cross my arms around my chest. But the damage was done. My dad already noticed it.

"¿Quién es el padre?"

"Dad I am so sorry."

"Responde a la pregunta" He said calmly. This isn't good.

"Troy Bolton"

"I see." He nodded. "Well we gotta finish packing. I suggest you start packing Gabriella". With that he walked away.

"I am very disappointed in you." said my mother softly and she too walked out of my room.

And that left me and Lourdes alone in my bedroom. "You need to leave." I said with contempt.

"How is any of that my fault? You're the one who's pregnant with someone's child who's not even your boyfriend. Does Hunter know?"

"No and I like it that way."

"It's not any of my business anyway."

"Oh so now you decide to mind your own business."

"I'm gonna let that slide and pretend it's your hormones talking."

"Get out!"

"How far along are you?"

"Get out!"

"When did you hook up with this Troy Bolton anyway? What's with you and white guys?"

"Get the hell out of my room Lourdes."

"What's with all the yelling?" barged in Javier.

"Gabriella's knocked up by some douche that's not Hunter and she's determined to take it all out on me." And with that she walked out.

Javier stood there with his mouth agape for about two minutes until he snapped out of it. "Those pregnancy tests…..They were yours?" I chose to remain silent. "Gosh how could I have been so stupid? Why did you say they weren't yours?"

Again, I chose to remain silent. "Answer me damn it."

I flinched slightly by his tone. "Because I didn't want them to be mine. I thought that if I didn't believe they were mine then…"

"They wouldn't be." he finished.

"Yes."

"Do they know?"

"Who?"

"The parents….I mean our parents."

"Yeah…I got that. And yes."

"What about this Troy person?"

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"Because I haven't gotten to it yet?"

"Again, why not? Hasn't it been like three months?"

"Something like that."

"Well have you told that boyfriend of yours? What's his name again? Hunter?"

"Yes and no."

"What does that mean?"

"He knows I'm pregnant but he thinks it's his."

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. A bad habit when he's frustrated. "Damn it Gabriella, When did you become so messy?"

"It wasn't on purpose."

"I hope you figure this out before we move to Georgia Now if you'll excuse me...I gotta go unpack." he said then walked out.

"Yeah, me too."

After packing as much as I planned to that night, I went to my laptop and went on Tumblr. As I was scrolling through my dashboard, my phone beeped with an incoming text message. I looked at the screen and Shar's name was flashing. I chose to ignore it and continued scrolling.

Barely two minutes later, my phone started ringing. I didn't even bother looking at the screen for I knew who it was.

"Sharpay I'm busy"

"Busy doing what? Picking your nose." answered her snotty voice.

"What do you want?" I snapped.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Nothing." I sighed. "I'm sorry. Just having an extremely bad day."

"Well prepare for it to get worse."

"I doubt it."

"Trust me it will."

"Why?"

"You heard of that East High Instagram page right?"

"Yeah...what does that have to do with me?"

About a year ago, somebody opened an Instagram page names East High Tells. On it, people's dirty laundry is aired, regardless of it being true or false. What I can't understand is why Sharpay feels the need to bring it up to me.

"You're on it." she said slowly.

"Wait, what?"

"You…are…on…it." she says enunciating each word slowly to make sure I process it.

"What the hell? Why am I on there for?"

"Someone knows about your bun that's cooking."

"But who would have posted something about me? I'm a nobody."

"Don't know but-"

"Gabby, we're going to Subway, do you want to come or eat Daniel's atrocious food?" Yelled Javier from downstairs.

"Uh I'm busy, just bring me whatever you're having" I yelled back at him. "I gotta go Shar." I said into the receiver.

"But wait-"

Before she could finish I hung up the phone and logged on to Instagram. I didn't follow the page so I searched for it. And sure enough there was a picture of me on there with the captions reading: "Little miss perfect is no longer perfect. Word on the street is homegirl is knocked up. Who is the baby daddy one might ask? Well she told her long time on and off bf HunterM65 that he was, but I remember seeing her getting cozy with TBolton69 at his house party. Am I the only one who thinks Gab_Montez is playing poor Hunter? Leave a comment below."

I was beyond mortified by what I had seen. Who could've done this? Better yet, who heard the conversation between Hunter and me?

There were suppose to be an 'at' before the usernames but FF is acting stupid as usual. So the idea of the IG page did not come from gossip girl. This actually happened at my school last year, and the cops had to get involved. Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter. It's not a lot but I feel accomplished so. R&R pls! And of course a special thanks to beautiful beta, A1294 for reading and correcting this for me.