My Pregnancy Story
"This can't be happening!!!!" I screeched to myself as stood in the bathroom one night, staring at the object in my hand.
It couldn't be! Not now, not anytime soon for that matter. I was just about to start my senior year at East High School. This can't be happening. There was absolutely no way!
Unfortunately, it was. And the proof was sitting in my hand, starting me in the face. It was like it was speaking to me and it was saying: I'm pregnant.
I sighed, falling backwards on my bed and lying so that I was staring straight up at the ceiling.
How was I gonna tell Troy? He was going to be so pissed. He would probably hate me. This would ruin both of our plans for the future, especially his. I don't think basketball players received scholarships when you have a kid. Not to mention, things would be totally crazy at East High.
There wasn't exactly and easy way to tell someone they're going to be a father their senior year in high school. When I thought about it, I came to the conclusion that there was no way.
I heard a soft knocking on my balcony doors but I didn't bother to move because I knew who it was and if it was the person it always was, they knew the doors were unlocked and to let their selves in. The doors were always open to him.
Seconds later, the bed moved as Troy sat down and lay behind me, wrapping his arms around my stomach.
I quickly thought about the gesture and wondered if he would still wrap his arms around me that way when he found out his baby was growing and developing in there. I took in the few moments I had in Troy's arms, knowing that what I was about to say would change things forever.
Troy's voice spoke from beside my ear. "Something's wrong, but I know you well enough to know that you'll tell me when you're ready, so when you're ready, I'll be listening," he said, gently kissing my earlobe.
I smiled to myself almost forgetting that he knew everything about me. After all we have been together 2 years. Graduation would mark 3.
I pulled away and sat up, turning around and sitting Indian style on my bed, so that I was staring directly into the pool blue eyes of his. "i..I," I stopped instantly, feeling all choked up as if I couldn't breathe.
Troy rubbed my back slowly and soothing. "Take your time baby, I'm not going anywhere."
I loved that about Troy. Even though I knew he was probably dying to know what was worrying me so much, he allowed me to take my time and move at a comfortable pace that was good with me, much like how most things in our relationship went. It was almost like when we first had sex. Troy never pressured me, I was the one who suggested it, or brought it on. I surprised him for his birthday, letting him know that I was ready to give myself to him and he told me it had been the best birthday present in all of his 18 years. I guess a baby would sort of be like his belated birthday surprise.
I took a deep breath, ready to speak again. "Troy…you remember your birthday?" I watched him nod, slightly, a small smile coming to his face at the memory. "Well we got more than we tried for that night."
He looked at me confused. "Ella? I don't get it. What are you trying to tell me? Do you regret it?"
"No, gosh Troy no." I quickly covered. "it's not that." God this boy was slower than ever. "I do regret one thing though."
Troy looked at me as if telling me to continue. "We never used protection…"
Troy thought for a second, but then his eyes widened as he looked at me. "El, don't tell me you're…" he trailed off and I nodded.
"Are you sure?"
I shrugged. "I don't know. I took a test, but the box says it's not 100% accurate and that I should go see a doctor just in case."
"Gabriella," he used my full name, running a hand through his hair, getting frustrated. I could sense his anger. He only used my full name when he was mad or if he was in protective mode. This was it, I thought, looking down, feeling my eyes watering. He was going to yell and scream at me and probably utter every swear out there. I felt bad, but I deserved whatever he lashed out at me because after all I was ruining his future by springing this on him.
I could feel the tears running full force down my face by now and Troy's hand was at my chin, pulling my face up to look him in the eye. "Don't cry, babe."
I shook my head, pulling away from him and standing up. "I'm sorry. I'm ruining everything. Your future is destroyed and it's all because of me. I deserve to be yelled at. I deserve for you to break up with me. I deserve anything you do, I just.."
Troy sprang up and over to me, pulling me into his chest before I could even utter another word out of my mouth.
"Gabriella Marie Montez," he said sharply. "Don't you ever say something like again. You don't deserve any of that. You deserved to be loved. I'm not going to yell at you and I'm not going to break up with you."
I cried into his chest. "I'm ruining your future, Troy. I don't deserve this.."
"No," he told me, shaking his head and pulling me closer. "You're my future, you got that. I love you more than anything."
"What about basketball and U of A and your dad."
"Screw basketball. If my dad doesn't like it then screw him too. This is my life and I want you in it and if anyone doesn't like it, they have to take it up with me."
I nodded into his chest, not looking up to meet his eyes.
"Gabriella look at me," he told me sternly.
I slowly pulled my head out of his t-shirt and looked at him. His eyes had become a soft blue as he kissed me gently on the lips. "We're gonna do this. Me and you, we're in this together, you understand me? No matter what. Para siempre(forever)."
I giggled slightly. "Have you been learning Spanish?"
He smiled. "I've been picking some of it up, I'm not taking Spanish classes with you for nothing."
I smiled before leaning in and kissing him. "Para siempre."
The next day, we went to the bowling alley, Troy, the gang, and I. I didn't do much socializing, I just sat a quietly sipped my strawberry milkshake.
No one seemed to notice I was being unexceptionally quiet except for Troy and that was good because Troy already knew why and I wasn't exactly ready to tell everyone yet.
I looked around watching the other bowlers, waiting until it was my turn.
Sharpay glanced over at me after she and Taylor had punched in all of our names in the computer. "Brie, did you get a ball yet?"
I shook my head, realizing I hadn't and thinking how stupid I was because the key to bowling was rolling the ball down the lane. How could I forget to get a bowling ball?
"I'll get you one," Troy offered, getting up and walked over to the rack of balls as Sharpay got up and moved to his seat to sit closer to me.
"Hey, what's up, you've been really quiet."
Ok so maybe I was wrong. Someone did notice I'd been quiet. "Nothing, I'm fine," I said, the words coming out kind of hoarse since I hadn't spoken in a while.
"Did you and Troy get into a fight?" she pressed.
"No, Shar, everything's good, I swear. I've just got a lot on my mind."
"Ok, but if you need to talk," she winked and I giggled.
"You're there I know," I smiled as Troy came back over to me with a ball.
"Hey, is this light enough," he asked, handing me the ball. I could lift it without ease, but it felt odd compared to the weight I normally use.
"Yea, but it's lighter than usual."
Troy placed the ball on the small belt(yet agen idk wat that thing is so yea) and walked over to sit next to me again, whispering in my ear. "I know, I don't want you to hurt.." he trailed off, looking down at my stomach discreetly and I smiled at his thoughtfulness of the baby.
"Thank you," I whispered back. He nodded, kissed me lightly before Chad called him.
"Troy-boy, you're up." I watched Troy sent his ball down the lane and it knocked down all 10 pins, causing the boys to cheer.
I watched Sharpay glare at him as he came back over to sit next to me. "You suck Bolton."
"Love you too Shar," he laughed.
Chad snickered at this. "You girls are so going to lose."
"You know what Chad," Taylor spoke. "Since you're so competitive, how about we change the names around and make this girls on boys."
"Bring it!" Zeke added.
"It's been brought," Sharpay stuck her tongue out at her boyfriend before, grabbing her special made pink ball and rolling it down the lanes, also hitting all 10 pins.
She squealed before walking back over and plopping down next to me. "How do you like those apples?" She said, which caused me to erupt in giggles. This was going to be a good night.
We walked out of the bowling alley 2 hours later with Chad sulking. "The game was rigged."
"No it wasn't," Sharpay countered. "You're just mad you lost to us."
Chad glared before Taylor gently rubbed his arm. "it's ok babe."
"Keep it up Evans."
"And what?" Sharpay laughed. "You'll throw a basketball at my head?"
I watched Chad shoot daggers at her head as if her hair would suddenly burst into flames.
I giggled. "Chad it won't work," I told him.
"Damn," he muttered, making us all laugh before we went our separate ways.
A night out with my friends was just what I needed to take my mind off the worries, flying around in my head, but it didn't make me forget completely, because in all truth everything was just beginning and was far, far from a peaceful end.
A/N: ok so new story in place of MHHIR untill i get around 2 posting the sequel 2 arranged marriage lol hope u enjoyed tell my wat u think REVIEW! plz nd ty