Here it is; the sneak peek to season two of "Wildcat Fever". I can assure you that this season will feature more drama, romance, and more than you could imagine. I have some big plans for the season that might just keep you guessing. It premieres March 6th!

Gabriella stared at her growing belly in the mirror, tears running down her face. This should be the happiest time of her life, but it wasn't. At least, not completely. She was only seventeen and she was going to have a baby before she would even get to her senior year. It wasn't fair.

Why did God choose this path for her?

So far, the path wasn't going smoothly.

She thought she would have someone by her side through this pregnancy, but she didn't. Not anymore. He was gone and she had no idea where he was. Sure, he was still here physically and she saw him every day. But, his personality and his mental presence was gone. She knew he was hiding something from her, but he kept insisting that he was being honest with her.

But, she wasn't so sure about that anymore. She wasn't sure that she could trust anyone anymore.

She felt her baby kick as if to tell her that she could still have someone to trust in this world. Gabriella simply held her stomach and sank down to the floor in tears, feeling as if she was sinking down, instead, into a black abyss of loneliness.

Chad stormed after Troy, watching as he shot a few baskets on the blacktop at the park. He grabbed the basketball as it sunk through the net and held it under his arm, keeping a glare on his face.

"You are one sick bastard, you know that?" he accused.

Troy furrowed his brows, confused. "What are you talking about?"

Chad walked towards him slowly, pointing a finger at him. "You know exactly what I am talking about. You have a girlfriend that is pregnant and you are doing nothing about it."

Troy scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Oh, please. Don't go there, Chad."

"Don't go there?" This was not his best friend. "Troy, what is going on with you? This isn't you."

Troy looked at him and laughed dryly, pushing him backwards. The basketball fell from his arm and bounced away. "Are you kidding me? You think you know who I am?"

"Troy..." started Chad.

"No!" exclaimed Troy, suddenly growing hysterical as his eyes held angry fire. "You have no idea who the hell I am, Chad. You don't know me or my family! Nobody does!"

"Gabriella knows you," said Chad softly.

Troy's expression changed to a dark one. "Gabriella has no fucking idea who I am. She never has and she never will."

Chad was speechless. This was not Troy Bolton. This was not Gabriella's boyfriend. This was a stranger. Troy Bolton would never speak this way towards Chad and would never speak like this when it came to Gabriella.

Who was this man?

Taylor stood in the full length mirror, wearing only her bra and her underwear. She turned this way and that, looking at her stomach and her breasts. One seemed to be bigger than the other. Her stomach had a slight bulge, too.

"Ugh," she groaned, shaking her head at her appearance.

She knew what decision she wanted to make. She walked over to her bed and picked up the business card, staring at the name and number. She grabbed her phone and dialed the number quickly before placing her phone to her ear.

"Hello? This is Dr. Vulner, right?" Taylor smiled. "Yes, this is Taylor McKessie. I spoke to you a few days ago in person?" She nodded. "Yes, right. I'd like to make that appointment."

Sharpay grabbed her duffel and stared at her room. The bed was completely made, but her favorite pillow was gone. Her closet doors were closed, but all of her clothes were packed. Her dresser held no dust, but her makeup was with her clothes.

This was it.

She couldn't stay here anymore, not with her parents of all people. It wasn't a healthy place anymore and she needed to revamp her lifestyle for the better. She had already made bigger changes these past couple of months, but she needed to make this change to complete her lifestyle turnaround.

She shut off her bedroom lights and headed down the stairs, stopping in the middle of the foyer. She peeked around the corner into the living room, seeing her parents were arguing once again. They were pretty close to each other that she was sure it would happen again, but she didn't care anymore. She didn't want to get in the middle of it again.

She shook her head and left the house, making sure to slam her door on the way out. She highly doubted, though, that they would notice even that.