Hey Everyone! I usually don't like writing stories because i tend to get really lazy, so i never upload. But that's going to change! Im a huge fan of Fanfiction, and i have read over thousands of amazing stories. My couple would obviously be Troyella, all the way. This new story im working on if called 'Beggin' on your knees.' My inspiration was a lot of stories, and an amazing song. I love Victoria Justice, i mean not a lot, but this song made me think and i thought it was a wonerful idea. It's pretty much like the song, and the episode. I have a lot of experience with fashion, so the clothing will all be labeled to the correct name of it. If you don't know want the names are you can look it up on google, and the pictures will come up. I am truely sorry if my grammar isn't the best, i'm still very young and learning. I will be completely honest with you my readers, and I hope you enjoy this story. Im pretty sure this story wont last many chapters, I was just think about ten to fifteen, maybe twenty. I wll try my best not to write in the chapters like I am now, just because it's annoying a little bit, but if it's important I will. You can always send me PM's, and things like that, but if I don't answer, my apologies. I try to get on as much as I can, but usually I read on my iPod so I don't exactly sign on, but since this story, I have to sign on so I will try to reply to everything. I am still new to the whole account thing, so if I don't notice it, you can always do it by a review and I will answer. My goal is to get to 100 reviews by the tim I finish this story. Help me out? Much Love, Desiree. xo
Summary: Gabriella Montez had everything. From being extremely beautiful, to being very wealthy, and having an amazing personality. She gets offered a job as creating a unique dance for the Lakers cheerleaders and that's where she meets Troy. Her stupid boyfriend cheats on her, and that ruins her. Troy, the basketball players, the coach, the cheerleaders and her dad help her get through it. Will she find someone else that she can continue her life with? Or will that be the end for her?
Warning: I DO CERTAINLY NOT OWN HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL, VICTORIA JUSTICE, OR BEGGIN' ON YOUR KNEES.
Chapter 1: Meeting Her
The blinding sun seeped through the wooden blinds. The suns' rays made the velvet bedroom gleam. The once unconscious body groaned inwardly as the sun interrupted his nice sleep. He ignored the light and just turned over hiding his face under his comfortable pillow.
Suddenly a piercing shrill sounded throughout the spacious bedroom. The small alarm box set on the night table blasted one of Greendays' songs; Boulevard of Broken Dreams. The sleepy human being groaned again, his voice coming out muffled due to the pillow. He stretched out his hands from under the covers and slammed his fist in the 'stop' button. The song stopped, the room resuming into being very quiet.
The persons face poked out from under the pillow turning to where the alarm clock was. The red digital numbers read '8:00 A.M' exactly. Troy yawned tiredly and groaned inwardly for what seemed liked the hundredth time that day. It had seemed that was his routine every single day, the only difference with today was he got to sleep three extra hours due to him having a small break for once. Ever since the day he had accepted to play for the Lakers his life style had changed immensely. He would sleep less, would see his parents rarely, but mostly he didn't have time to have a serious relationship.
Troy finally had a break. After his practice today he was free as a bird for a whole week. In those seven days he planned on spending five days with his family. The other two days he made plans with his friends.
The only person who really understood his demanding schedule was his best friend Chad. Chad had always been by his side since kindergarten. They went to the same Elementary, Middle, and High School together. They had even gone to the same University and had chosen the same career. Only difference between him and Chad was that Chad found his true love while he was still searching for the right girl.
Chad met Taylor when they were sophomores in High School. Chad and Taylor became a couple in junior year. They have been together ever since but Chad made the next step. He proposed to Taylor when they were 20 years of age and then got married when they were 21.
Troy swung his feet over the bed pulling the covers off. He stood up slowly stifling a yawn and lettings his eyes adjust. He walked slowly to his en-suite bathroom and turned on the shower. He freed himself from his pajamas which consisted of basketball shorts and a white t-shirt. He stepped into the warm shower and started to clean himself. Once he was done he washed his hair and then rinsed it off. He stepped out of the shower and dried himself. He wrapped the towel around his waist covering his lower body.
He walked out of the bathroom and headed over to his big walk-in closet. He picked out his practice shorts and a hoodie. He picked out a pair of his new Air Jordan's and got some black socks. He opened his underwear drawer and got out Calvin Klein boxers and put them on.
He dressed himself in the black practice shorts and pulled the hoodie over his head. He quickly put on his socks and slipped on the Air Jordan's. He sprayed some cologne and grabbed his bag and placed it across his broad shoulders.
He skipped downstairs taking the steps two at a time. He grabbed an apple from his kitchen counter waving goodbye to one of his lovely maids, Rosa, and grabbed his wallet, his keys, and his iPhone. He opened the front door of his mansion stepping out. He jogged softly to his soft grey, Audi R8 and opened up the door turning on the engine.
The thunderous roar told him his favorite car came to life. He turned on his radio, Eminem's Not Afraid blasting through the speakers as he zoomed out of the neighborhood on his way to the Lakers gym, knowing he had twenty minutes until it was ten in the morning and he would be late.
As he sped through the highway of California and tried not to pass the speed limit or crash into another vehicle, he noticed his gym bag moving in the passenger seat, a muffled vibration coming out of it. Carefully leaning to the side while keeping his eyes on the road and one hand on the steering wheel, his right hand roamed through the side pockets finally making contact with his phone.
Quickly pulling it out and pressing the 'answer' button he pressed the phone to his right ear, making sure he went into the right exit, and stopping at a red light.
"Hello?" he answered once his car stopped at the red light, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel impatiently and tightening his grip that he had with his left hand. As soon as the light went green he stepped on the gas pedal, turning on his blinkers making a left turn. Once he turned, he stopped the blinkers and continued to cruise through the L.A streets, the big Lakers' gym coming into his eye sight.
"Dude where are you? Coach is going to be here in like three minutes." His best friends' desperate voice sounded out throughout the ear piece.
"Im in the parking lot, don't worry." Troy stated, as he parked his car neatly and opened the door up, hanging up the phone and taking his gym bag. He secured his phone in one of the side pockets leaving his keys in there as well once he shut the doors and locked them up.
Gabriella was always one to be on time. She was always at least five minutes earlier to make a good impression. Her alarm clock in fact was set thirty minutes earlier, to make sure incase she over slept, she would still have time.
This day was one of those days' that she was grateful for the earliness of her alarm clock. She had mistakenly over slept, like any normal person would after a whole weak of early practice, non-appetizing lunches' and breakfasts', and not to mention her stupid meetings and interviews. Every day it seemed she got home at an even later time than the day before, and it was seriously starting to show. The day before she had huge purple bags under her eyes; not complimenting her beautiful and exotic olive skinned face. Her normally gorgeous tendrils didn't fully cascade down her back like they usually did. They were greasy and moist, and not full of life like they once had been.
Gabriella woke up at nine in the morning, instead of eight. Her alarm clock didn't go off as loud as it usually does because it didn't even wake her up at 8:30. Once she woke up at nine in the morning she felt as if she had been charged. She felt better and believed that she looked better as well. Even though she was extremely late and this was a big deal for her, she knew that she needed that extra hour.
As she woke up she went into her en-suite bathroom, turning on the water to warm. Once the water was warm enough she shredded her clothing and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water running down her hair and body, splashing her face. She showered quickly, and washed her hair. She got out of the shower not having to shave due to the fact her legs were always hair-less. She dried herself and wrapped around a lavender colored silk bathrobe and leaving her towel on the floor knowing the maids wouldn't mind picking it up.
She walked into her closet, which to most people would be like a bedroom or living room. She considered herself wealthy, but she didn't take it for granted. Gabriella had her weakness and that had to be she loved clothes. Whenever she went to the stores' she had to come with at least a shopping bag or everyone knew she had gone insanely mental. She rummaged through her clothing, looking at what was best to wear for today's task.
She had been asked to create a unique and one-of-a-kind dance routine for the Lakers' cheerleaders. To her this was the biggest offer she had so far, and a one-in-a-lifetime experience. Ever since her first music video came out, she had been everyone's number one. She got asked to do the biggest of events, and yet the smaller ones were her favorites. Up to this date, her favorite event she participated in was raising money for orphan kids that needed a meaning to their life. After all, what little kid wants to live with out any family members or friends to look up to?
Gabriella after looking through almost half her closet found the perfect thing to wear. She picked out the clothes, her new Victoria Secret matching panties and bra, and picked out her comfortable shoes. She walked out of her closet rapidly in a hurry, hugging the selected outfit close to her silk-covered chest.
She placed the outfit on her bed as well as her shoes and underwear. She removed the silk robe and started on dressing herself. Once she had put on her matching panties and bra, she settled into her casual wear. She had picked out her Schooner striped jersey tee, and paired it with Bianca Sateen sailor shorts, all by the wonderful Marc Jacobs. She paired them with Miu Miu Whipsnake Ballet flats. Once she was done dressing herself she walked up to her big, spacious vanity and looked for something that would match her outfit. She picked out her Anabella bow stud earrings, and placed them on her pierced ears. She strapped on her gold Marc Jacobs round watch, on her left hand and three skinny script bangles on her right hand. She dried her hair and let it fall down, finally gaining that luscious feeling it once had. She applied two coats of eye-liner, and one swipe with mascara, and finishing the touch with the new glossip girl flavor, Crème Brûlée.
She walked out of her bedroom double-checking her perfect wardrobe. She sprinted down the stairs holding the railing while taking them two at a time. Once she landed safely downstairs she ran to the kitchen and grabbed a 'to go' Lucky Charms cereal. She said good morning to her two maids that were currently eating breakfast, and she dashed to the dining table to gather her bag. She gathered her iPhone, and her keys that were on top of the dining table. She opened up her caramel Coach Kristin signature linen zip tote bag and put her phone inside carefully and organizing through her bag, taking out trash or unimportant things. She made sure she had a full pack of 5 gum. She grabbed her Coach, Kristin op art slip envelope and her Coach poppy signature sateen Lurex small wristlet. She also grabbed her black iPhone dock, knowing it would come in handy.
She stepped out of her mansion, and walked over to her favorite car in the world; her Porsche Carrera GT. If she was already late, there was no point into hurrying. She opened up her drivers' door and stepped in, settling herself in. She put in her tote bag in the passenger seat as well as the dock, and buckled up her seat belt. She closed the door and turned on the engine. She placed her white double-tinted Aviators on her nose, pushing them up all the way to cover her eyes from the sun, and in case there were any paparazzi. She sped through the neighborhood and prayed that she at least made it thirty minutes late and not a whole hour.
The Lakers' gym was bustling with all the players in a deep game. They practiced by playing against each other, and they all had fun doing it because they were like a big family. No matter how much they trashed talked each other during their friendly games; it was always pretend, because in reality they all had a great time together.
The players' were divided into two teams and one of the teams was skins, while the other side kept on their shirts. Troy who was on the skins' team, for what seemed like the billionth time, was playing against his best friend. His toned and muscled chest was glistening with sweat, and his hair was damp and slightly dripping. The ball was being bounced heavily by one of the skins' players, when a sudden loud door opened catching everyone's attention.
That's when everyone grew quiet. A very familiar looking female was standing next to one of the guards' that stood outside of the Lakers' gym when there was practice incase a paparazzi had any crazy ideas that they could take pictures during such private practices. The boys seemed to be entranced by the female, especially Troy Bolton. He gawked at her like every other boy in the gym, no matter if they were taken or single-she seemed to catch everyone's attention.
Suddenly the cheerleaders broke out into cheers and they started to jump up and down. At this action the team players' seemed to be very confused. The coach cleared his throat and walked to half the court and nodded his head signaling the guard to walk over with the beautiful female. Troy instantly noticed her mile—like long legs, and how her curls looked so luscious and tempting, and he'd bet that they were softer than silk. Once the female and guard met their coach half-way, he enveloped his arms around her waist and she hugged his neck, after the shock passed.
Once she pulled away, the coach nodded his head again and let the guard go. Everyone but the cheerleaders was confused as to why this woman was here, in their gym, especially at practicing hours.
"Everyone this is Gabriella Montez, Im sure you've heard of her." The coach spoke out looking at his players that were now crowding as well as the cheerleaders.
All the players seemed shocked, but very pleased. Troy stood there next to his best friend and among his team mates, as he was star-struck. He knew she seemed familiar and all, but he couldn't believe that Gabriella Montez, the Gabriella Montez, was at his gym. Everyone seemed to be thinking that even the cheerleaders who didn't really know the purpose of her being there, they were just excited that someone as amazing as Gabriella, was there.
"I don't mean to be rude coach, but why is she here?" Bryan spoke out loudly enough, and everyone nodded there heads in agreement.
The coach cleared his throat and took his gaze from his team and cheerleaders' to Gabriella. He smiled at her lightly, and if they hadn't known he didn't get involved, anyone could have mistaken him for having a huge crush on her. He seemed to be making eye contact with her, having their own little conversation with just their eyes. Troy was still entranced by her beauty until his best friend nudged him lightly in the ribs.
"Well, Gabriella would you like to tell them. Or would you like for me to explain it." The coach said while looking at her once more, than back at his team focusing his stare at every one of his 'family members.'
"Well, you always tell this story better than I do Robert. So I think you should." She said, smiling at him, her eyes radiating. Once Troy heard her angelic voice he thought he was in love. He noticed that when she smiled, her eyes had a little twinkle, her smile reached her eyes, and her eyes crinkled a bit. He slowly let a smile spread across his face.
"Ok, so as you may know we always get beat in our cheerleading squad by a team I should not mention. —" he was beginning to say but got cut off by the stunning woman.
"Ahem, Gabriella." She interjected making it seem as if she were slightly annoyed, even though her tone was obviously joking.
"Right, I forget you're still younger than me." He chuckled, and everyone seemed to laugh at that, and Gabriella let out the cutest giggle Troy had ever heard.
"Anyways, since Gabriella is such an amazing dancer, and I remembered I have a friend whose good friends with her dad, I called them and Gabriella's dad, David, was nice enough to tell Gabriella about my deal and she accepted it, for nothing in return. Well, as long as she get's credit for the dance routine since she can't exactly perform it herself." He finished off, and everyone seemed shocked at what everything he had said. After a while it got awkward and silent and Gabriella seemed uncomfortable at this.
"Sooo…. What do you guys think?" She asked her eyes radiating once again, and everyone seemed to notice she was excited about this even though she wasn't getting any money out of doing this. She shifted slightly from one leg to the other and waited for their reply. The girls squealed once again and they all ran to her and enveloped her in a big group hug. They all cheered and screamed and Troy didn't really understand what was going on. He was too busy thinking about her beauty, her smile, and her giggle.
The coach cleared his throat and the cheerleaders immediately stopped from crushing Gabriella, stepping back and letting Gabriella to breathe. He turned his head to her making sure she was okay and once she smiled while nodding, he sighed with relief. The basketball players were still confused as to what was going on, but suddenly something seemed to click in them.
Suddenly, all the basketball players besides Troy were cheering very loudly. Troy just stood to the far corner of the group, chuckling and clapping, even though inside he was bursting with joy. He had always been a fan of Gabriella Montez. He knew she had a boyfriend but frankly he thought that she was way too good for him. Her boyfriend didn't even have a steady job; he worked as a bartender according to the tabloids.
"Well I am very glad that you guys' are accepting of this. I know you will make her feel as if she were a part of our family, you understand?" The coach said while Gabriella scoffed and playfully whacked him in the chest.
"Yes coach" everyone chanted at once, surprising Gabriella at how coordinated they seemed to be.
"So… Gabriella when can you start teaching these girls your dance routine?" he asked trying not to sound needy, because in all honesty his cheerleaders weren't good at all. They had talent that they could move to the music, but their dance routines were never moving, creative, and specifically they weren't something that would win the hearts of millions, unlike Gabriella Montez. She had everything; looks, charisma, and talent.
"Well I was thinking today" she stated timidly looking down at her outfit, even though it was perfect and expensive, she considered that as sporty and casual. She had even settled on her very comfortable and flexible flats.
"Really. Oh that would be wonderful, right girls?" the coach answered while questioning and you could see he was very excited. As he asked his cheerleaders they all nodded rapidly, looking like bobble heads, that were about to fall off.
"Well, if you don't mind, I'm just going to take the girls to the corner over there. That way I can see what I'm working with." She said while pointing off to the far corner to the north side, where the gym doors were also located.
"Yes, take all the time you need. They need a lot of work." He spoke softly, not trying to offend his cheerleaders. As he said that Gabriella nodded and smiled, while mumbling a 'Thank You' and tilting her head to the side, signaling for the girls to follow her.
After Gabriella had asked the girls to show her what they were capable of, and asking the coach their strengths and weaknesses, she decided to do something productive. She decided to teach them a few dance steps that would go great with the song she picked out for them, for their next competition. Before doing this though, they had to stretch out. That's what was keeping the basketball player's distracted while they were having a break. Every cheerleader in the team was stretching in the sidelines, and they just couldn't stop staring. Especially Troy.
Everyone seemed to just be looking at Gabriella because she was the only one whose backside was to them. Everyone else was facing her and the basketball players. The current position they were in was one that many found very seductive. Their feet were spread out, not too much but enough, while they were bending forward and touching the ground. Gabriella's locks were falling in front of her face, while her ass was sticking out provocatively. You could notice her legs flexing and stretching, and you could see that she was really trying. The only good thing about the cheerleaders facing them was that some of them were wearing tank tops, and their cleavage was noticeable. Although, everyone wished it was Gabriella's turn to let them take a peek at her chest.
They finished stretching and the coach decided to let their break in longer, because he as well was staring. Gabriella turned to the basketball players' direction and noticed that they were staring. She smiled and waved politely at the players and looked at the coach as well. The players' waved back esthetically especially Troy. Suddenly an idea clicked in her mind. More than half of the girls for being cheerleaders were very shy. They didn't really know how to move their hips or grind in the air. They definitely needed a lot of help.
She smiled as her idea was perfect to boost their confidence and have them learn how to without actually having to be uncomfortable. After all they were family, right? She told the girls that she would be right back, and after receiving many confused glances they nodded. She walked off to the direction where the players' were and they seemed to be confused and scared at the same time. Once she reached the benches they were all situated at, she smiled innocently and cleared her throat.
"Since you guys' think it's ok, to look at my cheerleaders' while were working hard, I have a proposition for you." She spoke, her gaze mainly on the coach, but she also seemed to notice Troy.
"What?" the coach asked shocked and confused at the same time.
She walked over to Troy and then spoke, "Well lover boy here, seemed to enjoy us stretching a little too much. So, as a 'punishment' I need you guys' to come with me." Troy blushed in embarrassment and gulped hard, as she quoted 'punishment.'
The other guys in the team chuckled loudly, ruffling Troy's hair while she walked over to the coach once again.
"What do you mean?" The coach rephrased once again, not understanding what she meant. She rolled her eyes frustrated a little.
She left from the coach's side and walked over to another player. Beck Kinsley was his name. He was about 6'3 not as tall as the other players. He had black hair that rose up in a Mohawk, giving him that bad boy look. He owned a pair of emerald eyes, making all girls fawn over him, but he didn't have anyone. He rather play a little, and then settle down. Gabriella, however, didn't fall for his charming looks. Maybe it was because she was taken, or because she just found him attractive, and nothing more.
She bent down in front of him, giving him a wonderful view of her perfectly formed breasts. He didn't see everything, but just the right amount to get a guy going. She flipped her hair to the side, making her neck visible. To any vampire this would be the ideal time, to suck on her neck. She spread her legs apart, her thighs, on either side of his legs. Everyone was watching the intense moment and that seemed to make Beck even happier.
The cheerleaders were watching and they were all shocked, at how professional she seemed. Not the least bit nervous or shy to do that, in front of everyone, and for a stranger. Gabriella's neck was still visible, her head tilted to the left, bringing all her dark luscious curls with her as well. Her hands were gracefully set on his shoulders, and even though no one knew, she could feel his hardening erection starting to form. She smirked mischievously, knowing she did a good job at picking this one. She teasingly leaned in closer to him, pressing her breasts to his chest, hearing his strained groan.
She leaned into his ear, and whispered softly making him shiver involuntarily, "Don't you agree with me, that you should do as I say?"
She leaned back a little and grinded her hips into his, to get a reaction. He groaned once more looking up at her, and he barely nodded. She squealed inside, glad her plan worked but she smiled hugely for the public eye.
She got up in a heart beat, making him shiver once more as her body heat was taken away. Who would have guessed that, the Gabriella Montez would have just done that for him? All of a sudden he knew she tricked him. He noticed that it was just to get what she wanted, and he was perfectly fine with that. He would have said yes, anyways. That little charade was just an extra pleasurable bonus. Once she had left his lap, his erection began to heal, because it wasn't even throbbing in the first place.
Everyone seemed to notice her plan as well because they all laughed, besides Troy; he was turned on by that, even though it wasn't for him. As for the coach he chuckled and smiled, knowing his player got tricked. He cleared his throat, and once all the laughter died down, she continued.
"So, since….." she stopped, realizing she didn't know his name. She looked over at him, and he smiled.
"Beck Kinsley," he replied pulling out his hand to shake.
She seemed to look at it, realizing that he was greeting her. She had never been greeted in such a way. Everyone either greeted her by screaming her name because of obsession, or her family would kiss her cheek, and her friends would hug her. After a couple of minutes of thinking, she pulled out her hand and shook his.
"Pleasure to meet you Beck," she smiled, her famous world-wide smile, that everyone knew and loved her for.
"Believe me, the pleasure was all mine." He sat back down while smiling, and all the players and the coach laughed at that one, understanding the little joke.
"Well, since Beck, seemed to agree that you should do as I say, you guy's will help me out." She stated getting back to what she had intended to be doing, when she walked over to the players.
"Ok, but what do you mean." The coach asked confused still, as to what to do.
"Just follow my lead, and don't ask questions. I need all of you to help me out, so that means all 15 of you and you too coach." She said smiling and walking before them, as all of them stared at her.
"We WHAT?" the coach asked shocked, still not believing what the task was.
"I want each of you to partner up—." She got interrupted by the coach.
"Um, Gabriella, sorry, but half of our cheer squad is missing." He spoke, uneasily at first, but then his voice toned.
"Oh, it's ok. But are you afraid of me? You seem nervous" she sighed loudly, giving the idea that she hated when people talked to her as if she were queen.
"Sort of, I mean. It's an honor to work with you, and my girls need a lot of help so I don't want you to leave." The coach spoke looking at her, nervously at admitting his worry.
She giggled and walked up to him. She kissed his cheek, a simple gesture that meant she didn't care about his embarrassing worries.
"Don't worry, I don't mind one bit." She smiled up at him, now having some distance after she had pulled away.
The coach sighed of relief, and she squealed as he loosened up again.
"Ok, when your other half of your squad comes we'll teach them, but right now I need you guys to cooperate." She said and placing each cheerleader arm-length distance; they made a 'T' with their arms and that's the distance they were each standing from each other.
"Right so I need each of you to get partnered up with one of the girls, and stand behind them." She instructed and she stood in front of her 'class'. Every player dashed to a cheerleader, because they knew Gabriella would decline to be their partner. The last person to be partnered was; Troy. Everyone had picked a partner, even the coach, who was not sure at first, but gave in. After all, he was thirty-four years old, still alive, and very much single, because of his career.
"You don't have a partner?" she asked, as he looked around not believing that he had no one. He looked at her and nodded sheepishly, while turning a light shade of pink. How embarrassing? He didn't have a cheerleader to partner up with, and it was in front of Gabriella Montez! Why did god hate him?
"I think you're mistaking." She smiled, her pearly whites showing and her eyes twinkled. He looked at her confused, not understanding. She raised her left eyebrow as if to signal him that he was an idiot.
"What do you mean?" he asked, quietly, not wanting anyone to hear. It was already embarrassing enough, that he didn't have anyone to partner up with. At that moment he noticed that everyone was staring, even the coach.
She walked attentively up to him while speaking, "Well, I'm a girl aren't I?" she asked standing inches away from him, looking up into his dazzling azure eyes. He nodded, as if a lost puppy, as he stared getting lost in her deep chocolate brown eyes.
She snapped the moment he nodded, and she stepped back. She placed her hands on her hips and spoke, "Then why didn't you stand behind me?"
The whole gym echoed with 'OOOOH!' as if mocking him for being so stupid. He smiled slightly when he saw her warm smile, and he knew she was joking.
"Right," he nodded his head, and she walked in front of all the players and cheerleaders, and stood right in the center. She motioned for him with a tilt of her head, and he followed standing right behind her. She took a small white remote, pressing a button and a song blared from the dock. Everyone seemed surprised except the cheerleaders, because they had been listening to songs the whole practice. Before she spoke she re-played the song, and pressed pause before you could hear the voices.
"Ok so your jobs are simple. Get the girls to feel comfortable, and confident. Make them feel beautiful, and important. I'll demonstrate with my partner."
She turned to Troy, and looked at him. She leaned in to whisper something in his ear.
"I'll need you to just hold me. My steps are basic. Im just going to grind my hips into your groin slightly, nothing you shouldn't be able to handle. To top if off I'm just going to bend my upper body down and rapidly just get up, flipping my hair in the process, just hold me while I'm doing so. Got that?" she said it loud enough for him to hear it, but quiet enough so no one else would. He nodded already knowing that he would get turned on.
She got the remote once again, pressed play and quickly stuffed it into her shorts' pockets. The song Commander by Kelly Rowland started blaring from the black dock that was set up on the bleachers next to her bag. She tapped her right foot slightly as if to keep with the rhythm. Once she heard the echoing 'dance' she placed her right hand gracefully on his neck. Her hand wrapped his neck warmly, and the rest of her arm was loosely draped on his shoulder, and chest.
Once she heard the third 'dance' she turned her head right and then left. Once her head reached to the left, she did the same process with her left hand, and mimicked the same way it was draped. As soon as the words became more meaningful, she swayed her hips right to left, still holding onto his neck. Troy's hands lurked awfully low, on her hips. She surely didn't have any love handles. She was perfectly curved, and all. She didn't seem to mind where his hands were, because she didn't flinch, nor did she move her hands from their position. When she heard Kelly speak 'I feel like the DJ is my bodyguard' she swiftly turned around, still holding onto Troy's neck, but she grinded into his leg and groin harder. She pressed into him as she continued for about thirty seconds, when she decided to make another step. She turned once again in Troy's arms, and she bent her upper half body, carefully, giving him a view of part of her ass cheeks, because her shorts' rose. Just as fast as she had gone down she came up, her hair flipping and falling back onto her back, looking like a wild girl. Her hands were still placed on Troy's neck, but he wasn't complaining.
She finally let go of him stepping a bit and she bent her legs slightly, moving her arms and shoulders along. She rolled her shoulders back, popping her chest, making it seem bigger than it already was. She smiled as she danced as a professional, and she kicked her leg up high, her flats pointed, and she stayed like that for at least ten seconds. Once she brought her leg down she swirled, landing right where Troy was, except she was a good three feet away from him. She bent again, and once again she rose quickly, making her hair fall on her back, and giving her the wild look. Then she turned around, facing Troy, and with her index finger she indicated for him to come over. He did as she said, and walked over to her and when he was there she jumped on him catching him off guard, but thankfully for his good reflexes he caught her in time, her knees bent and spread apart, and she was slightly higher than him. She bent her head down, and spoke with an unsteady breath, "I'll be your commander."
Once she said that, the song was finished, and everyone in the gym was shocked, but they all started clapping. Troy pushed her up, making her fly, but he caught her and set her on the floor. She smiled thankfully up at him, and he smiled back. She turned back around to the cheerleaders and the players.
"What are you guys waiting for?" she asked, re-playing the song, as everyone tried imitating her, but no one could, no matter how hard they tried. She noticed however, that the cheerleaders weren't as stiff, as before. She smiled; she would enjoy this as much as she could before going back home.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I will upload the next one probably next week on Saturday, because i have an activity Thursday, and Friday i have a fieldtrip with my school. Reviews would be lovely and very much appreciated. Oh, and please help me decide wether to choose this M-Rated or T-Rated. I probably do put sex scenes.