Unwanted
AN: Here's my new story…….
Disclaimer: I want Zac Efron. But I don't own him, or any of the High School Musical cast.
Her denim skirt rose a few inches on her golden thighs, causing male eyes to linger on her exposed skin, as she lifted herself up onto the brick wall outside of East High. Her silver flats tapped against the wall in an off-beat rhythm as she felt the wind play with her long midnight curls. Shivering, Gabriella, pulled her small sweater tighter around her torso. She felt the tip of her nose go numb as the cold nipped at her face, she was waiting for her mom to pick her up from school and take her home. Seeing her mother's mini van pull up in the lane, Gabriella heaved her book bag over her shoulder and walked to her car, swinging her hypnotizing hips as she went.
Gabriella Montez was beautiful. She was sexy, hot, wealthy, and could get any guy she wanted, single, or taken. She might have the hips of a goddess, and the largest breasts in school, but she was not perfect. Everyday when she arrived at school, boys would gape, mouths wide, and turn from their lockers to stare at her swaying hips, as she proceeded down the hall. Her hair reached down to her mid back, in a wave of dark brown curls. Her tanned skin glowed as she moved about the school. Gabriella Montez was perfect on the outside, but on the inside she was torn, broken, and bruised. At age eight, she had witnessed something horrific. She had been a victim of her father, and lived to tell the tale. Telling the tale was actually the last thing Gabriella would ever do. She hadn't spoken to a soul about the tragedy since that cold evening nine years ago. That night she felt so unwanted. Why would anyone want her if her own father had hated her? What type of person was she?
Hopping out of the the mini van once she arrived home, Gabriella made her way to her small purple bedroom. She flopped onto the bed and pulled out her cell phone, quickly reading her unread text message.
Hey Gabs! What's up beautiful? I have bball practice today after school, I can't meet u by the wall, sry.
Gabriella giggled and sighed, it was the begging of basketball season, which also meant that her cheer practice started next week. The message was from her best friend Wyatt. Ever since she had sat next to him in the sandbox in Pre-K they had been best friends, their moms were also quite close. Wyatt had also been her younger brother's best friend, but that friendship was abruptly ended when James, her brother, died at age seven. Wyatt would be a boy described as "Tall dark, and handsome." His eyes were two pools of green, lighting up whenever he smiled. His hair naturally swooshed to the side, in a wave of light brown. Wyatt was definitely hot, and often had girls following him around school, begging him for a quick fuck in the janitor's closet. Most people thought that Gabriella and Wyatt would be the cutest couple ever, but they were nowhere close to it. They often bickered about stupid things and they were just to close to be in a relationship like that. Another reason Gabriella and Wyatt were so close was because he had been the only person that was truly there for her, and made her feel somewhat wanted after her brother's death. He was like her guardian, even though they were the same age, she felt protected by him. He was her stronghold, and nothing would come between them, they were best friends.
Sure, Gabriella had girl friends to, like Taylor and Sharpay, but she had met them freshman year, so she wasn't as close to them as she was to Wyatt. Like Wyatt always had girls following him around, Gabriella constantly had boys tripping over her heels. She was known to attend most parties, and had had many one night stands. That was another reputation Gabriella had gained. Slut, Hoar, Bitch. She was only called these things by other girls who were simply jealous of her female qualities and the power she had over the male population, but people also called her this because she was definitely known to be an easy fuck sometimes, but only when Wyatt wasn't around. Boys wouldn't dare to even look at her in a sexual way when he was within a100 feet radiance.
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Click-Click, Click-Click, Click-Click. Male eyes were glued to her ass as her heels clicked down the hall the next day. Girls whispered and turned their backs, while boys lost their train of thought, while watching her beautifully swaying hips. Approaching her locker, she noticed that Wyatt wasn't there waiting for her like he always was. She turned and scanned the hallway of teenagers for his bright green eyes, but couldn't spot them in the throng of kids. She sighed and continued shoving her things into her locker. It was her free period, which she usually shared with Wyatt, then after that she was headed to art, her favorite class. She felt a rough hand grasp her left butt cheek and she gasped, turning around, meeting a pair of hungry brown eyes.
"Hey Sam," Sam Karabinos was one of her many one-night stands, and he often ran to her when he was looking for a release, he had silky brown hair, that almost looked red in the sunlight. "What's up?" Gabriella asked, she didn't really enjoy the company of Sam, and she really didn't feel like being harassed for a release during her free period.
"Hey baby,….you busy?" Sam asked, a smirk twitching at the sides of his mouth.
"Actually, I have some homework to catch up on, sorry Hun, maybe some other time…." She reached up and pressed her soft lips to his jaw, pushing him away with a smirk on her kissable lips.
"I'll hold you to that!" he said smiling and walking away.
Turing back around, Gabriella reached into her locker once again to pull out her art portfolio, when she felt warmth stretch across her neck, making her heart pound wildly. Someone's breath was hitting her nape in a smooth rhythm, causing tingles to run up and down her spine as she felt a hard body press up behind her.
"Where's your body guard at, Montez?" Lips brushed her neck, and she leaned into the caressing touch.
"Body guard…?" She asked hesitantly, her breath hitching as the male behind her placed a gentle kiss on her tee shirt clad shoulder.
She didn't want to turn around, whoever it was had control over her with the soft touch. She felt a pair of hands grip her waist and pull her backwards into a hard groin. She could feel the hot breath even closer now, as it washed over her cheek, causing her eyes to close in pure bliss.
"You, know, Wyatt?" The deep voice whispered against her soft skin.
Gabriella turned her head and peered over her shoulder, her eyes met blue, dark arousing blue. They were like two oceans, stretching far with emotion. Gabriella gasped, her skin turned cold against the hard male's body. She snapped her head back forward and struggled to free herself from the forceful grasp. Realizing he wasn't going to let go of her any time soon, she swung her elbow backwards, nailing him in the gut.
"Whoa, Montez, no need to push…." The boy's firm grip on her curvy waist loosened and she struggled free.
She still faced her locker, and she knew the shaggy haired, blue eyed boy was still standing behind her. "Bolton don't mess with me, I don't feel like dealing with your large male ego." She said curtly holding her head up high. She swung her locker closed in one swift motion, and turned, walking away without even looking at his gorgeous male face. She teasingly swung her hips as she walked away, knowing what it would do to him. Just as she rounded the corner in the hall she heard his husky voice call out:
"You know…I've always liked them feisty…"
Gabriella scoffed as she continued down the hall on her way to the library.
Once she was seated in the library, Gabriella started to think, she had just turned down Troy Bolton, the king of East High. If she had been any other girl, she would have gladly accepted his request for sex, and headed straight to the janitor's closet with him. But for Gabriella, things were different. Troy Bolton was gorgeous, absolutely delicious, but he was a constant reminder to her, of her dad. They seemed to be so alike….they both act like they worship you, and love you, but when they've had enough, they leave you, and break your heart. And a broken heart was something Gabriella simply could not put up with, so she distanced herself from Bolton as much as possible. Actually, that was the first time in two months that he attempted to come onto her. The last time he had done that was at Zeke Baylor's house party. She remembered it quite clearly, that night she had decided not to drink much since she had to wake up early the next morning of a PSAT.
Gabriella giggled as she felt Wyatt's strong arms encircle her waist lifting her through the air. "Wyatt Matthew Ellison! You put me down right now!" Gabriella shrieked as she felt his warm arms tighten around her waist hiking her dress up with the power of his twirls. She heard his throaty laugh as he continued to spin her around.
"Hey Jason!" Wyatt called out to one of his good friends on the basketball team, still supporting Gabriella's light body. "CATCH!" Wyatt yelled guffawing with laughter as he tossed Gabriella's small body into the air, sending her towards a surprised Jason, who stood only a few feet away. Jason caught her with a groan and then laughed at her as he ran with her cradled in his arms.
"Cross! I swear if you don't put me down!" Gabriella shrieked again, squirming in his grasp. Feeling herself fly through the air once again, she gasped as she felt her body connect with the cold chlorine water of Zeke's pool. "I can't believe you two ass holes!" Gabriella yelled, she wasn't really angry though, she slightly laughing. She looked up to the edge of the pool to see Wyatt and Jason pointing and laughing. All of the other kids at the large party, which was a quite a large number, had now gathered around the pool laughing at her. She smiled as she began to pull herself out of the water, when she was yanked under, by a pair of warm arms. Her body was pushed against someone's shirtless warm one and she couldn't help but lean into the person's touch. She gasped for air when she hit the surface, and heard the boy behind her laugh at her shocked expression. The muscular arms craddled her like a baby, and she could feel like soft caress of his hand on her thigh, slowly inching it's way up to her pulsing core.
Brown met blue and her breath hitched as she bit her lip. She wanted to get away from him. Immediately. He was like him, like her father, and her father scared the life out of her, which meant so did he. She squirmed against Troy's hard, warm body. But his hands wouldn't let go. Most of the people that had been standing around the pool had now dispersed, and nobody was paying attention to them. His hands held her tighter as his lips met her collar bone, sucking feverishly.
"Stop!" she said practically in tears "Let go Troy!...Please!" he released her and she quickly wiggled away, but before she got to far his hands had cupped her face and his lips were heading for hers in a fast pace. "No baby, I don't think so" she said teasingly, diving under the water and swimming through his legs, accidentally brushing his hard member. She escaped, leaving a stunned and confused Troy soaking wet, behind her in the pool. She knew people wondered why she would let any other male touch her in any place, and when the hottest male in school made a move on her she would flip a shit and run away.
Looking up at the clock Gabriella realized she only had ten minutes of free period left.
"Damn you, Troy Bolton."
AN: Okay, so yeah, Gabi has some issues, but she won't always feel like this, I promise. And f you're kind of confused about her dad, and her brother James. You'll have to wait until next chapter for that to be explained. Review