So here it is, inspired by Whirlergirl's WhiteBoy (which you MUST read) this is my next Troyella story.
Do review if you like it so I know to keep posting ;)
CHAPTER 1
The rules were easy.
1. Don't fall in love.
2. Don't fall in love.
Gabi knew that as soon as emotions were brought into it, concentration waned and focus blurred.
Winning meant everything. And her squad knew that. Winning went beyond anything tangible, beyond the awards and the kudos and the status they achieved in school.
Winning meant life could go back to normal for the summer. Parties could be enjoyed, work could be forgotten and boys could even be dated.
But before summer, anything outside of cheerleading did not exist. Especially boys.
Why then did fate bring her to the skate park on this dark, dry evening when there was no-one else in sight? No-one except a hooded boy with bright blue eyes.
Who'd just watched her skating her ass off for the past ten minutes and only now, had suddenly decided to reveal himself from the shadow in which he was hidden.
"Perving much?" She threw at the lone male, taking to a pole and swinging round it with ease.
He got up and brought out a board, hidden underneath him previously. He put it down, stepping onto the platform and pushing off with one toe of his converse, just enough leverage to bring him near to her.
"Just wanted to see what you could do." He said gently.
"Why?" She asked, her dark eyes sceptical. Her hair was drawn into a high ponytail, the black curliness water falling down her back.
He let his eyes roll down her body. Her upper half had on some kind of comic book t-shirt- he couldn't quite make out if it was superman or super girl.
But she had on these tiny black shorts that barely covered her legs and that's where his gaze rested, on her curvy thighs, her petite height boosted by the roller-boots on her feet.
That surprised him, too. Everyone who was anyone had inlines now. He smiled at her nod to the retro.
"I heard a lot about you." He answered.
She met his gaze fully now, ceasing her pole spins.
Gabi was taken in by the blueness of his eyes as she considered the stranger before her. Who was he and what did he want?
"Who are you?" She asked carefully, squinting.
When he stepped from his board and into the light, her question was answered.
The badge emblazoned on his hoodie was one she could recognise from a mile off. East High Wildcats.
"You know what, never mind…" She said quickly on seeing the emblem, turning to skate away.
How dare he approach her? And talk to her? Was he crazy?! Everyone knew that East High and West High did not mix. It didn't even take a genius to work it out. After moving here in the summer, she had learnt that lesson pretty quickly.
"You're not even gonna hear me out...?" He laughed as he pursued her on his skateboard.
"You're hiding under a hood for a reason. You know that if you get seen here that all hell will break loose. Next time, don't talk to me." She suggested.
"You're the best skater I've seen." He complimented and she frowned confusedly.
She turned to face him sharply, causing him to jump from his board to prevent an accident.
"How many times have you watched me?" She almost accused.
He shrugged, flipping his hood down, showcasing a grey beanie that accentuated his bright blue eyes.
"A few." He admitted.
"Dare I ask why, Wildcat?" She asked, referring to his team name, almost accusingly.
His eyes lifted, showing barely held tolerance.
"If you don't want to know me because I'm an asshole, then fine. Just don't judge me for that." He pointed to his team logo.
She placed her hands on her hips, cocking her head. Her hair swung behind her.
"Fine, don't get your boxers in a twist." She said.
"I'm making a routine for a competition, but it would be so much better as a duet. With a girl. You're the only one who is good enough…" He began.
Her mouth opened in shock-come-disgust.
"You want me to dance? With you?" She asked; hand on hip, attitude evident in her tone.
"No. I want you to skate with me. It's a skating competition." He explained.
His hands were in his pockets, his shoulders hunched. If she didn't know better, she thought he looked like he was completely uncomfortable. But she did know better. She knew who he was now, even if it hadn't been immediately obvious.
And the captain of the Wildcats basketball team was not someone she could be seen with- let alone dance with- on skates or not.
But he obviously knew she was the best choreographer around. And maybe he was trying to steal some of her moves for his own cheer team. It wouldn't surprise her. East High hadn't won a Cheer-Off in a long time.
"Troy Bolton, right?" She asked and he closed his eyes, clenching his teeth at her tone, knowing she was about to kick it to him.
"Right." He ground out.
"I've heard all about you, too." She said back, knowing what her friends had told her about this particular boy. Not much of which was very positive.
"And how much of what they say about you is true, Gabi?" He asked in a smart-ass fashion, his ice-blue eyes challenging hers as he used her name.
He knew what they said about her at school and he knew better than to judge a person on rumours. Her dancing within the cheer team was legendary, along with her frosty attitude. But the rumours were harsh. They claimed she was a lesbian because she was renowned for her lack of interest in the opposite sex. Right now he didn't care about that, he just needed the money he could win from the skate competition to fund him through dance school in the summer. Dance school that his dad refused to pay for him to go to.
"I have to get home." She answered, unable to argue with him.
She felt his sigh run through her body as she skated off, actually finding herself thinking about his offer, intrigued about this competition and determined to find out more.
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The burn she felt in her muscles was addictive. Gabi flung her small body around the gym floor with ease, her squad moving with absolute precision alongside her.
The Game was on Friday and they were hosting the Wildcats which meant their routine had to be spot-on, perfect.
As she slid into a split, her lungs heaving, her skin moist with sweat, she felt the familiar buzz run around her body. She looked good and she knew her flexibility had every guy in the room standing to attention. She felt warm fingers of confidence wrap around her body as she uncurled from the position, knowing not one of them would be allowed to touch her even though they would like to.
She liked this little game she played. She could be as sexy as she liked out there on the floor, but when it came to dating, she kept boys at arm's length and they only got to enjoy her body from a distance.
It's not that she didn't enjoy making out. Before she had come to East High, she had successfully made out with Brody Jenner from the basketball team. But eventually dating him had ruined her shot at winning the Cheer title she so desperately wanted.
And when they had moved to Albuquerque in the summer, she had decided not to let anything stand in her way this time. Boys could wait. She had a goal and she would do anything to achieve it.
Aidan's hot gaze toward her told her he had other ideas. He jogged across the room from basketball practice and stood before her.
"Hey," he said as he wiped sweat from his face.
"Hey." She returned, stretching out.
"The guys are hanging out after practice, wanna come?" He asked.
"Ooh let me think…" She lifted her eyes sarcastically. "Erm, no."
Aidan's short blonde hair was darkened by the sweat from practice, his hazel eyes squinting at her.
"Come on, it'll be fun." He encouraged and she knew it most likely wouldn't be fun but she also knew that to get on the wrong side of the team could make for an uncomfortable year. She'd only been there a few months and she had hardly any friendships to boast of, it wouldn't hurt to show willingness when a social activity was offered.
"Sure, okay. Meet you outside." She said with a straight face, giving nothing away.
His grin told her she was walking a fine line between being social and letting herself in for something she didn't really want.
She took a breath, knowing she could handle herself if he tried anything on. It might actually be fun to find out what the basketball team really thought, she mused to herself as she finished her warm-down and commended her squad for today's practice.
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Gabi shook her ass like only she knew how. Her jeans were riding low on her hips, showing off her hip bones and hinting at the soft skin of her lower belly.
Her belly piercing was on show and her racer back vest was riding up her sweaty skin, crawling with each lift of her arms above her head as she twisted and curled to the beat of the music. The inward curve of her waist was deep, creating even more definition to her large hips and backside.
The smile on her face was one of knowing confidence. She dipped and arched her body to accentuate her curves, knowing she had an audience and that she was attractive to the opposite sex.
She lifted her long, dark, curly hair up out of the way, the strands frizzing with her sweatiness. Her body rolled out of her own control now as the sound of the music filled her and ruled her.
It took her a minute to realise that she wasn't alone. A pair of hands were resting on her hips and a body pressed up against her back, gyrating crudely into her generous backside.
She swirled, pushing against them, realising it was Aidan. He had been sitting watching her along with some of the other players and now it seemed he wanted to take part.
She was a little annoyed at the interruption from her mind-consuming hobby and even more annoyed at him for pawing her like she was anyone's to be taken.
Gabi Montez was far more selective than that.
"Hey, you shook it…" He grinned unapologetically.
"Don't mean you gotta touch it." She replied hotly, picking at the hem of her vest to tug it back down, tying her hair into a messy ponytail.
"Psssh, yeah whatever." He discarded. "You were begging for it…" He jeered as he sauntered off and took the boys with him.
It left Gabi alone, her phone playing the music out still as she realised she didn't have anyone else to ruin it for her.
Slowly, she began to wind her body again, closing her eyes as the beat ruled her once more.
"That is surely the hottest ass I have seen on a girl." A warm voice announced and Gabi opened her eyes to it, recognising Troy straight away.
"As long as you don't touch, we'll be good, Bolton." She warned, surprisingly not annoyed at being interrupted this time. Strangely, she was intrigued by his appearance.
Maybe it was his outright courage to stalk her on the West side of town. Or maybe she was actually interested in the competition he had spoken of. Either way, she had to find out his motives for asking her before she let down her guard.
He folded his arms as he appreciated the view and she found herself answering his clinging gaze, dancing for him now, rather than just to him.
A wiggle of her hips in slow, controlled rhythm had his blue eyes darkening and his mouth pursing. He licked his lips and she traced the action, running her hands down her own body to add to the sensuality of her moves.
"Join in, Troyby." She teased with a tiny brow flick.
"Yeah, sure." He spat back drily. Gabi flicked her gaze down his body. He was wearing blue jeans with a white t-shirt and his favoured converse boots.
"Yeah, sure." She approved with a smile, holding her hand out as she rolled her hips temptingly.
"You just shot that guy down for coming near you." He argued with his own eyebrow lift, the thick, manly shape of them mesmerising her.
His hair was long and almost curly, flicking over his eye in a shaggy fringe. No beanie today to tidy it back.
"Stop talking." She said, jigging her hand to show she was waiting for him to take it.
Slowly; his eyes connected with hers the whole time, he took his hands from his pockets and took the one of hers she proffered.
Awkward, shy and so turned on by the curvy girl twisting before him, he tried to follow her fluid movements and failed miserably, finding her gaze wasn't mocking as he expected when she flicked her long, feline eyes upwards.
"What is that, Troy?" She asked warmly.
"Dancing?" He shrugged.
"And you think you're going to win a competition?" She wondered.
She sighed as he looked distraught at her words.
"Okay…" She said determinedly. "Just…" She grabbed his hands and paused, wondering what to do with him.
He giggled at her and his own patheticness. But he stopped laughing when his hands were placed on her hips, the soft curve of them comfortable and the warmth radiating from her skin.
"Just move with me." She suggested lightly, oblivious to his attraction.
Close to Troy now, Gabi was actually enjoying this. His face was set with concentration as he tried to move to the music and she shook her hips every now and then to tease him.
"See, it's not so hard…" She smiled, lifting her arms above her head and his eyes trailed up her body, landing on her face.
"Aidan ought to be drop-kicked…" He murmured, his thumbs reaching out to brush the bare skin of her waist. His hips were looser now; he was relaxing into the music.
"Why?" She wondered, lifting her hair to air her neck, the music changing to a funkier beat.
He wasn't expecting her dance to get any sexier but she writhed into his lap, testing his control.
"He had no right to just grab you like that…" He said softly, his hands itching to cover her tiny body even as he said the words.
Her brown eyes met his and her hands lowered from her neck and across to his shoulders.
"I'm very fussy about who gets to touch me." She supplied teasingly.
He looked at her, bemused.
"You barely know me." He argued, squinting.
"You didn't grab my ass though did you?" She pointed out, brushing her groin against his and he couldn't help himself. His hands ran around her hips to take her backside then, going against everything she had just said.
"Oops." He husked, her fingers driving into his hair at his neck.
She felt his heat, the hardness of his arousal and though they barely knew one another, she loved the feel of his large, possessive hands scooping her ass into his body.
"It's different when you do it." She frowned, almost to herself. "Huh, how is that?" She wondered out loud.
He shrugged, so desperate to kiss her now.
"You like me?" He guessed wildly.
She smiled, taking a moment to study him intently as the song ended.
"Great dance, Troy. Call me." She said coolly, tucking a piece of paper into his back pocket before stepping back and grabbing her phone.
"Gabi, wait..!" He called, watching her retreat into the dark. "Let me walk you…" He suggested.
"I'm safer than you, Bolton." She pointed out, knowing what he was really asking her.
She merely smiled, blowing him a kiss and running off with a giggle.
He looked to the sky. Could anyone tell him what in the heck had just happened?
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The beat of the ball against the court was a satisfying sound to Troy. It was a regular sound, one that would only be interrupted when he made his next move.
The court was long and the run down was quick and successful as he passed the ball to Jason who passed it back at just the right moment, cutting out Chad who was playing for the other team during practice.
Troy's hands caught the ball and he launched himself at the basket, meeting the goal easily, pumping his hand into a fist to show his satisfaction at having won.
He only ever got a buzz like that from basketball. And if he could admit it to himself, when he was dancing around his room at night, trying to gain the kind of grace he could only dream of.
The kind of grace Gabi Montez possessed without even trying.
Even when he closed his eyes he could still feel her hot, curvy body rubbing against his in such a suggestive manner that he'd found his wet dreams had a life of their own now.
How in the hell he'd been lucky enough to have Gabi Montez let him dance with her was beyond him. But he knew he had to pass some kind of test, that much was obvious. She'd told him not to touch her and he hadn't and then she had done something he hadn't expected- she had let him.
Maybe she just needed a little longer to come round to his idea for the skate comp. And he knew the risk was huge. God, if he was found talking to her, things could get ugly. But he was prepared to take that risk, knowing she was the person that could win the competition. Together they could do this.
"Yo, earth to Bolton!" Chad called him out of his thoughts.
"I'm listenin'." Troy assured with a frown.
"Don't go all moody on me." Chad complained. "I was just saying we should go out after the game- maybe check out some of those East Side hotties." He grinned.
Troy closed his eyes. The last thing he needed was to get into any more fights.
"You don't think you checked them out enough last time?" He wondered, actually disappointed that his friend found his little game funny.
"That was last season…they didn't have Gabriella Montez heading up the cheer team then." Chad grinned and the boys huddled round them as they walked off the court for showers, all making agreeable noises.
"She won't let you near her, I can promise that." Troy answered confidently, actually feeling a little bit of pride at Gabi's self confidence.
"She's not met me yet. Once I've…persuaded her to my way of thinking, her boy-ban will be over, for sure." Chad stated confidently, earning him crows from the rest of the team.
Troy felt a little bit nervous at his suggestion. He couldn't drop out of the team activity, it just wasn't done. But he didn't want to take part, either. Maybe by being there he could make sure nothing really bad happened.
"Just win the game, 'cats. The rest can wait." Troy warned.
"I'm gonna win me a pair of Montez panties." Chad jeered as he bounded off into the shower, leaving Troy dreading the game on Friday night.
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