Hey everyone, this is my new one-shot. Please R&R
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL OTHERWISE I WOULD BE A MULTI-MILLIONAIRE RIGHT NOW!!
Chapter 1
Hands roamed shamelessly over my body, pulling and tugging at the clothes that kept me safe. Silent tears dripped down my face and he gently kissed them away. Now that everything I had ever known had left me, I had lost complete control of my willpower. I willingly gave into the only one who had been there for me the entire time.
But, after we took part in our passionate dance and a vicious orgasm rocked my body, I couldn't help but think about how I had gotten there in the first place. How my oh-so-plain life had been turned upside down and left me scrambling to hold the pieces together.
Looking to my right, I found that he had already fallen asleep, his blonde hair plastered messily across his sweaty forehead. I smiled and curled up to his side with an arm slung across his waist in an attempt to feel the sort of comfort I had been denied for years. He sighed quietly and, almost as if on instinct, turned so he could hold me in his arms. I sighed and buried my face in his chest. Tears started to roll down my face—right on cue—as I thought back to a night in my life two months beforehand.
It was almost cliché that all of this had started on the dance floor of a night club…
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The first time I saw that wild mane of blonde hair, I should have known that nothing good would come out of introducing myself to him. I don't know what possessed me to make my presence known to him in the first place. I've tried to blame it on the alcohol that was quickly starting to take over my system, but I still can't be sure. Maybe it was because I had seen him watching me as he flowed across the dance floor. Or maybe it was because I was truly interested in him, even though I was already involved in a relationship at the time.
Whatever the drive behind it was, I pushed myself away from the bar, but not before quickly drowning the shot of vodka that had been placed in front of me. I weaved my way through the dance floor with my eyes glued on that wild mane of hair. He was quite possibly the tallest person on the dance floor, so it was easy to keep track of where he was. It took awhile, but when I managed to shove my way through the last wall of people separating us, it felt like everything and everyone in the world ceased moving but us.
He didn't stop his dancing, even though I knew that he noticed me from the egotistical smirk that graced his face. The alcohol in my system had already worn my patience dangerously thin, so it only took a few seconds of him ignoring me before I started to get frustrated. I stomped forward and forcefully turned him around to face me, only to be frozen where I stood.
Had I noticed that the proud grin was still on his face, nothing that happened after that moment probably would have ever happened. Unfortunately, my attention was automatically diverted from his smile and locked onto his eyes as if I were in a trance. Those brilliant blue eyes that burned with the intensity of a thousand suns held me transfixed long enough for him to drape his arms around my waist and pull me flush against his well built body.
Once our gaze was severed and I was shoved back into the reality of the situation, I started to struggle against his hold. It was all for naught, as he only ignored my pushes and shoves and pulled me closer to him, moving until his mouth was beside my ear.
"The name's Troy. Got it memorized?" he whispered, and the way his breath ghosted over the nape of my neck sent a violent shiver through my body. "Who're you?"
I wanted to shout at him when he pulled away so he could look me in the eye, but for some reason I all I could muster was a voice that sounded weak to my own ears.
"I'm Gabriella," I muttered and narrowed my eyes. "Why were you watching me? I'm not something you can just stare at, you know?"
He smiled and shrugged, leaning in once again to whisper:
"I like looking at pretty things." A warm blush spread over my face at his words, and I wanted to punch him but I couldn't.
Instead, I just met his stare with one of my own and lost myself in his deep aquamarine eyes again. When I noticed that his face was getting awfully close to my own, it was almost too late. His lips were only centimetres away from my own when I snapped my face to the side and made his lips miss their mark.
"I'm taken," I muttered in answer to the confusion that shined in his eyes after he pulled away.
Almost immediately the confusion was replaced with mischief and he leaned in close again.
"So am I," he whispered and captured my lips before I had the time to argue.
The kiss that followed was one that I had never experienced with Ryan in the entire four years that we had been dating. There was no tenderness behind it, just the want to dominate and the willingness to submit. What was even more surprising to me was that I was the one who was submitting. I didn't fight against Troy's opened mouthed kisses and opened my mouth obligingly when he started to nip playfully at my bottom lip. I swear that an electric shock wave coursed through my body when our tongues entwined and slid against one another hotly, forcing a deep moan from my body that melted into the loud music that was pounding from the club's speakers.
Soon, my arms found their ways around Troy's neck and my fingers were buried in the hair at the base of his neck. His arms were wrapped tightly around my waist, and I could feel one of his hands toying with the hem of my shirt before it deftly slid beneath the thin cloth. The feeling of Troy's bare hands against my bare back made me groan loudly and tilt my face to make the kiss deeper than it already was.
I noticed a moment too late that we were moving and let out a rather undignified yelp as Troy managed to pick me up and set me down on a barstool. The shock wore of quickly enough and soon I had my legs wrapped around his waist to pull him as close to me as I could. I think I would have pulled him into my own body if it were possible. As it was, the feeling of pleasure that coursed through my body when our groins met sent my mind spiralling off into another dimension.
One of Troy's hands rested on the inside of my thigh while the other made its way up the front of my shirt to toy with one of my nipples. I arched desperately into the touch, letting a loud moan slip past my lips when Troy pulled away from my mouth for breath. If I had been in my right mind, I would have pushed Troy away right then and there. Unfortunately, if I hadn't have been drunk before Troy started our heated make-out session, I most definitely was wasted out of my mind by the time his lips started to nip and suck at the skin of my neck.
My breathing was heavy in my chest and it felt like I was about to explode from all of the pleasure that Troy was exerting on my body. His slender fingers and magical tongue worked endlessly at my flesh until I was little more than a submissive pile of goo in his arms.
As he rubbed me through the denim of my jeans, Troy's lips worked up the side of my neck and found a rather sensitive spot of skin that was just beneath my ear. I screamed and my eyes flew open in surprise, only to close again as his hand on my crotch moved and made me moan.
"You're beautiful, Brie," he whispered hotly into my ear.
"Don't call me that," I muttered through clenched teeth and a badly suppressed moan. "It's embarrassing." He laughed and licked the shell of my ear playfully.
"Then Brie it is."
I tried my hardest to glare at him, really I did, but it must have been weak because Troy only laughed and kissed me tenderly on the lips.
That tender kiss is what it took to finally send me crashing back into the reality of the situation at hand. There I was…in a crowded night club with sensual music playing in the background, making out with Troy. But that wasn't the hardest part of me to swallow. I had willingly surrendered myself to Troy—another man—even though I knew that I had a boyfriend who would be waiting for me when I got home. This was so wrong that there weren't even words to describe how disgusting I felt.
Troy was leaning in for another kiss when I turned my head to the side and put a hand over his lips. There must have been guilt swimming in my eyes when I looked back at him because the confusion in his eyes immediately disappeared, only to be replaced by heart-wrenching tenderness.
"I'm sorry," he whispered as his arms fell away from my waist. "I went too far and now you feel guilty. I'm sorry."
I shook my head. "No, it's my fault. I've never let myself go like that. Usually I have more self-control. It wasn't your fault."
Troy had moved far enough away from me while I talked that there was enough room for me to jump down from the stool. I started to walk away when he reached out and latched a gentle hand around my wrist. When I turned around to shout at him to let go, one look into his eyes made all the words in my throat disappear. He looked so lost…so lonely. Then I knew that he had been lying when he'd said that he had been taken. My heart screamed out for him, but I shoved it aside and forcefully reminded myself that I had Ryan before I acted even more rashly than I already had.
"Let me go, Troy," I said calmly with my eyes set as firmly as I could manage. "I have to go. My boyfriend's waiting for me at home."
He frowned and pulled me back to him, grabbing a pen from one of the tables around us as he did. I cocked my head to the side in confusion when he jotted something I couldn't see down on my hand, but then frowned when I saw that it was a phone number.
"Troy, I…"
My words were cut off when he placed another tender kiss to my lips.
"It doesn't mean anything," he muttered. "I don't really have any friends around here and I like you, so yeah… Just call me sometime so we can hang out or something." Please, his eyes finished silently.
Still frowning, I glanced between my hand and Troy's half-frowning, half-smiling face before I nodded. I really had no intention of calling him for anything, but I couldn't leave him looking so dejected like he was. And the smile that lit up his face with my affirmative response was enough to light up the entire room and send an unwanted shiver rippling down my spine.
"I'll see you," I said and waved.
He nodded, and I turned my back on him so I could leave the bar. I don't think I have ever driven as fast as I did that night in my entire life. All I wanted was to get home and away from that bar as quickly as possible before I lost all control. It was harder than I thought, seeing that I smelled Troy's cologne on me the entire drive.
Ryan was asleep on the couch when I finally made it home. I smiled tenderly at his sleeping face before running to the bathroom and taking a shower to rid myself of any traces of Troy. Although the shower made the scents disappear, the feelings stayed behind. As I stood under the downpour of water, I could still feel the lines his fingers had traced into my back and stomach and the designs his tongue had painted on my neck. For a moment I wondered what it would be like if I let him take me in a shower, but I quickly shook my head to rid it of such an awful thought. That would never happen. I wouldn't let it because it would hurt Ryan too much.
I could still see Troy's phone number on my hand when I finally left the bathroom. I don't know what possessed me to do it, but I grabbed a Post-It note from the stack in the kitchen on my way through and quickly jotted the number down. I stared blankly at the numbers for a couple of minutes after I wrote them before ripped the paper from the stack with a growl and stuck it in my pocket.
By the time I made it back into the living room, Ryan was beginning to rouse out of his sleep. I smiled at him sweetly when he waved and pushed himself up from the couch.
"You're home later than usual," he muttered sleepily, rubbing at his eyes. It made him look like a child.
My breath stuck in my throat for a moment as I thought of the right thing to say. I knew that I couldn't tell him what had actually happened, so I settled on an easy lie.
"Traffic was heavy on the highway. I think there may have been an accident or something, but I dunno."
He shrugged and ran a hand back through his shaggy platinum blonde hair. But it was nothing compared to Troy's
"I wish you would have called. My back's killing me from falling asleep on the couch."
I smiled sheepishly and went to his side so I could wrap an arm around his neck.
"Yeah, I know I should have. Sorry."
He shrugged again and willingly let me lead his to the bedroom. Once there, we each settled down into our own sides of the bed and curled beneath the blankets without another word shared. It only took a couple of minutes for Ryan's breath to even out in sleep, and I let loose a heavy sigh, rolling over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist.
What a wonderful night for my ordinary, practically scripted life to be turned upside down. I would be the very first to admit that my life was about as boring as it could get. That was the reason for my visits to the clubs in the first place. It gave me a chance to break away from the plainness of my life and be the person I hadn't had the chance to show since high school. I never would have thought in a thousand lives that I would have met someone like Troy during one of my nightly excursions.
'Troy.' A weak sigh slipped past my lips as the blonde's name slipped through my mind.
Suddenly, thoughts of what it would feel like to be held by someone as I was holding Ryan drifted through my mind. I scowled fiercely to myself and tried to hold the thoughts at bay, but something deep within my mind wouldn't let me. Soon I wasn't only wondering what it would be like to be held by someone, but what it would like to be held by Troy.
I growled quietly and pulled myself away from Ryan. Casting a sad glance back at his sleeping form, I frowned and slipped out of bed as carefully as I could. With seemingly never-ending thoughts of Troy floating through my mind, I had a feeling that it was going to be a long night.
I have split the one-shot up into four parts, so that it is easier to read. I hope you like my story; I thought that I might go for a different approach instead of a really fluffy Troyella.
Kitty x