You'll go out in style.
First fanfiction of mine you may see. I'm making this up as I type.
Disclaimer-I do not own the cheese that is High School Musical.
It was in a way inspired by Paramore- fences.
One. Two. Three.
Troy saw their faces. Each and every one of them radiating a beauty so seductively innocent, and his job would put out their light. He would indulge them, almost torture them while he could and then he would demolish them. He would take advantage, oh yes, he wasn't the type to let an offer like this pass.
His eyes stared at the pictures layed before him on the desk so intensely that his boss feared he would burn a hole through them, through the polished oak.
"So, Bolton.
You appear to be.., captivated by these three women. I take that as a yes to the deal?"
Shifting in his seat, Troy grinned at the man in his late 50s.
"I trust I would get something in return?"
A loud roar of laughter rung out in the small, dimly lit room.
Troy's smirk faded. He was stunned by a fist landing on the photo of a petite, hazel eyed blonde.
"You and I both know it is a job suited for both of us, Bolton. So cut the crap."
Troy felt a empty ache in his stomach.
With a nod of his head, he was out the door and into the damp night.
The streetlamps were flickering; the moon was luminous in the midnight blue sky. The perfect atmosphere. But not now – No - he would wait. Do it slowly one by one so they knew he was coming. The latina would be last.
He climbed into his BMW X6 and the key in the ignition and sat for a few seconds, pondering over the 'blonde picture', lost in his own sinful thoughts. Finally, after a couple of minutes he threw the three images over onto the passenger seat and reversed out of the parking lot. Zooming off into the deserted night.
A/N: Ookay, I'm aware this is very short but it is just a teaser, almost a trailer so you know what this story is like. I may post short paragraphs like this sometimes but I will be frequent and hopefully up to your standards
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