Psycho Stalker by itsxloveeee
"He's watching us, Troy. He's waiting to make his next move." T&G. Rated M.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from High School Musical.
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As the sunlight poured through the window of a small apartment in the city of Los Angeles, a young brunette stirred from a peaceful slumber. Her eyes opened, only to be met by a pair of cerulean orbs. Her lips and the lips of the man next to her met in a soft kiss, and when the two parted unwillingly, an identical smile toyed on both of their faces.
"Good morning beautiful," He whispered huskily, while removing a strand of hair from her face, gently.
"Morning," She moaned, still sleepy from the night before.
He chuckled quietly, knowing why his loving, yet erotic girlfriend was so tired. "Did I wear you out that much last night?"
She nodded drowsily and allowed her eyes to close. The man admired his girlfriend's beauty…her bronze skin, ebony curls, and petite figure. The sight of her made him yearn for a repeat of the night before; he could even feel the tent forming in his boxers. Not only her appearance, but also her personality…smart, kind, gentle, graceful, sensitive, and naïve made him desire her, made him love her. In his mind, she is so much more than what words can describe. She is just, Brie…his Brie.
Troy Bolton, she thought, my Troy Bolton. The one with the beautiful light blue eyes, toned body, and an award-winning smile. He is smart, funny, generous, kind, caring, sensitive, sweet, and so much more. Even with her eyes closed, Gabriella could tell Troy was watching her lay there, breathing.
She was about to open her eyes, when an obnoxious beeping noise rang loudly through their bedroom. A groan came from each of their throats at the thought of having to get up and go to work.
Gabriella, at the age of 23, is working as the assistant to the editor of Haute Couture, a high-end fashion magazine where they feature one of a kind pieces all over the world. The magazine also gives tips on how to make outfits look one of a kind. Gabriella is hoping to become a designer for the magazine in the future. Where as Troy, at the age of 23, is working his ass off writing for the Los Angeles Times as a reporter and working on his first novel. Back in college, Troy collapsed on the basketball court and was rushed to the hospital, only to learn that he has a possibly fatal heart condition called HCM. That was when he promised Gabriella he would stop playing basketball and take up his second dream, being a writer. (I got the idea from One Tree Hill with Lucas's condition)
Both of them are heading towards their dreams, and doing them together. Even though they are not close to any of their friends or family from Albuquerque, the two have their new friends in the city, along with old college friends.
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Troy slid his laptop into his briefcase as Gabriella placed the rest of her paperwork into a glittery pink folder. She looked up at him and smiled when he took a sip of the coffee in his hand.
She asked, "So Mr. Bolton, is there anything exciting going on in the office today? Any hot interns I should be worried about."
He chuckled, "Only if a certain brunette switches her profession and comes to work at the Times." After taking the last sip of his coffee, he placed the mug on the counter next to the sink and grabbed his briefcase to leave.
She noticed his departure, so she quickly hurried over to him and placed a light kiss on his lips. When the two lips parted, she whispered, "Knock 'em dead baby."
Troy smiled and whispered back, "You too. I love you."
"I love you too."
They stood in each other's embrace for a few more seconds before they left their apartment and drove off to a busy day of work.
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Troy was finishing the last of his article on the election of Scott Brown in Massachusetts, when a flirty, and sexy intern sat on his desk.
"Hi Troy," The girl whispered seductively, "The third floor closet is free for us, to get it on."
Troy surveyed the blonde female sitting in front of him. She has chocolate brown eyes and tanned skin, with a smile that any guy would fall for. Her petite frame curves in the right places and her long legs appear to be smooth. Her large breasts perch out of the top of her shirt, not too much, but enough to tease a man. Another word for a person like her is a horny intern looking to get in the pants of anyone that has somewhat decent looks.
All Troy could think of was, "What's your name?"
"My name?" She giggled flirtatiously. After he nodded, she continued, "My name is Sharpay Evans. Oh and by the way…I'm not an intern, I write and edit for the entertainment section of the newspaper. I started last week."
Evans was the only thing on Troy's mind…he knows someone with the last name Evans, but who is it? He decided to ask.
"Do you know anyone else in the town with your last name?" After the words left his mouth, he knew how stupid they sounded. Like really, Evans is such a common name, it could be anyone.
The blonde simply shrugged, "I have a twin that works as a designer for Haute Couture."
'That's him!' Troy thought, 'That is the guy that Gabriella talks about from the office.'
Silence surrounded them in the small cubicle, when Sharpay asked, "Do you know him?"
Troy shook his head, "Not personally, but my girlfriend works with him at the magazine."
She pouted. He has a fucking girlfriend. 'Wait', she thought, 'When has that stopped me before?'
"Well, enough of 20 questions and let's get down to business. Do you want to have sex or not?" Sharpay's blunt question shocked Troy, causing him to stumble over his words, "Uh…you kn—know, I-I c-can't-t…"
She cut him off mid sentence, thinking that he was just nervous that she would tell his girlfriend, "Don't worry, I won't say a thing. Besides, I am so fucking wet for you." The seductive purr in her voice almost made Troy go wild, but then he remembered Gabriella and came back to Earth.
Before he could move away, Sharpay brought his hand to her opening to let him feel her and how wet she was, but as soon as his hand met her flesh, he pulled his hand away instantly.
"Just go away Sharpay. I have to get home to my girlfriend." He stressed the word girlfriend, hoping for her to get the picture. It worked because she sighed and walked off to another cubicle, still trying to get sex. All Troy thought of her was a horny new employee he would not be mixing with.
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Gabriella sat at her desk, typing furiously on the keyboard in front of her when someone laughed, "What are you trying to do? Kill it?"
She turned around in her chair to see a man with blonde hair and brown eyes. She immediately recognized him as Ryan Evans, the gay designer.
Gabriella smiled tiredly, "No, I just want to get this over with so I can go home and see my boyfriend."
Ryan decided to pull up a chair and survey the work she was doing on her computer. He offered, "This looks simple enough. Send it to me through our work email and I will finish it for you tonight. Besides, the last thing I want to do is go home to my bitchy sister."
She giggled and thanked him, "Well thank you very much for your help. Is there anyway I can repay you?"
After thinking for a few seconds in complete silence, he said, "You could bring your boyfriend over for dinner sometime. It would be me, you, my sister, and…"
Gabriella understood that he didn't know her boyfriend's name, so she finished for him, "It's Troy."
"Well, bring him over and we will have a great time! I will send you my address tomorrow and then we can plan a day."
"It's a date," she confirmed.
He nodded and bid her goodbye. As he was walking away, he asked, "Do you mind if I bring my boyfriend?"
Gabriella smiled sweetly and shook her head, "Not at all. As long as you don't hit on mine."
The two laughed and sealed the deal. After Ryan was out of sight, Gabriella sent him the paperwork and gathered all of her belongings to head home.
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On her way home, she decided to stop at Starbucks and get a cup of black coffee. While she was waiting in line, a masculine voice called her name, "Gabriella Montez?"
She turned around to see a tall man with broad shoulders and a very muscular figure. He has brown eyes, brown hair, and tanned skin.
She had no idea who this man was, so she turned around, thinking she was just hearing things. Her name was called again, "Gabriella Montez?"
She turned around once more, and the man waved at her, so she motioned him over. When he reached her she asked immediately, "Do I know you? Or do you know me?"
His deep laugh filled the room, "No and kind of. I am your cousin."
"What?" she asked, completely confused because her mom had only one sister that died before having any children.
He repeated, thinking she was somewhat stupid, "I am your cousin."
Bewildered, she stepped out of line and he followed. She then asked, "How?"
"Let's take a seat so I can explain."
She agreed and they sat at a nearby table. Then, he explained, "My mother died when I was born from childbirth and after that, I was sent off to an orphanage. No one knew about me, so you would have never heard of me. I recently found my father and he told me about my mother. I then sent out looking for another living blood relative, which is you."
Surprised, she thought over everything he just said. It was true, only her and her mother was left remaining for his blood relatives on this side of the family and if he lives in LA, she would be easier to reach.
"Well," Gabriella began, "This is kind of a shock…but I'm…glad to meet you." She wasn't sure about this guy just yet, but she figured if she got to know him, they would be good friends.
"I am very glad to meet you too." The way he stressed the word very scared Gabriella a bit, but she thought that if he never met any of his relatives, it would be nice to meet one of them.
After a long pause of silence between the two, Gabriella stood up, "I better head home. It's getting late."
He looked over at the clock on the wall and nodded in agreement. The man said, "You never asked my name…it is Sean Collins."
"It really is nice to meet you. If you would like, you could come for dinner sometime and meet my boyfriend."
At the word boyfriend, he tensed up, but that went unnoticed by Gabriella. While he calmed down, she wrote her number and address on a piece of paper.
"Stop by or call sometime. I would like to get to know you better." She said after handing him the piece of paper. Sean simply nodded and watched her walk off into the distance.
When she exited the building and looked back to see him staring at her, she thought it was a little creepy. After deciding to push that out of her mind, she got in her car and drove home to her loving boyfriend.
Review please!!! What I plan on doing is writing the first four chapters of this story, and then everyone can vote on the order of which you want me to write my three on going stories. There will be a poll and a chapter in each story for voting!!