HOPELESSLY: Troyella Fanfiction
Summary:
Gabriella Montez is shy, intelligent, and sweet, but always seems to fall through the cracks of East High's social ladder. Troy Bolton is immensely popular, smoking hot, and famous for his "player" status and his incredible cruelty. When their lives collide, what happens next? Gabriella despises him, Troy is frustrated by her. But then, one of them falls in desperately in love.
Gabriella Montez is shy, intelligent, and sweet, but always seems to fall through the cracks of East High's social ladder. Troy Bolton is immensely popular, smoking hot, and famous for his "player" status and his incredible cruelty. When their lives collide, what happens next? Gabriella despises him, Troy is frustrated by her. But then, one of them falls in desperately in love. It's a story about Fire and Ice.
Girls like me go by unnoticed, ignored. Girls like me, with mousy dark curls and kind chocolate eyes, with loose-fitting clothes and soft, unassuming voices. Girls like me… they never quite fit in, they never quite catch up, they walk through the hallways of life hoping to stumble upon something better, brighter – a place where they are noticed, remembered, adored.
Sometimes, as I clutch my books to my chest and wander from class to class, my eyes fall to the girls walking beside me. Eyes bright with laughter and carefully-applied makeup, shimmering blonde hair swinging, slim hips and bronzed legs encased in flowy, flattering scraps of clothing. They were the girls you remembered. Girls with perfect hair, perfect lips, perfect breasts, perfect lives. Being suffocated with 120 versions of Barbie in one high school was nauseating, painful. Sometimes, I feel like I'm not good enough, pretty enough, blonde enough. But most of the time, I just imagine their lives in 10 years: pregnant, homeless, and turning tricks on the corner of Main Street. I envision smiling despondently as I walked by them on my way to my six-figure dream job, my handsome doctor husband, my warm, happy home. It's the one cruel fantasy I allow myself to dwell on. It's the only thing that keeps me going.
Tipping my face back, I stare at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I guess I could be pretty if I tried. The tiny tube of black MAC mascara is burning a hole in my jeans, and I can imagine walking through the halls with beautiful, coated lashes. No, I wouldn't walk, I'd saunter. I'd swish my hips back and forth and toss my mane of chestnut hair over my shoulder. Boys would whisper about me, eyes hungry, breath short. I'd be the queen of the school: the smart, sexy, wanton vixen. But maybe, that's not who I want to be.
Licking my lips one last time, I tuck a wayward strand of hair behind my ear and turn away from my reflection, hands stuffed into my pockets.
At least girls like me didn't get hurt.
Holy crap, she is so damn hot.
Blonde hair, green eyes, sexy ass, and a reality-defying body, all wrapped up into one incredibly dull cheerleader.
But damn, she's fine.
She's pulling at my arm, whispering something sultry in my ear, and I'm trying to remember her name. Jessie? Jenny? Jackie?
"Jackie, you're too fucking sexy for your own fucking good," I mutter hoarsely into her hair, loving the way her breasts brush up against my arm, the way her long legs look in the skirt she's wearing. The way she moans breathily against me, the way I know, in an hour, she'll be on her back, screaming my name.
" Troy…" she whimpers shamelessly, rubbing up against me in the middle of the hallway. We're leaning against the lockers, wrapped up in each other, and I've never felt so in control in my entire life. This is how I liked them: blonde, sexy, easy. Moaning my name, wriggling against me, clawing at my clothes in full view of everyone else. This is what girls really want. Someone to play with, cling to, fuck with. No strings attached, no emotions involved. Just hot, rough, painful sex.
And God, this philosophy is so working out for me.
In the midst of the haze of lust and sweat, I hear someone carefully clearing their throat behind me. Jackie, or Jenna, stills her fingers from slowly unbuttoning my shirt and peers above my shoulder at the intruder with cruel irritation.
"Got a problem, bitch?"
"Umm… you guys are… on my locker."
The voice, is shy, nervous, trembling. I wipe my mouth and turn my head, acutely aware of the hair falling into my eyes.
She's small, petite, and has olive skin, dark eyes, darker hair, and I'm sure I've seen her before, but I don't know where, and quite frankly, with a handful of hot blonde next to me, I don't care.
"Can you move?" Her voice has a hint of frustration now, and she's looking at her watch, impatient.
I let go of Jessi and walk closer to the small girl, looming over her, the crown of her head barely reaching the tips of my broad shoulders. She trembles in fear, but doesn't back down. Her eyes glare back into mine with the same intensity, and I decide that she could be mildly attractive if she tried harder. But right now, I'm pissed and frustrated and I want her out of my sight. Stupid bitch.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" I shove her into the lockers, love the sharp intake of breath I get in return. She bites her lower lip before whispering, "Gabriella Mon-"
"This is rich!" I laugh humourlessly and bring my face closer to hers. "You think I actually care about what your name is, slut? What I want you to do is turn around, walk away, and never, ever speak to us again." I lean even closer to her, twisting a strand of her hair around my finger almost tenderly before raising my arm and scattering the books she's holding in her arms all over the tiled floor.
Her eyes well up, but she bites her lip to stop from crying. I laugh in her face and turn towards Jackie, grabbing her roughing and pressing her against the locker door. With one hand, I tangle my fingers into her hair, with the other, I outline the curve of her breast.
Show the bitch right.
For a moment, I almost turn my head to see if she's still there, but as Jackie slips her hot little fingers under my shirt, I can't find a reason to why I should even care.
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Hey guys! My name's Joanna and I absolutely love the Troyella pairing - why can't there be a Troy for everyone? lol:)
Well, this is my first time writing fanfiction, so please, please, please review. I'd love to hear what you have to say about the story so far, what you want to see, and any constructive criticism.
I hope you enjoyed reading, and stay tuned for another chapter in the near future.