A/N: Congratulations. You have just successfully made this author speechless.
I'm just... honored, awed, amazed, flattered, and most importantly thankful for the response I got from the first chapter. Just, holy crap thank you. I really want to give each and every one of you a hug right now for the unbelievable amount of comments I got. Honestly, I've never EVER felt so satisfied that maybe I'm doing something right. So thank you, so much, a zillion thanks. I really enjoyed reading what people loved specifically about the chapter, those always make me smile. I know I'm a lazy author who doesn't send comments back to my reviewers, which you guys totally deserve, but I hope that you understand it may take away from my writing time. But, wow again THANK YOU!
A common question was whether or not Sharpay knew about Troy dating Gabriella. Yes, she does. It should explain in the next two chapters. And also, Troy's dad is a lawyer and the basketball coach. But he's not a gym teacher like in the origional HSM.
I want to thank laughXoutXloud, Pandora147, and liv3inlov3 for helping me pick out Troy's... well... just read and find out. If I had someone else help me too, then yell at me because I asked so long ago I can't remember.
And finally, remember that this format of this story is different than my others. So don't shoot me. Thanks so much for reading and the AMAZING reviews. I hope you guys like this chapter!
1228 Angel Drive, Albuquerque, New Mexico.
An address. It was the single address of a house about twenty minutes away from the bloody steps of East High. The large home was guarded by lush trees that surrounded the perimeter, guarding the lake that was ripping beneath the sparkling stars. The white two-story lingered along the water, with the lengthy asphalt driveway which held about twenty-five parked cars. The wrap around porch in the near the entrance held host to two drunken couples with their tongues in each other's mouths. The base of the music shook the earth with a vengeance. Multicolored lights strobed through the shiny glass bay windows. Welcome to Heaven.
Troy stared at his second house with excitement bleeding through his shining ceruleans. There it was, the reason his heart beat. The one place to find solace with its large white pillars climbing up the side. It was no secret why it was nicknamed "Heaven". The Victorian style house looked as though it was holy with perfection. Flawless. And for Troy, it was most definitely his favorite place in the universe. It was far over his love of the basketball court, or his room in the basement. Thank fucking God they were there.
"You're driving too damn slow." Sharpay's shrilling voice complained within the dark shadows of the midnight 2007 Infiniti G35 Sedan. It paid to have a father who could spoil his wealthy money on the basketball captain. Slowly, Troy maneuvered the expensive car through the line of other vehicles which were giving a boarder to the wide driveway. He reached up, a scarlet glitter on his right knuckle from his class ring shown, and opened the small garage door opener. The pretty house immediately sprang to life and opened its door to reveal the silver 2006 Acura RSX glinting beneath the star light. Damn, even her car caused his stomach to flip just looking at it.
They were so close. He was so close to her. He could feel it in his chest. Troy's burning heart slammed against his ribcage almost as fast as when he was on the court a few hours ago. His hands were shaking with anticipation. He couldn't wait any longer to see her. "Chill Shar."
Heaven was Troy and Gabriella's haven. It was owned by Mr. and Mrs. Evans as a summer lake house that they rarely ever used. Actually, they had only been there once in the two years that Troy had found out about the gorgeous mansion. Almost a year and a half ago, the drama queen had offered it up to the new lovers as a safe place to be able to be together. So technically, the Evans paid the bills, but in reality, it belonged to Troy and Gabriella.
Faster. They needed to get in the house faster. Troy's long legs began to vibrate as he eagerly jogged over to the white door. The keys jingled in his shaking hand as he reached out to unlock the door. Two weeks, two weeks of intense practices, eating healthy, and having absolutely no time to see the outside world had driven him mad. Come on you stupid door, just unlock!
"Troy… Troy it's open!" Sharpay's manicured nails shimmied in the dark shadows as she gripped the door knob with defiance and pushed the heavy door open.
Oh.
"Erm… I knew that." He embarrassedly replied while running a nervous hand through his chestnut shag. Idiot Bolton. You just wasted precious seconds with her.
Sharpay's accusing eyes rolled as though he was the dumbest person in the world. "Just got find your sex slave before you explode from lack of thrusting or whatever." The drama queen mused before waving her thin fingers into the pounding house.
Oh hell yes. Troy's eyes dangerously shifted to the black abyss with the slight hint of magenta and cyan hues of light. Immediately, he jumped through the threshold and felt a surge of love race through his muscular body. A ball of heat burst through his stomach as his cocky grin exploded onto his smooth visage. He felt, whole, completely put together like an intricate puzzle as he looked through the narrow black hallway. His heart was keeping beat with the throbbing music that had just deafened him as he shoved his keys into the pocket of his loose basketball shorts. Sharpay forced him to wear his crimson Wildcat basketball t-shirt for "spirit".
He better not be wearing ANY clothes soon or he was certain that his cock was going to self destruct from being too damn hard and no stimulation.
Troy quickly stepped through the hallway of the light wood to be revealed to cloud colored walls. The spongy carpet was a pale grey to match with the dusty tinted sofa. The sleek plasma screen TV was pushed off towards the large bay window overlooking the twinkling lake, along with the rest of the ash wooded furniture. Instead of the living room, it had now taken the place of the dance floor, and the large midnight speakers bounced with power. Over fifty horny teenagers were scrunched up against each other, grinding to the beat of the rap.
Where the hell WAS she?
"BOLTON!"
On cue, everyone spun around like lightning to see their basketball captain with wide and embarrassed eyes. The shadow looming over his bronze visage was dangerous. The azure lasers were searching, his chest beginning to heave with anticipation just as the entire group of tipsy teens erupted into an applause that overpowered the pulsating base. Cheers filled the heated room as everyone attempted to swarm their basketball captain. Their hero.
Fuck, Gabriella where are you?
"Great game Troy!" A blonde with a short ruby skirt attempted to hug his built torso, but the crowd all pushed her from his grasp.
How they kept the relationship a secret when forty-eight people knew was completely over his head. The thrill of being rebellious seemed to excite the juniors who were aware, while it terrified Troy. But he pushed all thoughts of everyone else out of the way while he feigned a smile and shoved through the group, feeling the bodies close around him in every attempt to touch him, feel his bulging muscles to give them the strength he had. But he pushed through. He had to find her; it was starting to kill him.
Suddenly, a black-haired shag popped into Troy's distracted vision, which actually produced a real smile from his flushed cheeks. "Jason!" Troy's crackled voice yelled as he shoved past the excited fans like a celebrity and embraced the basketball player who was the same height as he was. "Great game man!"
"Me? Bolton you kicked ass out there!" Jason Cross complimented as his vivid brown eyes danced with delight beneath the flashing lights. Jason was one of Troy's closest friends, along with the towering chocolate brown skin coming closer to them now, Zeke Baylor. The only problem was that they were both on the "Montez" side. Damn war.
Troy took a step in advancement through the packed crowd to meet his friend. "Baylor, awesome…"
"ZEEEKKKEE!"
A sudden whoosh of warm air blew almost knocking the MVP down. Before he could realize what was happening, the model like blonde was shoving her long tongue down Zeke's throat. Sharpay's hands were gripping at his face wildly, while Zeke seemed to be in complete shock, but not complaining. They had been dating for a little less than three months now, and his mellow personality seemed to balance perfectly with Sharpay's "ice queen" reputation.
"Don't fuck in my living room!" Troy snapped with an amused smirk on his face. Sharpay immediately pulled her now smeared lips away from him and narrowed her icy eyes.
"It's not like you and Gabs haven't christened every damn room in this house… daily."
Gabriella.
The sound of her name made his raging heart skip a beat once again. Immediately, the flames of lust exploded in his cobalt irises as his head snapped desperately around. His pulse quickened in the blackness as he used the multicolored lights to attempt to find his lover. Stop teasing him damn it!
"He hasn't shut up about her for two weeks, let him yell at you." A deep voice suddenly filled his ears distantly as Troy let disappointment simmer in his anxious stomach when he turned to see a giant black afro bouncing towards him with a dark skinned beauty with a matching bob for hair holding his large hand. Troy's best friend since preschool, Chad Danforth.
"Where is she?" Troy asked the genius beside him dangerously who just obnoxiously rolled her black eyes.
"Well hello to you too, Troy. I'm so glad you remembered you haven't seen me in two weeks." Taylor McKessie bitterly snubbed before Troy's orbs turned to ice.
Troy crossed his built arms, making his biceps bulge with pure power. "Hi Taylor… where the hell is she?"
She didn't have to answer.
The atmosphere in the sweaty room suddenly shifted. The air radiated from another part than it did before. He felt her presence whisper over his skin and coax his attractive head to turn towards the kitchen in his ear. The sapphires engorged in hunger as he saw her through the archway, the goddess letting the bounces of her midnight hair to cascade over her rounded breasts. The rest of the ecstatic room disappeared; faded to the point that she was the only one within the five mile radius in her crimson jersey. Troy physically felt a pull of desire surge through his swollen heart. A fever raged through his thick veins when her eyes met his. She gazed at him with chocolate brown spheres with a dark rim of passion circling them. The inferno between them was too strong, too magnetic for Troy to remain still anymore.
Troy threw himself forward, immediately battling against his fans that all wanted to touch a bit of the Bolton magic, even if they were bound by the Montezs. He exerted more force than any basketball game could ever cause. Shoving his powerful body forward, Troy felt his heart race as though it was about to go into cardiac arrest. Two weeks since he had touched her, two weeks since he had gazed at her with the love she deserved. Troy never felt more alive then when his hand closed around her burning wrist, setting a blaze to her olive skin.
The moment their lips touched the rest of the universe was ignited into smithereens. Every single muscle succumbed to her spell as he pulled her slender body to his built chest. He gripped her back with desperation that would have made others believe they hadn't seen each other in years rather than days. Her warm lips kneaded his aggressively, the need to feel him clearly evident at the way she gripped his scalp as though she was holding her life. The way her tickling nails dug into his shaggy hair was enough to cause him to groan in longing.
Fireworks continued to shoot through his vision as his tongue found its favorite place tangled in hers. He could hear the hypnotic sounds of Gabriella's whimper echoing through the inviting house. Troy's hand delicately ran down her spine, sending shivers to course through her body. Finally, after what was much too short for Troy's liking Gabriella pulled away from him, completely breathless to matching Troy's husky panting. "I missed you." He muttered lovingly against her lips before letting his eyes flutter open. Gabriella's were still closed as she had a coy smile on her face, as though she was absorbing the moment.
"I can tell," she whispered back in her honey tone that made Troy want to crash to his knees and bow to her holiness. Instead, he opted to press his lips against hers again in a tender kiss that caused his toes to curl. "I missed you too."
Troy's cocky smirk grazed his lips again. "Yeah? Good."
Gabriella finally allowed her eyes to bat open before she bit her bottom lip sexily. "Congratulations. You played amazing." Gabriella complimented before Troy kissed her soundlessly again, feeling himself become entranced with her beauty beneath the blue glow of the night.
"Thanks." Troy slowly nipped at the crook of her neck. She arched her back, a reflex that he knew she did to see how much he wanted her. Ummm… she didn't even need to, he wanted her more than anything but didn't want to act like a horn ball and shove her to the bedroom. "Where were you?"
Gabriella seductive smile crossed her angelic face. "Teasing you," she innocently let her fingers dance up the muscles on his back, causing him to tremble with need. "Is Aaron pissed your not going to Johnson's?"
Troy shook his head while connecting their heated foreheads, love spilling between their purely content eyes. "I told him I was going to Shar's for the night. He thinks I'm getting lucky."
Gabriella's tauntingly raised her thin eyebrow. God, did she want to kill him? "Are you?"
A tight pull at the hem of his boxers caused him to smirk suggestively at her. "Am I?"
The seductress pushed her entire body against him, lingering inches from his starving lips. The temperature between them was overpowering his frame, causing feverous chills to run through his veins and back to his flaming heart. Troy was just about to lean in to kiss her breathlessly again before Gabriella jumped away from his grasp, teasing him with a coaxing smile that almost made Troy ejaculate loudly just from staring at her swaying body.
"We have guests Bolton. Can't keep them waiting." She replied smoothly before spinning around and immerging herself into the thick of the teenagers, brought together by them.
The music surged through her veins. She moved with the rhythm of the pounding beat swiftly, listening to the erotic sounds of his grunts from behind. His stunning face was nestled into her midnight hair, while his powerful hands gripped her rounded hips as they grinded evenly to the beat of the base. She was reaching a euphoria that was worth every second they were apart. Every moment they were separated by the raging war beneath the roof of East High seemed to be murdered by the sensuality of their dance. The basketball player nipped at her tender ear.
"Godd… I l…love you, Tay." Chad mumbled drunkenly which caused the valedictorian to roll her black eyes annoyingly at his behavior.
"I'd love you more if you weren't smashed right now," Taylor joked heartedly before spinning in his arms and pecking him gently on the lips. "But you earned it I guess."
Troy and Gabriella weren't the only ones who suffered from the tension between the Boltons and the Montezs. Taylor and Chad were also victims, along with Sharpay and Zeke. Of the core eight "couples" whom were also best friends, the tiny girl with brunette curls and wide rimmed glasses with her boyfriend Jason were the only ones who had their lovers on the same "side". It drove the other three couples crazy with jealousy
"But not as good as my Zekey!" Sharpay, who was dancing with Zeke next to them and Jason with Kelsi Neilson not far away, long fingers wrapped around Zeke's chocolate face and wiggled his strong chin around. Taylor shook her head almost disappointedly, Sharpay was more than drunk. Then again, most of the teenagers grinding in the black living room were.
"Ar…are we on clean up…up duty?" Drunken Chad questioned before attempting to pull Taylor closer, producing a moan from deep within her throat.
Taylor knew that she was going to be stuck hanging around after to help clean up once everyone left. It was rounding up on twelve-thirty and the students were beginning to dissipate, so about half still lingered around. She knew that Kelsi, the only one besides Zeke who had not inhaled all drops of alcohol, would assist her before heading home. Zeke and Sharpay were getting into their heavy make out session, so she knew they would be leaving soon. Chad and Taylor would probably be sleeping over in the bedroom that had been dubbed "theirs" when they first started coming to 1228. But Chad would be out like a light soon.
"Gabriella will help too when she comes down." Kelsi smiled encouragingly, her normally shy voice fighting with the thumping music.
Sharpay laughed as though someone just told her she looked ugly in her white mini skirt. "Kelsi, Gabriella's not…not coming backkkk."
Taylor was silent as she shifted in Chad's protective arms, feeling her groin rubbing dangerously up with his. The sensuality of the darkness was overpowering. Damn him for passing out soon. "Wher…"
"Where do you think she is?" Taylor rolled her black eyes upward to follow Sharpay's drunken gaze, staring up at the lofty ceiling, the fuchsia spotlights flashing against the white paint. All six of them stared upward and Taylor swore she could see the roof over their head shake violently.
Yep. Gabriella was definitely NOT helping with clean up that night.
Troy Bolton was easily addicted.
The second he picked up a basketball when he was three, he had fallen madly in love and barely put it back down again. He ate waffles every single day, not for breakfast, but for snacks after practice. If he didn't have them, then there would be hell to pay. He was also addicted the summer going into freshman year to something that could have killed his basketball career and eventually his life, but that's a whole other story.
But above all things, Troy Bolton was absolutely addicted to the feel of his girlfriend's naked body pressed up against his.
"Oh god…" He mumbled as he felt her sensuous lips dance over the curve of his tight jaw. Gabriella's nude frame was hovered over him, her rounded breasts dangling over his eager face and her legs straddling his defined torso. Her smooth cheeks burned a seductive smile that was causing Troy to feel his entire being pulsate, crave for stimulation. Especially the throbbing erection that was beginning to feel like Chinese water torture for her not tending to its needs. Stop teasing damn it!
"Someone's eager tonight…" The seductress grazed his earlobe with her wet lips as Troy felt a surge of desire race through him. Gabriella suddenly shifted her body so she was arched like an erotic feline, her soaking sex now pushing up against the head of his pulsating member. He could feel her scorching heat burn against his tender skin.
Holy shit.
"Gabriella!" Troy's muscular body writhed beneath her with the satin ruby sheets and a pearly colored bedspread with charcoal designs caressed his sticky back. The large room allowed her name to be echoed off, even through the pounding beat from the thumping base below. All the muffled music did was cause a tempo to the zealous kisses. "Fuck I missed you…"
All the adrenaline that had built up since he found out the Wildcats were going to state only heightened his rabid arousal. Gabriella closed the gap between their sweat-drenched skin as she grounded her engorged nub against him, moaning in response. Just watching his girlfriend pleasure herself with his hardness was almost enough to make Troy go right then. Her gorgeous eyes were shut blissfully with a lucid smile plastered on her stunning visage. "You played amazing Wildcat…" The temptress whispered erotically in his ear before nibbling on it.
Troy's strong muscles on his right arm gripped her curves tightly as she rocked tauntingly against him. In the shadows of the room, he could feel her soft fingers teasingly rest to cage his spinning head beneath her cascading tendrils. Their chapped lips were inches from each other while Troy's left palm lovingly closed around her small wrist, taking in the sweet vanilla scent that he craved. "More…"
She giggled sweetly just before letting their kiss turn into a furious tango. "More?" His ceruleans suddenly widened with fury when tropical lava tricked down the side of his rock erection. She released a drop of her juices with sent Troy's entire body on fire. The erotic trickle was enough to cause his head to throw back wildly, sucking in air in desperation.
"Fuck… fuck... Gab…!" He groaned torturously while his sweaty face contorted into raw pleasure. His slick chest panted, grasping for any sense of oxygen she was sucking from him. "So good, so, so good…"
In less than thirty seconds, Troy managed to roll Gabriella onto her back and slide a vibrant green condom onto his throbbing member. The blood was rushing past his ears as he kissed her feverously one more time, feeling as though every muscle was contracting, preparing itself for the inevitable penetration. Gabriella widened her slender legs, Troy felt himself completely hard while gazing at her shining folds beneath the black light that filtered through the canopy of the bed. Her peaked nipples rose and fell rapidly as she pleaded with her hungry orbs.
"I love you…" He mumbled before dipping his tip inside her wetness. Fuck… god so good. She arched her sturdy back as he lingered there teasingly, before unsheathing himself again, watching the classic "o" shape of her mouth form.
"Troy! Deeper…" She begged, gripping the back of his sensitive butt cheeks and thrusting him inside her again
Whenever Troy entered her for the first time, he fell in love with her all over again. Being inside the moist, yet most intimate organ was like plunging himself into the bath of molten lava. Gabriella moaned his name, the sound that turned him on instantly as she carefully threaded her arms to grip his firm shoulders, pressing her blushed cheek to his bare chest while Troy found his rhythm to match the base bellow them.
He pumped inside her languorously, chanting her name as he felt her finger delicately trace the two Chinese characters resting between his defined blades on his powerful back. Gabriella pressed her intoxicating lips to his neck before squeezing her eyes shut. "Forever." She whispered the meaning of his black tattoo as though their love was sin.
In some eyes, it was.
Her thermal warmth inside her core was massaging Troy's erection with perfection in every out stroke, to the point that it felt like waves of sonic pressure were shooting between their joint bodies. "Closer… I want you closer baby…" Troy urged as he penetrated deeper, slowly attempting to part her legs even further. His swift fingers reached her swollen clitoris and leisurely began to press her hot spot at the same speed that he thrusted inside her core.
A sudden pressure exploded at the tip of his length, and it took a moment before Troy realized that Gabriella was rolling her vaginal muscles down his shaft. The ecstasy it induced was so powerful that Troy momentarily halted his drives, only to feel the flurry of mish mash fill his now empty head. "Oh god… oh god… so good baby…"
"I love you…" She left an open mouth kiss on his chest as she languidly hooked her legs around his rippling abs. His erection pierced deeper, further inside Gabriella to caress the spongy flesh that caused her to chant his name with raw desire. He peppered his lips gently to her sweat covered temple, feeling the drop of salty perspiration dribbling down his burning body.
Gabriella gripped his now soaking hair, Troy practically crashing the pretty bed into the light smoky colored wall. She rolled her walls around him again, before tightening them and his pace quickened. He felt the familiar compression in his sex, building the pressure as he began to pant uncontrollably. He could feel his climax within his reach, coaxing him to euphoria. "Faster… Troy harder!" Gabriella breathlessly screamed before her drenched curls were tossed back wildly.
Troy felt the orgasm ripple through his body as he spilled his seed inside her warmth, the latex catching his fluid before it could disperse in her body. He sounded grunts of imprecations to attempt to bring his rapture to words, though none could describe the raging emotions coursing through his thick veins.
"Shit… holy… fuck Gabriella…" He struggled to form coherent words in his ragged pants. Troy shifted his heavy muscles so they were now tangled on their slick sides. Gabriella's thin ribs were heaving as her still erect nipples were pressed against his protruding pectorals.
He loved the feeling of Gabriella's trembling body after making love. Just being able to hold her tightly, letting his biceps contract around her in pure adoration was enough to satisfy him a million times more then the actual orgasm ever would. She nuzzled his neck softly, Troy enjoying the sensations of his toes curling when she sprinkled a kiss to the side of his face before gazing at him with pure lust. "I love you."
"Love you too," Troy mumbled before kissing her salty forehead, not ever wanting to move from the pretzel form their bodies created. "I'm not going two weeks again without seeing you."
Gabriella giggled sweetly before rubbing her adorable nose against his. "It's not your fault you had basketball all the time. It's over now and we have more time to be together."
They had no reason to whisper, for the black dresser and night stand would not tell their secret, obviously. However, the sensuality of the moment was heightened by their soft tones. Gabriella suddenly shivered from her drying sweat, and Troy pulled her closer if that was even possible. "Cold?"
She nodded her frazzled curls. Troy grinned cheekily before tenderly shifting them to slip beneath the satin covers, adjusting them so he was now pulled out of her with his condom discarded and her arms encircling his chest. "I'm gonna have to go to the bathroom soon." She openly stated while Troy shook his head and buried his face into her long locks.
"You're not leaving me." He whispered. Sure it would be for a few minutes, but Troy valued every second they had together.
"You'll live." She teased before kissing his chapped lips gingerly.
"I don't think I will," Troy felt her wiggle out of his tight grasp, but he pulled her back to his chest again, letting their nude bodies fall into the spooning position. "How about we stay in bed all weekend and make Taylor bring us food?"
Gabriella rolled her coffee orbs. "She wouldn't do it."
"Then I'd kick Chad's ass to do it." Troy happily smirked before carefully rubbing his fingers tenderly over her rounded breasts from behind. The motion was not meant to instigate anything, for his anatomy would not allow him to get hard again for at least another hour. Damn refractory period.
"Mmmm… Troy…" Gabriella moaned in response to his hypnotic ministrations.
In the blackness, tangled in the silky sheets, Troy kissed her neck soundlessly again, wishing that he could hold her forever in his arms and not have to worry about any hate within the walls of their school.
Of course, life was never that easy for Troy Bolton and Gabriella Montez.
