"Okay, so he gave you a nickname, he winked at you when Darbus shouted at you, he opened the door for you in detention and so far his current girl of the week isn't doing too great."

"How's it looking?"

"Pretty damn good actually"

Gabriella beamed and hugged Ryan.

"So you reckon I could soon be Mrs Troy Bolton?"

"I reckon you could soon be Miss Conquest"

Gabriella frowned.

"I won't be a conquest Ryan. It'll be different with me, you'll see"

Ryan sighed and refrained from getting into the arguments that were soon becoming frequent.

"Whatever. You should go, it's almost free period and lunch, you could probably catch him on the way to his car"

"Thanks Ry!" she yelled, sprinting back down to her locker and out of the front entrance towards the car park.

"Woah...someone's in a rush"

Gabriella skidded to a halt and blushed.

"Going somewhere?" Troy asked.

"Yeah...home."

"Home eh? Funny, that's exactly where I'm going" he said, smirking.

Gabriella grinned in reply, and stooped to pick up a folder she'd dropped. Troy's long arms got there first and he studied the front cover.

"Advanced Scientific Relations. Interesting."

"Yeah...at least I think so anyway"

She saw him glance at her and suddenly she paled. She was supposed to be a ditz!

"Uh...I mean, I think geeks find it interesting..." she said, trailing off, cursing herself for how lame she sounded.

Troy smirked, "Sure. Whatever. See you later then"

He climbed into his car as she hopped into hers, pulling out just before her and turning right at the exit. Gabriella followed and expected him to turn left at the next turning towards his house, only he pulled right, the same way she was going.

"Maybe he's seeing a friend" she muttered.

Several surprise turnings later and she pulled up outside her house, not being able to park on the drive as a certain giant, black land rover was taking up all the space.

"Following me Montez?" he smirked, jumping out and leaning one arm against the vehicle.

"This is my house" she pointed out.

"So it is" he commented, not moving his eyes from hers or making any attempt to leave.

"How did you know where I live?" she questioned.

"Easy. You indicate at least 5 minutes early than necessary"

She blushed and looked down.

"So...anyone at home?"

Gabriella looked up. Was Troy Bolton seriously inviting himself into her house or was she dreaming it?

"Uh...no. My Mom's not back until Monday night"

"Cool. You wanna give me a tour then?" he said, grinning that smile she so wanted so swoon at.

"Sure!" she said excitedly, bounding up to the door and unlocking it.

"This is the front room" she said, opening the door.

"Nice T.V." he murmured, taking in the 72" screen.

"Yeah, it's great with horror movies and stuff. This is the kitchen...lower bathroom...utility room...dining room.."

"Where's your room?" he asked, his eyes boring into hers.

"Oh, upstairs"

She led him up the stairs and opened her bedroom door, walking through.

"So this is-" she began but she got cut off.

Troy slid his arms around her waist from behind and nipped her ear with his teeth.

"T-Troy" she started.

"Mhmm" he murmured, sucking her neck.

"W-what are you...you have a...a g-girlfriend" she stuttered.

"We're breaking up" he mumbled.

Gabriella gasped in a breath as he once again attached his lips to her neck. Had he really just said he was breaking up with Maisie Harrington?

"Oh" was all she managed.

He spun her round and hooked his fingers through the belt holes on her jean hot pants, pulling her hips close to his.

"You want me" he said, more stating it than anything.

Gabriella didn't reply, her hands leant against his chest.

"How long?" he whispered, huskily.

"I uh...I think...um...a few years?" she mumbled, embarrassed.

Troy gave a short laugh, sending shivers up her spine.

"Not how long you've wanted me...although that's nice to know"

"What then?"

"How long do we have until school?" he murmured, his breath tickling her ear.

She glanced at the clock and stumbled out her answer, "An hour and a bit"

Troy didn't respond, he only pushed her forcefully into the wall, blocking any escape. Gabriella didn't know what was more pleasurable. His fast, rough kisses that she'd silently begged for ever since she could remember or the fact his hands were giving her goose bumps as he ran them up and down her legs.

"How far?" he questioned huskily, his hand creeping back up her leg.

Gabriella thought fast. She didn't want to go all the way, she didn't know if she was ready. But she didn't want to put him off.

Before she could answer, he did it for her.

"Are you a virgin?"

Slowly she nodded and murmured a yes into his kiss.

Pulling away slowly, his hand still running up and down her thigh, he looked at her.

"Then we won't go all the way now. Your first time has to be special."

Gabriella sighed with bliss at his words.

They resumed the kiss, this time Troy pressing harder against her, leaving kisses that Gabriella was sure would bruise.

Just as she was about to protest at the pain she was in, he seemed to know what she was thinking and pulled her over to the bed. As the side of it hit his back legs, Troy let himself collapse onto the 

mattress, taking Gabriella with him, until he was resting comfortably on the sheets with her on top of him.

She let him move his hands up until they were inside her shorts, resting above her underwear material. He began to move his hands, rubbing her butt-cheeks as she gradually unbuttoned his shirt.

"Careful" he mumbled, "This shirt's a vintage Cavalli...original"

Gabriella stared at him but quickly shrugged it off when she saw the 'yeah...and?' look in his eye.

She, carefully and delicately, managed to get the shirt off and gently dropped it on the floor beside them.

"You don't have a cat...do you? Or a dog?"

"No...why?" she quizzed, confused.

"Otherwise I'd put the shirt someplace off the floor. No worries."

Once again, Gabriella took a double take but the thoughts whirring in her head were soon gone when Troy began to kiss her again.

And again.

And again.