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"Pleeeeeeeaseeeee," Gabriella whined, tugging at Troys hand.
"I just don't think it's a good idea," Troy explained, chuckling. "With the amount you've drank, you'd probably end up drowning - you've already ran around the garden five times and broken two of Lauren's lanterns!"
Gabriella pouted, opening her eyes wide trying to win him over. She was attempting to persuade him to get into the hot tub with her, but so far was failing. Troy grinned.
"Fuck it," he yelled, grabbing Gabriella's hand and running down to the bottom of the garden, which was lit by fairy lights and looked extremely pretty against the dark night sky. The hot tub was abandoned and many people had made their way back up into the house during the course of the night, or were out smoking back at the top of the garden.
Gabriella quickly stripped down behind a bush, fumbling around drunkenly, replacing her black dress with a white and navy striped bikini, whereas Troy swiftly removed his polo shirt and jeans, climbing into the hot tub in his boxers. He lay back in the hot foaming water surrounding him as Gabriella stepped in clumsily, splashing him accidentally in the process.
"Hey!" Troy exclaimed, flicking water back at her gently. Gabriella giggled, unconcerned.
"Lets play a game!" She stated excitedly.
"What do you want to play?" Troy asked, amused by her disposition. He reached for a can of beer from a table nearby and cracked it open.
"Lets play 20 questions. Because I don't know much about you, Troy, considering we spend so much time together…" Gabriella babbled. Troy smirked.
"Hit me with a question."
"Okay… what's your favourite colour?" She asked innocently. Troy snorted.
"Is that the best you can come up with?"
"Just answer!"
"Brown." He stated simply.
"Brown?"
"Yes!"
"Why brown! Brown is an awful colour!"
"Does that count as a question?"
"No!" Gabriella said. "You have to clarify your answers too!"
"Ugh, fine. I like the colour brown because… it's a warm reassuring colour."
Gabriella rolled her eyes. "Deep, Bolton."
"Shut up! What about you? What's your favourite colour?" Troy asked. Gabriella thought for a moment.
"Blue," she answered, looking up into Troy's deep blue eyes for the first time since they had gotten into the hot tub.
"And your reason?" He said, holding her gaze.
"Umm… its just a beautiful colour. It's the colour of the sky, and the ocean. Whenever I look into Andrew's eyes I can't help but get lost in them…" Gabriella sighed happily, smiling to herself.
"Gabriella. Andrew's eyes are green," Troy told her, raising an eyebrow.
"What?" Gabriella's eyes widened as she realised her mistake, her face turning a bright shade of crimson, as she then noticed that Troy's eyes were the colour she described.
"But my eyes are blue, just so you know," Troy said jokingly. Gabriella chuckled softly.
"Next question," She said, still embarrassed from her mistake. "What is your favorite chick flick?"
Troy groaned. "The Notebook. Don't judge."
Gabriella smiled. "I'm judging, Mr. Bolton. What would the football team say if I told them?"
"You wouldn't! And that counts as a question Miss Montez."
"Troy! No it does not!"
"I believe it does. What's your favorite animal?"
"A tiger. Have you ever been in love?"
"No." Troy answered without hesitation. "Are you in love with Andrew?"
Gabriella paused for a moment or two. "I think so, yes."
"Did you lose your virginity to him?"
"Its my turn!" Gabriella claimed. "How many girls have you had sex with?"
"Eighteen. And counting." Troy grinned to himself, as Gabriella shook her head, rolling her eyes. "What about you?"
"None." Gabriella smiled. "What a waste of a question."
"Ugh! How many boys have you fucked?"
"Such a charmer aren't you Troy! One."
"Andrew?"
"Yes." She replied truthfully. "Where's the weirdest place you've had sex?"
"Hmm… in the janitors closet next to the school cafeteria."
"Troy!"
"What! What's the most attractive part of a member of the opposite sex?"
"Eyes. How about you?"
"Smile," Troy said honestly. "How often do you fuck Andrew?"
"Really Troy? Really?" Gabriella said sarcastically.
"Answer me!"
"Around 4 times a week," Gabriella answered, blushing. "What's your favourite colour underwear on a girl?"
"Black, or red. What would be your ideal date?"
"Staying in and being cooked for. Who was your first kiss?"
Troy dithered for a moment, unsure of whether to answer truthfully. "It was you."
"I didn't think you'd remember," Gabriella said softly.
"I'll always remember," Troy answered. An awkward silence lingered in the air, until Gabriella jumped up unexpectedly.
"TROY! I'm going to be sick!" He watched as she stumbled up the garden and into the kitchen, weaving in and out of the people that were still at the party, although it was now 2:00am. Troy crawled out of the hot tub and gathered up their clothes, pulling on his jeans so he didn't have to walk through the house half naked. He then made his way back into the house quickly, in search for Gabriella.
It didn't take him long to find her; she was on her knees in one of the downstairs bathrooms, hunched over the toilet and puking her guts out. He sat down next to her, pulling her hair off her face and holding it gently. He began to rub circles on her back and waited patiently until she had finished.
When she was done, she stood up weakly, grimacing at her reflection as she stood in her bikini. Her hair was still curled but had become messy and tousled, and most of her make-up had rubbed off from the water, or was running down her face.
"You look fine," Troy reassured her. She smiled broadly at him but went over to the sink to splash her face with ice cold water. Troy grabbed a fluffy white towel and wrapped it around her body. He then rubbed her shoulders, creating friction to warm her shaking body.
"Thankyou, Troy." She whimpered.
"You would of thought after last time, you would of learnt your lesson," He said grinning. "Come on."
He led the way out of the bathroom and placed his hand on her lower back, steering her upstairs unforcefully.
"Do you want to go to sleep?" Troy asked when they reached the top of the stairs. "I can take you to Laurens room." Gabriella nodded gratefully. She pointed to a white door at the end of the hallway.
"That's Laurens room," She whispered, tiredness shown thickly in her voice. The two made their way over to it, Troy pushing open the door but gesturing Gabriella to step in first.
"Well aren't you quite the gentleman," She said, giggling softly. Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks, frozen in horror.
"What's up Gabi?" Troy asked, following her gaze. He gasped. "LAUREN!"
A heartfelt sob escaped Gabriella's lips. "Andrew…?"
