Unwanted
AN: I just saw High School Musical 3 for the fifth time. I love it. Thanks for the reviews, they really keep me going! :)
Disclaimer: Like I said…..I WISH!
She remembered the feeling so clearly, the warmth caress of the scorching hot hands, which had burned spots onto her smooth hips. She would give anything to feel it again. She was craving it, no she had become addicted to the memory, there was no telling what would happen if she could feel it again. It was her drug, and she needed it so very badly.
Gabriella sighed as she pulled her black furry North Face jacket onto her shoulders. She had awoken on Sunday morning with a large hickey on her neck. It was no surprise to her, but she couldn't help but wonder what luscious lips had marked her there. But the large spot on her neck was no longer noticeable because of the magic of makeup. She pulled on her favorite pair of Lucky jeans and grabbed her purse and car keys off her desk. "Hey Mom?" Gabriella called from the stairs as she made her way into the kitchen. She heard her mother's husky voice whisper into the receiver of her cell phone
"I love you too…Right…Okay--Of course, how could I? Okay…You too--Mhmm, bye." Her mother hung up and placed her phone onto the counter. "Hey honey, you leaving?" her mother asked in a sickly sweet tone.
"Er, yeah Mom, it's already fifteen 'til eight, I'll see you tonight at dinner?" Gabriella asked grabbing her Chemistry book and English binder off the counter top.
"Actually, Vick and I are going out tonight, do you mind getting delivery?" Ms. Montez asked, not looking her daughter straight in the eye.
"Oh, yeah…That's fine. I also have cheer tonight, it's our first practice." Gabriella said slinging her purse over her shoulder. "Bye Mom."
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"The weather forecast for today seems to be slightly cloudy with mild winds. Make sure you bundle up when you're outside today, because the temperature keeps on dropping, we're down to 49º degrees today, what a shocker. Drive safely and buckle up!" Yawning widely, Gabriella punched the power button to her radio, as she unfastened her seat belt and climbed swiftly out of the car. Pulling her jacket around her small bodice, she hurried towards the heated building, jumping quickly up the front steps of her high school. Once Gabriella was inside she unzipped her jacket and rolled up the sleeves, while proceeding down the crowded hallway.
She had a mission. Today during school, every male she got close to in the hall she was going to "accidentally" brush against their hand to see if they were the ones that had burnt her curvy body the previous Saturday night. A boy with dark hair and faded blue jeans jumped around her and her arm brushed against his hand.
Cold.
Damn it. Her locker was at the far end of the hall, and she could see Wyatt leaning casually against it with one foot on the wall, waiting for her to arrive. A blonde with lean hips exited the boy's restroom, bumping into her fragile frame.
Cold.
It was going to be a long day.
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"That is absolutely stupid." Gabriella scorned, setting her brown paper bag onto the wooden picnic table. The boy beside her shook his head of light brown hair, while pulling the hood of his sweatshirt over his shivering body.
"No, it is absolutely brilliant, Gabriella, you just don't understand the male mind." Wyatt said, chuckling in between shivers.
Setting down her ham and cheese sandwich, Gabriella replied, "You're right, I don't, and I'm very glad I don't. Boys will be boys."
"Oh be quiet, you're just jealous." He said snickering and picking at his slice of cold pizza.
It was lunch and Gabriella was frozen. Even though she was bundled up in her warm jacket, ice still thrived beneath her skin. She had brushed against boys all day, between every class she had touched at least fifteen boys, but not one of them had the sexy heated touch of the male that had claimed her skin the few nights before.
"Hey Wyatt?" Gabriella asked, becoming serious.
"Yeah Gabs?" he asked looking at her sincerely.
"Have you ever met someone hot…and I don't mean like hot body but like, their skin…have you every met anyone with really hot skin? Just electrifying to touch?" He looked at her with a confused face, but stopped and pondered her question.
"No, I can honestly say I have never touched anyone with hot skin, except my little sister when she had a 103 fever." He smiled at her and took a bite of his pizza.
"That's…cool." She sighed. "What are you doing tonight after basketball?"
His face cringed. "I was afraid you would asked that, okay now I know I promised I would spend time with you, but the guys and I have had this planned for a while…." He stumbled over his words, looking into her shocking brown eyes. "But we are all going to have some guy time over as Chad's house with like Zeke, Jase, Troy, and all the other guys on the team, except the freshmen."
Gabriella huffed, watching her steamy breath leave her mouth with a fog. "It's okay; I know you have to have your guy time Wyatt…"
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"bring-bring-bring" The warning bell for fifth period blasted the halls.
"Damn bell, shut up." Gabriella mumbled weaving through the crowd of students. Up ahead of her she see Caroline Petroff leaning against the lockers with a muscular figure leaning over her. Caroline Petroff was a girl on Gabriella's cheer squad. She was actually Gabriella's arch enemy. They had competed every year to be the captain, and Gabriella had won every time by only a few votes. But people were saying that this year, Caroline was sure to win. Gabriella snickered as she watched Caroline hook her thumbs in the boy's belt, dragging him closer to her. As Gabriella got closer to the couple she received a rough bump from behind causing her to fling sideways. At that very moment the boy leaning over Caroline turned, revealing a sharp innocent pair of baby blues.
Realizing who she was about to collide into, Gabriella skidded, slowly bracing herself from falling on the Golden boy of East High. She swiveled backwards and smashed her head into the lockers, pain shooting through her skull. Troy's hand reached for her stricken body, but she pulled back right before his calloused had clutched her arm. Her eyes looked up at his perfectly sculpted chin, then his pink lips, next was his cute nose then they landed on his sharp eyes and her body convulsed.
She stepped backwards, with her jaw slightly dropped. She turned on her heel and quickly scampered away, leaving Troy with Caroline, the blonde bitch.
Gabriella just wanted to breathe. She needed that warm touch. She needed it. Her mood had just been killed by a blue-eyed boy, and the moment she entered fifth period Chemistry she felt like she couldn't breathe. Her lounges would not accept oxygen, and the result was turning out to good. "Mrs. Payne?" Gabriella croaked.
"Yes Gabriella?" she said from her lab desk at the front of the classroom.
"May I be excused to get some water please?" she said her chest heaving up and down, forcing oxygen into her body. Mrs. Payne nodded her head as she shoved her glasses up onto her nose and continued with the lesson.
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He tapped his pencil against the paper, biting his lower lip. "I hate math." He thought to himself as he studied the trigonometry worksheet that was resting on his desk. He was not in the mood to work with numbers. Actually, he was in a good mood earlier, but after lunch his mood had been crushed by a lovely brunette, that had convulsed at his very presence. "I mean, really? How would she feel if every time I looked at her I acted like I wanted to barf all over her? It really is uncalled for." Troy thought. Troy was yearning for an escape. "Mr. Lloyd?"
"Yes, Bolton?" He asked standing sitting down behind his desk.
"May I um, go get my calculator from my locker?" he asked thinking of an excuse to leave the suffocating room.
"Yes sir, you may, but you need to learn to be more prepared for class." Troy nodded at his teacher while he stood and exited the classroom.
Troy's shoes squeaked as he walked lazily down the hall. He was approaching the bathrooms when he saw a Goddess like figure bent over the water fountain, gulping in water like she was suffering from dehydration. He quickly pulled backwards, and hid behind the wall of lockers.
She was still drinking.
He peered around the corner and saw her gulp one last sip of cold water before turning and leaning against the wall. Maybe she had felt sick earlier when she had seen him after lunch, and that's why she had made such a disgusted face at him. After hiding for another minute, he built up the courage to go and talk to her, even if he did receive a face full of frowns. He walked slowly down the hall, acting as carefree as possible.
He approached her. "Drink enough water, Montez?" her eyes shot up and locked on his, as he swore her whole body pinched together and tried to back further into the wall, which wasn't humanly possible.
"What does it matter to you, Bolton?" she spit his name off her tongue as she spoke.
"Just small talk, you know?" He smirked at her as he got even closer to her shrinking body. He looked at her more closely now, and saw her light blue shirt that dipped low enough to expose just the right amount of cleavage, and he checked out her tight jeans that clutched every curve of her body.
He pinned her against the wall, without touching her cold skin. His hands were positioned just above her shoulders, as he breathed onto her face. He smelt her cool breath hit his nose, and he drank in the scent. She hunkered back, trying to escape from him. "I don't think so, Gabi."
"Get away from me Bolton. I don't want you near me." She said cringing. He removed his hands from the wall and reached out and grabbed her smooth hips.
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It burnt. It stung, and it felt amazing. Like wax over a flame, she melted. His thumbs caressed the small amount of bare skin between her jeans and the hem of her shirt. Her whole body relaxed as she closed her eyes, enjoying the blissful moment.
"You don't want me near you?" he asked, increasing the pressure of his hands on her hips. God, it felt so amazing. It caused sensations of pleasure to ripple through her skin and veins, making air pump through her lungs.
Her breath hitched and she didn't know what to say, as her eyes remained closed. She nodded her head frantically as she felt his hand scoot her shirt up and inch more, and press his flaming palms to her bare waist. His fingers wrapped around her hips, sending sparks of electricity shooting through her back. She wanted to moan loudly but she pressed her lips shut, and moaned inwardly.
"Well Montez, you sure didn't act like that on Saturday night…" He said smirking as he watched the effect of his touch take over her body.
She opened her eyes, and they met the warm blue, but there was no flashing image of her father. She finally got the courage to explore his eyes. They were gorgeous; she had known that all along. There was something fiery and sexy about the way they traveled over the features of her face.
She smiled and arched her hips as his fingers began to caress the back of her waist. Heat shot through her again, it was almost better than an orgasm. His hands were working wonders, and she didn't think he even realized what was happening to her body. "Well maybe that's just how I play, Bolton." She felt her self control start to leave her, and she began to panic.
Self control was a must in her life. She always had to have self control. If she didn't she could fall for someone and that would be absolutely horrific, because no one would ever love her, she was not wanted by anyone, and she was completely useless. So losing self control and falling for someone was completely out of the question.
His hands were making her crazy, but if she lost self control, things would be even worse. She looked up into his speckled blue eyes, and again there was nothing that reminded her of her father lingering there. There was an emotion in his sapphire orbs that she couldn't recognize, and it scared her.
"I have to get back to class, thanks for the "small talk", Bolton." She smirked while wiggling her hips out of his grasp. She felt the warmth immediately drain from her pores, and it was replaced by ice, freezing cold, stinging ice.
She swung her hips from side to side teasing him as she walked towards her class. It was so cold.
Those hands were so amazing, and all she could do was imagine what it would feel like to be pressed up against his naked body. But imagine was the only thing she should do, because she still wasn't immune to the piercing blue eyes that were stationed on his perfectly sculpted face.
He was the drug dealer, and his touch was the drug, she was addicted already….
Troy Bolton.
AN: Phew! That was hard to write! Thank you again to those who reviewed!
