He walked back up to Sharpay's room and wrote her the check, then left, ignoring the pleasured yelps that were coming from Chad & Taylor's room. He went to the gift shop and purchased a cheap single red rose and began to make his way through the hotel, looking for Gabriella.
He stopped for only a second at a slightly open door. The heat coming from the room was immeasurable, and from within he was vaguely aware of deep, paced, animalistic breathing. He blushed, still heartbroken, and started to walk away from the door when he heard it.
"Say my name…"
"Ryan."
"Oh fuck," he stopped, recognizing both voices. His mind stopped and began spinning ferociously. That can't be her, he told himself. Ryan's… gay, right? The voice responding to him, however, was demure and female. Walk away! Walk away! His conscience yelled at him as he put his foot into the room, pushing the door open and taking in the sight before him. A pair of tanned, skinny legs were wrapped around Ryan's pale white ass, moaning and sighing as he thrusted into the warmth between them. Troy's knuckles whitened as his fists clenched, recognizing Gabriella's anklet he'd given to her. She was whimpering, but stopped when her eyes met his, and he noticed that she was crying. So was he.
Ryan didn't notice and kissed a tear on her cheek, his head returning to its spot in the nape of her neck.
"Shit, Gabby you're so tight," he almost yelled raggedly and she kept staring at Troy, who couldn't move.
I'm sorry, she mouthed, a few more tears rolling down her face.
Me, too, he said, and kissed the rose, setting it on the table closest to the door. He left, and made sure to shut the door behind him.
THE END
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