I know for sure you all want to murder me right now. I'm sorry for not updating sooner, been really busy and like I said it's pretty hard to write this story; and yes, I know it's short but I apologize again I just wanted to have it up quicker.

Enjoy and Happy Eid/Tobaski!

"What the hell are you doing in my house?"

At those harshly spoken words Gabriella felt herself being taken years back to a certain night, a night full of loving words and tender caresses; a night that ended in murder. She shook her head lightly to free herself of the dreadful memory and turned to face the woman talking to her.

Golden curls tumbled over her slim shoulders; her magenta halter neck hugged her figure in perfection, followed by a matching mini skirt and incredibly high heels. She dropped her purse on the marble work top and analyzed Gabriella with sharp milk hazel eyes.

"I'm the new maid." The brunette lied smoothly without a moment's hesitation. The blonde actress seemed to believe her for she nonchalantly demanded for an iced tea.

"Tidy up the place a bit and make it look…fabulous, for mine and Troy's social gathering this evening…" as she spoke Gabriella bustled around in the kitchen trying to act as though she knew what she was doing when in actual fact she had absolutely no clue what was where or what to do. But Sharpay was too busy belting out orders to take notice. "…rest of the staff will be here in half an hour. You are to fill in for one of the caterers; I assume you know how to do that." Gabriella was left speechless at the bossiness in the actress's voice as she placed the cooled drink in front of the woman. Without uttering a "thank you" or showing any signs of gratitude, Sharpay grabbed the glass and strutted out of the kitchen.

"And you are not to disturb me, at all." She warned over her shoulder before disappearing. Gabriella dramatically blew a stray strand of her dark off her forehead and leaned her body against the counter top, trying to figure out what exactly she had gotten herself into.

If he had to go to another of Sharpay's parties one more time Troy vowed that he would stab himself with a table knife as many times as it took before it would reach his heart. His arm, which was coiled around his wife's waist felt extremely heavy and all he wanted to do was just let it drop and leave, but of course he sure as hell couldn't!

He had not seen Gabriella since he had left for practice earlier in the morning and he was worried he knew Sharpay didn't take too kindly to Troy's female friends, if he could refer to Gabriella as that.

"Troy!" an angered voice hissed.

"Hmm? Yea?" he asked snapping out of his dream

"This is Mr. Barnes," his wife gestured to a stout balding man with a large protruding gut, "he's the president of…" Whatever Sharpay said next went completely unheard by Troy; instead he was focused on the slender female in white, sliding past various people at the same time trying to balance a tray of drinks on her hand. She had her hair pulled into a tight ponytail with not a single loose tendril falling into her olive face. He felt his lips stretch into a small smile as he caught her eye halfway across the room, her face reflecting his own smile.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Bolton." A gruff voice cut through his daze. The stout Mr. Barnes was holding his hand out waiting for the basketball superstar to shake it. He hurriedly grasped the man's large hand and shook it ignoring the daggers being thrown at him by Sharpay.

He waited impatiently until they were all deep in conversation before making a hasty exit; his blue orbs scanned the crowd desperately in search of a certain brunette waitress.

"Champagne?"

Too engrossed in his search, Troy hardly heard the voice of the amused female, "no thanks." He muttered uninterestedly.

"Looking for someone?" the same voice laughed into his ear.

He turned and grinned at the brunette, "hey."

"Hi. Champagne?" she asked. He shook his head and watched her curiously,

"What are you doing?"

"Serving drinks." She replied nonchalantly as an elderly woman the size of a twig took a drink off the tray and scowled at the sweet smile Gabriella sent her.

"I know but why are you serving drinks?" he asked, putting emphasis on the word "why". She beamed at him,

"It's called a job."

Troy's brows furrowed thoughtfully as he watched the small brunette who was also watching him with keen eyes and at the same time chewing on her lower lip in amusement. "Did Sharpay put you up to this?"

"Yea, but I wanna do it."

Troy opened his mouth to reply when Sharpay appeared and grabbed his bicep tightly, "I've been looking everywhere for you." She purred softly into his ear.

"Yea, I was just talking to…" he trailed off as he noticed the brunette waitress had disappeared from the spot she had been moments earlier.

Gabriella sighed in relief as she walked into the almost empty kitchen. Most of the guests had already left which meant less work and more breaks. She leaned against the counter and picked up a carrot stick then proceeded to nibble on it. After Sharpay had appeared she had barely seen Troy at all, only getting occasional short glimpses of the basketball star.

"Fuck!" at the aggravated cuss, Gabriella broke out of her reverie in time to see Troy burst through the kitchen doors with his large hands ripping at his hair in frustration. He did not seem to notice her presence and slid to the ground with his back pressed against the wall and his head in his hands. His broad shoulders rose and fell with every deep and agonizing breath he took, each one resulting in a sharp stab to Gabriella's chest. She dropped the vegetable in her hand on the table and in a flash was kneeling in front of him.

Without hesitating she placed her small hands over his larger ones and pulled them away gently so she could see his face. The intense anger in his eyes scared her and she felt a shiver run down her spine.

"What's wrong?" she asked in the softest of whispers.

"Sharpay." He growled the two syllable name with disgust. Troy raised his head to meet hers and almost immediately he felt the anger drain from his system and replaced with desire. He reached up and pulled her hair out of its confinement and watched silently as it tumbled down her shoulders. He didn't wait for her to catch up on his actions; he tangled his fingers in her silky waves and pressed his lips against hers. He felt her freeze but chose to ignore it even though it left him slightly tense. That was until she relaxed and kissed him back with vigor.

She placed her hands on his thighs as she raised herself to be properly seated on the heels of her feet not once breaking the heated kiss. Heat surged through her body at the feel of Troy's tongue running across her lips in a sensual manner, forcing her to accidently moan into his mouth. She felt the vibration, rather than heard his deep chuckle. The hand in her hair tightened when she finally let him gain access into her warm mouth and he brought their faces even closer at the same time taking the kiss to another level.

Gabriella breathlessly pulled back moments later, panting and flushed from their feverous kisses. She tentatively brought her fingers to run lightly across her swollen lips.

"Ella?" he let his drop from her hair and let it rest on the base of her back.

"I thought we agreed that we won't let that happen again?" she asked sheepishly ducking her head and letting it fall to rest on his shoulder. He chuckled and slid his hand beneath her uniform to stroke her heated bare skin, which resulted in her body being overcome with trembles of desire.

"Maybe you meant it but I sure as hell didn't." he whispered into her hair whilst caressing her soft skin.

Gabriella sighed contently; though she knew this bliss would have to end soon.

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