Exotic Love

Disclaimer: Everything I write is highly fictional and I do not own High School Musical. I only own the plot and other additional characters.

A/N - I was a bit disappointed by the reviews, but hey, at least some is better than none. I borrowed my mom's laptop again. Though, it's without her permission, but I'm sure it's still called borrowed. Today sucked. My little cousin threw up on me, I had to do chores all day, and all electronics were confiscated. But I'll live... I think.

Chapter Four

Facts of Love

"Did you know," Gabriella started as she played absentmindedly with his slender fingers. "that porcupines masturbate?" Troy quirked an eyebrow, taking in the useless information given to him and then started to crack up. Gabriella turned to him, dropping his hand and frowning. "No, I'm serious. And a pig's orgasm last for, like, a half an hour." Troy didn't seem to take that information seriously. He laughed harder, tears brimming his eyes. "Why the hell would you know that stuff?" he asked incredulously though his thunderous laughter.

"My sister has all these weird kind of books," Gabriella informed him. "When I was younger, and I was on the toilet taking a shit, I'd read them all the time."

Troy's face screwed up and he looked at Gabriella as if she had two heads. "No way," he muttered.

Gabriella's eye brow shot up. "What?"

"No way. Girl's do not shit," Troy stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

"So we don't have an ass?" Gabriella asked. Troy shook his head and smirked, that sweet, but sexy smirk. "No. Definitely not. Especially you, because I am digging your ass."

Gabriella swatted at his chest and giggled sweetly. "Shut up. Now, back to your unbelievably stupid notion about girls not shitting. Then do we have an anus?"

Troy scrunched up his nose. "Man, anus is a real ugly word. It's just, you know, ugly. Like...like Rosie O'Donnell on crack," Troy answered. Gabriella gasped, then laughed. "Troy! That was rude."

"You can't not agree with me," Troy said. Gabriella rolled her eyes and eased back, grabbing Troy's hand again and fondling with his fingers. They laid in silence for a moment before a crash was heard. Troy jumped, but Gabriella stayed in her spot, her eyes rolling. After the crash, a loud, wanton moan vibrated the walls and Troy's eyes widened. "Very thin walls," Gabriella explained. "Which is one of the flaws of this damn apartment. That's Suzy and her boyfriend. It's not that much, but every time they have sex, it's like she's getting murdered. She can't stop screaming." A serious of crashes vibrated the wall, along with moans and screams from said neighbor.

"How the fuck do you put up with that?" Troy asked dubiously. Gabriella smiled and shrugged. "Ear phones and a nice book work just fine for me. Hey, don't you have work tomorrow?"

"Yes," Troy mumbled, his eyes still wide from the loud shouts of encouragement and a man's name.

"Will I see you tomorrow?" Gabriella asked, sitting up. She reached down to grab her shirt and pulled it on. Troy finally snapped out of his shock and looked at her. He smiled at her wild hair, not quite tame, but not quite unruly, too. Her lips were puffy and she had hickey's the size of gold balls resting on her neck. Her skin had a nice glow to it and to Troy, she looked absolutely fucking gorgeous. "What?" Gabriella asked, her self-conscience creeping up on her. Troy shook his head and a smirk pulled at his thin lips. "Nothing. And yeah, I'll see you tomorrow."

They started to dress, and then Gabriella lead Troy to the door. "Hey, where do you work at, anyway?" she asked before he could leave.

"Flying Star Café," Troy answered. "It's just on Paseo Del Norte. Applied for the job last week."

Gabriella smiled. It was a sly, coy one. "Wow, what a coincidence. I work around the corner from there at the People's Flower Shop."

Troy smirked. "Then, I guess I will see you tomorrow. Bye, Gabriella." Gabriella waved and Troy walked away. She closed the door when he was down the hall and out of sight and then leaned against it, sighing. A groan rolled shamefully from her lips as she brought her hands up to run through her hair. What was she thinking? Friends with benefits? Sharpay was right, she'd never be able to handle it. She was always a hopeless romantic. That won't change in the course of a year.

Oh, John! God, don't stop, baby! Don't stop! Gabriella was almost one thousand and one percent sure that he wouldn't stop. She gritted her teeth together, walked to her room and then gave the wall a firm slap, causing her palm to sting, but the banging to stop and the screams to cut. "Shut up!" Gabriella roared at the wall. A sigh of relief spilled from her lips as they obliged to her command. She climbed into bed and leaned her head against it, her eyes falling closed.

But the silence was for only a moment. The next minute, they were pounding, the bed springs were squeaking and Suzy and John were now both moaning and screaming. They were doing it on purpose. Increasing in volume to get on her nerves. Well, it was working. Stupid fuckers. Literally.

Gabriella jammed her ear phones in her ears and dived under the covers.

Troy hummed softly as he exited his car. He had offered Gabriella a ride to work since they worked so close, but she said that she could use her own car. He locked the vehicle before entering the café. "Troy Bolton." Troy's head snapped up a smirk started to form. He had of course met his boss, and much like his other employers, he wasn't very much liked. His boss was Gregory Mason. Or, as he liked to be called, Mr. Mason. But Troy called him Marilyn. He had come up with that because his frown was almost the same as Marilyn Manson's frown. Mr. Mason had frowned even more at that, but Troy knew that he secretly liked the nickname.

"Hello, Marilyn," Troy said, following him into the Employee's Only door.

"Mr. Bolton, I'd appreciate it if you'd call me Mr. Mason," Mr. Mason said, sighing. Troy smirked and shrugged. "I mean, I don't get any differences in the name, Marilyn."

"Other than they're two different names?" he said, rolling his eyes. "And you're late. I hope you don't make a habit of that, because trust me, I will not hesitate to fire you."

"You know, a lot of people say that," Troy acknowledged. Mr. Mason rolled his eyes. "I wonder why. Here, put this on." He handed him a dark green apron and Troy tied it on. "If you have any questions, ask Sally. And don't infect her intelligent brain with your...drag one, Mr. Bolton," Mr. Mason said.

"Hey, Marilyn, does this have to be green?" Troy asked, picking at a loose thread. "I mean, I hate the color green. It's just...green, you know?"

"Get to work, Mr. Bolton," Mr. mason said, deadpan. Troy smiled and walked out to the counter. A girl stood at the cash register, a green hat to match her apron. She was pretty. Blond hair dropping at her shoulders, wide blue eyes adoring her face, a a nice figure. Troy assumed she was Sally and stepped up next to her. "And you must be Troy Bolton," she said without looking up at him. She smiled at a customer who just paid, then said professionally, "Thank you for purchasing at the Flying Star. Have a good day." The customer smiled and then turned to walk away, holding her muffin and coffee in her hands. Sally looked up at Troy and smiled. "Well, don't just stand there. Get the other register, we have paying customers to please."

"Well, aren't you little Miss Consistent," Troy said back. Sally smirked. "Well, aren't you Mr. Inept. But seriously, get to work."

Troy sighed and rolled up his sleeve's. "How does this thing work?" he asked, placing his hands on either side of the cash register. Sally rolled her eyes. "Didn't Mr. Mason show you at your interview?"

"Sure. But that doesn't mean I listened. Now help me."

Sally sighed and walked to his register. "This," she said, pointing, "is a bar code scanner. You scan the customer's items with that and it enables the register to display the current price of the item. The cashier will then input the payment method and payment amount that the customer has provided, and do the appropriate calculation to determine how much, if any, change is necessary. A receipt is then printed for the customer, and when the transaction is officially complete, the item or items purchased are keyed out of the store's inventory records simultaneously, enabling the store to keep its inventory counts accurate." Sally looked up at him, seeing if he understood. "Go it?"

"I...think," Troy said. "Yeah, I got it. I'll be fine."

"Good." Sally stepped back to her register and put a smile on her face. Troy copied her actions, though his was more crooked. He got a couple of customer's and seemed to do everything exceptionally well. It was around twelve o' clock when he saw three familiar faces. Two of them sat down, and one, the one who he's had sex with more than once, came trotting up to his register. "Hey, Troy," she said, smiling. I smiled back. "Gabriella. What are you doing here?"

"I can't come and visit you?" She smiled. "The girls and I got hungry so we came here for our lunch break."

"Really? And here I thought I'd get a quickie in the closet."

"Don't push your luck."

"Troy," Sally said, making both Troy and Gabriella look at her. "Be professional. No flirting with customers."

"We're fu—"

"Friends," Gabriella interrupted, sending Troy a warning glare. He smirked at her. "Uh, I'm just ordering."

"And what would you like?" Troy asked. Gabriella ordered two muffins, and three frappuccinos. Troy went back to make the beverages, then took the two muffins out of their glasses and handed them over to Gabriella. "Thank you for purchasing at Flying Star." Troy smirked. An incredible, haughty, conceited smirk. He added lowly, "And I'll be sure to reward you later." Gabriella rolled her eyes and waved goodbye. She pranced off towards the girl's and Troy chuckled. "Friends, huh?" Sally challenged, her eyes narrowing at him as a smile toyed at her lips. Troy shrugged. "Friend's with benefits, actually."

"You sound more like a couple," Sally insisted. Then she turned back around to attend to a customer. Troy let what she said sink into him. They did sound and act kind of like a couple. Troy hadn't touched another woman since he met Gabriella. And even though it's been several days, by now he'd have been with several woman. But it was only Gabriella. Only Gabriella. The words played in his head like a broken record and they scared the shit out of him.

"Stupid mosquitoes!" Sharpay said, swatting at her arm. Gabriella smiled and sipped on her coffee. "You know, mosquitoes prefer children to adults and blondes to brunettes. So, I wouldn't be too surprised."

"How would you know that?" Sharpay asked, swatting at another mosquito.

"Gabs reads shit books," Katie explained. "You know, books you read while you're shitting."

"Ew." Sharpay scrunched up her nose and shook her head.

"That was when I was sixteen," Gabriella insisted. She sat back in her chair and smiled softly. Sharpay and Katie hadn't muttered one single insult to each other yet. They hadn't looked at each other, either, but they didn't start fighting, either. She knew they would never like each other, but this was a step.

In the middle of lunch, Katie and Sharpay left to go back to their jobs. Gabriella sat alone, munching silently at her muffine. She sighed softly and looked back at Troy's station. She was surprised to see that he wasn't there anymore.

"Looking for me?" Startled, Gabriella looked up. She smiled as Troy pulled out a seat and sat down, a sandwich and coke in his hands. "I'd never," she lied softly.

"Yeah, sure. And I'm Queen Elizabeth."

"You're a girl?" Gabriella gasped, feigning being shocked.

"Yeah, my penis tells it all," Troy replied sarcastically. Gabriella laughed. "Girl's have penis's. Like...shemales, or whatever. You could be one. Just, a very manly looking one." Troy laughed and Gabriella smiled. "You know...I'm still looking for that reward later."

"You know, some might say that you're a complete nymphommaniac," Troy taunted. "I mean, I'm not complaining. And who said I was talking about sex?"

"Who said I was?" Gabriella said back, smirking.

"That doesn't eve make any sense," Troy said, rolling his eyes.

"Lions mate over fifty times a day," she continued, taking Troy's coke, popping it open and drinking soem of it. She smiled at Troy's confused face. "Did you know that Los Angeles' full name is "El Pueblo de Nuestra Senora la Reina de los Angeles de Porciuncula"? And that a cat has thirty-two muscels in their ears?"

"How the hell do you remember all of this stuff?" Troy asked.

"Oh, I know more," Gabriella said. She leaned closer to him, smirking teasingly. "If I were to lay on my back..."

"Mhm," Troy urged.

"And raise my legs in the air, preferably by my head," she smirked and Troy's eyes widened.

"What?"

She paused dramatically before saying, "I cannot sink into quicksand." Gabriella laughed at Troy's face and pecked him on the lips softly. "Anyway, I have to go. Work calls me."

"You're a bitch, Montez," Troy said, though his tone was teasing. Gabriella giggled and pulled on her coat. "And you're an asshole. See you later." She thre away her half-eaten muffin and empty coffee cup before walking out of the café.

As soon as they were behind closed doors, Gabriella was being thrown against the wall, Troy's mouth sucking hotly against her supple skin. She moaned erotically and threw her head back. Her hands shot down to his jeans, hastily unbuttoning them and then pushing them down as far as they'd go. Troy pulled back for a second to throw her shirt off before he was sucking on her nipple through the think material of her red lace bra. He's basically obsessed with her skin, sucking and licking every ounce of skin open to him. "Troy...the bedroom," Gabriella grunted. The grunt was morphed into a squeal as he grabbed her ass, lifting her up, making her legs wrap tightly around his waist, as he carried her to her bedroom.

When Gabriella's back hit the matress, Troy hooked his fingers into her jeans and shimmied them down her legs. While he was occupied with that, Gabriella reached behind her, unclapsing her bra and letting it fall slack againt her. She smirked as Troy lifted his hungry eyes to the offending item of clothing and he reached forward to snatch it off, but Gabriella stopped him. "Not until you're naked," she declared. Troy quirked an eyebrow. "Does it matter?" Gabriella only nodded and Troy chuckled. He wiggle dout of his pants, threw off his shirt, then removed his boxers. Gabriella's eyes raked down his body, going over his glorious pecs, to his breath taking abs, down his happy valley and then landing on...him.

Her hands fell and so did the bra, leaving her in only her underwear. Troy practically lunged on her, flicking her erect nipple with his tongue and slipping a finger under the only piece of clothing that was left on either of them. "No foreplay," Gabriella panted. Troy smirked at her and pulled back. He gently peeled the damp panties off of her, doing it slowly until she was squirming and her face was hot. He threw it promptly over his shoulderbefore lowering his head, her legs opening wider on their own accord, and he breathed on her core. The action made her hips jerk forward and her to throw her head back. "Tr-oy," Gabriella whined. His smirk just grew wider.

Hhis tongue flicked teasingly at the skin on her folds and Gabriella squirmed in anticipation on the matress. Troy brought his hands up, bringing them firmly down on her hips before he buried his face between her legs. Gabriella gasped, her back arching and moans tumbled from her lips. Her hips moved against his strong arms and her fingers clawed at the white sheets crumpled beneath her. "Troy...Oh God...Troy!" Troy smirked and when he felt her body tense, he moved back. Gabriella whimpered and sat up, looking at him. "Remeber? No foreplay."

"I hate you," she hissed. Then she grabbed his face in her hands and crushed their lips together, partaking in a pyretic, fiery kiss. Troy's mouth parted and he slid his tongue along her bottom lip. She opened her mouth and their tongues met with something way above the line of alacrity. Their tongues danced, stroking, crashed against the other. Troy pushed gently at her shoulders so she was lying down and Troy followed her, hovering over her small frame. "Fuck, you're amazing," Troy whispered, breaking the kiss for air. He pulled back and reached down for his pants. He search in his wallet for a condom and smiled when he recieved a lime one.

He crawled back in hos previous position and Gabriella slipped the condom over his legth. They stared at each other for a moment. For a moment, it was just them. "You ready?" Troy asked. Gabriella nodded and gasped as he buried himself deeply into her. She snapped ehr head back and squeezed her eyes shut as Troy started a slow rocking movement with his hips.

"As much...as I like it slow, please go faster," Gabriella pleaded. Troy smirked. He pulled all the way out of her and then slammed forward back into her tight, warm core. Gabriella arched her back, a loud moan spilling from her lips. "Troy! Oh, fuck, Troy!" She wasn't too concerned about anyone hearing. Troy latched his mouth on her neck, sucking feverishly as he pounded into her. Gabriella wrapped her legs around his waste, bucking her hips until she fell into sync with his hips.

Troy sat up a bitand brought his thumb down to cirl her clit. Gabriella gasped as she felt her orgasm rumbling towards her. "Fuck, you're so tight," Troy grunted, bringing his head down and burying it into her dark curls. His legs were cramping, but he kept his pace. The bed was moving wildly with them, hitting the wall and making thunderous bangs. "You feel...so fucking good," Troy breathed huskily.

"Oh fuck," Gabriella cried out. Her nails raked down his back, the intensity of the pleasure overwhelming. Her inner walls began to writhe and clench against Troy's hard erection and she moved her hands down to his arms, squeezing tightly. The pure bliss that conquered her body was un as her orgasm rocked her body. She moaned and leaned her hops forward to bury his cock deeper into her.

Troy continued to thrust into her forcefully. Just the feeling of her tight core pulsing against him was amazing. He grunted and pulled her face towards his, slamming his lips against her's as he spilled his seed into the condom. He rocked into her once more before finally collapsing besides her. He pulled her sweaty body against his and she tucked her head in the crook of her neck. They clung to each other as their pants decreased until the room was silent. The silence was only broken when Troy lifted his head and pressed a kiss to her cheek. She giggled cutely and lifted her head, connecting their eyes. "You know that some lions mate over fifty times a day?"

Troy smiled. "I think you already told me that, Brie."

"I know, but it just seemed like the right time to say it." She cocked her head to the side and stared up at him with doe eyes. "Did you just call me Brie?"

"Well, um...yeah. I give a lot of people nicknames. Like Sharpay is Bitch, my boss is Marilyn, you know, because his frown looks like Marilyn Manson's frown. Uh, Sally, my co-worker, I think I'll call her Peanut because her head is kind of shaped like a peanut—"

Gabriella smiled and cut him off. "I love it."

Troy smiled as well. "Good."

There was another long silence, but this time Gabriella was the first to break it. "Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure. And in order for praying mantis to mate, the female must rip the male's head off because the male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body ." And their night ended with Troy cracking up and saying she was the weirdest person he'd ever met. Then, in seven minutes, they both fell asleep because the average human falls asleep in about that time.

So, yeah, this chapter has a lot of facts in it. I looked up random facts earlier because I was bored and the things I saw were so weird and amazing. But yeah, this'll probably be the last update until next year because I can't stay up late at night to type chapters out. So, with that said, I'll hear from you all next year! And for the last time, happy holidays!

Thanks!-Brittany