Walls – Chapter 4 – What He Remembers
Chad wandered into the living room. "God I am sooo bored!"
Troy rolled his eyes, "Well, Princess, you could finish studying Psych with me. You know the final is tomorrow."
Chad whined, "I don't wanna."
Troy shook his head, "How the hell did you get into college anyway?"
Chad laughed, "It's all about the mad skills, dude. Seriously? Where's your common sense these days?"
Troy laughed, "Man, you have to be kidding me. You haven't studied for a final yet! How are you gonna pass?"
Chad scoffed, "Man, all my girlfriend does is study!"
"No one ever argued that you were the smart one in the relationship, man." Troy got up from the couch and went into the small apartment kitchen to refill his glass of soda.
Chad followed him, "What? You think if I spent as much time as Tay does on school I wouldn't get A's too?"
Troy rolled his eyes, "That's actually not what I was saying at all."
Chad punched him in the arm. "Look, it's not like I'm applying to grad school and after you graduate college nobody cares what your GPA was. All they care about is that you got the degree. So, as long as I stay above a 2.5 and don't get any D's, I'm cool. No probation and more time to shoot hoops. Speaking of, you wanna go play a little one-on-one?"
Troy shook his head. "I've got Psych to read."
Chad gave a fake chuckle. "Well, if you hadn't zoned out in class all week, then you'd be all ready for the final, huh? Good thing your incredible best friend takes notes."
Troy laughed, "Yes, Chad, thank you for the notes. Did I forget to mention that?"
Chad smiled, obviously satisfied with Troy's praise. "Yes. Yes, you did, but I forgive you. Now, let's go shoot some hoops!"
Troy shook his head, "Dude, I really gotta get this study committed to memory. I am applying to grad school, remember?"
Chad sighed, "Yeah, yeah. You and that crazy idea to go for sports medicine. Whatever. I'm going to the gym."
Troy smiled and took another drink out of his glass. "Okay." He yelled as Chad grabbed his basketball. "Don't get hurt, 'cause I'm not carrying your lazy ass back here."
Chad loudly goofed, "Hardy-har-har-har!" Then the door slammed closed.
Troy jumped when he heard her voice, "No," *giggle* "I mean we really shouldn't."
"Come on, baby. It's not like anybody's gonna notice. Zeke and Shar are in their room. Kelsi and J are in the pool house. I don't know exactly where the rest are, but they're doing the same thing. That just leaves us. And, I been watching that hot ass of yours dance all night. You got me so hard it hurts, baby."
"No, this so not the best idea. Don't you have a girlfriend? I really don't wanna be beaten up by some scorned sorority girl."
"No girlfriend. I don't play that game. It's just you and me. Let's have some fun."
She pushed him back, "Well, I do play that game and I'm not your slut."
"I never, ever would have called you a slut. I've had plenty of sluts. You are definitely not one of them. You are hot as hell, but you aren't a slut, baby."
"Why do you keep calling me baby?"
He got his hands on her hips, "Don't know. Guess it's just cause you make me want to wrap my arms around you. You make me want to kiss you all over and press your soft skin against mine. I guess that's why I keep calling you baby, 'cause I want you so bad I can't stand it. Please? Please come upstairs with me."
She leaned into his chest again. She felt his hands wrap around her waist to her lower back. She felt him playing with the string of her thong. She wanted his hands there. It felt good. "Fine, but you tell no one!"
He grinned and quirked an eyebrow before "zipping" his lips. He grabbed her hand and half pulled her drunk ass up to a bedroom he'd spotted earlier. He closed the door and turned back around to see her standing in the middle of the room looking innocent. He had no idea how a hot, drunk girl at a party who'd just agreed to fuck him could possibly look adorably innocent, but she managed it. She was obviously nervous despite her alcohol consumption. He pulled her to him, "Come 'mere, baby." He wrapped his arms around her body and leaned forward slightly, "I want a kiss from those tantalizing lips."
She laughed nervously, but softly. She let him lean in and capture her lips with his own. It was fucking amazing. The feel of her lips as she kissed him back was awesome.
The day dream ended and Troy felt his body reacting to his memories of that night with her. God he needed her back. He rubbed his hand down his dick through his jeans. Nothing was going to help this but release. So, he walked back into his room and went into the shower. He took care of his needs and then washed up. He ran a hand through his hair as he got out to dry off. He looked at himself in the mirror. Finally he spoke, "You know she still wants you. It's just an act. She wants you. She told you so that morning."
He strolled into the coffee shop. He'd spent all night studying for this stupid exam and now he was tired. He meant to just grab a quick cup of coffee to go and head back to the campus for a last run through of his notes, but there she stood looking like God had made an actual angel for him to love. "Hey, baby. Long time, no see."
She shrugged, "If a week is a long time, yeah, sure."
He smiled, "Six days, baby. It's been six days since I saw you last. Well, that's not true, is it? See I saw you, but you seemed to look right through me the other day on campus. So, I guess it's been more like four days since I saw you last. You know, to be accurate."
She rolled her eyes, "Coffee?"
He nodded, "To go, please."
She smiled, "Thank you God."
His grin turned up a notch, "You're very welcome, but you don't have to call me God, baby. I'd answer to 'best fuck ever', 'sexy', or even…" He couldn't bring himself to say it. His heart was pounding. Inside his head, he was screaming, boyfriend! I'd answer to boyfriend for you! But, his lips couldn't form the words. If she rejected him, it would hurt beyond measure right now and he still needed to pass the psych exam. "I'd answer to…you know, just about anything you wanted to call me." That was as close as he could come out loud.
She looked up at him suspiciously. She didn't say anything about his long silence or his almost civil statement after it. She just made his drink and tried to keep the back of her mind from pondering all the things she'd like to call him. She couldn't though, because she'd had her one go around with him and everyone knew Troy Bolton, basketball captain extraordinaire didn't come back for seconds with any girl, because he was headed for the NBA and he didn't want any strings attached. She shook her head at herself and raised his paper cup up to the counter. "See ya."
He looked down, "Yeah, see ya." He turned to leave. Then two steps from the counter he turned back around, "Gabriella, do you ever think about that night?"
She rolled her eyes and shook her head, "You just couldn't leave without some joke or sexual remark at my expense, could you?" She turned and started toward the back kitchen area.
He caught her upper arm in his hand. He didn't remember moving. All he remembered was the fear that if she walked away he might not ever get the chance to do this again. "No, I'm not—Just answer me. Do you ever think about it?"
She looked into his blue eyes that were so close now. "It doesn't matter if I do or not, Troy."
He'd seen the hope in her eyes for a few beautiful seconds. Then, in true Gabriella fashion, she'd closed the door to her heart again and stared back at him dejectedly. "Yes, it does."
She glared at him now. "Why can't you just leave me alone? You were the one who said you didn't want it to get awkward! What the hell do you call this? And why do you care if I think about it, huh? Yes! Okay? Yes! I think about it! But, I was drunk, so I don't really remember it all that well!" She turned and jerked her arm out of his grasp. "Now get back to the other side of the counter before my boss sees you over here!"
Troy sighed, "So you do think about me naked in bed." His devilish grin returned. "That's good to know, baby. Very good, indeed."
Gabriella shook her head and stomped into the kitchen area. She couldn't take anymore of his taunting right now. It hurt way too fucking much.