G Force

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AN: And so it begins...but what exactly? ha...damn I'm loving writing this story...I hope it shows!

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Chapter 4

She slid her ass down and up his pelvis slowly with her eyes closed tight as she let the music fill her head and body. Her fingers intertwined with his that were resting firmly, low on her hips. She brought his hands forward to linger on her stomach while she rolled her hips in a circular sensual motion. She let out a small grunt at the feeling of his length growing against her backside. His hands moved under the thin black material of her top and ran circles along the tight and warm skin of her flat stomach. She tilted her head back as her hips did a number on his excited lower region. Her tongue darted in and out of her mouth to moisten her lips and entice the aroused guy grinding against her. He moved his head to the crook of her neck and moaned sexual pleasantries in her ear as he sucked and kissed the begging flesh. The body heat being emitted from the erotic dancing and sexual urges tingling her skin were causing her clothes to cling to her slim form more than they were intended to. She let out a throaty moan as his hands played with the waist of her jeans and began to lift the hem of her top exposing the tan skin of her abdomen.

The hand down his pants tugging and rubbing his member vigorously couldn't contain his focus. If anything it made him want, beg and crave for her all the more. The tongue stroking the skin of his neck and his ear were doing nothing for him like the enticing dance being played out feet in front of him. His eyes had tried to dart elsewhere but her moans and actions were far too stare worthy. If she was trying to play and up the ante with him then she was doing one hell of a job. Laura or Lana's attempt at a hand job was not eliciting the reaction he was trying to obtain or give off. He was supposed to make her ache, make her wish. Wanting to drown out the image being played out in front of him he took Laura or Lana's face in his hands and crashed his lips against hers. He plunged his tongue into her mouth and began devouring it with force. Her fingers tightened on his shaft as her hand increased speed.

God he wanted to get off. He wanted it so fucking badly, but it wasn't coming. He let out a grunt and released her lips and pushed her off of him. She stumbled and fell to the ground. "Baby, what's wrong?" she asked as she looked up at him in confusion.

Troy adjusted himself and then ran his fingers through his hair, "I'm over it. Find someone else" he said as he looked down at her.

She looked at him with a mild sense of hurt, but Troy waved it off. He had enough. She wasn't going to give him the release he desperately needed not while the woman who plagued his thoughts on a daily basis for the past four years was on the verge of getting fingered for all to see. It had to be halted and he was going to be the one to do it.

Troy strolled over to the vague voyeurism that was being partaken in the middle of the dance floor. Troy tapped the guy on the shoulder.

"I'm busy man" he responded while breathing heavy.

"I don't fucking care" Troy responded with anger laced in his voice.

He turned around and his eyes widen when he saw that it was Troy trying to get his attention, "oh, uh, hey Bolton, what's up man?"

Troy smirked at him and then looked at a hot and very angry Gabriella.

Gabriella grabbed her dance partner's hand and pulled him to her as she wrapped her arms around his waist, "Luke and I are kind of in the middle of something, can you come back later…Troy?" she asked as her narrowed eyes met his and a small knowing smirk formed her face.

Troy's eyes hardened as he saw Luke's hand move dangerously close to Gabriella's ass. The idea to collide his fist with Luke's jaw and his foot with his stomach was going to become a real possibility if that hand moved any lower.

Troy licked the corner of his lips as a devious grin formed on his face, "Luke, are you aware that you were about to pluck the Admirals daughter?"

Gabriella's let out a low growl as her eyes turned dark as coal.

Luke looked from Gabriella to Troy and back, "You're Admiral Montez's daughter?" he asked ridden in shock.

Gabriella let out a sigh.

Troy patted Luke on the back rather forcefully causing him to stumble slightly, "I guess Luke here must have missed you up on that stage a few days ago, not sure how, but Luke you never were the sharpest tool in the shed were you?"

Luke's eyes widen. Troy's insult had completely run past him as he looked with utter shock at Gabriella, "that was you?"

Troy's eyes gleamed at the obvious aggravation covering Gabriella's face.

"Fuck, I knew you were probably a fucking idiot, but God I had no idea that the floor I'm standing on had more intelligence or visual ability." She shook her head, "but man fucking you would have been fun and now you ruined it" Gabriella said to Luke.

"You better watch your mouth sweetheart. Daddy wouldn't like you talking about fucking his men" Troy said as he moved closer to her.

Gabriella scoffed, "I don't give a fuck what he likes"

And Troy's suspicions the other day had been confirmed. Her Dad was the major driving force in the abundant amount of anger consuming her, but he knew that her words did not need to be heard and repeated by the men or woman in the bar. No matter what her father had done he didn't deserve this negative chatter to ensue. With little thought he wrapped his arms around her waist and threw her over his shoulder.

"It's time to get you out here before your words come back to bite you in the ass"

Gabriella's hands clawed at his back as he headed for the exit, "fuck him, I don't care" she screamed as he carried her out of the bar unaware that all eyes had fell upon them.

Troy dropped her to her feet when they reached a reasonable distance from the bar.

Gabriella slapped him, "What the fuck Troy"

"You're wasted and talking stupid"

Gabriella shrugged, "so, what does it matter?"

Troy stepped closer to her, "you were about to get your jollies on for all to see. I don't think being on base for a couple days and already about to get plugged by a wanna be pilot would be a great idea baby"

Gabriella let out growl, "oh yeah, you're one to talk. That bitch was stroking you so hard that you would have had to be blind to miss it"

A smirk curled his lips, "so you saw that huh, jealous were you?"

"Ugh, fuck you"

Troy wrapped a curl around his finger, "I told you that could be arranged again" he said as he pushed the hair off her shoulder to expose her neck. His grin widen as he brought his thumb to trace the mark he had left the other night. He connected his eyes with hers while his thumb continued to rub up and down the erotic bruise, "bet that pleased you" he said in a cocky voice knowing it had done nothing of the sort.

Gabriella shook her head, releasing his physical contact with her, "screw you."

Troy brought his mouth to her ear, "baby, you only have to ask once"

"Oh, okay, I see. I can fuck you, but I can't fuck anyone else. Too fucking bad Bolton. I don't just need your dick anymore"

Troy closed the gap between them and stared into her eyes, "liar"

"You never could follow through with anyone else" Troy shot when she didn't say anything.

Gabriella's eyes hardened at the possible truth in his words, "things change"

Troy shook his head, "not this."

Gabriella laughed, "You think you know it all Bolton. You don't know a damn thing. You don't know the hell my life has been since you left. Since I slowly began to break. Life went from fucked up to beyond earthly. What heart, feelings or anything resembling the latter is gone, discarded. So don't you stand there and pretend you are in the know because you don't know shit."

A crowd had formed in the distance and was watching the man they all worshiped and admired talk heatedly with the Admirals' daughter, the new girl, a girl who had captured his interest for longer than five minutes. The little scene in the bar had caught most their attention and now the intensity in their glares and long winded conversations had the undivided attention of most the bar patrons. They made sure to keep their distance only relying on the looks and body movement of the two to tell them the story as to what was going on.

Troy stared at her dark eyes that flickered with pain, real pain. He was speechless. He didn't believe she had changed to the vast extent she was trying to portray, but something had happened to have turned her into this angry woman. Gabriella always had an edge, an edge he loved, but this was bordering on something unimaginable.

Gabriella was becoming unnerved by his silence and the softening in his gaze. It made her heart race and her stomach begin to flutter and these were emotions she couldn't afford to feel right now. She needed him to be the cocky bastard who thought with his dick, not the guy she loved with all her heart and soul. Not the guy who used his wild and exciting personality years ago to spark feelings inside her. Not the guy who made her feel alive when she thought she was dead. They had been one hell of a combination, but no matter the hell they gave others they found solace in each other. He had always claimed that she had help save him, but in her mind he had saved her. She had to erase those feelings and those memories. She had to be hard and emotionless no matter how bad she wanted to feel. To feel him.

"Brie" he said as he ran his hand down the soft curls that framed her face.

"I don't need you anymore. I haven't for awhile" she said in an emotionless hard voice.

Troy's felt his insides cringe. Her voice was void and her stare was hard and threatening. He didn't care, "what happened to you?"

Gabriella shook her head, "it doesn't matter. It's over. I don't fucking care anymore. I'm here because I have to be. He made me. He caused it all and it's he I despise." She stated as her anger began to rise at the mere thought of her father.

Troy swallowed as everything she had said over the past couple days flooded his head. "He", that's all she said. The only reference she had made to her family. He felt bile begin to rise in his throat. He didn't want to ask it, but he had to. He knew her past. He knew what she had been going through when he left. "Where is your mom Brie?"

Gabriella tensed as anger and sorrow flooded her insides. Tears began to prick her eyes and threatened to fall. "Troy, don't" she said firmly.

Troy stared into her pain filled eyes and the need to comfort her began to tug at his mind and heart. The rough exterior he had developed again over the years was threatening to fall which was something he never thought would happen, but then again he never thought he would see her again, not after that night. He had wished and dreamed, but the reality in the matter was against those dreams and those wishes. He had screwed her the day prior and it had been amazing. Never did he think the day would come again, but it did. However, now she stood inches from him in pain, utter gut retching pain. He could see it and it made the protective side he always held upfront when around her rear its head.

Troy reached out for her arm, but she nudged him off, "just keep your distance Troy. I don't need this. I don't need you"

"Gabriella" he said as he took a step closer.

Gabriella reared her arm back as tears began to fall from her eyes and connected her hand to the side of his face, "I said back off Troy"

Troy didn't flinch. His cheek throbbed but the need to understand was leading him. He wrapped his hands securely around the top of both her small arms and stared into her tear filled eyes, "tell me Gabriella"

Gabriella shook her head as the tears fell like waterfalls.

Troy brought his nose to touch hers and his eyes pierced hers, "tell me Brie" he said in soft voice.

Gabriella swallowed as everything in her felt like it was tearing in half, "She's dead. She's fucking died Troy. Happy? Now leave me the fuck alone" she screamed as she broke free and stormed off into the night.

Gabriella blazed into her father's house a half hour later. Her face stained with make-up and tears. Her body and mind in excruciating pain. Not enough time had passed. She still grieved. She was still angry. She had been forced to come here by him. She had put up a fight, but no, he said it was for the best. As if he knew. The hell he did. Now she had lost her mother and her father failed to exist to her for years, but if she thought life couldn't get more complicated or more gut pulling, Troy Bolton had to show up. She had asked God many, many times why she 

was put in the situations she was in. The answer had yet to come to her. She was still waiting. Little did she know that the answer she had been desperately seeking was just around the corner in an unlikely subject.