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Chapter 4
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It's been a week. Well, six days. It's Friday, finally. Actually, the week has gone by pretty quick.
"I'm sorry I dressed normal," I apologized again. "I didn't get the memo, literally," I said.
Apparently, Kelsi and Taylor felt like going to school a little more emoier that we already are. Kelsi is in black pants that have a bunch of studs, and chains, but they aren't obnoxious, along with a black corset-like top. She looks pretty hott. So does Tay, wearing a black skirt with black and white stockings that go mid-thigh, and she's wearing a black corset-like top, too, but they are different. I'm wearing black pants with holes in the knees, and a light blue shirt that has a black heart on the side, all scribbled in with an arrow through it. Along with black converse, and I put my hair up.
"Next time, check your text messages in the morning," Kelsi replied, leaning against the windowsill.
I nodded. "I will, geez. Damn, I just got those black and white plaid pants, too!" I reminded myself. "We need to coordinate emo days," I commented.
"Where the hell is Chad?" Taylor wondered for the eighth time.
I rolled my eyes. "I told you, as soon as we walked in the building Coach Bolton grabbed 'em, and pulled them into the guy's locker room," I repeated. Coach Bolton started working here about a week before my birthday. Troy hates it, and is glad they wouldn't allow him to his gym teacher. Too bad he is mine, and he loves making us girls run the track. "Where's Ryan?" I asked Kelsi, noticing he wasn't here.
"Drama room. He had some quick morning meeting at the request of the Ice Queen," she filled me in. I nodded in understanding.
I wanted to say that I wished Coach Bolton would hurry his ass up because I wanted to see Troy, but I didn't. Taylor is the only one who knows about Troy and I. Chad might, not sure. Kelsi doesn't, I wanted to tell her, but she'd get to excited and tell, or keep giving us looks that would make people guess. There isn't even much to tell. We aren't really anything. We make out once in a while, for a long time. I went over his house to study for history on Tuesday. Let's just say it turned into the Cruel Intentions scene where Sarah Michelle Geller teaches Selma Blair how to kiss, only Sarah Michelle was Troy. To sum it all up for ya, fun. I mean, I've done it before, but not like I do it with Troy.
"I'm bored," I sighed, raising my arms to make sure my hair still looked good.
"Good thing I am here, then, huh?" I heard in my ear as arms wrapped around my waist, making me squeal a little. Just a little.
I smiled, letting my arms fall. "Sure is," I agreed, turning around. I wrapped my own arms around him in a hug. "What'd your dad want?" I asked when we pulled away.
"To tell me the same thing he has everyday for the past week," Troy answered. "That the only reason my Aunt Meredith isn't coming down to stay with me is because my mom has faith in me, blah, blah, blah," he went on. "It's all a bunch of bullshit, I'm eighteen, I don't need a babysitter," he stated.
I shook my head. "Yet, you're throwing a party anyways," I mentioned. His parents are going to some couple's retreat about three hours away this weekend. His dad is even skipping the game. Shocker. Everyone calls him Coach, but he isn't the head coach yet, but he will be next year. He usually goes to the games, but he isn't absolutely needed.
Troy grinned. "It's a classic, I can't resist the classics," he responded. "You're still coming by to help set up, right?" he questioned, wagging his eyebrows once.
"If you want me to," I said, biting my lip.
"You don't even gotta ask that question," he insisted. "I always want you," he told me.
I couldn't help but let out a laugh, and hug him again. "You're such a flirt," I informed him as we pulled away.
"Yeah," he agreed. "But, it's the funnest with you," he assured me. "Everything is funner with you," he said lowly.
"More fun," I corrected. "Funner isn't a word," I told him.
"You know what," he started, his hands at my sides. "I don't care," he finished, tickling me. I squealed, laughing, and tried to find protection. Good thing my instincts told me to get closer to him. Not fair. "That's a good result," he commented with me smashed against him.
"Damn, why don't you two just make out already?" Chad spoke up from behind me.
Troy looked from Chad, to me, and back. I'm not sure why that tells me it's not good what he is thinking."If you really want," he replied, grabbing me, then dipped me low like they did in the old-fashioned movies. His face came close when the bell rang.
"Saved by the bell," I mumbled, completely at ease in his arms.
"Sucks, huh?" Troy responded, standing me back up, but not before twirling me.
I giggled. "Thanks," I said, picking my bag up.
Troy wrapped an arm around my shoulders as we walked down the hall. The only thing I saw was Sharpay's glare as we walked down the hall together. I knew her glares, and they were never a good thing.
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"So, I think we did a good job," Troy stated around seven that night.
I got up on my elbows from the couch. "For the hour we locked all your valuables away, and got out the minuscule amount of food, and put the beer on ice, yeah," I agreed, pressing my lips to his. He kissed me back for a moment. In the week I've been fooling around with Troy, I've gone farther than I did with any other guy. Of course, farther means our shirts coming off, and my bra. Well, my bra was only once. Yesterday, it was a spur of the moment thing. Not that I minded. That was great.
"It's a job well done," he went on, kissing me again.
"Job well done or not, I have to go home," I told him, sliding out from underneath him. Well, I sat up.
"What?" he asked, sitting up, too. "Why do you have to leave?" he questioned.
I stood. "I have to get ready for your party," I told him, straightening out my clothes.
He grabbed onto my arms, and suddenly I was underneath him again. "Fuck my party, stay here," he said, pinning my hands down. It kinda liked it, not gonna lie.
"I can't just fuck your party, not only can you not have sex with a party, in this sense of the word anyways, not that I would prefer it in any other way either. Anyways, if I blow off your party people will show up here anyways," I reminded him, lifting my head up to try and kiss him.
He smiled, leaning away. "Oh, you want to leave, then you want to kiss me?" he asked, letting my hands go to put a hand on either side of me, holding himself up above me.
"Troy, I'm supposed to meet Taylor at my house so she can help me get ready," I informed him, frowning when he still resisted to kiss me. "You know, I am a little sick of you having all the power in the... whatever this is," I admitted.
"If you don't leave we can do whatever you want," he compromised. Oh, God, that is tempting. "Come on," he whispered, his lips going down my neck. My eyes fluttered closed.
I let out a breath. "I have to go home," I sighed, making him stop, and me open my eyes. "I have to get ready, and talk with my mom. I'm sleeping over Tay's tonight," I told him.
"You are, are you? Does that mean you can stay extra late tonight since she has an outside door into her room?" he wondered, slightly above me again.
"Mm-hm," I agreed, getting up to kiss him. He actually let me. "So, I'm leaving now," I said, kissing him again. It was quick, so he couldn't pull me into it.
He got up, pulling me up with him. "I'll drive you home," he stated, fixing his own clothes.
"Troy, the party," I mentioned, looking around at his house.
"Brie, the party won't be starting until after the basketball game, that means around nine. It's six," he reminded me. "Plus, I gotta get something from your brother," he added, running a hand through his hair.
Oh. I nodded, leading him down the steps to the door where our shoes were. As soon as we got to my house, Taylor was there, sitting on the front steps, bored. She left the game early for me. We went up to my room, and he went downstairs to talk to my brother. He yelled goodbye as he left.
"I look like a slut," I stated as Chad honked outside for us to go out. The Wildcats won, yippee.
"You don't look like a slut. You're petite, and you have bitchin' legs, show 'em off," Taylor told me.
I rolled my eyes. "Bye, Mom, I'll be home tomorrow!" I called out as we went down the steps.
"Be good!" she shouted back.
"I know. Love you!" I yelled to her.
"Love you, too," she responded in a loud voice.
We went outside to where Chad was waiting in his step-dad's car. "So lucky. Your mom just lets you go like that," Taylor muttered as we left.
I smiled. The good thing about your mom thinking you are the good one, she believes you are more responsible than you are. "Whatever. At least when you bend over, your ass won't pop out," I replied, opening the back door of the Range Rover.
I'm wearing possibly the tightest, shortest skirt in the world. Okay, maybe it's not the tightest, it doesn't cut into my gut or legs or anything, but it is short. It's a white metallic looking skirt, and hugs my upper thighs like a second skin, literally. I'm wearing a black top that has a few buttons in the chest area, but they don't unbutton, don't know why. It has a deep v-neck to show some cleavage, but not everything, and the sleeves go to my elbows. The top, also hugs everything I got, making it look bigger than it is. I wore black gladiator high heels with it. My hair was parted on the side, so bangs swept to the left on my forehead. The top of my hair was straightened, the bottom was a little wavy, looking slightly messy, but really good. I took time doing my make up today, putting more on than usual, but not as much as other girls, and I looked pretty great in the end, at least I thought so.
"You're ass won't pop out, and if it does, at least your wearing that cute black underwear," Taylor looked on the bright side.
I rolled my eyes. "Thanks, Tay," I mumbled, dropping my bag on the seat next to me.
Taylor and Chad kissed for a moment. He said something to her that I didn't hear, something that made her giggle and kiss him again. "Hey, Gab," he greeted once the car was in drive.
"Hey," I repeated, pulling my phone out of my purse to see what time it was. Nine thirty. Chad wanted to shower and change before the party. I really didn't mind showing up late. These parties aren't all they are cracked up to be, I'd much rather be watching a bad movie with my friends, or walking around town than doing this shit. It has been a while since someone threw a good one. It's also been a while since I've actually been to one. Plus, a party with Troy and all my friends should be entertaining enough.
We were at Troy's house minutes later, but we parked in Chad's driveway. Troy's house looked to be bumpin' and jumpin' with kids. Great.
"Chad, I'm leaving my stuff in your car," I informed him as we got out, slipping my phone into the small pocket I had in the skirt.
He nodded, wrapping his arm around Taylor was we walked. "Looks like the party is a success," he commented, walking up the steps to Troy's door.
"What do you expect? It's Troy," Taylor replied. "He's friends with everyone," she stated.
"With some of us more than others," Chad agreed, opening the door for Taylor and I. It's a good thing Troy has a huge house (one that is way too big for three people and a dog, to this he agrees). Speaking of Puppy, he's in Troy's parent's room. Troy said he'd go pet her once in a while. Poor doggy.
"What a coincidence," Troy said as we walked up the steps to his living room, meeting him at the top. "Nice win, man," he complimented Chad, giving him that manly half hug. Chad's on the basketball team, but that doesn't exactly make him popular, it just makes him less picked on than other kids.
Chad nodded. "Yeah. Looks like your party is doing good," he told him.
Troy shrugged. "What can I say? I throw good parties," he responded sarcastically, not to mention a little cockily. I watched as he said hi to Taylor, and hugged her, then made her laugh at something he said. When he finally got to me, his sexy grin appeared. "Damn, I'm glad I let you go home," he mentioned, his hands on my waist. "You look great, Brie," he confirmed, hugging me.
With heels on, my forehead was at his nose. The good thing was that it was perfect for my head and his shoulder. I buried my face into his neck for the few moments we hugged, like always, he smelled nice with his unique scent. We pulled away, and I gripped the opening to his button up shirt. "This is some shirt," I commented, smiling. I glanced up to see him smiling, too.
"I know, right?" he questioned, grabbing my hands. His button up was open with a black t-shirt underneath. The plaid button up itself was a mixture of blue, black, green, and tints of orange. It was an interesting shirt. He wore tight jeans low on his hips, showing his black boxers, along with black converse. "And, that's some skirt," he murmured softly. I felt pink tint my cheeks lightly, causing him to chuckle. "You do look beautiful."
I nodded a little. "Thanks," I mumbled a reply.
"Troy!" some guy yelled from across the room.
He looked back, then turned his head to me, again. "Gotta go, Brie. I'm the host, and all," he reminded me, squeezing my hands.
I nodded again. "Uh-huh," I responded.
"Aw, don't look so sad, it's not like I'll be busy all night. Trust me, I wish I was hanging out with you," he confessed, letting my hands go. His finger hooked under my chin for a second as he walked away. "I'll see ya soon," he promised, walking away.
I watched, with a sigh, as he walked over to a popular guy. I also watched as a girl, a girl I knew to not be the most virginal, throw herself at him in a hug. And, I watched as he returned the hug with as much force, a grin on his face. Hey, he can do what he wants, that's fine. We're not... anything like that. That doesn't mean it doesn't irk me a little.
I found Chad and Taylor, along with a couple of our friends, and proceeded to hang out with them. I'm not a beer person, it tastes bad. With that, children of alcoholics are twice as likely to become alcoholics themselves. I got two alcoholics for parents, whether they both admit it or not (one does, one doesn't, I don't have the heart to say anything about it). So, I drank a coke, leaning against the wall, and tried not to act like I was wondering where Troy was.
"Stop making fun of me, I'm right here!" I exclaimed, pretending to get mad at my friends.
Kelsi and Taylor couldn't stop laughing. "Remember when you called us all lesbians by accident?" Kelsi asked. Her mother finally set her free. She has a curfew at eleven thirty, though.
I shook my head. "I don't even know why I said 'lesbians at the lunch table' when I meant friends," I muttered grumpily.
"Then, when you told Martha you'd look her up in the dictionary, when you meant phone book?" Taylor questioned, making Martha laugh heartily.
"And, when you told Taylor green wasn't your favorite color in the alphabet?" Martha wondered, laughing some more.
I groaned. "Can we talk about Chad's dumb comments now?" I wondered. "Remember when that Dave kid was pissing him off in science earlier this year, and when everyone was silent, with the projector on, he said 'biiiitch'?" I questioned.
"No, we're not in that class, but you told us about it, and Chad and you couldn't stop laughing," Ryan replied.
Chad and I were already laughing. "That was funny," he confirmed, wrapping an arm around Taylor's waist. "But not nearly as funny as some of the shit you say," he corrected. "Or as funny as watching you and Troy have a conversation," he added. "The other day, they went on about her killing him, then him becoming an incubus, I don't know, that was weird," he stated.
"And, funny," Taylor went on.
"You guys keep making fun of me, I'm going to go get another drink," I told them I was walking away.
I got a water from the fridge, and went the long way back so I might've been able to spot Troy. I got stopped when I passed the bathroom because of the line. When I finally broke free, I heard Troy's voice. I moved over to the wall so I wasn't blocking anyone's way, and looked around. He was in a different part of the living room, with a different group of people. He was sitting on the arm of a chair, his arm around a girl, with her practically sitting on his lap. He was saying something while using his hands to help him speak. I couldn't help but notice how when his hand bobbed, it came very close to her boob. As I watched, she moved closer to him, and I was ninety five percent sure his hand touched her boob.
I sighed, immensely let down, but I deserved it. We never talked about what we were, we kinda put off that talk. I wasn't sure of the outcome, truthfully. He's had girlfriends, I know that, hell I know how he lost his virginity. I know I like him, so much it's illegal, and I'm ninety percent sure he likes me back. Hey, he's a flirt, I don't want to be tooooo sure, then it might hurt later. I've been in relationships, too, but never with a guy I liked as much as I like him. I didn't know if I was ready to completely give myself to him, in the theoretical manner, the physical part, uh, yeah. I'm horrible.
"It won't happen, you know," I heard next to me, so I looked. Oh, my fucking.. Sharpay.
I looked away. "Wow, she speaks, it's been what? Six years or so?" I wondered, pushing off the wall.
"Something like that. So? It still won't happen," she repeated.
I let out a breath. "Just to get you to leave, I'll bite. What won't happen?" I questioned, sipping my water.
"Are you stupid, or do you just think I am? You and Troy. You two won't happen," she answered. "Guys like him don't date girls like you. I see you two in the hall, the big smile you get when he pays attention to you, when he hugs you, compliments you," she went on. A lump grew in my throat. Don't let her get to you. "You do realize he does that with every girl he comes into contact with, right? You are two different people. He's popular, fun, hott, and you're an emo, boring, and while you do have the body, it still won't work," she told me.
I turned my head. "Why the fuck do you care, Blondie?" I asked her, crossing my arms. "I don't see him over here paying attention to you, do I?" I questioned.
Her face darkened at Blondie. "I care because it's pathetic, you're pathetic. He'll never go for you," she stated. "I don't see him paying attention to you, either. The difference? I'll something about it," she told me. "Excuse me," she added, walking away. She went right over to Troy, said something that made him turn to her. He let go the girl he was holding to hug her. They hugged too long. When they pulled away, if you call it that, the only thing that pulled away was her head from his chest. She said something else that made him laugh, then she kissed the corner of his mouth. He smiled, and they hugged again, swaying back and forth as they did.
I didn't, and couldn't, watch anymore. I went upstairs, bypassing people making out on the steps. I heard Puppy's faint barking from his parent's room, and decided to go see her. I jimmied the lock with the tweezers that were on the ground next to the door (they are there for this reason). "Hey, girl," I said in a low voice, trying so hard to swallow that lump in my throat.
She wagged her tail when she saw me, then tried to lick my face, but I didn't let her.
"Did Troy not come up to say hi tonight?" I wondered, petting her. "Good thing I'm here, his best friend," I said, getting down onto my butt, and leaned against his parent's bed. "His best friend with benefits, if that is all I'll ever be. Fuck, I let her get to me," I mumbled, pulling my legs up to my chest. My skirt was probably showing more than I would have wanted it to, but I didn't care, I locked the door. "Fuck!" I yelled, clenching my fists.
I wanted to cry, but I didn't. I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. He does like me, I'm his best friend, he's told me how annoying he finds her. He calls me sexy, and beautiful, and promised he wouldn't be another disappointment. I tried to lift the sadness from me, but wasn't sure how. After fifteen minutes of listening to the blaring music below, and petting Puppy for a while until she fell asleep, I got up to leave. I didn't know where I wanted to go, but I wanted to leave the room. It was weird hanging out in his parent's room.
I went down the steps, running into Troy, who was about to walk up. "There you are. Where the hell have you been?" he asked, smiling at me.
"Around, like you," I replied snidely, crossing my arms.
"You okay?" he questioned, tilting his head at me.
I nodded. "I'm fine," I assured him.
"No, you're not, I know when you're okay, and when you're not," he informed me, his hands settling on my hips. "What's wrong?" he wondered.
I shrugged. "Nothing. Just wondering where you've been yourself," I responded.
"Brie, I told you, I had to say hi to people, and that I would find you after. I've been lookin' for you for about five minutes now," he told me.
"Okay," I said in return.
"What are you pissed about?" he asked again, his hands leaving my hips.
I shrugged again. "Nothing," I repeated.
"Cut the shit, Gabriella, I know you. You're pissed. Why don't you just fuckin' tell me so we can have a good time tonight?" he questioned.
"I'm pretty sure you were having an okay night all night," I replied. "It's not like you've been alone," I explained.
He nodded in understanding now. "This is about the girls," he stated, figuring it out. Well, we have a winner, folks! "Come on, you know I'm a flirt, chill out," he told me.
"I'm chill, don't worry," I informed him.
"Great," he said sarcastically.
I was getting pissier. "You can hang out with whatever bitch you want," I assured him.
"I will," he agreed with a nod of his head.
"And, you can kiss any girl you want, too," I added.
"I know," he went on.
"Fine!" I exclaimed, not wanting to talk to him.
He grinned. "Fine!" he mimicked, but actually meant it. I felt like slapping him.
I rolled my eyes, and went to leave. He grabbed my arm, pulling me back, then pinned me against the wall. His lips were on mine, his lips moving with mine before I even registered it. It was instinct to kiss back, natural. My hands threaded into his hair, while his hands slid down to my butt. I let his tongue into my mouth so it could play with my own. I felt so good I thought I'd burst. It felt kind of naughty to do it in public, too, seeing as no one knows we're anything besides friends. We pulled away, both heaving for oxygen when we did.
"I can kiss any girl I want," he agreed again. "But, I want to kiss you," he stated, pressing himself closer to me. I was quiet for a moment, slightly shocked by what he said. "What? You're speechless now? That's interesting," he commented, kissing me softly.
"I-I'm.." I trailed off.
"Gonna be late for class?" he guessed, a grin on his face.
I visually swallowed. "Gotta go," I corrected, removing myself from his grip, and darted up the steps. I went to the only room I knew I wouldn't feel out of place on. Troy's room. I've spent hours in there with him, listening to music, talking, watching movies, fooling around, and hanging out (which could translate to play fighting, I always win. Then again he always lets me win, stating he likes getting me on top, effectively making me blush). His room was locked, too, but again, I used the tweezers.
His room was in it's usual disarray, clothes all around, books spewed about, CDs and DVDs in odd places. The only thing neat about it was the fact that his bed was made. I sat down on the bed, and took off the heels that were killing my feet. There were, at the maximum, two photos up. One was of him, and his parents. He looked a little younger than he is now, but not much, a year at the most. His mom was in the middle, her arms around her husband and son, all three smiling widely.
Lucy Bolton is good at what she does, being a lawyer, so she's very successful. I've met her a few times, she's nice, and I know from my few times of being with her, Troy is her baby boy. She can't stay mad at him for too long, nor punish him for real unless he's done something really bad. She always ungrounds him when his father does, and he gets away with everything he possibly can. I've been here when Jack had ground him, and he begged her to let him leave. She was stern for maybe three minutes, then he smiled at her, and she let him go easily enough a few minutes later.
The only other photo was of Troy and three other people, two guys and a girl. Abby, David, and Neal. I knew they were friends throughout high school back at his old school. They still talk today, but they don't hang out much. The girl was beautiful, and when Troy caught me staring at it once, he told me she was just a friend. A girlfriend to one of the guys in the picture to be exact, Neal's girlfriend. His dog was in the picture, too.
I was only alone a few more seconds before the door opened in front of me. Damn, I forgot to lock it. "I knew you'd come in here," Troy stated, walking in, and locked the door behind him.
"I'm that predictable," I mumbled, crossing my leg over the other, then began to massage my foot.
He sat down next to me, and clapped. The light next to his bed blinked on. Yeah, he has that clap light thing. The first time I was in here, I played around with it for almost ten minutes. Troy just laughed at me, completely amused. "Nah, all the other rooms are taken with people havin' sex, and my parent's room is locked with the dog in it," he informed me.
"You're just okay with people having sex at your house?" I asked, a little disgusted.
He shrugged. "Some of them aren't going all the way, but it's not like I sleep in those beds, either. Plus, it's a party, it's expected. And, it's not like I won't be changing the sheets tomorrow during my day-long clean up," he told me.
"I went to see Puppy a little bit ago. She fell asleep while I was in there," I said, running a hand through my hair.
He chuckled. "You're at a high school party, and you hang out with my dog," he rephrased, chuckling some more. "I love you, Brie," he told me. I didn't freak out when he said he loves me. It's not like it was some love confession. He means as a friend, a best friend. He loves me, but he's not in love with me. I love him, too.
I nodded, looking down at my hands. "I'm a little off, you know that," I reminded him, staring at my black nails. "You know the real reason I got pissed tonight?" I questioned, finally peering up at him.
"I was flirting with girls," he answered himself. "You know I don't mean anything by it, right? It's just, like, I don't know, a Bolton trait. My dad does it, my mom hates it, I grew up seeing it. It happens," he explained it.
I shook my head. "It's not just the girls, Troy. You can flirt with whoever you want, we're not together, although it did kind of upset me. But, I'm okay with that, I know it's a part of who you are. What really pissed me off was you flirting with Sharpay," I told him.
A laugh escaped his lips. "Gabriella-"
"She talked to me tonight, you know," I cut him off. "For the first time since the middle of her eighth grade year, and my seventh. She spoke to me," I repeated.
"What'd she say?" he wondered, turning his head to me.
I let out a breath, then glanced down at my nails again. "That I was pathetic because of the way I act around you. Because I'm happier when you're around, and everything, and since you could never be interested in me, I'm pathetic. She said we could never work-"
I was cut off this time, and this time it was because his lips were against mine. Our foreheads touched as we kissed, and his hands cupped my face gently. Every time we kiss, my heart beats fast and flies to my throat, and my stomach does constant flip flops. He also takes my breath away. We didn't kiss for a long even though I would have been totally okay with it. "You're not pathetic," he stated, still leaning in close to me.
I pulled away, clearing my throat as I did. "Thanks," I muttered softly.
"And, you know how I feel about Sharpay," he added. "She's a bitch, annoying, and parts of her body are fake, that's a turn off," he insisted. His hand slipped onto my thigh, his thumb on my inner thigh, rubbing small circles on it. "You are real. This is real," he told me, and we both leaned in at the same time until our foreheads touched. "If we wanted it to, this could work," he added softly, his lips brushing against mine.
My breath caught in my throat. "Troy-"
"Brie, don't say anything," he instructed, and my eyes lowered to his lips. I felt something shift around us, the feeling of the room changed. It was tension, sexual tension. He must have felt it too, because when my eyes looked into his again, his eyes were darker, more serious. "If you want anything to happen right now," he started in a low voice. "You have to start it," he stated, shifting closer to me.
I wasn't sure exactly what would happen. I knew what could happen between us right then. I knew what I would be okay with happening, and I knew what I wanted to happen between us right then, too. I wasn't sure if what I wanted to happen would happen, but I had a chance, and after wondering for so long, and liking Troy so much for what seemed like too long, I leaned forward. I nodded ever so slightly, and pressed my lips to his.
To say what happened after that was a blur, would be a lie, and the truth at the same time. It's hard to explain. I mean, now it seems like it went by way too fast, but in the moment, it was slow. It was also perfect, at least to me it was. He was perfect in my eyes.
Yes, I, Gabriella Montez, finally lost it. I'm no longer a virgin.
It wasn't awkward, or forced, we took our time. More like he took his time, I was new to almost all of it. I wasn't sure how long it took, I really didn't care. All I know is that after, when Troy and I were laying together (okay, cuddling), and his fingers were softly moving through my hair he suddenly said 'Brie, it's three AM.' We got dressed silently, and before we left the room, he kissed me one last time.
We went downstairs, and people were still there, but most left. I found Chad and Taylor, who wondered where I was the whole time. I told them I found Troy, and we hung out together for a while.
"For four hours?" Taylor had said.
"Four hours?" I repeated back to her.
Chad nodded. "Yeah, we've been looking all over you, even called and texted you because we know guys at this school are dicks, but you didn't answer," he said. "Tay got worried."
I shrugged a little. "I guess we just lost track of time," I responded. "And, my phone was on silent."
While I was with them, Troy was clearing the house of the rest of the people. Once everyone was gone, we picked up a little, then Taylor said we had to get to her house. We said bye to Troy, and Chad drove us to Taylor's house. We fell asleep, and I didn't even tell her.
When I woke up the next morning, Taylor was already up, and on her computer. I must have made a noise, because she turned around. "Morning, Sunshine," she greeted, and I smiled back softly. "It's noon, ya know," she informed me.
I snuggled down into one of her pillows. She has bunk beds, but we both always sleep on the bottom because the top is full of old art projects. We're girls, chill, nothing happens. "Don't care, still tired," I mumbled back, feeling soreness in my pelvis. A wide smile covered my face, and I even giggled a little. "Hey, Tay," I started, still comfy on her bed. It's actually a futon bed.
"Yeah?" she asked, looking back at me again.
"I'm not a virgin anymore," I confessed. When I saw her face, I couldn't help but laugh.
She turned the whole computer chair. "You're kidding, right?" she questioned, doubt on her face.
I shook my head. "Nope. At the party, when Troy and me disappeared. You really thinking we were talking for four hours?" I wondered.
"I thought you fooled around, not went all the way!" she exclaimed.
"Geez, say it a little louder, will you?" I asked, sitting up a little. "It's not like you don't have a gazzilion people leaving here," I reminded her. She lives with her mom, step-dad, and two sisters, Tya (pronounced Tia), and Tatyana. Taylor's the middle child. Tatyana is technically her half-sister but they don't think of each other like that.
She got off the chair, and sat down with me on the bed. "You really did it it?" she asked. "I mean, I know you weren't exactly going to wait, but I at least thought you'd be in a relationship," she told me honestly.
I grabbed onto the bar above me to hoist myself up into a sitting position. "Me, too, but it just happened. Long story short, I was pissed at him a little for.. never mind, and we got into this fight about how he can flirt with whoever he wants, and kiss whoever he wants. He kept saying 'I know' or something. I was going to walk away, but he grabbed me, and kissed me. He said he could kiss other girls, but he wanted to kiss me."
"Aw," Taylor commented.
I nodded, smiling. "I know. I ran upstairs, a little confused, and he followed. We were just talking, and the mood shifted. He said that if I wanted anything to happen, I had to start it. So, I kissed him. It lead to.. well, sex," I told her. "Besides, it was Troy," I added like it meant something. It did mean something. To me.
"You used protection, right?" she asked, getting all parental.
I nodded, sighing. "Yes, Ma," I assured her.
"Did it hurt?" she wondered, seriously curious and interested in the answer.
I nodded again. "In the beginning, but it faded after a little bit. He was really sweet, and gentle, Tay, he didn't push for anything. It was perfect. Then, it was- I don't actually know how to explain it," I admitted, making her laugh. "I've never actually had an orgasm before," I reminded her.
"How many did you have?" she questioned. She's had them before, but not from sex. Virgin, hello.
I shrugged. "I don't really remember," I told her.
She laughed again. "What? Not that good?" she joked.
I shook my head. "No, it's not that. Trust me, it was great, better than words. It's not like I counted, though. I just- I wanted to savor every moment, and my mind clouded over. I know it was more than one. I know that doesn't make sense. It's one long.. pleasurable blur," I tried looking for the right words.
"You used a condom every time, right? I mean, after the first initial-"
"Yes, Tay, damn," I assured her again. "Don't worry."
I pulled a blanket up around him. "Is it bad I wanna do it again really bad?" I asked her. "I mean, Taylor.. I don't know, it was better than words."
She smiled. "Not sure, it's probably normal," she replied. "I'm glad you lost it in a way that is perfect for you," she added.
"I don't know how he feels about it, though," I mumbled, nervousness settling in my stomach. "He told me sex means something to him, and I wanted it, and he must have, but I'm not sure if he's okay with it. You know what I am saying?" I wondered.
Taylor nodded. "I think," she responded. "Talk to him," she suggested.
Before I could reply, my phone went off. I reached through the ladder-thing and picked up my phone from her nightstand. "It's him," I squealed, sorta. What a cah-winky-dink.
"Well, answer it, you tard," she ordered.
I gave her hard look, then answered it. "Hello?" I said into it.
"Hi," Troy greeted.
I smiled. "Hey," I greeted back.
"You still at Taylor's?" he asked me.
I nodded. "Yeah, just woke up a little bit ago, actually," I answered.
"You think you'd be ready to leave there in, like, an hour?" he wondered. "I think we should talk, maybe get something to eat," he suggested.
"Yeah," I told him. "I just need to shower, and get dressed. Call when you're almost here," I instructed him.
"Alright, it's a date. See you in a little bit," he said before hanging up.
I closed my phone. "We're going out to eat to talk," I told her.
"I guess you get first dibs on a shower," she stated, and I nodded. Agreed.
Troy called five minutes before he got there. Taylor and I went out front to sit and wait for him. I had my purse, and a bag full of clothes. I sleep here a lot, clothes pile up. I left a pair of jeans a t-shirt in case I need it sometimes, but I took the rest with me. I put on a pair of black pants, and a white scoop neck shirt, with black converse, of course. I did my hair much like yesterday, parted on the side, and messy looking. My make up was done well again, too.
His car pulled into the driveway, the top up, and music blaring. Tay and I stood. We hugged. "Call me after," she pleaded in my ear.
I nodded. "Yeah, I will," I assured her, picking up my bags. "Tell your mom thanks for having me, like usual," I told her, and she nodded.
As I approached, the music went down. I opened the door, threw my bag in the back, and slid into the passenger seat. "Hey," he greeted me again, the music going down more.
"Hey," I repeated, pulling my hair over to one side.
"So, I've been cleaning since nine this morning, and I'm hungry as hell. You good with McDonald's?" he questioned, sending a wave to Taylor before putting the car into reverse.
I nodded. "Yeah," I agreed, waving at Taylor, too. "How is the clean up going?" I wondered as we drove, liking that this was normal, not awkward.
He shrugged slightly, his eyes on the rode. "Alright. Ryan and Chad showed up around ten thirty to help, so we got a lot of shit done. All I really have left is to wash the walls, make the beds, and do the dishes," he informed me.
I laughed a little. "Look at you. Mr. Suzy Homemaker," I teased.
Troy smiled, looking over at me for a moment. "What? I may have rich parents, but they didn't spoil me my whole life, I had weekly chores to do," he told me. "They called, and were proud they didn't get a call from the cops or anything. Trust me, that has happened before," he added. "Maybe I'll get a raise in my allowance," he muttered to himself.
"I still find it funny that you are eighteen, and you get an allowance of fifty dollars a week," I commented.
"What? I've had jobs, my mom just finds that my grades are better when I don't have one. So, she says as long as I keep my GPA above a 2.5, and I don't get in major trouble, she'd give me an allowance," he told me. "I have a 3.6 right now," he said.
"Funny, so do I," I reminded him.
He grinned, pulling into McDonald's. "What do you want, and I am paying with my allowance," he told me sternly.
We decided to eat at McDonald's after a mini fight in the car, and how he always gets irritated when things get spilled. Then he took me back to his house. "Wow, you guys really did clean this morning," I mentioned, walking up the steps to the main part of his house.
Troy nodded from he knees, petting Puppy. "You helped, too, didn't you, girl?" he asked the dog as she tried to lick his face. "We tied a garbage bag to her collar, and she pulled it around so we could throw shit in it," he admitted.
I chuckled, patting the top of her head. "Did that work?" I wondered.
"At first, then it got to heavy for her. I thought it might choke her. To solve the problem, she yanked herself out of the collar, and spilled the whole bag," he told me. "We gave her a seven point five for sticking the landing," he said.
I can't believe they judged his dogs like gymnastics."You guys are so gay together," I stated, walking past him.
"Don't make fun of my bromances, woman," he called after me.
I looked back, laughing. He followed me, wrapping his arms around my waist so I couldn't walk anymore.
"We ever gonna talk about it?" Troy wondered, letting me go almost as fast as he caught me. "I mean, we spent all of lunch talking about school, and your reluctance to let me read anything you write," he reminded me.
I turned around while he spoke. "Are you okay with it?" I asked, worry growing within me.
"Are you?" he questioned. "I mean, it was your virginity," he reminded me. "I want to know what you think because I know you wanted something happen, I'm just not sure if sex was it," he told me. "Girls usually make a big deal about this sort of thing."
I shrugged. "I didn't," I assured him. "You know I'm not like other girls, I didn't grow up like other girls do. My virginity was never a big thing to me like it is to Kelsi and Taylor. I've wanted to get rid of it, truthfully. Just because I felt that way, though, doesn't mean I didn't want it to be with someone I really care about, and like, you know?" I asked. "Are you okay with it?"
"I wanted it," he started to answer. "I've liked you since the week I met you. It's just, after the last girl I was with, which was friend's with benefits, I promised myself the next time I did it with a girl, I would be in a relationship," he managed to say.
I felt like a car was crushing my chest. "Oh," I muttered, looking down.
"No, Brie, don't do that," Troy said, obviously seeing my hurt. He lifted my chin until I would look into his eyes. "You didn't let me finish. I don't regret what we did, really, I don't. The other week, when you told me you were a virgin, you do realize that I told myself I wanted to be the one to be your first, right?" he questioned.
I shook my head. "No," I got out.
"Well, I did. I like you, Brie, I do. More than I've ever liked another girl. Which is why I'm asking you this. Brie, will you be my girlfriend?" he asked.
I was shocked. I blinked. Huh? "I-I don't know."
I don't know? What?!
Cliffy. Sorry.
Review please.
I know it's sudden for her to lose her virginity, and sorry I didn't do a sex scene. I suck at those.
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-- Kayleigh