Title: Battle of the Sexes

Summary: After Troy pulls a cocky stunt in the library, Gabriella declares war. In this case, revenge is a dish best served hot…An M-rated Troyella tale.

Rating: M

Disclaimer: High School Musical and all of its characters belong to Disney. I'm just borrowing them for a while…besides, Disney would never let their characters have this much fun!

A/N: Ok, here is the little bonus scene I promised you all! This is the last thing I'll be posting in connection with this story, but I am hoping to get the first M one-shot up by the end of the week. Enjoy, and thanks for joining me on this fun little ride!

Bonus: The Misadventures of Half-Naked!Troy

Mortal humiliation, thy name is Troy.

Troy sat staring dazedly at the empty space which his girlfriend had previously occupied; still unable to comprehend what had just happened. Shifting his gaze downwards, his boxers seemed to mock him from their crumpled position on the floor and his shoes looked like they were ready to run from him and the impending disaster of embarrassment.

The murmur of voices outside the door snapped Troy out of his momentary paralysis, just in time for him to jump off the piano, frantically pull on the one item of clothing Gabriella had left him with, scoop up his sneakers and dive into the music storage room before the door swung open admitting a giggling group of female sophomores.

"Did you see that Junior? He totally winked at me with those dreamy eyes, hello perfection," the blonde of the group sighed, flicking her hair over her shoulder in a move reminiscent of Sharpay.

"Perfection? Please, there is only one guy at this school that holds that description," the brunette snorted as she sat down on the piano stool. Troy could see all of them through the slim gap he'd left between the door and doorjamb of the storage closet, his mind racing to find a way out of the room without being seen.

"Mmmm, Troy Bolton…too bad he's already taken," the raven-haired girl said disappointedly, "Gabriella Montez is one lucky girl…I bet the sex is amazing."

You have no idea…it's beyond amazing, right up until she steals your towel…or your clothes…or your dignity…

"Oh yeah, I mean have you seen him in those tight jeans, boy's got no worries in that department."

And I really need to get out of here!

As the girls nodded in agreement, Troy blushed deeply all the way down his neck. He really didn't need to hear a group of sophomores discussing any part of his anatomy, thank you very much. Deciding that he'd take his chances in a mad silent dash to the door, he took a deep breath and slipped out of the storage room, ducking quickly behind the piano.

The girls were still all busy discussing him,

"It's not what they got that counts the most though, it's how they use it…and from the way he plays basketball, he definitely must have lots of stamina,"

So quick as a flash, he ran to the door and escaped out into the hall, stopping inside the alcove to the music room to catch his breath. As the door swung shut behind him, he could make out the fading voices of the sophomores,

"Tell me that was not a boxer-clad Troy Bolton who just ran past us."

"Huh? I think you've thought about him so much you're hallucinating."

"I am not, if I was hallucinating, I would've pictured him naked…"

After taking a few moments to calm his racing heart, he peeked out into the main hallway. To his relief, it was devoid of students and teachers alike. Silently giving thanks for the fact that his locker was around the next corner and not halfway across the school, he quickly but carefully started to make his way along the hallway.

The fluorescents above seemed unusually bright, the shadows they cast next to rubbish bins and drinking fountains making Troy jump if he caught them out of the corner of his vision.

I swear, the next time I see my girlfriend, she's in for a world of punishment…which could be fun…

Momentarily losing himself in fantasies about what Gabriella's 'punishment' could entail, he found himself ducking into the nearest door when a few burly members of the football team suddenly appeared around the corner. Waiting til he was sure enough time had passed for them to leave the hallway, he cautiously started to make his way back out into the corridor when his ear drums were split with a scream.

Whirling around, he stared in horror as he realised that the nearest available door he'd ducked through had happened to be for the girls' bathroom and a shocked freshman was staring at him in awe, her hand clapped over her mouth.

"Um, I…I'm sorry, I didn't know this was…you never saw me ok?" Troy pleaded softly, not even waiting for the girl to nod in agreement before he escaped, this time running down the hall til he rounded the corner.

Oh man, the whole school's gonna know now! I mean the guys might congratulate me on successfully getting in and out of the girls' bathroom without being assaulted by angry females, but the girls will all think I'm some kind of lecherous jerk especially since I'm not wearing clothes…

His eyes snapped up when he realised he was being watched. At the other end of the hallway, his girlfriend was peeking around the corner, her eyes raking up and down him amusedly. Between them, the light glinted off of his locker enticingly, shining like a beacon of hope in a sea of despair.

Ok, I have been hanging around Ryan way too much, I've become all melodramatic.

Narrowing his eyes at his girlfriend, he started to walk towards his locker, gazing at her defiantly as if to say, "I made it, and you'd better watch out".

Gabriella just grinned cheekily in response, her eyes lingering on his torso as she licked her lips. Groaning to himself, Troy diverted his eyes to the locker, which was getting nearer with every step.

Just a little further, just a little more and I can get my dignity ba…

"Troy Bolton! What on earth are you doing?? Detention and for god's sake, put some clothes on!"

I'll say it again, mortal humiliation, thy name is Troy.