Sorry For The wait, Happy New Year!!!
Troy's POV
I continued to look her up and down, and she continued her 'quick glances' in my direction. Sometimes we made eye contact which we usually held for a few moments until she looked away in shame. Yet she had nothing to be ashamed about, she had done nothing that I knew of, to be untrue to Ryan. I secretly hoped she had though; I wanted her to think the same thoughts as I. The same thoughts that burned images of what it could be into that back of my eyelids so that when ever I closed my eyes I didn't forget. But I knew that these fantasies would never be reality and it killed me on the inside.
Gabriella's POV
Troy looked like he had forgotten about the beer dangling in his hand, as he hadn't taken a sip out of it in a while. Apparently his attention was focused on me. I could feel Ryan's hot breath breathing on my neck, just as it had the day I lost my virginity to him, it made me sick. I took a step back; I looked Ryan in the eye. I just couldn't take it anymore. Troy seemed to take even more interest in what was going on, and sat up. There was a hint of curiosity in Ryan's' eyes. Then it turned to confusion, which is in fact the same thing only one is positive and the other is negative. Then he seemed to know, like he read my mind. His eyes shifted to Troy, I opened my mouth to say sorry but he just nodded and began to walk away. I was now a bit confused myself at to what had just happened. Did Ryan know that I began to drift away? Or had he just figured from the beginning that I would eventually leave him for Troy? Either way, I would never know. But I wasn't ready for anything to happen with anyone yet.
Twenty minutes had passed since our 'Break-Up' and no one seemed to notice a difference in me at all. I had gone in the opposite direction of where Ryan went leaving Troy sitting there, puzzled. To my luck I had gone to where a flight of stairs were and I had climbed them slowly. Few people had been upstairs at that time, and hardly anyone noticed me, as they were too busy being wrapped in each others arms. I wasn't sure if every door was intentionally opened so that all you had to do is make sure not to go into the closed rooms, or if it was just a coincidence. I peeked into the open rooms, Jeez Troy had it made; a weight room, 3 open bedrooms, a media room, a game room with a foosball table and on! I came across Troy's room. I figured it was his; I mean his boys wouldn't be that disrespectful to screw a girl on his bed right? Plus, there were those wood cutout letters spelling Troy on his desk.
I looked around his room; careful not to touch anything of course. He had pictures of Chad and the team playing basketball, his sister whose name I thought was Katherine, and the rest of his family, and then I saw the first big surprise of that day. Its box was in the corner of the room, I couldn't believe I didn't notice it sooner. It was the scrapbook. The one with the pictures of him and me in it, the one I left in my room. I then saw the CD sitting right-side up next to it. I heard a knock. I jumped. I whipped around quickly already planning an explanation to Chad or someone else who would take advantage of the opportunity for teasing. I then stopped once I saw Troy leaning up against the door frame. "Stalking me or something? I should probably get a lock on this door…" he said grinning. "The door was open and besides that, look whose talking! You're the one who all of the sudden had his eyes glued to my ass" I said with a unexpected burst of courage. I squinted at him, I was a little mad at him. He stopped grinning and looked down. I plopped myself down on his bed, then laid back, stretched out, and let out a big sigh.
His eyes flickered towards me. He sat down at the edge of the bed and just smiled at me. "Like it's my fault you're lookin' all fine and shit" I laughed loudly, sounds like something a player would say. His smirk returned. I couldn't believe how not-shy I was. It was like a sudden flirting radar turned on. I laughed at that thought and he looked at me strangely. I laughed again at his expression, "Sorry, I must be going crazy, I just laughed out loud at something I said in my head" At first he said nothing, then he got this impulsive urge to tickle me. He rubbed his fingers across my ribs and I screamed. I tried swatting him away, like that was going to work. I continued trying to escape his grasp and landed myself on the ground. "Are you okay?" he said bursting out laughing. "Yeah," I opened my eyes to see the second big surprise of the day; an upside down image of Ryan standing in the doorway. I quickly picked myself up, and Troy practically flew as far away from the bed as possible like he was guilty of something.
I thought Ryan probably noticed Troy going upstairs and was going to have a 'talking-to' with him. Whatever, I tried to avoid something like that. Ryan's eyes went from me, to Troy, and back again. They lingered on me. And then he left. I looked over to Troy. "Oh you are soo going to regret that!" I said glaring at him. I sat down on his bed and pouted. He laughed and sat next to me. I continued pouting, I knew it would get to him sooner or later. He shoved me, "Stop that" he said. I glared. "Gabi, come on, you know I'll die if you're ever mad at me!" "Then why aren't you dead already?" I asked, being a smart-ass. I stopped like he wanted me to, then I noticed the third big surprise of the day; my bracelet. I suddenly got very serious, but he didn't know it yet. "Why didn't you call me?" I said moving away, I noticed how close we were. "Huh, what do you mean?" "I mean, obviously you got my letter." I said pointing at my bracelet. He stopped smiling. "I would have… well I mean, I just…" "You just what Troy? You just wanted me to think that you either A) never got the box at all, or B) didn't care about me at all?!" I said raising my voice and standing up. "No Gabi, it's not like that," he said standing too. "I don't care 'What it's like' anymore… I have to go"
I ran out of the room, past the growing amount of people upstairs. I ran straight into Valerie Porter. "Um, sorry" I said under my breath. "Don't be hatin' because your boy would rather screw me than you" she said, maybe assuming that was why I was crying, "Excuse me?" I said confused. "You heard me," she paused and looked around at the group who was now paying attention, "I had sex with Troy Bolton" she emphasized his name, everyone's heads turned to look behind me. I stood emotionless, unable to move. "What?! I had sex with Troy Bolton!" Called someone across the room, "No, I had sex with Troy Bolton!!" said Beth Peters, a cheerleader. Quite a few more girls argued over who had did have sex with him and I managed to turn, I knew he would be standing there. With tears streaming down my face I looked at the extremely pale Troy and said, "I hope you're happy"