Off Limits

Her House

Rating: T

Troy drove up to the Montez house and his jaw dropped. It was massive to say the least. He was also shocked when he saw about 20 cars. It was a bigger party than he had expected it to be. He parked his car and nervously got out. He knew most of the guys would be from work so he wasn't very nervous about that, he was nervous about having to face Gabriella in the same proximity her father would be in. He walked up to the house and rang the doorbell. A few seconds later Gabriella opened the door. They both froze.

"What are you doing here?" she asked coldly.

"I was invited," he replied in the same tone.

"Whatever," she growled and let him in. Troy walked in and was a little shocked. There were definitely more people then he expected. It wasn't only people from work as well. Their were wives as well as children.

"TROY!" Robert exclaimed as soon as he saw him. Troy smiled and Gabriella rolled her eyes. "I'm glad you made it," he said patting Troy on the back.

"Of course. Thanks for inviting me. Your house is beautiful," he complimented.

"Thank you son. Now come on, I want to introduce you to some people," Robert said.

"Okay," he replied. From then on Troy decided it would be in his best interest to forget about Gabriella. Everything would be a lot easier that way. So far he had been doing a pretty good job of it as well. He was pretty happy, for the way Robert was talking about him, he knew that he was headed in the right direction. As the game was about to start everyone piled in the screening room. Robert pressed a button and a screen came down from the ceiling. Like a movie screen. Troy sat there in shock. This was going to be the best game ever. Robert put it to the right channel and turned up the volume. Then Robert came to sit next to Troy on the couch. Troy couldn't help but notice Gabriella walking in. She sat on the floor, leaning against the coffee table. The ball was tipped off and Game 6 of the Lakers vs. Heat began. Everybody in the room was extremely into the game, constantly screaming at the television. In the 2nd quarter Shaq had a foul called on him and started complaining to the ref.

"Shaq, shut the fuck up. You are untalented and no one likes you," Gabriella said to the TV and everyone laughed. God she is amazing.

"He won the MVP award three times, I would hardly call him untalented," Robert said to his daughter and she turned around to look at him.

"He is only talented because of genetics. If he wasn't big he would suck. He didn't half to work as hard as the rest of the players on the court," Gabriella replied. "And he is a big baby who sits out if his heel hurts."

"Gabriella just because you like Kobe doesn't mean you have to feel that way about Shaq," Robert replied.

"Dad in no way can you like Kobe and Shaq. Liking Kobe and Shaq is like saying you like the Red Sox and the Yankees," Gabriella replied. "Or USC and UCLA. It is just wrong."

"Ok," he laughed as did everyone else. The game ended and to everyone's joy the Lakers had come out on top, so the party continued. Troy and a few other guys were talking in the living room when he saw Gabriella and a guy walk upstairs. He had been introduced to the guy earlier, he was the son of one of Robert's friends. On instinct Troy excused himself to the bathroom, but went upstairs instead. As he reached Gabriella's door he heard the on thing he didn't want to hear. Gabriella crying.

Troy burst through Gabriella's door to find her sobbing and trying to push Jay off of her.

"Get off of her," Troy exclaimed and they turned to him.

"Or what?" Jay spat back.

"Do you really want to know?" Troy said harshly stepping closer to him.

"Yeah, I do," Jay said so they were face to face. Troy grabbed him by the shirt and through him out of the room then turned to a sobbing Gabriella.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, thanks. You can go now," she said through her tears.

"You don't look like you are okay," he replied. "What happened?"

"None of your business now leave," she replied harshly.

"Gabriella he hurt you, and he shouldn't get away with that," Troy replied.

"Fine, if you wont go I will," she replied. She walked towards the doorway but he blocked it.

"Move!" she exclaimed through her tears.

"Not till you tell me what happened," he said blocking the door again.

"Troy! Let me out!" she cried. He blocked the door again. She tried to get through one more time, then her body weakened and she sobbed into his chest. He slowly wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her back.

"What did he do Gabs?" he asked in a caring tone.

"He…he…said he just wanted to talk but then as soon as we got into my room he push me against the wall and kissed me, before trying to take my clothes off," she sobbed. Anger rushed through Troy's vains.

"Shh, it is going to be okay," he said in a comforting tone, rubbing her back. She nodded and wiped away her tears, before looking up at him.

"I am sorry Troy. For everything," she said sincerely.

"No," he said shaking his head. "I was the one being irresponsible. I should have never let you drink."

"Yeah but I shouldn't have been there in the first place," she replied.

"So what should we do?" he asked.

"There is nothing to do except to forget it ever happened," Gabriella replied.

"I know, and for the past two weeks I have been trying to but I just…"

"Can't?" Gabriella asked and he nodded. "Neither can I."

"What does that mean?"

"I have no clue, but I do know that we have to try as hard as we can to do it," she said.

"You are right."

"There is something you should know too," she said seriously.

"What's that?"

"I am leaving."

"What? What do you mean you are leaving?"

"For Syracuse. In two days. I am starting early."

"Oh," he said with sadness in his voice. "So this is goodbye then?" He looked up into her eyes.

"Yeah, this is goodbye," she replied quietly. They stared into each other's eyes before leaning in and capturing each other's lips in a short, chaste kiss. They pulled away embarrassed.

"That shouldn't have happened," Gabriella said.

"I know. I should go," Troy replied.

"Yeah," she nodded. He turned around and began to walk out the door.

"Wait…" she said and he turned around.

"What?" he asked.

"When you called me the most beautiful girl you have ever laid eyes on, did you mean it?" she asked.

"With all my heart," he replied sincerely, before leaving the room. She fell onto the floor, tears welling up in her eyes.

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