Exotic Love
Disclaimer: Everything I write is highly fictional and I do not own High School Musical. I only own the plot and other additional characters.
A/N - You guys know I love you, right? 65 reviews in 6 chapters! You guys are so amazing. Reviews are what keep me motivated. School and life is a bitch right now. I'm sorry if I'm late, but I'm trying as hard as I can. Enjoy this chapter! It's really important to Troy and Gabriella's "relationship".
Chapter Seven
Confused Love
After cleaning up the mess from the party, Gabriella practically threw her siblings out before calling into work sick, Troy doing the same. After their conversation yesterday, they decided to go shopping.
Gabriella combed her fingers through her dark hair and smiled at her reflection. With Troy's help, she picked out a shirtless black vest that showed quite a bit of skin. Her shorts were short and fitted her perfectly. Then, she pulled on some black flat boots and was ready to go. Troy had driven home to receive some clothes and came back dressed handsomely in a white button down, with a few buttons undone, and some dark jeans and sneakers. Gabriella loved his casual looks. He just looked so...casual, if that even made any sense.
They drove to Wal-Mart, the closet store, while Gabriella blasted 93.3, the pop music radio station. LMFAO's Sexy and I Know It was playing and Gabriella had kicked her feet up, squirming and singing loudly with the music. Troy couldn't help but stare at her scarcely covered thighs and stomach, shimmering with her belly button ring. It was cute, and Troy seemed to not have noticed it before. Maybe she'd taken it off.
"Hey, where did the ring come from?" Troy asked. Gabriella stopped briefly to look down at her belly button ring. She smirked and switched her eyes to Troy. "I put it on this morning. I take it off sometimes and then forget to put it back on. Does it look alright?" Gabriella splayed her hands out on her stomach, rubbing softly and Troy swallowed tightly.
"Yeah. It look fucking fantastic." Gabriella's smirk deepened and she started to flow into the music again. Troy pulled into a parking spot and they jumped out of the car. The air was warm, though not warm enough to draw sweat. There was a nice drift that made Gabriella shiver and so Troy draped his arm over her shoulder, pulling her closer.
Gabriella got a cart and Troy smirked slyly. He pulled them to a secluded part of the store, all the way in the back and Gabriella glanced at him wearily. "What are you doing?"
"Here, hold in," Troy instructed, motioning to the cart. Gabriella obliged and looked at him weirdly as he climbed a bit awkwardly in the cart. "Now push."
"Push?"
"Push," Troy confirmed. "It's this fancy thing where you use your mussels - "
"Troy, don't get slapped," Gabriella warned, making him smirk. "And this is incredibly stupid." Gabriella pushed the cart as best as she could, but Troy's weight was a bit heavy against her weak arms. They strolled down the aisles until Troy grabbed hold of a shelf, stopping them. "You, Montez, are weaker than my sisters six years old daughter." Gabriella pouted at the insult as Troy climbed out of the cart. He placed his arm behind Gabriella's knees, then on her back before lifting her up and making her squeal. 'Shh," he warned. "Don't want to get in trouble, do we?"
"Troy, no," Gabriella pleaded as he placed her in the cart. Troy's eyes gleamed with serious mischief. "It'll be fun." Gabriella bit back a scream as Troy started darting down the aisles, customers whizzing past them in unclear blurs. She gripped the sides of the cart, her palms hurting, as Troy's pace quickened. "Troy, stop!" she ordered, squeezing her eyes shut. Troy only laughed and ran faster. Customers watched them with wide eyes as they passed. Older ones shook their head, disapproving and a young boy asked his mom if he could do it too. The wheels were squeaking beneath the cart, jingling a bit and Gabriella was terrified that it might collapse. She opened her eyes, although she wished she hadn't.
Troy was running her towards a pyramid of cans. He tried to stop, but only made himself fall backwards on his ass and Gabriella crash into the large stack of beans. She screamed as the cans collapsed on her, dropping into the cart. Troy laughed and stood. He dumped the cans out and brushed his hands down Gabriella's arms. "You alright?"
"I hate you," she grumbled unhappily.
"Hey! You two!" Gabriella and Troy looked up in alarm at the booming voice. Gabriella squeaked fearfully and tried to lift herself up, but was unsuccessful in doing so. "Troy, I need help, I can't get out." Troy reached forward to yank her out, but he couldn't. Her shorts were stuck on something. Troy looked back at the angry man speeding towards him and he smirked. "I'm sure we'll get in trouble for this later, but come on. Hold on, alright?" Gabriella's eyes widened as Troy started running again, this time towards an exit.
"Hey, that's property!" the man barked, running after them. Troy laughed and Gabriella closed her eyes fearfully at his speed. They broke out of the store and into the parking lot. Troy ran awhile, making sure the man was for sure not coming after them before slowing down on the sidewalk. Bystanders glanced at the curiously and Troy smiled. "See? That was easy."
"What the fuck, Troy?" Gabriella spit out. "We could get in trouble."
"They'll clean it up," Troy said, waving his hand dismissively.
Gabriella glared at him. "Just help me up, you retard. My shorts are stuck."
"Maybe you'll have to take them off," Troy said, wiggling his eyebrows. Gabriella narrowed her eyes. "Fuck no!" A woman holding a little girl's hand walked by and shot them a disapproving look. Gabriella looked at her apologetically and muttered a 'sorry'. She turned back at Troy and sighed. "We need scissors," he acknowledged after examining the thread.
"Pull on it harder," Gabriella told him. "See if that'll work."
And it did. Troy pulled Gabriella from the cart and he pushed it into the parking lot. He didn't mean to, but it hit a car, making the alarm go off. Gabriella and Troy looked at each other with wide eyes, then the dent, then a very angry man stalking towards them with a few Wal-Mart bags. "Hey!"
"Alright, now we run," Gabriella said. They dodged the man, running towards the car. Since the man was obviously about the same weight of them together, he couldn't keep up. They jumped in the car and sped out their spot, soon laughing their heads off. "That was funny," Gabriella giggled. God, he ran for a minute before wheezing. He doesn't have asthma, does he?"
"No, he's just fat," Troy said, smirking at the man who was leaning against a pole, flustered. Gabriella sent him a disapproving look as Troy leaned out the window. "Ah, sorry about your car, man. It's not that bad. Just look for me under Sharpay Evans." Troy rolled the window up and sped off, earning multiple curse words from the man and the bird.
"That was mean!" Gabriella said. "We should turn back around and apologize. And help clean those cans up."
"Brie, they have it," Troy said. "Stop worrying so much, will you?"
"Stop being an arrogant ass."
"Oh, so I'm an ass now? I didn't see you scowling at me back in the lot. You were laughing, too. So, I guess your a bitch."
"I'm not a bitch! You're an ass."
"Megan tells me otherwise."
"Megan?"
"Yeah. The girl I fuck besides you."
Gabriella narrowed her eyes. For one, she knew he was lying. He spent most of his time with her. Secondly, he was totally an ass after saying that. "You are an ass. You and your little pin dick are always with me, so there's no way you could be fucking some other girl."
"I have a pin dick?" You're not complaining when I'm fucking you."
Gabriella winced. "Stop saying fuck."
"Why? That's what we do. That's all we do."
Although Gabriella knew that, it still hurt. She sat back, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared out the window. She didn't want to just fuck. She wanted more with Troy. So much more. She tried to keep the tears in, but was unsuccessful. So when Troy stopped at a light, Gabriella pushed the car door open and stormed out. Troy's eyes widened as he watched her slam the door shut, effectively shaking the car and walking off. Had he made her that mad? He sure as hell didn't mean to.
Troy parked the car and climbed out. He ran after her retreating figure, grabbing her arm and pulling her back. "What are you doing?" She flicked her head to the side, refusing to meet his eyes. Confusion messed with his emotions. "Gabriella?"
"Just...save it, alright? I'm sorry for storming out."
"I'm sorry for saying that stuff," Troy said. "I didn't mean it."
Gabriella looked at the ground dejectedly. "Of course you did. But it's fine. Let's just go." She didn't let him say anything else. So, Troy followed after her and they silently rode back to her apartment.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" she asked at her door. Troy was shocked. Any other occasion and she'd be yanking him in, jumping him already. But she was doing the exact opposite. She was throwing him out and telling him to leave. He felt a tight pinch, but it disappeared the next second. "Uh...yeah." He cleared his throat. "Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow." He stared at her for a few more seconds before turning and leaving. Gabriella closed the door behind him and leaned her head against it. She closed her eyes and tried to keep from crying, but it was hard. She'd known this guy for a week, and she was already crying. Life was so messed up. So, so messed up.
Gabriella came back to work, saying that she felt all better, but Troy stayed home. His friends, Chad Danforth, his girlfriend Taylor McKessie and Austin Keller, came over. After telling them what happened Taylor smacked him in the back of the head. "You are a fucking moron! If you didn't see what she was signaling..." Taylor shook her head. "God, you boys are most certainly ignorant."
"I still don't get it," Troy groaned. "Why was she mad? What did I do? I called her a bitch, I said I was sorry. I said we fucked because we do. I made up a fake fuck buddy. What the fuck did I do wrong?"
"She likes you, dude," Austin informed him , leaning back in the couch. "And you totally just silently said you didn't like her back." He looked at Taylor and smirked. "I'm not ignorant."
"I..." Troy honestly didn't know what to say. It was true. He didn't like, like her back. He wasn't relationship material. He'd just usually hump then dump. It was his motto. Of course, he already broke it by staying with Gabriella.
Gabriella.
He didn't want to hurt her. She probably did have feelings for him. And he didn't have feelings for her. She was fun to be around, he cared for her...but fucking was what he did.
"Well?" Taylor pushed.
"Well, what?" Troy asked. "She's my friend. I...I don't like her like that. I fuck. I don't have sex or make love. I fuck."
"Loud and clear, buddy," Chad said. "I knew this was a horrible idea."
"She'll get her heart crushed," Taylor said. "You guys should talk."
"No way. I'm not good with talking either."
"You're not good with anything, are you?" Austin asked, smirking.
"How about I talk to her?" Taylor asked. "Plus, I could make a new friend."
"How about I let you meet her, but you don't talk to her about this topic."
"Why?"
"Because I said so."
Taylor rolled her eyes. "Whatever." Troy grabbed his phone out of his pocket as it started to vibrate. He looked shocked to find that Gabriella had texted him. The words were full and powerful, having a lusting effect on him. He swallowed as he read each words carefully.
Sex soothes pain, so I need u. U don't have a pin dick. In fact, ur big, hot cock is amazing pushing into my... :) Am I tight enough? ;) C u soon...
The text had his pants tightening with strain. God, she never seized to amaze him. Troy jammed his phone into his pocket and shot up from his seat. He pulled his jacket on and started out the door. "I will see you guys later. I have business to take care of." His friends watched after him confused as Troy barged out of his apartment. It took him only ten minutes to get to her apartment. He ran up the elevators, impatient before knocking on her door. Her voice, sexy as ever, told him to come in and Troy obliged without complaint.
The room was dark. Well, dim. It had a nice glow to it, a soothing glow. Troy shrugged his jacket off and smiled. "Brie?"
"In here." He heard some rustling around and Troy followed the noise into he room She was facing her dresser, cupping her breast in her hands through the thin, lacey material of her teddy. A smirk pulled at her pink, full lips and Troy almost passed out. God, was she sexy. "Are my boobs big enough for you? Or is Megan's boobs bigger?"
"Megan?" Troy breathed roughly. Gabriella grinned and nodded. "Your other fuck buddy."
"She's fake," Troy said. "And your boobs are perfect." He strode up behind her, peeling her hands off of her breast and replacing them with his own. Gabriella hummed softly in pleasure and threw her head back against his chest. "Don't lie."
"I don't," Troy informed her, gliding his fingers over her erect nipples. Gabriella smirked and closed her eyes blissfully. "I love it when you touch me."
"I can do more."
"Well." Gabriella opened her eyes and met his in the mirror. "Then do it." Troy did. He dropped kisses along her neck and Gabriella tilted her head to the side. "Right here," he murmured erotically against her skin. His tongue trailed softly over the sweet, salty taste of it and Gabriella sighed gently. She swallowed when Troy's fingers moved down to her stomach, rubbing soothing circles. "Here." His breath was cold and hot against her ear, the feeling of bliss and fire. He nibbled slightly at the lobe and Gabriella closed her eyes again. His hands moved lower and those long, teasing fingers brushed joyfully over her center. "Here, definitely. When I push my big, hot cock into you it's amazing..." He smirked. "You said so yourself."
"It's true," Gabriella whispered throatily. "I love it when you do that."
"Lean over," Troy instructed. Gabriella smirked and did so. She braced her hands against the dresser, leaning over a bit and exposing her back. Troy groaned and quickly shedded his clothes off. "Fast?"
"Yes," she moaned. His length brushed teasingly over her center and she groaned. "No teasing. Just go, okay?"
So, Troy did.
He pushed nto her forecfully, making her arms buckle and a moan to breeze past her lips. She stood up a bit more and grabbed her brest, flicking her nipple while Troy pounded furiously into her. His pace was incredible, almost unhuman. The dresser was shaking and moaning with each increasing thrust he pushed into her body. Gabriella squeezed her eyes hut tighter, stars filling her eyes. The room was filled with their exotic moans, mingling pants and groans. Troy covered her hand with his, brushing ehr fingers away and doing his own thing with her.
"Troy...Troy," Gabriella moaned, bowing her head and biting her lip. "Oh...Oh, God...oh, fuck." Absen-mindedly, she flexed her vaginal muscles around him. Troy groaned, the feeling pure bliss and he pushed even harder into her. "You're so..." Troy grunted and reached his other hand to her core, rubbing furiously at the sensitive bud. "You're so fucking tight. You're amazing." Gabriella moaned at the sensation of his thumb on her clit. She rocked her hips with his, her moans rising in pitch. She was sure she was beating Suzy...
"I'm..." Gabriella gasped, curling forward as tingles and mini shocks rippled through her. "I'm c-cumming."
"Hold up, Brie," Troy panted. He wanted to come with her. He pulled out of her and turned her around and onto the dresser, then penetrating deeply into her again almost instantly. Gabriella moaned, throwing her head forward to catch his lips in a steamy kiss. She rolled her hips upwards and drew her leg up. It made her teddy ride up, plus it caused deeper penetration and the result was phenomenal. "Fuck... oh, fuck," she swore, tucking her head in the crook of his neck. They were climbing desperately for that release, for that amazing peak that sent them into deeing stars. One more thrust and that's where they were, Gabriella convulsing and screaming wantonly in Troy's strong hold and Troy shuddering as he continued to slowly roll into her.
Once he was completely soft, he pulled out. He lifted Gabriella into his arms and walked over to the bed, setting her on it before rolling in himself. They snuggled together. If they were any closer, they'd be entwined down south. "That was amazing," Gabriella whispered.
"Yeah," Troy agreed. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah."
"No. From earlier."
"Oh." Gabriella sighed. "I was being stupid. Can we just...lay here?"
"Of course."
So, they did lay there, talking occasionally, but mostly in silence. It was nice...
Until the doorbell rung.
Gabriella groaned. She rolled up and pulled her silk rone over the teddy. Troy pulled his boxers on, and stopped briefly, his eyes widening in realization.
They didn't use a condom.
He hoped to God that she was on birth control.
He finished pulling on his clothes and followed after her. She was stood at the door, her mouth wide open and her eyes big as she stared at the man in front of her. Troy looked at him. He was a bulky, green eyes and blond hair guy. He was about to ask Gabriella who it was, but she breathed the name before he could.
"Micheal."
I'm evil, aren't I? Yeah, I thought so. I know I'm more of a "Whatever will be will be" kind of girl, but I planned Micheal coming in. He's going to stir some trouble, along with another younge fellow I mentioned...can you guess? I'm sure you can. (: Sorry for any mistakes, but I got homework to attend to. I hate homework over the weekend. Anyway, hope you enoyed. (:
Thanks!-Brittany
