A Better Kiss, A Hotter Touch
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but James.
A/N: some hot stuff later on but it's a Troypay hot stuff
Chapter 8
Troy sat in Math class, staring at the board. He had no clue what was being said for the plain fact that he wasn't paying attention. When the bell rang he was the first one out of the classroom. He went straight to the locker room, not even stopping at his locker. He wanted the game to start already so he could get his anger out on the ball before he got it out on someone else.
"Dude did you run here?" his best friend, Chad, asked as him and the rest of the team walked into the locker room.
"No. I just didn't stop at my locker."
"Something must be on your mind. What's up?"
"Nothing." Troy said as he pulled his jersey over his head. "Just a little anger that I need to release." Chad nodded though not really understanding.
"So...you fucked her yet?"
"What? Why would I do that to her?"
"I thought that's what your plan was. Get with Sharpay, do her, then leave her."
"Oh Sharpay."
"Uh yeah. Who else could I be talking about?"
"No one." Troy couldn't believe he forgot none of his friends knew about Gabriella.
"You've been acting weird Troy and I wanna know why."
"I've just been out of it lately I guess." Chad nodded but he didn't believe him.
"If that's your excuse then fine." Troy ran a hand through his hair and sighed.
"Wildcats gather round." came the voice of Troy's father and coach. Troy followed his fellow teammates up to his father. "I want you guys to do the best you can out there. Keep your eyes on the ball. Remember that." Troy was half listening to his father. He still had his mind on Gabriella and the fact that she had rejected him.
"Troy." he snapped out of his thoughts and looked up. Chad stood in front of him with worried eyes. "You okay?"
"Yeah. I was just thinking about something."
"Well you can do that later. Right now we got a game to play." Troy nodded and followed his best friend out of the locker room. Troy's eyes scanned the gym and fell on a certain brown-haired girl that stood out like a sore thumb, well at least to him she did.
'She came to watch me play?' he asked himself then he saw her wave at someone. He followed her gaze and it landed on one of his teammates. 'Damn. I forgot he was on the team.' James had gotten on the team by pure luck as Troy had called it. One of his teammates had moved and they had tryouts for a new teammate, James being the lucky one to get picked. Troy growled and walked to his seat which so happened to be past where James stood. He smirked and as he passed James, he bumped shoulders with him.
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Throughout the game, Troy was determined to not let James get the ball. He passed it to everyone but James.
'You already have something of mine. Why should I let you have anything else?' he thought as he passed the ball off to Chad, which turned out to be a big mistake.
"Troy where is your head?" he heard his father yell before calling a time out. "Troy over here now." Troy walked over to his father, sweat trickling down his face. "What is going on out there?"
"Nothing. I'm passing it aren't I?"
"Some passing you're doing." James said sarcastically and Troy turned to him.
"You got something to say to me Mitchell?" Troy asked and pushed him backwards.
"Maybe if you passed the ball to me we wouldn't be behind by six points." James said and pushed him back.
"Like you could actually do anything."
"I could probably do better than you." Troy had had enough with James and punched him square in the nose.
"Get up." Troy said as Chad held him back.
"Troy." his father yelled but Troy still tried to get passed Chad. James stood up and punched Troy in the face. Troy slipped passed Chad and made a bee line for James' stomach. Before long, the two boys were in a full fledge fist fight. Coach Bolton eventually separated the two and the other guys on the team held them back. "The both of you stop fighting this instant." he yelled and they stopped but neither one took their eyes off of the other. "I don't know what the hell is going on between you two..."
"I wish I knew that too." James said and Coach Bolton looked at him menacingly.
"But you need to stop." he said turning his eyes on his son. "Now the both of you hit the showers. You're out of the game."
"But coach" they both said and he just gave them cold glares. They shut up and walked out of the gym.
"Make sure they don't hurt each other again." he said to a few of the team members. They nodded and followed the two boys into the locker room. Troy didn't need to be held back again. He just ignored James. On his way out of the locker room, Troy pushed James into the nearest wall and smirked.
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The Wildcats had won despite the absence of their team captain and best player. Troy could care less if they won or lost. He knew they were gonna throw an after party afterwards and that's where he sat now. He was sitting on the couch of some kid's house, downing drink after drink. He knew it was spiked, he was the one who spiked it, and that's why he kept drinking it.
Across the room stood James and Gabriella. She was inspecting his wounds to make sure Troy hadn't done any major damage. James laughed and took her hand.
"Gabriella I'm fine. Really."
"I know I just can't believe he did this to you."
"I wish I knew why he did this to me." James said lightly and Gabriella smiled sadly. She knew exactly why Troy did this to James. She couldn't believe he would do it in front of all those people and during a game.
'Maybe he does have feelings for me.' she said then silently scoffed. 'Yeah right. He thinks of me a property and that's it. I mean nothing else to him.'
"Gabriella are you alright?" James asked and she nodded.
"Yeah I was just thinking."
"About...?"
"You of course." she said with a smile and kissed him.
Troy sat there watching them. A low growl was emitted from his throat as he watched them kiss. He wanted to go over there a kiss her passionately and tell her that she was hers no matter what she said. He wanted to tell her how he really felt but he had reasons for keeping that little revelation to himself.
"Hey baby." Sharpay purred into his ear before kissing him on the lips. Troy pretended to be into it but his eyes were still on Gabriella. "What do you say we go upstairs and celebrate the Wildcat win on our own?" she asked as she straddled him.
"Does it matter that I wasn't even there when they won?" he scoffed.
"Of course not. All I want is you so it really doesn't matter to me." she said seductively before biting his earlobe.
'Well I do need to get my mind off of Gabriella.' "Sure why not." he said and her grabbed her ass. He stood up and she wrapped her legs around him. He walked upstairs with her hooked around him and into one of the spare bedrooms.
Gabriella watched as Troy and Sharpay went upstairs. She tried not to accept the sound of her heart breaking inside her chest but she couldn't help it.
'Like I said, I mean nothing to him.' she told herself and turned back to James. "You wanna dance?" he nodded and she led him to the dance floor.
A/N: action begins here
Upstairs, soft moans could be heard from the bedroom Troy and Sharpay decided to occupy. Troy leaned over Sharpay, sweat dripping down his chest. His hair was stuck like glue to his head and his breathing was heavy. His thrusts were slow and agonizing to Sharpay. Her moans were barely heard above the music blaring downstairs. But Troy was hardly listening at all.
He should have been used to this but it was the sheer fact of what he was going to do after they were done that made his stomach churn. It was his flaw, the one thing he had been know for. He would date you, do you, then leave you. But even with his reputation as a playboy, girls still lined up to be called his next 'victim'. The only 'victim' he had gotten attached to was Gabriella despite the fact that they had never done anything pass making out.
Troy snapped out of his thoughts when he felt himself coming. He gripped the sheets beneath them as Sharpay's nails cut across his back.
"Oh Troy." she moaned and he closed his eyes. Before he could come to his full orgasm, he pulled out of her and sighed.
A/N: action stops here
"Why did you do that?"
"I'm not trying to get anyone pregnant." he said and rolled off of her. He sat at the edge of the bed and pulled on his boxers.
"Well then maybe you should try condoms." she said as she crawled up behind him. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her breasts against his back. "That was so much fun. Let's do it again."
"I don't do seconds."
"Well you're gonna have to the next time we're in bed together." he stood up and pulled on his jeans.
"We're over Shar."
"What?"
"Like I said..." he pulled his shirt over his head and looked at her "I don't do seconds. Later." he walked out of the room, leaving Sharpay alone and naked. As walked down the stairs, he could see various couples dancing around the living room. One couple had caught his eye and he felt jealous rise in him. Gabriella and James were in a corner, dancing. She had her back to him, grinding her back against his front. He had his hands on her waist and she was leaned in enough for them to make out as they danced. Troy walked over to them and pulled Gabriella away from James.
"Troy what the hell are you doing?" she asked as he pulled her to the other side of the room.
"What the fuck is that?"
"I was dancing with my boyfriend. You know the one you got into a fight with." she said, crossing her arms. "Which reminds me. Why did you fight him?"
"Because he took you from me and now he's trying to take basketball away from me."
"Troy wake up. I was never yours to begin with."
"You know that's not true."
"Oh but I do. I mean you had all those other girls that you dated so what made me yours."
"Gabriella..."
"Just stop Troy. Why can't you move on? I have. You have so many pretty girls to choose from. Why bother with little ol' me?"
"Ella..."
"Gabriella is he bothering you?" he asked, hiding the jealousy that rose within him when he heard Troy call Gabriella, 'Ella'.
"No he's not bothering me. He was actually just leaving." Troy looked at Gabriella, who had a frown on her face.
"Yeah I was. I'll see you guys at school." he said and left the party. He climbed into his car and took a deep breath. 'There has to be another way to get her back.' he thought before starting up his car and heading home.
