G Force

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AN: I had a really great time writing this chapter. I hope yall enjoy it. It gives you a glimpse into their past again...

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Chapter 9

Gabriella slammed the quarter onto the hard wood table with expertise and watched as it popped back up slowly finally coming to land in the slender shot glass filled with vodka. A wide smirk curled her lips as she eyed the person in front of her, "Ha, down it baby"

The curly blonde hair boy shook his hazy head, "Fuck. When are you going to miss one?" he asked in awe as he picked up the shot glass and downed it with a twisted face.

Gabriella's smirk widened as she poured herself a shot to the brim and threw her head back taking the mind altering liquid into her system seconds later, "feel better?"

The guy laughed, "You're about 10 behind me babe"

Gabriella laughed as she leaned over the table, "I warned you that you couldn't take me" she said with a seductive gleam.

The guy let out a low groan of anticipation at the loaded words she had spoken, "One more tim…" he began and then something caught his attention over Gabriella's shoulder.

"Watkins, we've been looking for. What the hell are you doing man?"

He cleared his throat, "Getting shit faced dude. We're playing quarters. You want in?" he asked enthusiastically.

Troy scoffed as he looked to the tall tan guy next to him and then back at Watkins, "please man. That game is pussy shit. It's a chick game …which is probably why you look like you're about to fall over and this chick is still standing" he said with a cocky gleam in his eye and a self assured smirk plastered to his face.

Gabriella rolled her eyes at this new voice's words. It was such a prick thing to say and never one to bite her tongue she slowly turned around to the new voice. She leaned against the table and crossed her arms. She ran her tongue along her bottom lip as her eyes met the piercing blue ones of the boy who seemed to think his word was golden. She was going to make him eat it. On first view she noted that he was quite attractive. Well, beyond attractive, gorgeous actually. She inwardly rolled her eyes at the realization that he obviously used that to his advantage. The brigade of girls that gawked and hung around him made that point very valid. His cocky stance told her all she needed to know and give her the fuel to act how she instinctively planned.

A playful grin curled her lightly glossed lips as her assured eyes penetrated his, "you think my game is pussy shit do you?"

Troy's grin widened. He hadn't expected for Watkins competitor to be so fine, not mention someone he had never laid eyes on before. He felt chills run down his spine at her gestures. Confidence radiated off her, not to mention there was something about a girl not being afraid to say "pussy" that was so sexy to him. He mirrored her tongue gesture as his eyes traveled her long dark curls to her plaid long sleeve button down shirt that she had tied just above her naval exposing her tan toned stomach. Her jeans hugged her slim hips and her long slender legs. His eyes finally rested on her tan "fuck me" hills and he felt his dick began to pulsate as his eyes travel back up her form.

Gabriella shifted to her other foot as she flicked her curls off her shoulder, "I can turn around if you want... I mean, that is if you're done checking out the front. I wouldn't want to stop your ogling before you were completely done," her eyebrows rose as her smirked turned almost fake, "that would be rude, right?"

The people that now surrounded them had faces of shock and awe. Apparently speaking to Troy in this manner didn't happen often.

Troy's eyes narrowed a bit, but the cocky smirk never left his face, "how do I not know you?"

Watkins cleared his throat, "Um, Gabriella's new Troy. She just moved here, like a week or something ago"

Gabriella rolled her eyes, "it's been three"

"You go to McAllister Private?" Troy asked, his eyes never leaving hers.

Gabriella nodded, "yep"

Troy shook his head, "how have I never seen you?"

Gabriella let out a bored sigh, "well… I think that the few times I saw you sweetheart, you had your tongue down some chicks throat and your hand up her skirt. You're obviously very busy servicing the likes of girls like that, hence us never meeting till now and now that you have had the pleasure, I think I'll leave you to pick less of a "pussy" game for you and your comrades to play." She stated, her voice laced with confidence as a satisfied smile pulled at her lips.

Troy would be lying if he hadn't been surprised by her blunt and cocky attitude, but he would also be lying if he said he hadn't been turned on by it. Despite that, he had to level the playing field. He couldn't let some girl one up him.

The crowd that had formed was perplexed. Most the girls around there didn't have the verbiage or the gall to speak that way, so now that one had and did they were beyond words. All their eyes were on the unveiling between the "school God" and the "new chick"

Gabriella looked around at all the people that had gathered and rolled her eyes. She turned to one of the friends she had made since arriving in Florida, "Bonnie, let's go dance. 'I'm growing rather tired of this scene since my game has been deemed unworthy by Mr. Troy here" she said, her eyes never leaving the piercing blue ones.

The curvy blonde moved to stand next to Gabriella and hooked arms with her. They gave Troy a smile and began towards the area deemed for dancing.

She was a bitch. Troy had decided that. She was a cocky, sexy, smart bitch and he found that more alluring than anything he had ever seen or wanted in his life. As she grazed past him his hand reflexively moved to wrap around her forearm, halting her.

Gabriella stopped abruptly and turn to glare at him, "would you mind?" she asked trying to remove herself from his grip.

Troy moved closer to her and his smile widen, "hey, look we obviously got off on the wrong foot. Let's start over. I'm Troy Bolton. Why don't you stay and participate in the new activity I have in mind"

Gabriella studied his face for a minute. He was a cocky bastard who more than loved himself, but he had a pull about him, something that was rather intriguing. She tilted her head to the side, "and what might that be?"

Troy's grin widened, "I was thinking we could do… body shots. There is definitely nothing "pussy" about that, right?" he whispered in her ear.

Gabriella fought the tingles that exuded from the spot his warm breath touched. She cleared her throat, "nope there sure isn't" she whispered back as her eyes bore into his.

Troy pulled back, "to show there are no hard feelings, we can be partners."

A slew of shrill groans filled the air. Gabriella laughed, "you're on Bolton," she said as she moved to sit on the table, "but you should know that this isn't my first rodeo, hope you can handle it."

Everyone watched in awe. It was as if their favorite primetime teen drama was playing out in front of them and their eyes were glued with fascination. The girls shot daggers and the guys stared in envy.

Troy grabbed the tequila bottle, salt and lime and then went to stand between Gabriella's parted legs. He looked into her dark enticing eyes as he unscrewed the top, "I can handle it baby, I just hope you can" he said aloud and then moved to whisper in her ear, "I've been known to make girls cum their panties when I do this, so hold on"

Gabriella felt her eyes widen and her body tense as her nerve endings began to heighten, but she quickly recovered. She placed her hands on his chest and did her best to ignore the jolt as she pushed him away. She let out a low laugh, "don't hold your breath sweetheart"

Troy turned around and finally saw the large crowd that had gathered. He grinned and turned back to Gabriella.

"Well get to it Bolton your audience awaits," she said as she tossed her curls over her shoulder giving view to the tan skin of her neck. She unbutton the next button of her shirt and pulled the sleeve of her shirt down a bit to give better access, "let's see if you're all talk?" she said just so he could hear.

Troy let out a low groan as she sprinkled the salt on her neck and shoulder, "I always follow through" he said in a husky voice.

Gabriella placed the shot glass in between her breast, "that has yet to be determined" she responded never letting her gaze leave his and then placed the lime in her mouth.

Troy took that as his cue and moved his hands to capture her waist. He gave her a teasing grin to which her eyes mirrored. He brought his mouth to the swell of her neck and swept his long warm wet tongue along the trail of salt, letting out a low groan as he did so.

Gabriella closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side at the moment of contact. She fought the moan building in the back of her throat as his teeth raked against her sweet spot.

Troy felt his pants tightened around his dick as he let his mouth travel to her breast to retrieve the shot. He nuzzled his face in her chest pretending to have a hard time grasping the glass, wanting to savor the magnetism of her sweet scent and the visual of her luscious mounds. His warm lips grazed the budding cleavage as he brought his lips around the brim of the glass. He threw his head back and let the liquid travel down his throat. His head whip back to face her. He let the glass fall from his mouth crashing to the ceramic floor and shattering. His hungry intense sapphire eyes penetrated hers as he brought his mouth to capture hers and suck the lime from her awaiting mouth. His tongue grazed hers, sending shocks through his system.

Gabriella had never experienced a body shot quite like this one. There was nothing new in the idea of the form. The technique and the goal all the same, but the chills and warmth were a new elicited sensation. She had never urged for more with a guy. Usually she just did, went with it and followed the motions, but now there was an urge for something. Something he seemed to give off. She mentally kicked herself. Cocky bastards like this turned her insides. How the hell was one making her want to groan in pleasure? Feeling the need to stop before her body took control she pushed him away.

Troy stared at her with a satisfied grin. He had gotten to her. He knew it. The look in her eyes told him that. He took the lime from his mouth and tossed it on the table. He wanted another. He wanted more of her, shot involved or not, "Round two?" he asked.

Gabriella sucked the sticky substance from her lips, "maybe I'll give you a rain check"

Troy ran his hands up her thighs, "oh you will baby" he whispered and kissed her hard on the lips and then turned and walked away. The crowed parted with mouths open and wide eyes.

Gabriella tucked a few stray curls behind her ear as she watched him leave. The tingles still traceable in her system as a low growl escaped her mouth. Her eyes still focused on where he had just treaded. She shook her head, "cocky bastard."


Gabriella laid in bed staring at the ceiling as she played with the ends of her hair. So much had changed. Her mother had gotten sick again and eventually lost her battle with Cancer. The love of her life had left her for something she hated. The man who promised to always have her best interest at heart had once again failed to follow through, but one thing remained the same. Her feelings for Troy, despite her best efforts to make that not the case. She spent the past years pushing it dormant and telling herself that she hated him, but the very sight and presence of him screamed how false that actually was.

She sighed and threw the covers off of her. Sleep wasn't going to find her anytime soon. She walked out onto her balcony and curled up in one of the lounge chairs and stared out at the stars. Troy frustrated her like no one ever had. He challenged her on everything and made her second guess. He kept her on her toes and always left her curious and the thought of needing more. The first night they met at the house party, that had been made clear. He had left her frustrated. Frustrated because he had leveled the playing field and that wasn't something she was use to. She always came out on top, never even.

That night was the night that started it all. Her life was never the same and she was pretty sure he felt the same way. A side they never knew existed in themselves became present and for their eyes only. It was crazy. They were in love, so in love. Then he left, despite her protest. He kept telling her that it was for the best. It was for them. She hadn't understood that, still didn't. How could he succumb to something she expressed extreme resentment for and it be for "them"?

Gabriella stood from the chair and leaned against the balcony and continued to stare out at the night. The memory of his words tonight flooded her mind; the memory of her father's actions flooded her mind. Her father's actions had stung, but upon further thought were nothing shocking or out of character, as fucked up as that sounded. That memory was being overpowered now by Troy being present in his office. Why was he there? He and her father had been close once upon a time, but that was years ago. Years that felt like a lifetime. A painful lifetime. Why was he there late at night? Then his pleads for her to listen to reasoning continued to plague her. It was all connected, but she couldn't put it together. Did she want to? That was still to be determined, but she knew what side she was leaning to and hoped that it was the one that would lead her to peace and longing happiness.