Disclaimer; I don't own High School Musical. Sad, yeah, but what can you do about it…?
Forbidden Beauty
Chapter 9.
Troy looked at the phone, trying to resist the urge he got inside. He didn't want to call her. No, he didn't… but he did. He goddamn wanted to pick up his phone, hit her speed dial, and interrupt whatever she was doing with Zeke!
It was so wrong. He had no rights to feel this way. Sharpay wasn't his girlfriend, she wasn't even his friend. She wasn't his anything. But she was a lot to Zeke, and apparently Zeke was a lot to her, because she'd blown him off, and pushed him out of her house, to go see him. To go comfort him.
Why would she do that for him? Why would she go there and do… whatever the hell comfort meant!? To make him feel better? Nah, scratch that, she was Sharpay, she didn't care about anyone. She didn't care to make Zeke feel better, she just… She just wanted to screw him, that was why!
Troy grabbed his cell phone, threw cautions through the wind, and didn't care that what he was about to do, would be morally wrong. He dialled Sharpay's number, which he (to his own dismay) had learned by heart. He placed the phone against his ear, and waited for her to pick up. He knew he would most likely be interrupting something…
"Yes?"
Her voice was hard and stiff. She sounded annoyed, and he could hear heavy breathing coming from the other end too, but that was probably just Zeke. Just Zeke.
"What do you want?" she asked, sighing hard, "I'm kinda busy!"
"Oh…" Troy said, sounding surprised, "Am I interrupting something?"
"Yes," she repeated, her voice stern again, "What do you want, make it quick?"
Troy starred into spare, he just realized that he had no idea what to tell her. He knew why he'd called, but he couldn't tell her that. He couldn't just say ´Hey, I called you because I wanted to stop you from doing whatever you're doing with one of my best buds. Just, because I recently realized that I must have a huge crush on you. Could you come over here and do it with me instead?´.
Nah, that wouldn't exactly work.
"Troy!?" she snapped, "I'm waiting here!"
"…Sharpay!" Zeke mumbled in the background, "Are you done yet? I'm kinda on a limp here!"
"Coming!" Sharpay replied, "Troy, I've got to go, call me later or something, okay?"
"But, Sharpay, I-"
She cut him off.
Troy just sat there, staring at the phone in his hand. Goddamnit!
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Troy entered the school the next day, determined to stay away from Zeke. If he had to look him in the eyes, he would go fucking crazy. His face would get red, and he would start hyperventilating, anything – if he just didn't have to talk to him about the unbelievable embarrassing phone call he'd made yesterday, interrupting Zeke and Sharpay's little… thing.
How he would be able to talk to Sharpay later, was still beyond him too. But he knew he had to, because she'd send him a text message this morning, telling him to come to her house as soon as school was out. Or something.
He went down the hall, consumed in his own thoughts, when he crashed right into the person he'd tried so hard to stay away from.
"Hey man!" Zeke smiled, hitting him playfully on the arm, "Why…? What was up with you yesterday, why did you need Sharpay?"
Troy bit his lip, "Sorry for interrupting, dude, I honestly thought you'd be finished by then… I – I just needed to know some stuff about our history project, but when she couldn't talk I forgot all about it."
"Yeah well," Zeke said, "Too bad. She was busy comforting me, if you know what I mean?" he suggestively wriggled an eyebrow and grinned dumbly at Troy, "She's really good a that stuff."
"Yeah, I bet she is…" Troy said, leaving out the part where he'd actually had it done by her himself, "Well… I'll catch you later? During math or something?"
"Sure," Zeke nodded and continued down the hall.
Troy went in the opposite direction, right past a flier for the Talent Show. He lamely stopped to take a look at it, wondering what Mrs. Darbus was up to now. He read the short message on the bottom, which said that you could sign up if you had some kind of talent you wanted show, it didn't have to be a song or a dance. If you could juggle, that would be accepted too.
"Signing up for that, Bolton?" Sharpay snapped behind him. As he turned around to look at her, she continued; "What are you gonna do? Show your talent of extremely bad timing during awfully awkward phone calls?"
Troy chuckled, "Yeah, and you're gonna take a rounder and give every guy in the hall a blow-job, or what?"
Sharpay rolled her eyes, "Sure, it's not like I haven't been there before." She stepped pass him, ignoring his shocked expression. She grabbed a pen from her purse and wrote her name under the long list. Then she made an X in the box which said ´singing´. She turned around again, to come face to face with a still shocked Troy; "Relax Bolton, I was kidding!… partly."
He ripped the pen out of her hand and signed his name right beneath hers, ignoring her sounds of protest, telling him that the audience would be happier if they didn't have to listen to his bad singing. He turned around to shut her up; "So, what are you signing?"
"I don't know yet," Sharpay replied, demanding her pen back from Troy, which she got, "I'll figure something out. You, Bolton?"
"I don't know either," Troy replied, "I'll figure something out."
She shot him a hateful look and sped up, approaching her locker to find her books. Troy just went straight to homeroom, soon finding himself in a boring conversation with Chad.
The worst class of the day was math, which they had later on. The class room was little, their teacher was clumsy and their books smelled like rotten eggs. The only good thing about the class was that Sharpay was sitting a few desks away from him, just in his sight.
He was able to study her real good during that class. He watched as her hair fell softly down the side of her face, and how her skirt had fallen a little higher when she crossed her legs and leaned back. That revealed a nice view of her tanned long legs. He watched as her foot was bouncing up and down, making an annoying tap-tap noise because of the three inch high hells.
Their teacher, Mr. Spencer, was going on and on about equations, and half of the class was asleep.
Just then Sharpay turned around, having felt his eyes on her. She shot him a small smile, and then turned back to her desk, quickly scribbling something on a piece of paper. She crumbled it between her fingers and turned around to throw it to him. It landed on his desk, while most of the class went ´Oooh´ by the sight of the note-passing.
Troy ignored them, and opened the note, quickly reading what she'd written him:
Hey Troy, what are you thinking about? Last Friday (hint, hint) - Your secret lover ;)He grabbed a pen and wrote a message beneath hers;
Well of course, it was a nice evening ;p You?He threw her the paper and watched as she unfolded it. She had a smile on her face, while she wrote him a reply. He could tell she was messing with him. She turned around and threw the ball of crumbled paper at him again. It landed neatly on his desk, in front of him.
He opened it, and read her message;
Uuh, you want to make a repeat of that? I could always use some practise in that area.
Troy grinned and quickly wrote her back;
Practise? I thought you did pretty damn good, or… should I ask Zeke about that? If you give me a few more names, I can make a statistics of it. Who thinks you're good, and who thinks you're bad?
He threw the ball at her, and watched her again. Even the little details, as her, tugging her hair behind her ear, was taken to notice. He saw everything she did, and it was quite scary. She bit her thumb for awhile, but then her eyes shined, and she rapidly scribbled a message back to him. When she was done, it didn't take long for the piece of paper, to sit on his desk.
He read her message once again;
I don't have to give you names. Just ask your team, I've been around most of them. You could appropriately start with your best friend, with the unbelievable bad afro. He'll know some stuff… though, it is quite some time since we were together, so I have gotten a lot better!
Had she been with Chad!? Now, there was one thing he didn't believe! Chad hated her more than anything, and he never hid it. No, it couldn't be true. Sharpay and Chad just didn't mix together. If they were ten feet near each other, they would start a catfight.
Troy shook his head, and was about to reply, when Mr. Spencer placed his big, hairy hand on top of the piece of paper. Troy looked up, a gulp in his throat.
"What do we have here?" Mr. Spencer asked, "Are you passing notes, Mr. Bolton? Now, we can't have that, can we? You know, you have to pay attention during class! Let me read this!"
Troy watched, a horrid look in his eyes, as Mr. Spencer took the piece of paper and let his eyes wander over it. Sharpay was giggling like mad behind their teacher's back. After all, she wouldn't get in trouble, she hadn't written her name on the paper.
"Oh, this is interesting," Mr. Spencer said, and Troy knew what was happening.
He was earning himself detention.
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When he finally parked his car in Sharpay's driveway, she had already been home for two hours. Mr. Spencer's detentions were always long and drawn-out. He got out of the car, hoping that Sharpay wouldn't expect too much of him today. Maybe they could just… chill and talk?
Nah, that was not an option when it was Sharpay he was spending time with. Even if they would be lying on her bed or something, she'd make sure they were doing something too. But of course, if what they did was anything like last Friday, then it was okay with him.
He knocked on the front door, and was let in by Mrs. Jenkins. He shot her a huge smile and kicked off his shoes, to go find Sharpay in her room. He softly knocked on her room door, but she didn't say anything, so he peeked inside. The room was empty. He could hear music coming from the bathroom though, so he made his way over there.
"Sharpay?"
"Troy, is that you?"
"Yeah, can I come in?" he asked, placing a hand on the knob.
"Of course, silly!" Sharpay replied.
"Are you wearing clothes?" Troy asked, determined not to make the same ´mistake´ as last time.
"Just get your butt in here Bolton!"
Troy quickly opened the door, and slipped inside, scared of her once again. The room was really hot, but he found Sharpay in her Jacuzzi, taking a sip of a glass next to her. Soft music was coming from the radio. She was covered in bubbles. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun, and for once she wasn't wearing make-up.
"Hi Troy!" she smiled, giggling a little, "How did detention go?"
"Uhm…" Troy trailed off, his eyes wandering to the water, trying to see through the bubbles, but he wasn't really succeeding, "It was… it was okay. Boring though."
"Well then…" Sharpay said, "Are you just gonna stand there and try to see through the bubbles, or are you gonna jump in yourself?"
"You want me to get in?" Troy asked, and was shocked, that it didn't even surprise him. Of course she wanted him to get in. She was Sharpay after all.
"Well…" she said, placing her glass on the table next to her, "I did bring a glass for you too, and I'm certainly not getting up soon, so if you don't want to just sit there and glare, then I suggest you strip down and get comfy. After all, there aren't really anything I haven't seen yet."
Troy sighed, "No." Then he pulled his sweatshirt over his head and left it on the floor. Sharpay's clothes were lying on the toilet, because she didn't want it to get wet, but he didn't really care. He slipped out of his jeans and soon all of his clothes were gone. He felt naked, standing there. He knew Sharpay was naked too, but she was covered in bubbles.
He looked up, hoping she wouldn't see his blush. But she wasn't even looking at him, she was busy playing with the bubbles on top the water. She looked up now though, but her eyes didn't wander from his face one time, and he really appreciated that. He hurried into the Jacuzzi, slipping down opposite her.
They locked eyes, and Sharpay shot him a huge smile. She leaned back and took a glass full of some sort of dark liquor, and then she handed it to him, her upper body slipping slightly over the water.
Troy took a sip of the glass and realized that it was some mix, but he was sure, it was non-alcoholic. Sharpay wouldn't drink that… okay, she probably would, but she'd tell him first if she had plopped it in his drink too. He liked his lips, "Tastes good."
"Well of course," Sharpay smirked, "So… I just figured this would be a nice way to work today. I didn't really feel like doing history, so I'm talking about your lessons." She shot him a huge smile, "And… there's so many options in a Jacuzzi. So many things you can do, the list is almost endless."
Troy chuckled, "Well, then, what did you have in mind? You are the teacher."
Sharpay slowly made her way towards him, coming through the water. She swung her legs over his, and straddled him. Then she placed her arms around his neck, and leaned into his ear, "A lot of stuff," she whispered, and then she trailed kisses from there and down to his mouth, where she pulled him in for a long deep kiss, her tongue parting his lips immediately.
He gladly obliged, kissing her back with passion. He let his hands move from her waist where he'd placed them and upwards, until they reached the side of her breasts. He stopped there, not sure of what to do.
She broke their kiss and looked him deep in the eyes, their noses touching, "It's okay Troy. Just get loose, it's fine…" She placed her hands on top of his, and moved them on top of her breasts, assuring him that she really was okay with him touching her there. Then she leaned back in, kissing him again.
He let their tongues fight in his mouth, while his hands roamed her body everywhere, enjoying the feeling of her hot, wet skin beneath his hands. It was a feeling he'd never felt before, and it turned him on. God, it did.
They sat like that for some time. Sharpay's hands on the back of his neck, her nails digging into his skin. She was kissing him, she was kissing him hard, and his hands kept brushing a lot of her intimate places, wanting to make her feel good, to make her feel as good as she made him feel.
But then she broke the kiss, and moved backwards again, making sure to brush over a very hard part of him. She giggled a little and found her spot again. She took a sip of her drink and let her tongue ran over her lips in a seductive way. "What are you up to now?" she questioned, her left leg breaking the surface of the water. She lightly placed it on his chest, giving him a suggestive look.
He took her delicate foot in his hands and started massaging it. At first she looked a bit surprised, but then she suddenly let out an unexpected moan. That lead him on, and he continued rubbing her foot. She seemed to enjoy it, and they sat in silence for awhile.
Then Troy decided to break it, "When do you think that I've been taught enough?" he asked, finally letting out what he was dreading the most. What he'd been thinking about for so long. He wasn't looking forward to the time when she'd tell him that her work was finished.
What would happen then? Would they just stop hanging out together? Or would they talk in school? Or would she always be there for him if he needed some sort of advice? He didn't want to stop spending time with her.
"When you've passed." She replied, "When you do something I don't tell you to do, and it's good enough for me to give you an A. After that happens, you've been taught enough. Then you can ask Gabriella out again, and if you need it, I'll help you set the perfect date."
Troy nodded, still rubbing her foot, "You know," he said, deciding to become truthful with her, "I hadn't really expected you to be this way. I know some stuff about you, but you're a lot different from what I thought. I actually like spending time with you, believe it or not."
"Right back at ya', b-ball guy!" Sharpay said, "But seriously, do you want to know a secret?"
"A secret like the one you made up today about Chad and you being together?" Troy asked.
"Hey!" Sharpay looked offended, "I didn't make that up! It's true!"
"I really doubt that, Sharpay," Troy murmured.
"Well, I'll tell you the story, then!" Sharpay said, pulling her foot into herself again, "It was in 8th grade, and we were all gathered at some sort of party, you were there too! And then, Chad and I was dancing, and suddenly we were kissing, and then we ended in the bathroom. I gave him a blow-job, but then he passed out and I went home. The next day he came to my house and asked me out, but I said no. It was just a one time thing."
"Really?" Troy was surprised, "I guess that's why he hates you so much."
Sharpay nodded, "Could be!" she scooted towards Troy again, and whispered in his ear; "But now I wont tell you my secret since you didn't believe me." she licked his ear and pulled herself out of the Jacuzzi, her back against him. She picked up one of the pink towels, and tied it around herself. Then she opened the door and went into her room again.
Back was Troy, not really understanding what had happened.
She always managed to leave him wonder.
Well then, I think I got a little more hotness into this story again! I hope you liked the whole Jacuzzi-scene, since it was a big part of this chapter ;p Please do leave a review, you know how much I love them, right? They're the best !
A word from the lovely Friends;
Rachel: Pete the Weeper? Remember that guy who used to cry every time we had sex. (imitating) "Was it good for you?"
Monica: Yeah, well, I'll take a little crying any day over Howard-the-"I-win"-guy. (imitating) "I win! I win!" I went out with the guy for two months—I didn't get to win once.
Lol, I'll talk to you guys as soon as I'm back, right? Expect it to be soon, tootles, Stessa.