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"Explain yourselves." Kirsten said simply and softly while holding her legs to her chest and resting her chin on her knees. She was sitting on the floor in front of Gabriella's bed and was alternating stares between Gabriella and Troy. After walking in on the two, she separated them into opposite corners by the wall that occupied the TV. Walking in on the two gave Kirsten several mixed feelings. First, she was shocked, angry, disappointed, and then—for some reason—really, really sad. After leaving the bathroom, she walked in on the naked pair cuddling and watching TV. Kirsten realized she shouldn't have jumped to conclusions, but she did see an empty condom wrapper amongst the strewn items of clothing as she picked up their clothes and threw them at them fervently.

Troy and Gabriella dressed in silence. When Kirsten walked in, they slid further under Gabriella's bed sheets after sharing 'uh oh' expressions. They seemed to do everything unconsciously synchronized now. As they sat opposite each other, they shared guilty glances at each other and shot some at Kirsten at the same times and bite their lips at the same times for the awkward silence.

Gabriella sat in the same position as Kirsten with a guilty expression on her face. She was guilty for feeling such a great deal of elation from having sex with Troy. She shot a weak smile at Kirsten, but frowned when she didn't return it. It sucked that Gabriella couldn't share her excitement about having sex with Troy with not just Kirsten, but anybody. She actually didn't regret it. From the beginning she didn't think she would have sex with Troy, but the urge was so intense and she realized she didn't want to stop once they started. Troy was so sweet he even cuddled with her afterwards. Drake wouldn't even do that with her back in New York and was surprised when Troy agreed to. It made her feel special and she still had insane butterflies just from sitting across from him. Exploring his body and feeling his member were experiences she'd repeat if she ever had the chance again.

"I'm waiting," Kirsten said a little louder.

Troy sat with his left leg bent and his knee leaning on the wall, his other leg lay on the floor, and his head leaning against the wall. He hated Kirsten at the moment and just wanted her to leave. He was very proud of himself for accomplishing—what the other day seemed impossible—tonight with Gabriella. He never had sex in such a slow and sensual way. Most times when he had sex it lasted about five minutes. With Gabriella it lasted about twenty minutes and he remembered every minute of it. "I'm waiting, too, Kirsten—waiting for you to leave!"

"Shut up, Troy! I'm actually authorized to be here you dick!"

"Please stop you guys," Gabriella said softly. "Yelling won't help anything. Troy, as much as I really want you to stay, you really should leave. And please Kirsten, don't mention any of this to anybody." Gabriella stood up and held her hand out for Troy.

Troy grabbed it and pulled himself up. "Well you can never say I left in a hurry." He gave her a lopsided smile and held both her hands. He brushed her hair behind her ear and kissed her.

Kirsten cleared her throat as they started French kissing. "Gabriella," Kirsten said as a warning, but Gabriella just waved her off with her hand and wrapped her arms around Troy's neck. She groaned and tried to squeeze her way in between them and after several attempts; she succeeded and started pulling Gabriella away from the window.

"If you don't mind I'd actually like to exit through the back door on the ground floor at least." Troy suggested and walked towards the door.

Kirsten sighed and let Gabriella's arm go as she followed Troy down. "Remember, I'm still here so don't abandon me and go skinny dipping!" She called after them.

Troy and Gabriella exchanged mischievous smirks and headed downstairs quietly.

Kirsten hopped onto Gabriella's bed and pulled out her cell phone and started texting Jacob again.

Jacob: Yea marc isn't the best uncle but he isn't the worst either.

Kirsten: Watever. He's the worst in my book. My friend wants to meet u

Jacob: is she cute?

Kirsten: I guess but she's my age, 15

Jacob: Age aint nothin but a number

Kirsten: Watever u'll get 2 meet her but don't play any games

Jacob: with her or u

Kirsten: Both. Were cousins anyway and it's not going to happen again

Jacob: no1 was even talking about that but ok

Kirsten: I mean it

Jacob: you meant no back then 2 but look where that got us

"Texting Jacob again?" Gabriella asked loudly, causing Kirsten to jump.

"Oh my goodness you scared me!" A startled Kirsten said while holding a hand to her chest. "I didn't think you'd actually listen to me."

"Yeah, neither did Troy but I already felt bad, I didn't want to get you any angrier."

"Aw, how sweet of you," Kirsten said deadpan. She shut her phone (which was open to Jacob's last message) and laid it down on the nightstand facedown to the left of Gabriella's bed. "Time for bed!"

"What?" Gabriella crossed her legs. "You don't even want to know any details? Anything at all about how it happened? Why it happened?"

"Nope." Kirsten got under the sheets in her pajamas and laid down facing opposite of Gabriella. "Goodnight," she said with a smile.

"Night…" Gabriella said puzzled and got under as well. Before she lay down she turned towards Kirsten. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. Goodnight, Gabriella." Kirsten closed her eyes and began to doze off.

Gabriella, still confused as ever, turned opposite of Kirsten and began to doze off, hoping Troy would venture in them.

"I don't understand," Gabriella said with a shake of her head. "Where is he?" She was sitting in the hot tub, leaning back on her elbows behind her. She was wearing her JuicyCouture Capri string bikini. She brushed a loose strand from her ponytail behind her ear and sighed.

Kirsten rolled her eyes subtly and covered her mouth to stifle a yawn. She was wearing her JuicyCouture shirred skirted bandeau bikini and was sitting across from Gabriella. "It's only ten o'clock. He probably won't wake up until twelve. Be patient."

"Ok." Gabriella smiled. "So how'd you like my pancakes?"

"Delicious." Kirsten smiled and kissed her fingers like the French.

Gabriella giggled and thanked her.

"Where's your dad?" Kirsten asked.

"I don't know. He usually goes out Saturday mornings though."

"Ok. Hey, Tiara," she said with a wave.

Gabriella turned her head and shrugged.

"Hi," Tiara said while taking off her JuicyCouture ruffled plaid coverup, revealing her JuicyCouture triangle bikini. She took her Gucci sunglasses off and sat them and her towel on the sunbed closest to the pool and dived into the deep end.

"Where does your father go Saturday mornings?" Kirsten asked curiously.

Gabriella shrugged. "I don't know. He's never told me."

"Yea, but he's told me." Tiara started swimming over to their end of the pool where the hot tub is. "He visits his mistress," she said with a wiggle of her eyebrows.

Gabriella sat up and lifted her shades. "Shut up, brat! Daddy doesn't have a mistress." She knocked her shades back over her eyes and leaned back. "He'd tell me."

"Nobody tells you anything." Tiara started floating are her back. "That'd be dangerous. You'd probably blurt it out to Mom during one of your fights to piss her off more."

"Nobody asked you, Tiara!"

She scoffed. "Nobody had to." She sighed. "Alright, I'm bored now. I'll see you guys later." She hopped out, grabbed her towel and proceeded to dry herself as she walked into the house.

"I don't see the point of her coming out just now," Kirsten said.

"She just wanted to piss me off. She did and now she's gone. I'm a genius," Gabriella said with a grin.

"How does her pissing you off make you a genius?"

"I acted like she pissed me off so she'd leave."

"You're such a liar she totally pissed you off."

"No! She just annoyed me." Gabriella giggled and checked her phone for the millionth time.

"Gabriella…," Kirsten droned.

"Kirsten…," she droned back, "why hasn't he called me?" she whined.

"Because he's sleeping, Gabriella!" Kirsten got out of the hot tub and dried herself off. "Jesus, you are so pressed over this guy and you've only known him for two weeks!"

"I'm not…pressed! I'm in strong like," she said defensively.

"Yea," she scoffed. "More like strong lust. I'll be inside."

"What? Are you serious?" Gabriella groaned. She slouched in her seat in the hot tub. After a couple of minutes she got out also, finding it uncomfortable to sit out by herself.

Georgia stretched and yawned. She rubbed her eyes, expecting to see Troy getting dressed or no Troy at all. She was surprised to find him lying next to her. She smiled and rolled over to check the time. 12:30pm. She grinned. He's never stayed so long, but they've never lasted as long as they did last night. She didn't know what got him into such a great mood when he came back but she didn't care. She rolled on her other side to face Troy's sleeping body. He looked so peaceful. She stroked his hair and face, thinking of how beautiful a child of their own would be. Troy's crystal blue eyes, her brunette hair, his nose, her lips…Her thoughts were interrupted by Troy's grunt. "Good afternoon," she said with a smile.

"Huh? Oh. Yea, afternoon." Troy stretched and smiled her. "What time is it?"

"12:30. Do you want breakfast, lunch, brunch?" She laughed. "I can make you something."

Troy got up and started to dress. "Um, no. I've got to go. I have to be somewhere."

"What?" Georgia sat up. "Why?"

"I told you, I have to be somewhere." Troy stared at her disappointed look. "This doesn't change anything, you're still my bitch."

"What the hell, Troy!" Georgia threw her pillow at him. "Every time I find you the least bit eligible you completely change my mind and turn into a total ass! I hate you! I am not your bitch!"

"Shut up!" Troy yelled. "If you don't like it I won't come back!" Troy made his way to the door with a smirk on his face. He loves to see her beg and ask him to stay. It just boosts his ego even more so. Nothing's really changed because of Gabriella, just that he's had sex with her. He's not going to dump her, but after that stupid date he got himself into he decided it could be an opportunity to have sex again.

"Troy, wait!" Georgia cried out with tears in her eyes. "Don't leave." She sniffed. "At least if you go, please come back." Georgia started crying and ran her hand through her hair.

Troy turned around and almost felt sorry for her. He didn't know exactly how much of a hold he had on her. He kissed her on the forehead and held her. After she stopped crying he left. Ignoring her "I love you."

When Troy reached Gabriella's house it was about 3 o'clock in the afternoon. He parked his car a couple houses down and sneaked into the backyard. He wasn't surprised to see Gabriella sleeping on a lounge chair with her sunglasses on. He sneaked over and kissed her awake. "Hey."

She smiled and stretched. "Hey. It sure took you long enough to get here," she teased.

"Yea, but not long enough for you to be upset with me." He picked her up bridal style and smiled at her giggling.

"Did you expect me to be? The only thing I'm upset about is Kirsten. She left because she—" Gabriella paused. She didn't want him to give him the satisfaction. So she lied. "She had to go home and help her mother with something." She locked her wrist behind his neck.

"Really?" Troy smirked, sensing her dishonesty. He put her down and held on to one of her hands. Gabriella nodded. "Well I'm sure I can keep you company. Is anybody home?"

"Nope." Gabriella smirked. She thought she had a hold on him and decided as long as they were in the process of dating; she would be the biggest tease. "Do you want to skinny dip?"

"Nah. Let's watch TV." Troy led her inside and with a confused look on her face she guided him downstairs to the basement. Troy thought it best to lead her to believe he didn't want sex from her, therefore making her want sex and then in turn receiving what he wanted all along. Troy found the nice, large black leather couch facing the gigantic flat screen in their fully furnished basement. He grabbed the remote and turned on ESPN SportsCenter. He patted on the seat next to him for Gabriella and put his arm over her shoulder.

Gabriella tried not to show how pissed off she was. She expected Troy to want sex so she could happily refuse. She was looking forward to Troy wanting her, and she wanted Troy to want her. But, he seems completely interested in the stupid sports channel. Gabriella sighed. "Did you really come all the way over here just to watch sports?"

Troy kissed her forehead and ignored her question.

Gabriella stared up at him with expectant eyes. "Well?"

Troy ceased the opportunity and kissed her on the lips. Troy grabbed the remote and muted the TV. He sat Gabriella on his lap so she was straddling him.

Gabriella grew disappointed when he didn't try anything more and grew even more disappointed when twenty minutes later he removed her from his lap and turned on the volume. The next couple of hours went by following the same cycle. She jumped when she felt a sudden vibration from Troy's pocket.

"Calm down, babe." Troy chuckled and checked the caller ID. Georgia. "Hey."

"Hey. We need to talk. I'll be at your house in twenty minutes. If you aren't there to sneak me in I'll simply introduce myself to your mother."

"What the hell? Is it that important you have to bring my mom into this?"

"Yes. Now get your ass home."

"How do you know I'm not there now?"

"You said there instead of here. I'll see you later."

The line went dead and Troy groaned. "Damn. I have to go. Something…came up. You should come to my place sometime." He kissed her on the lips goodbye and showed himself out without giving Gabriella time to reply.

Gabriella grabbed a pillow and screamed as loud and as long as she could until her throat hurt. What the hell just happened? We're not even a couple, yet he acted like an abstinent jackass! She thought. "Ugh! Fuck my life!" she screamed into her pillow.