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A little over two weeks later...

"This is bullshit!" Troy exclaimed, throwing his pencil down onto the desk. "When am I ever gonna need to solve a problem in my life that has an equation like x equals negative b plus or minus the square root of b squared minus four times a and c then divided by two times a?" he questioned me.

I nodded, agreeing with him. "I know," I said in a soothing voice. I stood from the chair next to him and stood behind him. I quietly locked the door before beginning to massage his shoulders. "I know, baby, but I also know you aren't angry at your math work," I insisted.

His head rolled forward because my massage was helping relax him. "Yes I am, who assigns a big ass test the day of the championship?" he questioned.

"Your teacher," I answered easily and kissed the back of his neck lightly. I heard him let out a long breath. "But, we're almost done, and you almost have it," I assured him, never stopping my hands doing their 'magic' as Troy calls it. Tomorrow is the basketball championship game and all the guys are excited yet on edge and Troy feels extremely pressured. He leveled his head out and I kissed the side of his neck. I continued to kiss and massage him until I knew he was more relaxed. "The game is going to go fine tomorrow," I promised him softly.

He leaned his head back. "I don't want to talk about the game. All anyone wants to talk about is the game," he said. "I don't want to talk about it with you," he told me.

I nodded silently, understanding. "Alright, we'll talk about your math test," I suggested which only made him chuckle. I twisted myself so I was straddling his lap. "I have a proposition for you, Wildcat," I stated.

"Oh, yeah?" Troy asked while wrapped his arms loosely around my lower waist. "What will that be?" he wondered.

"Well," I began. "You know everything on your 'big ass test' besides the quadratic formula," I said with air quotes. "And there are two problems left on your study guide, both quadratic formula problems to solve. You will attempt to solve them by yourself and with minimal help from me. If you do so successfully-"

"I love when you talk so smartly," he interrupted me.

I rolled my eyes. "I know, why do you think I am doing it? Anyways, if you solve them right, I will," I stopped for a second. "I will strip while you do them, and when you're done, I am yours," I finished.

He smiled widely. "Really?" he asked. "How is that different from normal?" he questioned.

"Listen, Troy Bolton, I may be severely attracted to you but I would like to think I can resist you for a short amount of time. Do not make me put that to the test," I threatened.

"You're sexy when you're mad and stuff," he murmured before kissing me.

I only kissed him for a moment. "Thank you, now do some work, I'll be watching," I informed him and got up from his lap.

"Yes, ma'am," Troy agreed, picking up another pencil and proceeded to work.

As he did this, I slowly unbuttoned my black and red plaid button up I threw on this morning with a pair of light ripped jeans and black flats. My hair is down and curly like normal with light make up. Once I was unbuttoned completely a minute or so later I leaned over his shoulder to inspect his work closer.

"You know, having your boobs pressed against me is not exactly the best way to help me do my work," he commented after clearing his throat.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders from behind. "On the contrary, I think it gives you initiative. When you finish, not only your back will feel them," I insisted.

"You're the smart one," he chuckled while typing numbers into my calculator.

Since my hands were in a good spot, I started to unbutton his own shirt. He's wearing a pair of dark jeans, a white wife beater, a black half buttoned button up and original converse with black laces and his hair in its swishy ways. I was surprised by how well he was doing when I finished his own unbuttoning. "Have I told you how much I love that you've been doing so well in math since I began tutoring you?" I questioned in a low tone with my lips right next to his ear.

"I think so," he replied while straightening up in his chair. "It doesn't work," he mumbled to himself a moment later. I overlooked his work quickly and saw his problem. There is no even square root.

I kissed the column of his neck chastely. "I guess not, so what do you do?" I asked him.

"Multiply the inside then..." he trailed off, doing it instead of saying it to me first. I knew what he meant and grinned, taking off my shoes one by one. I dangled one in front of his eyes for a moment so he could see.

He finished the rest of the problem quickly, making me happy. "One more, babe," I murmured softly as he already began. I nibbled on his ear a little a moment later. I know he likes when I do that.

"Mhm, Brie, I'm almost done," he managed to get out.

I stopped my fun, part of it at least, to see how far he was. He was indeed almost done. He's lucky this one is very easy. Because of this, I shimmied out of my pants, leaving me in my 'pretty underwear' as my friends call it and a plaid shirt. "You're doin' great, Troy," I encouraged him along. Knowing he would finish the problem correctly, I made my way to his bed and layed down. Time for his prize, not to mention mine.

"Finally!" he exclaimed a moment or two later, his button up already sliding off his body and he stood up. He turned to find me on the bed and I giggled at his excited face. He practically tore his wife beater off before descending himself upon me. "Learning math has never been so much fun," he murmured before kissing me.

I laughed into the kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck as my eyes fluttered closed. Troy's hand slowly glided down my thigh which made my stomach bubble in anticipation of what he was going to do. My own hand held onto a clump of his hair. When I felt his tongue seek entrance into my mouth, I pulled away. "What do you think you're doing, Bolton?" I questioned, opening my eyes.

"I was thinking second base for the time being," he answered honestly while his fingers trickled higher and higher up my thigh.

"I think I am the one in charge here, so I'll be deciding what base we head to," I corrected him and pushed on his chest a little.

In return, Troy got a hold of my hands and pinned them above our heads to the bed. "You had your turn to be in charge, Miss Math Teacher, it's my turn," he insisted, brushing his lips against mine.

"This is kind of turning me on, you know," I informed him and lifted my head to kiss him quickly.

"What I know is you would have never had the confidence to tell me that a month ago," he replied. I laughed some. "And, now that I know, I'll keep it in mind for later make out sessions," he told me. He got up on his knees, letting my hands go and tugged on my hips in a silent request for me to sit up.

I sat up and pressed my lips to his chest once I could. He lifted my chin with a finger until my head was tilted up at his. He simply looked at me for the longest time, and after a minute or two, I spoke up. "Are you going to collect your prize or what, boyfriend?" I asked him, trailing a finger down his bare chest.

Troy shook his head. "You're not a prize," he assured me. As he told me this, he began to slip my shirt down my arms.

I couldn't help but smile at him. "You're the perfect guy," I replied, then unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them too. Troy pushed my hair off my shoulder so he could kiss my shoulder softly. I pushed on his jeans and he helped me get his jeans off quickly.

Once they were off, he guided me back to the bed. He began to kiss me slowly and I felt his hard on in my inner thigh and I liked it. As we kissed, I couldn't help but think of our position before, Troy on his knees, and me on the bed. What I could have done had his boxers been off and we had gone farther than we ever have before? We have yet to take off our underwear, and it is mainly because of me. When we're physical like this, hell yes I want to go onto the next step. But, when we're just hanging out or I am thinking about us, I don't think I am. I'm torn and until I'm sure, I don't want my underwear to come off. However, just because I don't want mine off, doesn't mean I don't want his off.

This time when his tongue asked to enter mine, I let it and tried to let my thoughts go. I moaned when his hand squeezed my inner thigh, but he pulled away a second later. "Tease," I accused jokingly, raking my nails down his abs. He simply chuckled and proceeded to kiss down my neck. I felt him search for my bra clasp on my back. "Mm, it's not there," I breathed.

Troy pulled away and looked down at me. It gave me room to undo my bra from the front where the clasp is located on his bra. I threw it off to the side once it was off. "That's a new one," he mumbled before kissing my chest. My hands threaded into his hair, I had to hold onto something.

He kissed down the valley of my breasts, choosing to ignore them for now I guess. His hands skimmed down my sides lightly, which didn't help my arousal. I always need more, something, but there is nothing more he can give me, not yet at least. "Like I said, you're a tease," I breathed.

He smiled against my stomach. "Just because I know what you want doesn't mean I have to give it to you right then," he replied in between kisses.

"Fine, you're not a tease, you're mean," I corrected, combing his hair with my fingers gently.

Troy climbed up my torso until we were eye to eye. "Can I ask you a question?" he wondered softly, kissing the underside of my jaw.

I looped my arms around his shoulders loosely. "Right now?" I asked in return. He nodded. "Sure," I answered, enjoying the feeling of his body pressed against mine.

"We've been dating for a little over a month," he began and slithered down my body slowly again.

"Yes," I agreed, unsure of what is going on.

"We've been physical almost the whole time we've been together and I love that you feel comfortable in front of me," he went on. His head stopped at my pelvis and I felt him kiss the top of my underwear. "When do you think you're gonna let me take off your underwear?" he questioned.

I was shocked for a moment, and then when I composed myself I cleared my throat. "When are you going to let me take yours off?" I countered confidently.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his head level with mine again.

I shrugged. "I want to go farther too, Troy," I informed him. He raised his eyebrows questioningly. "Just not with me, with you," I finished.

"No," he denied me, rolling off of me instantly.

I got up onto my elbows. "What do you mean no?" I demanded to know.

He took in a few deep breaths, probably to, uh, calm down. "I mean no," he stated, reaching over me and grabbed his jeans.

"Oh, so you can want to take off my underwear, but I can't wait to take off yours?" I wondered.

"Yes," he answered while buttoning his jeans. "Wait, no," he corrected himself quickly.

I reached over the bed and grabbed my bra and shirt. "Thanks for making me feel bad for wanting to do something to you," I muttered, buttoning up my shirt from the bottom.

"Gabriella, stop," Troy urged, taking my hands in his. I only managed to get the buttons underneath my chest buttoned. "That isn't what I was trying to do," he insisted. "You aren't ready for me to finger you, are you?" he wanted to know.

I blushed at his blunt language. "N-No!" I exclaimed.

"Then I'm not letting you do anything to me underneath my boxers," he told me. "It isn't fair," he stated.

"What do you mean it isn't fair?" I questioned.

"I mean, when we get like this, physical," he started. "I want to have sex with you, believe me I do, but you're not ready so we don't," he said. "I have no problem with that; I'll wait for you as long as I have to for you. Since I know I can't have sex with you, I want to finger you, I want to ea-"

"Can you stop using the words, please?" I interrupted him. "I think I am going to die of blushing," I murmured.

Troy cupped my cheek. "I want to do more to you, and I don't doubt you want to do more to me. Still, until you're ready for me to the..." he thought of the right wording. "Equivalent of what you want to do to me, I won't let you do it. How is it fair for me to let you... do stuff to me," he avoided the actual words and I was grateful. "And let me get off when you can't because you're not ready? I know you get as worked up as I do, I know you want to get off too, but you can't because you won't let me do it. Until you're ready for that, we won't do more than what we've been doing," he finished.

I was quiet for minute. I understood. "But I want to," I whispered.

"I want to, too," he responded as one of his hands delved into my hair.

"I'm sorry," I apologized.

"Don't be," he insisted. "I don't mind waiting," he assured me.

I kissed him lightly. "You're such a good guy, Troy," I said. "When do you think I'll be ready for the next step?" I wondered.

"I should be asking you that question," he replied, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I don't know the answer," I told him honestly. "I want to, I want to know what it's like with both of us, but I'm nervous and would have no idea what to do and-"

"You've felt like that with everything we've done so far and have I ever embarrassed you about anything?" Troy asked.

I shook my head. "No, but kissing and taking my shirt off is one thing," I insisted. "Having you..." I trailed off. "Go down there is another," I mumbled quietly.

"You're telling me the only reason we haven't gone farther is because you're worried about what I'll think of your vagina?" he questioned bluntly.

I turned red. "I think it's time I go home," I mumbled, and tried to get up and Troy kept me down.

"I don't," he stated. "Brie, I love being with you," he assured me. "I'd never make fun of you about this, you know that. I'm pretty sure your lady parts are like every other normal woman's in the world. I mean, everyone's might be a teeny different, but still the same," he rambled.

"Troy, I can't help that I'm self-conscious. Why is it that you're confident in almost every area of you life?" I asked. "I mean, other than math and being unsure of basketball, you're like some freaking Greek God. It doesn't help me that every other girl in school wants you and most of them would have sex with you if you merely asked and-"

"It's not my fault I am self-confident, okay?" Troy broke in. "I'm not a bad lookin' kid and I got lucky with basketball, a lot of people complimented me as I grew up. I wish more people would have done it to you, maybe then you'd see yourself the way I see you. As a beautiful and sexy woman who shouldn't be self-conscious about anything," he responded.

Again, I blushed. "Shush," I muttered.

"No, I'm not gonna shut up," he stated. "Yes, girls at school like me. Yes, a lot of them would have sex with me if I wanted them too, as sad as that is. But, I wouldn't trade what I have with you for the best sex in the world," he stated. "Plus, the best sex in the world for me could be with you," he added.

"Gosh, can't my blushing quota be up for today?" I pleaded to myself.

"I personally think sex with you will be amazing," he went on. "Everything with you keeps getting better and better in every way, why wouldn't the sex?" he asked rhetorically.

Before I could blush more and respond my phone vibrated from the floor. I leaned over him to retrieve it. It was Sharpay telling me she was gonna pick me up in ten minutes. I sighed. "I have to go," I breathed. I looked up into Troy's eyes for a moment before kissing him. "Thank you for reassuring me," I said against his lips.

"I'm your boyfriend, it's kinda what we do. Well, it's what all the good ones do," he told me then kissed me again. "Not to be pushy here, but next time we get all hot and heavy will you be experiencing your first orga-" I slapped my hand over his mouth.

"Get this straight, the blushing is done for today," I stated as I got up from bed. "And since you almost made me blush, I'm not telling you that information," I told him before hopping into my pants.

He layed back in the bed. "Fine, but I'm standing my ground. Until you have an org," he stopped when I tried to 'attack' him and make him stop talking. "Until you have an- get off me!" he laughed. "Until you have an orgasm I won't be having one," he managed to get out.

"Troy!" I scolded, finding his tickle spot and went loose.

"What do you think?" Sharpay asked more than half an hour later, holding a lingerie top up to her torso. "Too revealing?" she questioned.

Taylor laughed. "For the after party tomorrow, probably," she told her. Sharpay, Taylor, and I are shopping for our after party outfits at the moment. Sharpay's been talking about it for a week, literally.

"It's not for the party, it's for a private party," Sharpay insisted.

"A private party for whom?" I wondered. "You, yourself, and numera una?" I suggested.

Taylor nodded. "Last time I checked, you were still stomping on Zeke's heart like a, dare I say, cheerleader," she agreed.

"Actually," Sharpay began. "Zeke asked me to the after party and I said yes," she informed us. "So, there," she said.

"When did this happen?" I asked. "Last we heard Zeke wasn't ready for your woman-ness," I reminded her while gesturing to her body.

"We were texting all day in school and after school and he spent so long convincing me it was a good idea I had to give him a chance," she told us. "He's sweet and kind and treats me right, he's everything I wanted out of all my exes," she went on. "I gotta find out if he's too good to be true," she stated.

I smiled. "He isn't, he worships you, and you deserve it," I assured her. "Enjoy your date," I added.

"Troy worships you too," Taylor said. "Let me just say I am happy to have best friends who have boyfriends too," she told us.

Sharpay and I laughed. "Speaking of boyfriends," I began. "Troy and I were going at it today," I told them, which made them 'ooooh' like they were in fifth grade. I ignored them. "And, he asked when I am gonna let him take off my underwear," I confessed.

"And?" Taylor questioned.

"And, I don't know," I answered. "I'm nervous and unsure and self-conscious about the whole thing. So, I told him that, and he tried to help and me and made me feel better about a lot of it," I told them. "So, who knows, after a night of me thinking about it and when we win the championship tomorrow..." I trailed off.

"You'll be becoming more of a woman?" Sharpay filled in the blank.

I shrugged. "Maybe," I breathed. "I have a question though," I said, hoping I wouldn't earn some jokes for it later. "What do I do with my hands while he's... you knowing me?"

Sharpay and Taylor instantly laughed. I should have known. I'll probably never live this down.

-xoxo-

Before every game Troy texts me to come meet him by the locker room. Every time the same thing happens, I hold him and tell him everything will be okay if the Wildcats lose. I tell him that no matter what, I'm here after the game and whatever he wants to do is fine with me, whether it means the after party or hanging out with him or watching him brood because we did lose. (We haven't lost yet, but he's told me that after he loses a game he usually sits alone and thinks).

I figured it would be the same before the championship, so I grabbed seats with Sharpay, Taylor, and Kelsi, got food, then came down to the locker rooms. I wasn't surprised when Troy came out with his phone in his hand right before I felt my phone vibrate.

"Looking for me?" I questioned, causing him to turn around. "Hey, baby," I greeted sweetly with a smile. He didn't say anything before striding towards me for a hug and held me tight in his arms. I wound my arms around his shoulders and massaged the back of his head. "Mm, Troy, everything is going to be okay," I assured him softly in his ear.

"I've only been this nervous and on edge one other time in my life," he replied while pulling away. "Last years championship back in Arizona. We won, but you have no idea how..." he trailed off and shook his head. He pressed his forehead on mine. "Tell me again," he murmured. "That everything is going to be okay," he explained.

I kissed his lips lightly. "Everything is going to be fine, it won't be the first time East has lost, no one is going to tar and feather you," I told him. "Just play your best Troy, that is all anyone can ask for," I reminded him. "And, if you need reassurance, just find me in the crowd because I'll smile at you and you'll have my friendly face to look at," I went on.

He nodded. "You must think I'm crazy for being this stressed out about a basketball game," he mentioned, taking my hands in his.

"No, Troy, I-" I tried.

"It's just a game, right? And, it's just high school," he said to himself.

I combed my fingers through his hair. "That's true, but it means a lot to you. Look at me, baby," I ordered in a soft voice. His eyes instantly zoned in on mine. "You're going to do great. You're worried before every game, and in every game the Wildcats win and you do wonderfully," I reminded him. "Tonight won't be any different, only at the end of the game, you'll be holding a trophy," I added.

"Do you have any idea how much I love that you are my girlfriend?" he questioned rhetorically before kissing me lightly. He squeezed my hands and came closer to me. "You have no idea how much you've helped me with every single game. Not many girls would understand or even try to. I want you to know that I appreciate it. Trust me, I do, no one other than my mom can calm me down like you do," he informed me. "But, I like the way you do it better than my mom's way," he admitted.

I giggled a little and kissed him as lightly as he kissed me before. "Your welcome, but I know how much you appreciate it. I know you Troy, better than you think I do," I assured him.

He nodded while letting out a breath. "Can you tell me again?" he wondered in a hopeful voice.

I shook my head. "Everything is going to go completely fine, Troy," I told him. "Stop thinking about it, once you get out on that court your instinct will take over. Once that happens, you're set, this is your element. Remember that," I said.

"Are you sittin' in the normal spot?" Troy asked. "Behind the player's bench?"

"Yep, so when you are sitting down I am in reaching distance," I sing-songed.

Troy laughed right as the locker room doors opened. "Bolton, what are you doin' out here? We're about to go out onto the court. You missed- ah, never mind!" my brother said. "Gabi, what are you doing here?"

"I'm just talking to your star player, Marcy," I said. "I should get back though, you are due on the court any minute," I mentioned. I got up on my tip toes and kissed Troy softly. "Good luck, Wildcat," I whispered and went on my way.

You know what is awesome? Being the girlfriend of the number one point-scorer who also won the championship. Know what else is awesome? Having a boyfriend who won the championship game. In fact, I think that is more awesome. Plus, it's awesome seeing your boyfriends face when he knows they won, and the face when he holds up the championship trophy. I am so happy he is happy. I am so proud of Troy. I made a point of showing it when I ran onto the basketball court and kissed him in front of the whole school. My brothers were too happy to break it up. :)

"You seriously cannot stop smiling, it is so adorable," Sharpay stated as we drove to the after party. We went to Sharpay's house to get ready first, of course. I am wearing a pair of black slightly ripped jeans and a white lacy sleeveless top. It hugs my upper body like a glove and shows cleavage. My brothers won't like it, but it's comfortable and not too much is showing. They'll get over it and go on drinking after a few minutes. Sharpay made me wear a pair of gladiater heels, unfortunately. I left my hair down and curly because that is how Troy likes it and my make up is done well and light.

"What? I can't be happy for my boyfriend?" I questioned, trying to erase the grin from my face. Yeah, it didn't work.

Taylor laughed from the back of the car. "Leave her alone, Shar, I can't stop smiling either. Did you see Chad's face?" she wondered.

"You guys both have boyfriends on the winning team," Sharpay started. "I want one," she whined.

I rolled my eyes. "Well, you are on a date with one tonight," I reminded her. "Who knows? You could have a boyfriend on the winning team too," I stated.

"I am so excited for sex tonight," Taylor spoke up randomly. Sharpay and I were quiet for a single moment before laughing. "What? This is the first time the Wildcats won in three years, Chad should be on his own game tonight," she defended herself. "And, for a few nights after tonight," she added with a grin.

Sharpay turned onto the street where the party is. "I can't say the same for a while. I may like Zeke a lot, but he is not getting into my pants for while," she insisted. "Not after Will took my virginity and left me high and dry, uh-uh. This boy has gotta prove himself for a while first," she went on.

"Good for you, S," I encouraged her. "I wish I could do more than take my top off but Mr. Fair Play won't have it," I sighed. "Do you realize how many boys would love what I want?" I asked.

"Yep, but you love that Troy is such a good guy and won't let you," Taylor said from the back. "It makes you like him that much more," she finished.

Sharpay nodded as she parked. "And that is something that surprises you because you already like him so much," she added on.

"I really wish you guys would be on my side for once," I whined myself. They're right, but I hate when they are right. They're usually always right too. Grrr.

"We're heruh!" Sharpay exclaimed. "Time to find our men and pry those bitchy cheerleaders off of 'em," she told us as we got out.

Sharpay led us into the party and we spent five minutes looking for the guys before I got the idea to text Troy. They were all in the kitchen. We pushed our way into the kitchen and I couldn't help but smile when I saw Troy. He looked over someone's head as he took a sip of his drink and that was when he saw me. He smiled back while nodding me forward in a signal to come closer. As soon as I got to him he kissed me. This made the room clap and cheer. Is that something you clap and cheer for? It made us pull apart and laugh.

"Hi, baby," Troy greeted, linking our hands together. "What the hell took you so long?" he asked immediately after.

I shrugged. "I rushed, but I have these friends named Sharpay and Taylor, they took a while to get ready and Sharpay is the driver," I told him. "Trust me, I wanted to get to you," I whispered.

He kissed me again. "Brie, we won the championship," he told me. I laughed as he kissed me again. "You have no idea how good that feels," he murmured.

"I am so proud of you," I said, squeezing his hands. "I want you to know that."

He rested his forehead on mine. "Thank you for putting up with me on game nights, Brie. It means a lot to me," he told me what he did before the game started again. I was going to respond, but he began talking first. "But, the season is over and Friday's are officially date night," he stated.

I giggled and kissed him. "It's Friday right now and since you won the championship I am just along for your ride," I informed him. He raised his eyebrow. I realized what that must sound like in the mind of a teenage boy. "You know what I mean, Wildcat," I insisted.

"Yeah, I know," Troy replied. "I just wanted to hang out with the team for a while, actually," he told me. "If you haven't noticed, the only girl in the room is you," he added, causing me to look around.

Oh. "I can take a hint, its boy time right now," I sighed dramatically. "Well, consider this my hello and goodbye. When you're done with your bonding, I'll be around," I told him with a kiss.

"I promise we'll be spending time together tonight. You'll just have to wait half an hour. Trust me, the guys will be wanting to screw around, literally, real soon," he reminded me.

I laughed. "Text me when you're done stroking your egos," I said and was gone from the kitchen and found Sharpay and Taylor to have some girl fun.

While the boys were, well, boys, Sharpay, Taylor, and I danced and they drank. Since my first drinking experience, I have not had another one. Drinking simply isn't appealing to me after spending half a day wanting to blow my head off because it hurt so much not the mention the throwing up portion of the day.

"I can't believe I am spending my first date with Zeke with you two," Sharpay whined when we took a breather from dancing. There is one room the house that has been dedicated to dancing. Usually, more people are talking and stuff than dancing, but more people are getting drunk tonight than usual which leads to drunken dancing. Hey, East High won the championship, we're all celebrating.

Taylor shook her head while nursing her beer. "You two will have plenty of time tonight, it's not even midnight yet," she reminded her. "Besides, your parents aren't home, you don't have a curfew," she added.

"Zeke might," I mentioned, making Taylor and Sharpay glare at me. "What? I have one, it's at one in the morning," I mumbled.

The twins recently turned eighteen, so my mother said tonight is the one night she will actually consider them adults and they do not have to come home. However, if she does not see them before noon tomorrow, the only time they will be allowed to stay out again like this will be college. That means no summer of fun for them, which she can make happen since they will still be living under her roof. She's a good mom with rules but also pulls the cool mom card. You gotta give her credit. The whole curfew thing is a cool parent card thing too because I can be half an hour late and they won't care. I'm 'the good one.'

"I need another drink," Sharpay announced before making her way to the keg, Taylor following her. Sharpay was so excited to hang out with Zeke tonight; it's annoying her he is spending time with the team. I feel for her.

"You have some pretty interesting dance moves, Gabriella Montez," I heard behind me.

I turned to see Hunter and laughed. "I would like to think so," I agreed.

"I'm being serious, the way you pulled the running man out there," he went on, making us both laugh. "How's your night going?" he questioned, leaning against the wall we are next to.

I shrugged. "My boyfriend won the basketball championship, how do you think?" I replied.

"I don't see him here so I wouldn't know," Hunter responded.

"Touché," I said, sipping my water bottle. "It's going very well. Troy is spending some time with the team, but I'll be with him later, so I'm happy. For now, I am watching my friends get progressively drunk and dance worse than I do. An overall good would be my grade," I told him. "How about you?" I asked.

"Eh, the same," Hunter agreed. "All the girls are waiting for the basketball team to quit their male bonding session so they can mate," he informed me. The 'mate' part made me laugh. "So that part of the night sucks," he stated.

I nodded. "You and Leslie aren't gonna get back together then?" I wondered curiously. He and Leslie Granger were going out for almost a year before they broke up about a month ago. I've tutored him twice since Troy and I's fight. I know how he feels but I know he has nothing to worry about. Still, I try not to hang with Hunter more than I have to because I know it makes Troy uncomfortable. It's the nice thing to do and it's not like I pine to hang out with Hunter.

"I don't think so," he answered. "Besides, her face is attached to Matt Grey's right now," he informed me. Ouch. That probably wasn't the best question to ask I guess. "Enough with the small talk, I'm bored, you're bored, for now at least, you wanna dance?" he questioned.

Truthfully, the only boys I dance with are related to me or Troy and Chad. And I don't think Hunter would want to dance with me the way my brothers and cousins do, not even the way Chad does. He wants more along the line of what I do with Troy and he's the only one I feel comfortable doing that with. I was about to try to say no nicely when arms wound around my waist. "Kendric," Troy greeted in a monotone voice.

Hunter nodded a hello. "Good game, Bolton," he congratulated. "You guys deserved the win," he said.

"Thanks, you guys deserve it too. Good luck at states," Troy replied. "I promised Gabriella alone time, so..." he trailed off.

Hunter and I both took the hint. "Bye, Hunter. I'll see you in school," I told him with a smile.

"Bye, Gabs," he said before walking off.

I turned in Troy's arms. "Hey, Wildcat," I greeted before kissing him.

I tasted alcohol in his mouth. "I missed you," he muttered, holding me closer.

"Mm, I think you drank more than usual tonight," I responded.

Troy grinned sheepishly. "Maybe a little," he came clean. "Brie, we won the championship-" he tried to defend himself.

"I don't care Troy," I assured him. "You can have your fun," I told him.

"Come on, I want that alone time," Troy stated and led me around the house. We walked in on two couples and I saw things I never wanted to see before we finally found an empty place. Unfortunately, that was a linen closet. It was the biggest linen closet ever though and held more towels than I think one family needs. "It has a lock and that is all we need," he said, flicking the lock upwards.

I made a point of looking around. "Actually, babe, for the alone time you want, I think we need a bed or something," I reminded him.

"Brie, we're in the biggest closet in Albuquerque, excluding Sharpay's house," Troy replied. That's true; Sharpay has many closets bigger than this one. She has two closets in her room alone. One for clothes when it's cold, the other for when it's warm outside. It's easy to say one is way bigger than the other. "There has to be something other than sheets and too many towels in here," he insisted before beginning to look around. "Look at that," he said, pulling out a big, fluffy comforter and thin blanket along with two pillows.

He proceeded to lay the blankets out and the pillows for us. "Well, aren't you creative," I commented and got on the ground with him. I took off my shoes as soon as I was down there.

"I am in an art class," Troy replied and shrugged off this black plaid button up that has blue and white lines across it. It left him in a white t-shirt and dark jeans along with converse. He layed back and put an arm behind his head while the other linked through mine. "Have I told you that you look beautiful yet?" he questioned.

I shook my head as I shifted so I was sitting Indian style. "No, but you don't have to tell me I am beautiful every time I dress up a little," I informed him. "You don't even have to tell me every day at school like you do," I added.

"I told you before, Brie, you are beautiful. That isn't just the boyfriend in me speaking, it's the man. You're beautiful and I am always gonna tell you," Troy told me. "I don't care if you like it or not. So, Gabriella, you look beautiful tonight," he said.

I smiled. "Thank you," I responded. "Have I told you how proud of you I am?" I asked.

"Yep, but I'd love to hear it again," he said happily. "I'm not as modest as you," he told me.

"Obviously," I laughed. "I'm so proud of you, Troy," I repeated. "I loved watching you tonight, you were so, well," I stopped for a moment. "You were sexy and you know it," I sighed.

Troy chuckled. "Thank you," he replied. "A girl or two may have said something along the lines of that tonight, but it means a lot coming from you," he said. "I like when my girl thinks I'm sexy, it helps my ego," he admitted.

"Then maybe I should stop telling you. Your ego is already big," I teased.

"You know it could be bigger," he instantly shot back at me, adding to our banter.

I nodded. "I do, and I like that you're not always like the other guys," I confessed. "You don't always think you're the biggest badass and deserve better than anyone else. It's a good quality in a guy," I finished.

"I think you should just kiss me because you know you want to," Troy insisted. "You keep sayin' all these things you like about me, Brie. I like it and all, but I know you wanna kiss me and you know I wanna kiss you. We should just skip this talking stuff and get right to the part where you're moaning my name- ouch!" he laughed when I pinched him.

"Right when I say you're not like the other guys, you channel them!" I said with a shake of my head.

Troy chuckled again. "I am a guy, I have guy moments, but you know I am right," he defended himself. He sat up and lifted our linked hands. He took his from mine before proceeding to bring my hand up to his lips. He kissed the palm of my hand and I tried to ignore the surge of tingles that radiated.

It didn't work. Troy kissed my hand a few more times and the last time a low moan escaped my throat while my hand folded into a fist. He looked up and grinned. "What?" I asked, disappointed he stopped.

"That turned you on, huh?" he questioned.

I didn't want to give him the satisfaction. "No, I just liked it is all," I mumbled and pushed hair behind my ear.

"It totally did!" he exclaimed in a sure voice. "Note to self, Gabriella's palms are sensitive. Kiss them when she's mad," he said aloud.

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, Wildcat," I shrugged it off. In a moment I was straddling his lap and pushed him down to the ground.

"Wow, you like being on top, huh?" he wondered as he slid his hands up my thighs.

"Maybe a little," I admitted while biting my lip.

Troy reached his hand up and pressed down on my chin, causing my lip to spring free. "Don't do that, it means your nervous or unsure and you don't gotta be around me," he assured me.

I smiled before falling to his side and settled against him. "Have I ever told you that I love spending time with you?" I asked rhetorically.

I felt him kiss my forehead in response. For a minute or three we listened to the music from the party and enjoyed being with each other. "Not to be a douche or anything, but I did just win the championship and am in a private room with my girlfriend. I assumed I would be at second base by now," he mentioned.

I grabbed his hand and set it on my boob. "There," I laughed, lifting my head from his shoulder.

"Remove the shirt and do that," he challenged.

I lowered my eyes before moving so I was straddling him again. "Fine," I agreed, shrugging off my top. I reached for his hand but he sat up and stopped me.

"Wait," he said. "I didn't think you would have the guts to do that," he confessed.

"Mhm, who has confidence now?" I asked, trailing my hands down his chest.

"You do," he answered easily before leaning in for a kiss. "Now, let's do this right," he murmured.

I smiled as Troy began to kiss my thoroughly. I love kissing him. I love how soft and warm his lips are. I love how gentle he is. I even love that sometimes, not every time, that he is a bit rough. His tongue met mine quickly before retracting just as quickly in the kiss. "Troy," I groaned in need.

He chuckled. "You'll get what you want, baby. Patience is a virtue," he reminded me as he kissed me again. Yeah, one I don't think I possess right now.

His tongue delved into my mouth again and I moaned once more. I held him close by the back of his head and wouldn't let him pull away even if he wanted to. We continued to kiss until I made a move to take his shirt off. Of course, we kissed right after.

Troy pressed his chest against mine during the kiss. "Hm, I love you," he whispered when we pulled away from a breath.

I pulled away more than an inch. I think I pulled away so quickly I got whiplash. Huh? "Huh?"

What he just say?

Sorry this took so long, I just couldn't get it right. I hope you all like it!

Whatever Will Be's chapter is on it's way being written. It should be out soon... I am just having trouble. Hey, I'm a writer, I get writer's block sometimes! Give me some space, I've gotten all you PMs, I knpw you want it. Well, it's coming!

Review please. Do you like the changes?

- Kayleigh