Thank you so much for all of the reviews. The I am, I am not poem is one of my own, I do a lot of the open mics around my school or at home. I'm happy you guys enjoyed it. I like expressing myself and I write a lot. …School is killing me I just finished a 55 page paper this week and a 12 page paper last night. Hopefully I can still complete the rough draft for my Monday class. My professor wants 12 to 15 pages about kid's media and research. Thank god there are only 12 more days of classes!!!!
Gabriella stretched her legs as she got out of the truck. Troy was filling the Gas tank and he wiped his brow from the sweat. The day was a scorcher and she'd put her hair up in a sloppy up due. Walking toward the gas station she pushed her way in and welcomed the air conditioned store.
Troy smiled as he watched her walk away. Her hips seemed to sway and tease without any effort. When his phone rang he reached for his pocket and mindlessly picked up. "Troy."
"Baby, do you know what time it is!"
Troy jerked to the voice on the line and looked at his watch. It was a quarter past seven. "I'm sorry Sharpay, really I been driving for hours I just pulled into the gas station."
"You forgot about me." she said with a pouty voice.
Troy rolled his eyes and leaned against the truck as it filled up. "Shar, I didn't forget, I'm just not going to talk and drive."
"Well I'll have you know that daddy is talking to the people who work for the Lakers and word is there looking for the next big college star." She said excitedly.
"Sharpay, I've been thinking."
"Oh brother, here we go." Her voice was distant.
"It's just that I was thinking about all the other things that I'm good at and I was thinking about advertisement or maybe even engineering?" he said with a smile.
"Your good at basketball." She said in a bored tone.
"Well yeah for now, but I don't want to play basket ball forever." He said with a shrug. "I want a career you know."
"A career!?!? Troy basket ball is a career, remember the plan." She said with a high voice. "you and me married and you a big time basketball star while I make movies." She added.
"But i-"
"You're just tired, and scared." She said with a sigh. "Take a few days and just breath, I'm sure you'll be fine silly."
"Shar do you love me?" after he said it there was a pause on the other line.
"What kind of question is that?"
"The Yes or No kind Shar." He said looking at the sale price as it rose.
"Well of course I do, Troy we're going to get married."
"Why?"
"Because I'm head cheerleader and your captain of the basket ball team hello we east high cutest couple." She said a bit panicked.
"That not love Shar that a popularity contest."
"is this because of that geek your with?" Sharpay said as if whispering into the phone.
"No it's not because of Gabriella." he said with a strong tone on her name.
"Look I understand that it's been a while and that she all pure and proper." She said there was a pause and she took a deep breath. "I'll understand if you do… I mean couples go through this all the time in Hollywood I can look the other way."
"That's not what I'm asking." Troy said into the phone as he looked over at Gabriella who was making her way back to the truck. "If I wanted to fuck someone I wouldn't ask your permission, and I would never want either one of us to be okay with looking the other way."
"Well then what do you want me to say about it Troy." she said with a cry. "I don't want you to fuck that little two timing geek."
"She's not geek and for the last time this has nothing to do with her. Leave her out of it." he said letting go of the pump. Running a hand through his hair he turned away so Gabriella wouldn't see him. "If you cared about me, you'd care about what I want for my future and not just about your twisted pipe dream."
"Then make a plan Troy, do something, make a move because from where I am all your doing is waiting till someone says jump."
"Then listen to this." he said wiping his mouth. "We're over."
"You are not breaking up with me over the phone."
Troy pressed the end button and shoved the phone in his pocket. After a moment of silence he kicked the tire and let out a groan.
"It's not that expensive." Gabriella said as she walked over to the pump and read off the price "50 dollars and we been driving three days." She said cocking her head to the side.
Troy let out a sigh and took the pump out. he didn't want to talk, nor did he want to see her. Reaching for his wallet he walked around her and walked to the store.
Gabriella rolled her eyes and watched as he disappeared. "Boys." She said with a sigh. Opening the door she picked up her cell phone from her bag and dialed her mother's number.
"Hey mom."
"Oh my god, I've missed you so much what has been like, did you like Scottsdale?"
"No, or this last one either." Gabriella said leaning against the truck. "I'm set on Stanford."
"How is Troy doing?"
"I don't know." Gabriella picked up the window clear and began to clean the wind shield. "He's mad right now about something but I swear I had nothing to do with it this time."
"This time?" Her mother voice turned firm.
"Don't worry I've been a doll ever since the bar thing I told you about." She said with a sigh. "I think it's the heat." She said using her arm to wipe some of the sweat from her brow.
"You guys shouldn't be in a hot car all day."
"Well whatever it is I'm sure he'll snap out it soon." Gabriella said walking around to get the other side. "I call you at the next stop."
"Okay remembers to take pictures."
"I will." Gabriella said with a smile. As soon as she was done she hung up the phone and though it on the seat.
When Troy got back to the car Gabriella simply got in and remained quiet. He was still fuming and he chucked his phone into the glove compartment. Gabriella didn't say a word, she only sat and watched as he put the car in drive and they went on their way. She didn't know if there were going to stop at the circled motel on the map or if he was so mad he'd drive past it but she didn't want to ask either instead she plugged in her iPod.
"Put your headsets on." He said in a low voice.
"Okay." She said bringing her bag up on the seat with her. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"No."
Gabriella took a deep breath and took out her notebook as well. Might as well dream a little.
"You don't know how dangerous I can be for you" he said as he angled his shot the lean muscles in his arms flexed as he angled his aim, then with one stroke hit the ball. Her eyes jumped to the table just in time to see the two stripes make it in the left corner pocket. For a moment he let a satisfied smirk play on the corner of his lips, but as soon as it appeared it was gone.
"That's the point" she said silently to herself "well I've always been drawn to danger?" her voice was low and sultry. She watched as his jaw clenched and he took another shot, only this time he got nothing. Taking a moment to study the table Amanda positioned herself in front of him. Bending her body over the tables edge as she took her shot. She always liked the game; something about it just reeked of sexuality and foreplay. As she aimed her cue she felt his eyes on her ass burning a hole through her skirt and slowly caressing it with his eyes.
"Hasn't anyone ever told you that you shouldn't play with fire?" his voice was filled with a husky tone. With a small thrust Amanda taped the ball and shot a solid reeling into right hand pocket. She smile in triumph "some like it hot" she said setting up for her next shot.
"And just how hot are we talking about?" he whispered in her ear. Amanda was unaware that he had come up so close behind her. Turning around she faced him daring him with her eyes to touch her. His body came up close to hers backing her into the table and boxing her in by placing his arms on either side of her. Overwhelmed by his scent she slowly let the table become her support no longer trusting her legs to hold her up. Slowly his eyes came down to her lips, his own forming a smile of wicked intentions. She wanted him more then she had ever wanted a man before and something about the way he looked at her made her skin blaze with the craving for his touch.
Gabriella looked up as soon as she noticed he pulled over. "What's wrong." she said pulling the headsets out of her ears.
"You want to drive?" he said looking at her with a weak smile.
Gabriella looked at him then at the road before them, and then she looked back at him. "Are we in trouble?"
"No." he said with a laugh as his hands slid off the steering wheel.
"Then why are you asking if I want to drive?"
"Wasn't that are deal?" he said looking at her with a stronger smile now.
Gabriella took a breath and then nodded. "Okay I can drive."
Troy undid his seat belt and got out of the truck allowing her to just move over as he walked around to the passenger side. When he got in he took hold of her iPod and plugged it in. "I'll DJ for a while and you can drive for a while." He said leaning back in the seat.
Gabriella took a deep breath and adjusted her mirrors. "Where am I going?"
"Straight down the highway till you hit motel 6" he said looking at the map real quick.
Putting the truck in drive she moved on to the high way and slowly eased into traffic. Troy nodded in approval as she drove for a while and then he looked down at her iPod. Moving through it he went through her playlist. Her playlist were pretty self explanatory, Writing music, Sleeping soundtrack, Driving music, and Jogging music. Selecting her Jogging music he waited as the sound filtered through the radio.
Between you and I,
And the starlight of the sky,
Nothin' and no one would ever know,
Galaxies high, you take me so fully,
As we jive through tonight,
Holdin' nothin' from eyes,
Gabriella made a small moan of pleasure as she tilted her head and slowly began to sing along.
All I ever need, is you to take this crown,
Just lay me down,
All I have, is you to pull me through
This world that I'm in, my love,
Between you and I Just you and I, Just you and I
Baby, Just can't stop lovin' you,
Your kisses, are haunting my head
Between you and I darlin',
Nothin' could get better baby,
I just love when you call me lady,
oh ya know that drives me crazy
He like the song it was soft and mellow.
Violets are blue,
'N' every color, brings remnants of you,
Reach up and touch what you can feel,
Captivated, so surreal,
Drowning inside,
Of your soul that runs so deep,
As I'm lying here beside you, Infatuated, I'm so weak
Troy was looking out the window listening to the music when Gabriella spoke.
"How did your parents meet?" she asked checking her speed.
"he was voted class clown and she was most likely to succeed." Troy smiled as the memory came to him about the story he'd heard ever he could remember. "My mom said she knew when he touched her hand."
"How?"
"She said she had to look to see if it was still there." He said with a smile. "They retell the story a lot." He said leaning back.
"My mom met my dad at the hospital she was taking residency at, he was a doctor." After she spoke there was silence.
"What's the last thing you remember about him?"
"The day he died." Gabriella said pushing herself up a bit. "I mean I remember very little because I was so young but I don't think I can ever forget the day he died."
"What happened?"
"He was holding on by a thread. So I climbed into the hospital bed and mom stood on the side of the bed holding his hand and we told him how much we loved him, how much we'd miss him and after I gave him a kiss the last thing I heard was the Machine."
Troy was quite. Gabriella wiped away a tear and smiled as she continued to watch the road.
"I'm sorry." He said after a while.
"Don't be, things happen for a reason, I think that god had a plan for him." she said with smile. "Just like he has a plan for us."
Troy smiled and he turned to look out the window.
