This...isn't what he was expecting. His body locks up in all joints as soon as her lips touch his in a blinding and side tracking kiss; her bloody palm still clutched tightly in his own hand, but then she starts drawing circles on his chest. A ripple shudders through him...God! His muscles relax, his hand releases her wrist and then they wrap around her waist.
The dress, belongs to Mara obviously, but it's...complimentary on her. He especially likes what it does to her breasts, but he suspects that Chad and Michael have stared at her too; until Michael gets hit on the head with the sharp sting of his wife's backhand. "Hmm," Gabriella moans, her eyes are closed as she feels Troy's tongue sweep over her lips, she pulls back slightly. Her eyes flinging open.
"What...your tongue?" he chuckles hollowly, leaning on the table of tools. "Your ...that's not decent."
"Nor is it decent to be forward in your actions." Troy says smugly, she narrows her eyes at him, her mouth flopping open.
"I was NOT forward-"
"Throwing yourself at me isn't forward?" Troy retorts, Gabriella scoffs and rolls her eyes.
"I was NOT forward, and I didn't throw myself at you-"
"kissing me isn't throwing yourself?"
"I couldn't...I..I-I...oh!" she stomps foot, glaring heatedly at him as he lazily smiles at her with amused eyes. He chuckles again. "You want me to clean your hand?"
"No." Gabriella says, grasping it. She wants him to A LOT more than clean her hand, but she doesn't dare share those thoughts with anyone. "I'd rather just go around bleeding-"
"-and risk infection and fever." Troy finishes, standing straight and walking forward; causing Gabriella to step back, her eyes train on his, and his are entrancing...she can't look away if she tries.
"I'll be fine..." she mumbles, feeling behind her, but he catches her hands, "Really..I'll be..."
"infection. fever." Troy says huskily, like soft psalms being whispered in her ears to seduce her. She gulps down a breath as she feels heat rise to her cheeks, why is he making her act like...like...like a nervous, anxious London school girl? He brings her fingers to his lips, touching them softly, she tugs them away but he holds tight and looks at her through thick lashes. "Let me at least clean them.."
She gulps again, "I..I-I...my mother, I should see what...how she is and...the Danforth's..they would be looking for me-" her speech is halted by his lips catching hers and making them dance with his in a slow tango of heat and passion. His hands resting on her waist, soon are on her hips, she moans softly. Chuckling, Troy pulls away and leans his forehead on hers, "was that a 'decent' kiss for you?" he asks. Suddenly, her glazed over eyes pops open and she shoves him off and away from her. He stumbles very little.
"What...what are you-I have to leave.." she straightens her dress, nearly running to the door of the barn, Troy catches her elbow when he chases after her.
"Gabriella.." he says, she gulps, feeling a lump in her throat that she hasn't the foggiest of why it's there in the first place. "Look at me..please." she turns her head only 90 degrees. He gulps at the sudden emotion in his throat; he shakes his head to clear it, "what...why are you out here?" She bites her lip, looking down to prevent a sudden rush of tears..
Why does she feel like crying?
"Be-because...I'm..."
"What?"
"I'm betrothed..." Troy looks at her, then he remembers..
"to me-"
"No," she shakes her head, turning her full eyes on him. Her hand going to rest on his cheek, "Troy Bolton died ...10 years ago ...remember? You made that clear this afternoon..."
"Gabri-" her finger of her injured hand went to his lips, silencing him. "I'm betrothed to Perry...your cousin.." his eyes widened, his lips hardened into a line as he moved his face away from her finger.
"You're betrothed to me. I'm still alive." she sighs, smiling sadly, "and I never lost faith that you were...but, you could've come back-why didn't you?"
Troy looks at her, his eyes hardening, "reasons."
"What reasons?" he shakes his head, moving away from her. "You wouldn't understand."
"What wouldn't I understand-"
"You just wouldn't..." he goes back to his tool table, leaning against it as he picks up his widdling tools to continue what he was doing. Gabriella swallows the still present lump and walks forward, resting a hand on his bare bicep; but he flinches away. She feels her heart sink to her stomach, "you can tell me any-" Whirling around, his eyes are burning,
"Just leave it Gabriella!" he yells, "you wouldn't understand! I couldn't return then and I can't return now!"
"Why?" She yells back, crossing her arms over her chest; curses, the bodices is pulled down by the action and more of her cleavage is exposed. Troy feels the front of his trew's slightly bulge in the front.
Damn. Damn. Damn!
"You just...just leave Gabriella! Go to the castle! Go to Perry! Marry him! I don't give a shit! Just...leave me and don't ask again!" Nothing can ever describe the sinking feeling that envelopes her as she feels her eyes tear up, and her lips trembling.
"Troy Bolton..whether you like it or not, you are the prince and rightful king to the throne-"
He shakes his head, "No, you still don't get it-"
"You don't have to accept the throne, but at least accept who you are...or maybe you've forgotten." Before he can say anything as a come back or a retort, she turns on her heel, lifting the hem of her dress up so she doesn't trip over it and walks out of the barn, back to the cottage. Troy just watches her, until her silhouette disappears behind the door-also hearing; temporarily; the clatter of arguing going on inside before she shut the door behind her. He couldn't go back to the castle, there were reasons why he couldn't...he just...he couldn't.
She doesn't understand! Wouldn't understand!
Why does it seem like I'm just making excuses? He growls, slamming the door to the barn and punching his fists through the wall; making at least two huge holes and causing his knuckles to split open and bleed. His life was just fine! For 10 years! Everything was great! Why'd she have to come here and...and...and...make him want her?
What?
"He's...is he okay?" Sharpay asks, the sun was well down; the stars like diamonds against the black velvet sky. Perry nods, "yeah he's fine, no broken ribs, but they are bruised..." Sharpay squeezes Rion's hand and runs her fingers through his hair.
"I'm staying with him." Perry sighs, covering Rion with a blanket, "he's perfectly safe out here-"
"I'm staying...me and Rion, we're seldom apart y'see?" Perry nods again, "okay...but you'll have to sleep-"
"On the floor. I'm just not going into the castle after what your father-"
"what's he done?" he sounds so surprised, he was not planning it as well? Sharpay shakes her head, looking at her brother.
"I just want to stay away from him..." she looks up at him, "how is your father and you his son? Your nothing alike..perhaps years ago, but not now." Perry smiles, walking over to her and embracing her in a hug.
"I thank you for saying such kind words, in truth...if any one thought me to be like him, I'd be shamed and embarrassed."
"I can see why...he's a-a...a...a monster." 'monster'? Why does she think this way? What has his father done to her? He'll find out soon enough, his father won't have have to say a word; Perry will sleuth it out of the bastard king himself.
"So..." Willie says, leaning against the wall, "about Rion, what do you want to do?" the room is dark, and the curtains on all the windows are closed to give everything an ominous feeling. Sebastian plays with the Newton balls that sit on the desk, he's avoiding eye contact-maybe, perhaps, his eye still is stinging and swollen from Sharpay's saliva inside it. The little witch.
"I think..." Sebastian starts, "Rion isn't the only weak link in your...trio." Willie narrows his eyes, crossing his arms over his burly chest.
"If your talking about my sister-"
"She's a spit fire...but I also think she's possessed with the anti-Christ."
"What do you-"
"she speaks in tongues...I've seen her glow and fly over this kingdom." Sebastian, as a child, loved spinning tall tales; it was and still is his favourite pasttime.
"She can't fly or glow-"
"Blast it!" he yells, thrusting himself upward, glaring at the man. "Your sister is a cursed witch from hell! Rion is a victim of her dark magic! Both must be done away with!"
