As I let the icy water run over my body, my mind always wandered back to Troy's amazing lips, the way they felt against mine. But in my opinion, it felt like it only lasted for a millisecond, it was really fast. One minute it was there, next it was gone. I knew he felt it was wrong, if I wasn't still in shock, I would have told him it was the most amazing kiss I'd ever had, but he left just as the shock drained from my body. I hated him for making me feel this way. I would give absolutely anything to feel his lips again, against mine, warm, soft, and… I couldn't find the right words, they were utterly indescribable. I closed my eyes and tried to push everything about him out of my head.
I stepped out of the tub after a solid 5 minute shower of ice cold water. I grabbed my cream towel and wrapped it tightly around my body. I dried my hair a couple of times before I opened the bathroom door and peered out into the empty hallway. Everyone else had already set off for the bonfire-party-thing. I opened the door to my bedroom, and without bothering to close the door, I skipped –and slid, but did not fall – to my dresser and began taking comfortable clothes out.
"Gabby, hurry up and get dressed, we're waiting!" I heard Taylor call. Slipping on a pair of gray sweats and a tank-top, I pulled my hair into a loose ponytail and stepped into Chad's room.
"What are you doing in here?" I asked Taylor. She paused from halfway through searching his top drawer. I kicked aside an empty pizza box, before "trying" to make my way towards Taylor, avoiding the many "unknown" obstacles littering the floor. I picked up what looked like a white shirt with yellow stains from his bed and held it at arms length. Something that looked like a green chilli-cheese dog fell out from one of the sleeves and fell with a loud "SPLAT" on the floor. I dropped the shirt and took a cautious step back.
"Chad owes me $20, and he's always coming up with excuses as to why he doesn't have my money, so I'm taking something of value to him until he can find the money to pay up his debt." She explained. She lifted a pair of pink; unicorn patterned boxers and waved them in front of my face, laughing like a maniac. "I thought Bolton was lying all those times, but it doesn't seem so." Stuffing the boxers back in the drawer she turned to me, "Speaking of Bolton, what happened when we left, you guys were really quiet?" she stared at me with the "tell me everything" look. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks, and I looked away from her and pretended to be interested in a bowl of mousse, with raisins sitting on top of a "#8" WILDCATS jersey.
"Hey, what about his basketball?" I suggested in an attempt to change the subject from me.
"No, how do you expect me to get that, he carries it wherever he goes. And do not change the subject." Taylor snapped, eyeing the mousse. "Who puts raisins in chocolate mousse… and why are they mov… okay that is sick. It's only been like two weeks, I'm not even going to go there. Tell me what happened with you and Troy." She spoke in an ordering tone.
"Do tell, I'm waiting." I heard a different voice speak. Sharpay strutted into the room, holding a familiar looking WILDCATS hoodie and a pair of boxer shorts. I narrowed my eyes at her.
"Have you been going through Troy's under wear drawer?" I accused, curious, and also in an attempt to drive the accusations from. She feigned hurt and gave off her signature pout,
"Me, going through a guy's underwear?! I'm hurt, how could you think such a thing?" She gasped, she held Troy possessions up and smiled devilishly, "What's say we have a little fun with the boys, huh, girls?"
"I like the way you think." Taylor said from behind me. I hesitated, Troy had been exceptionally nice to me lately, "Come on, Gabriella, have a little fun. 'He who hesitates is lost'" she said in a warning tone, wagging her index finger like a nagging mother.
"Or 'she'" Taylor muttered, picking out a green vest from Chad's drawer, and held it close to her nose. She made a gagging sound and threw it back in the already cramped drawer.
"What about the bonfire thing?" I asked cautiously. Sharpay waved her hands dramatically.
"Oh, screw that, we've got bigger fire wood to burn"
"The term is 'bigger fish to fry'." Taylor corrected, pushing the open drawer shut with her knuckles. I had a sudden idea.
"You know what, count me in." I smirked, glaring at the hoodie in Sharpay's thin fingers. She held up her hand, close to my face.
"Up top, girlfriends." She jeered, her smile broadening. I gave her a high five, and so did Taylor. "Operation 'GTB' is in action."
"What exactly is that?" Taylor asked. Sharpay shrugged, smiling playfully.
"I don't know."
A/N: Help, with any prank ideas, or anything the girls can use.