TROY

Zeke was back out the door in a flash. It was as if whatever was going on between Sharpay and I didn't really matter to him. At least, not anymore. He used be the green eyed monster when it came to Sharpay. If anyone even looked at her the wrong way, he was going all ape shit on them. Maybe he was finally over her. Probably not, but maybe…

I decided this would be the best time to finish my latest proposition. By proposition I mean Sharpay. I wasn't sure why I was so attracted to her at the moment. Sure, she was always gorgeous in my eyes. I had fallen pretty hard for her. All those old, familiar feelings I had hidden away were resurfacing. I couldn't say no to pretty brown eyes.

I had pinned her back down on Zeke's bed, choosing to not talk about Zeke's unexpected pop in.

I could tell millions of questions were swimming through Sharpay's head. About Zeke. About me and my bizarre behavior…

She didn't voice her thoughts as I dipped down to kiss her lips.

"Troy." She interrupted, breaking the kiss. "Your ass is vibrating."

I hadn't realized my cell phone had been vibrating in my back pocket for the last minute and a half. Or maybe I chose to ignore it, not wanting to break such sexual tension. I may have been just a horny eighteen year old, wanting to get off. Or maybe I remembered how good the sex was between Sharpay and I. Hot, steamy, erotic. Kinky…

I had to keep it in my pants for a minute as I answered my cell phone, grudgingly.

"Troy?" A sweet, angel's voice played on the other line.

My throat went dry. Gabriella.

All of a sudden, doing things with Sharpay didn't seem so appealing. Disregarding Sharpay's pleas for me to stay, I put on my jeans and shirt and walked out of Zeke's bedroom, a complete fool for the girl who just called my phone.

Man, I was a little bitch.

I figured she realized she was too good for me, that I was an ass like everybody said. That would have been the easy way out. I didn't want to admit that I was falling really hard for her. I hadn't fallen since Sharpay, and I was still recovering from that whole episode. (As you could tell earlier)

"Hey… what's up?"

"Hey Troy… I'm so sorry; I hope I wasn't interrupting anything."

Yeah. I wasn't. I was about to make a huge mistake, hadn't she called. This is why I never drink tequila. Even Chad knew that. He should've stepped in. Usually he was my chaperone. I know, it sounds lame. But best friends do that shit for each other.

"No… just, you know my head in a good book, that's all." I lied.

To any other person, that would've sounded like a good joke coming from my mouth. To Gabriella, I just wanted to impress her, for her to think I'm not a complete moron despite my constant mood swings.

"Books and Troy Bolton? Hmm, that's interesting. I just called to… well, apologize. For being such an ass earlier."

"Gabriella, its fine…"

"No. It's not. I was a complete jerk to you. Just because something was going on I completely blew you off without an excuse or anything. I could have at least explained…"

I knew it was inhumane of Gabriella to not feel bad after blowing me off completely.

"An excuse would've helped, but it's all good, Gabriella. Shit happens."

"You know, it's pathetic. I was sitting there, thinking of who I wanted to talk to. Kelsi and Ryan… no. TJ… no. I just wanted to talk to you. Because you're so easy to talk to. I'm not sure why… out of all people, I wanted to tell you."

At her words, I felt a little overjoyed but I kept that to myself. Guys aren't supposed to feel all mushy and shit over the little things.

"You can tell me anything." I told her, honestly.

"In that case… would it be totally forward of me to ask you if you'd be willing to hang out?"

She wanted to hang out with me? Still?

"When?" How high? I'll jump.

"… Fifteen minutes?" Damn, that was really pushing it. I had Sharpay all naked and sexy waiting for me in Zeke's room.

Well, I could always go fast. Sometimes faster is better. Especially when it's a one-time thing.

Hell no. I couldn't do that. Not with Gabriella on my mind.

"Yeah, that's fine."

"OK. I'll see you in a few?" I could imagine the smile on her beautiful face.

"Alright, see ya."

Slapping my forehead brutally, I hit the end key on my cell phone and headed back into Zeke's room. Fortunately for me, Sharpay wasn't naked. Instead, she was getting dressed. Almost fully dressed actually.

"Shar?" I was a little confused.

"You know, I never cheated on you, Troy." She suddenly blurted out, hazy brown eyes boring into my soul.

This confession shocked me. The main reason we broke up was because she told me she had cheated on me. With Zeke, as a matter of fact.

"What? What the hell, Sharpay?"

She was putting one of her heels on. "It was like… every girl sat there, drooling over you. They would tell me all these things like, 'you better appreciate Troy, he's a good guy', or 'Troy's so hot, do you never get sick of looking at him?' Guys would tell me you looked at other girls, and they'd always make snarl comments about how one day I'd realize you're too much. And you were. You were just… too much."

"Too much? What? Because I did everything a good boyfriend should do? I fucking busted my balls for you – bringing you teddy bears, candy. I would buy you expensive jewelry on our anniversary or your birthday and you wouldn't get me anything!" Now I was getting pissed off.

"Troy… please. You were a god in this school, still are. Everybody wants you. There are hot girls everywhere begging for you to sleep with them. And now, it's like you don't even have the gall to tell them no. You've lived a hell lot more now then you ever have,"

"And I knew it. I knew when I let you go; you could live your life. You could go out to parties and not feel like an old man married for the rest of his life. I had to be a perfect person to date you. I had to avoid skanky clothes because people would say, 'Why would Troy date a slut?' I had to avoid being a bitch to people. You know how hard that was? That goes against my religion!"

I chuckled and looked down. "You shouldn't have felt that way, Shar. I never wanted a perfect girlfriend. That's so boring. I liked you because you're feisty and you don't give a damn what anyone thinks. The fact that you cared so much what people thought when we were together… I guess I get why we broke up. I just can't believe you'd lie about you and Zeke. I whooped his ass so many times because I thought you two fucked each other."

She rolled her eyes. "I know. We were talking but… he was only there for me, trying to make me feel better when the whole world was out to destroy my relationship with you. He was a good friend."

I felt like I got played. I literally had spent months of my life being pissed at one of my good friends, assuming he did things with my girlfriend. When really, Sharpay just couldn't handle being my girlfriend. I didn't really get her perspective though. Why would she feel the need to be someone she wasn't just to make me happy? No wonder I was miserable so much in our relationship. She had changed. She became this faultless robot, who let anyone walk all over her. The Sharpay I knew would've put someone in their place.

"I'm sorry." I looked into her deep brown eyes. "You should've told me."

"I know." Her voice cracked with emotion. "I regret it every day."

If there was one thing I had a weakness for, it was girls crying. And seeing Sharpay break down into a weeping mess just made me heartbroken. The whole time I had been her boyfriend or just been friends with her, I had never seen her cry. She was strong and stubborn when it came to showing emotion. She hated to look vulnerable. And right now, she was vulnerable. Because of me.

Guilt rushed through me, though I wasn't sure why. I never did anything to hurt her. I was always there for her and like I had mentioned, I busted my ass to be a good boyfriend to her. She was the only girl I really catered to in spite of how she treated me. I always thought she was high maintenance because nothing ever made her happy. It wasn't like that. I just didn't make her happy. She needed to be with someone who has less of an audience, someone who isn't constantly scrutinized.

Instantly, I wondered if Gabriella would feel the same way. She liked to be alone, to be left by herself. She didn't like being under a spotlight. She must hate being around me.

Reality set in and I remembered there was a sobbing girl in front of me. I gave her a hug, trying to make her feel better.

"Don't regret it, Shar. Things happen for a reason. I know I felt something tonight, between us. I have a feeling you did too."

She nodded in my chest.

"Just because we felt something, doesn't mean we need to explore it."

"That's 'cuz you're in love with Gabriella."

Love seemed like a strong word.

"I wouldn't say love; she doesn't even look at me like that. Anyways, you and I both know I'm more focused on school and basketball than anything else. I have college to worry about. Relationships are just…complicated."

I discontinued the hug, holding her by the shoulders. She was broken. She looked as if she had just lost something great to her, like something had died. Man, I felt like shit. Did she really love me still?

Yeah. I never noticed it before.

"I know. You're busy." She mumbled.

"You know that if I ever need any favors… sexual favors, I'll come to you." I gave her a soft smile and a wink.

She dithered slightly, the frown on her face weakening.

"You are one of the sexiest girls in East High. Flaunt it, Shar. And don't let any guy take advantage of you."

She swallowed. "Thanks Troy."

By the time I abandoned Zeke's house party, I had to speed down the road. I was worried Gabriella would think I stood her up. Sharpay was a mess when I left her but she definitely wasn't crying anymore so that was a plus.

She said she would text me later about everything which kind of struck a nerve. I didn't want to go on and on about a relationship that ended so long ago on such a short notice. Things were okay now. Sharpay and I were fine. I was cool with the fact that she lied to me and pretended she cheated on me with Zeke. Shockingly. Fine.

Maybe that made me an idiot.

I had memorized Gabriella's address which was kind of obsessive-stalker like if you ask me. Whatever. There were rumors going around like crazy about how I had my eyes set on her. She already knew how I felt. At least, I think she did.

By time I was at her doorstep, I was shaking inside. The house was like a castle. I remember she told me her parents were pretty wealthy. Pretty, that didn't even sum this up. This had to been worth at least a million. Definitely one of the nicest houses I've seen in Albuquerque. If Sharpay or one of the cheerleaders would stumble upon Gabriella's wealth, she'd be instantly invited into the club.

I knew Gabriella wasn't like that though – she didn't care about materials or things. She didn't care what anyone thought of her. She just wanted to live her life and be independent. This was one thing that just amazed me about her.

When she answered the door, all thoughts were lost. My brain turned into mush. She looked beautiful. Dark curly hair, the tips a chocolate brown, along with sparkling eyes. She wore a simple sweater and a pair of jeans that accommodated her curves. I had never seen her so put together. She was always such a natural, but with a little make up and some extra hair product, she was… a goddess.

She was smirking. "New hair style?"

I chuckled, nervously. "I was going for a GQ model. Fail?"

"No, no. Very GQ. Very Troy Bolton also."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No. It's a good thing."

"Well…. You look great. Like a goddess. I've never seen one before, but I'm sure there's one that looks just like you. Seriously. You look… wow." I was rambling again, something I often did when I was around her.

She just gave me a sweet smile. "Thank you, Troy. Are you going to come in?"

I just nodded, following behind her.

Her house was, like I described, a mansion. We entered through what I figure was a foyer. There was a long, spiral staircase that I guessed lead to the bedrooms upstairs. Everything was ivory, like something you'd see in a designer's magazine. The floors were tiled, the ceiling was high. There was a chandelier hanging from the top. It was like a maze you could get lost in if you stared long enough.

"Want a tour?" She had a small grin on her face, like an excited kid who just got some ice-cream.

No wonder she loved being alone. I would love being alone here too. It was a palace.

I followed behind her as she showed me the living-room with its plasma television with several remote controls. There was a collection of at least a million DVD's lined up nearby that she said I would get to choose from later. Cool. Seeing some badass war movies and action flicks definitely seemed to pique my interest. I knew I'd have to choose a chick movie though just for her sake. Just to make her happy. Everything was organized and in place, minus the box set of Grey's Anatomy that sat on the coffee table and Never Been Kissed was on the top of the Blu-ray player.

I had to suppress a chuckle. How cute was that?

"So, are you gonna go into the medical field one day too?"

I asked as we passed a hallway filled with her parent's degrees and awards – PHD, Master's Degree, Bachelor's. Then there were some photos of the two with their white coats on, smiling for the press. They must have been talented.

"Hell no. I mean, it's a cool job, what my parents do… but I also want a life one day." She gave me a small smile as we continued on to the kitchen.

Again, everything was spotless. Gabriella must have been a neat freak, a perfectionist.

"So what was it you wanted to talk to me about?" I asked as she finished the tour, taking us back to the living-room.

Her face darkened at the question and I suddenly regretted asking the question.

She swallowed and took a seat on the couch. I followed her suit.

"You remember that little boy I told you I babysit from time to time, Jacob?"

Jacob. His name was Jacob?

"Yeah."

"Well… just the other night, he was with his grandparents. They're such nice people, you know. And his mother and father… my parents have known them since high school. My parents would do anything for them. But you know that small plantation, not too far from your house?"

I wasn't going to play stupid and say I didn't know. Of course I knew. I was tortured every other day of my life at that plantation. It was haunted. Cursed.

Ignoring the lump that had built up in my throat, I nodded my head.

"Well, Jacob had run off to catch the ice-cream truck that day. It just took a second. One second and…" She looked to her feet, her face filled with concern and angst. "He vanished."

Jacob. I knew… I knew. Damn it, I knew.

Although I hadn't ate a thing in days, my stomach churned. Horribly. I could smell the blood, I could see Jacob's tears and the way his eyes looked when he went through such pain. I had known what happened to Jacob. And I couldn't tell Gabriella.

I couldn't find the words. I had jumped up from the couch and darted into the bathroom she had shown me earlier. I know I was being rude but I couldn't hold myself together. I was kneeled down by the toilet. I knew it was coming. I had to deny the tears that wanted to fall from my eyes even though it burned. Jacob was dead. Because of me. He was dead.

Dead. No, Troy, keep it together.

I couldn't throw up. Not on a date. Not when I wanted to kiss this girl. I couldn't do that to her. To myself. I wasn't going to fuck up that bad. She probably already thought I was crazy. Still, she wanted to get involved. Maybe she was crazy herself.

I checked my cell phone. As usual, my dad was blowing up my phone. He always wanted me home, like I was some little kid who couldn't be trusted. He must have been drunk because his texts were all sloppy. I rolled my eyes. Typical. He was always drunk these days. Sara had brought out the best in him.

I ran my hands through my hair and decided I should go back to Gabriella. I felt like such a jerk leaving in the middle of such an important conversation. I couldn't even explain why I left. I'd have to think up a genius lie as always. I hated lying to Gabriella; it was like lying to God. She was a saint. She deserved someone who told the truth.

She was still on the couch when I came back to her. She looked a little confused. Still uptight over the whole Jacob thing and I just made things worse.

"Are you alright? You just darted out of here like you seen a ghost. You're so pale." She said, examining my face.

I must have looked sick. I felt sick.

"I know. I'm… sorry. I just… had to sneeze, didn't wanna be rude. But what you were telling me… it's just horrific."

I wanted to distract her from the subject of me. My lunacy.

"I know. I was doing research and I guess kids disappear all the time at that plantation. Did you know?"

"No, no idea." Yet I could hear the screaming echoing in my head, in my nightmares.

"I'm really worried."

"I'm sure things will be fine." I lied through gritted teeth as I noted the lines forming across her forehead. Jacob was really important to her.

"I know. I'm being silly. Just my parents would be crushed if something happened and they didn't know about it. Mr. and Mrs. Anderson are like family to them."

"You could call them." I suggested, trying not to get too personal.

"I might." Gabriella breathed out heavily. "Let's talk about happy things though. Like… basketball. Are you excited for the tournament?"

A smile formed across my face. "Psyched. Completely and utterly psyched."

"I bet. I really hope I didn't take you away from anything important earlier. You're just so easy to talk to. I'm not sure why. I guess because you've never judged me. You never judge anyone."

If only she knew why I never judged anyone…

I still felt a little guilty about the whole Sharpay thing, especially when I was receiving little beeps every few minutes from Sharpay herself, apologizing for fucking up our 'new found friendship' as she worded it. Evidently her confessing she never cheated was just a whole new level of drama. Honestly, I could give two shits less. That was a while ago. I was over it all. She acted like it was life-changing for me. Sure, in my heart there'd always be a spot for Shar, and yeah, my penis may do some bizarre things when she's around… but I knew it was over.

All I really wanted was to get off.

I knew Gabriella wasn't that type of girl and I've been obsessing over this date for the past few days. I was a moron. An idiotic, horny moron who needed a girl to do shit with him so he'd feel important. I was really insecure, mostly because of my second life. Because of the deaths, the nightmares, the abuse…

"So, Troy, what kind of movie did you wanna watch?" Gabriella asked, changing the subject.

I broke out of my musing and focused back on her. God, she was hot tonight. It was hard not to lose myself. I was dying to run my hands through her hair and memorize the curves in her hips…

Sensuous. Unmanly. God. Fucking save me.

"Anything you want, really."

She rolled her eyes. "Come on."

"Seriously. You choose. I'll watch." I placed my feet playfully on her coffee table, waiting for a scornful frown.

It never came.

"I see you have a thing for Never Been Kissed. Drew Barrymore's pretty hot. You can put that in, if you want. I've never seen it. Only heard girls rave on about it."

Gabriella had already gotten up from the couch and was looking through DVD's when I said this. She turned to look at me, an almost interested expression.

"Really? I figured you'd wanna watch some beast eat man type of movie, or guy chops other guy's head off. Something gory with lots of boobs." She chuckled.

"Those movies are so lame. Don't tell anyone, but I have a thing for romances." I gave her a wink.

She didn't respond to that, only kept her eyes on my own for a second. The second seemed to last forever, neither of us uttering a word. The only sound I could hear was my heart beating loudly in my chest. Could she hear it?

I acted so smooth, but damn, I was a wreck. What if that wasn't cute or funny? What if I just made myself look like an ass?

"In that case…" She finally said, grabbing for the case of the DVD.

In a minute, she was sitting down next to me on the couch as the movie started.

"What's your favorite chick flicks?" She asked.

I didn't face her. "Oh, you know the classics. The Notebook, the Vow, Dear John. Pretty much any Channing Tatum movie."

I was joking but it seemed to make her laugh. I loved watching her. And those dimples.

"So you seen She's the Man? That's definitely my favorite."

"Amanda Bynes pretending to be a guy? Holy shit. I remember some girl and I watched that movie and I thought I was going to cry from laughing so hard. It was embarrassing because she really didn't think it was that funny."

"I know! It was hilarious. I actually recorded a scene from it on my phone and sent it to Teeg and he just made fun of me, telling me I was out of my mind. This was at three in the morning though so he kind of had a point."

I laughed. "So this TJ guy, he sounds pretty cool."

Gabriella's eyes were directed at the TV as a wistful look appeared across her face. "TJ's great. Like I mentioned before, he's like the brother I never had. Plus he's a goof. He's always doing something outrageous. He's just his own person. Kind of like you. Does his own thing."

I looked down at my vans, rubbing the back of my neck.

As we were watching, I hadn't realized how hungry I had grown over the past hour. When the room became quiet, my stomach rumbled and I knew Gabriella heard. I was kind of humiliated over the fact I hadn't ate in days. So it definitely didn't sound normal.

After what seemed like the fourth time of my face reddening, Gabriella paused the movie, looking directly at me.

"Are you hungry?"

"… Nah, I'm fine." I lied, looking away from her.

"Troy."

"Gabriella."

"Troy…"

"Gabriella…"

"Troy!"

"OK. Yeah, fine. A little bit…" I admitted, finally facing her big brown eyes. They were full of worry.

"I know you have a committed diet and everything but you really need to eat. Come on," She ushered me towards her kitchen.

I took a seat at one of the dining chairs.

"How about grilled cheese? Simple enough? Maybe a soda?"

My nose wrinkled. "Soda? I'll pass. Have any water?"

Gabriella didn't take this response lightly. She went from looking in the fridge for food to being in my face with her arms folded, a frown etched across her beautiful lips. "What, too good for soda?"

She kind of scared me when she looked like that. In a dark, sexy way though.

"I'm on a die-t"

"Uh, as of right now, you're not on a diet."

"Alright, so I'm not on a diet." I chuckled.

"Therefore, you're going to get a soda. Coke. And some grilled cheese. And you're going to devour it."

"Coke? Aw, Gabby, that's just too much. You know what's in that shit?" I hadn't realized I called her Gabby until I finished my sentence.

When I looked her way, there was a soft smile playing across her lips. The nickname was so worth it.

"Gabby? That's weird. No one's ever called me that."

"Really? Well, our society sucks then." I joked as she began to pour me a glass of Coke.

It fizzled as she set it on the table. I stared at it for a good few minutes. Hesitating. I hadn't had a coke in what seemed like ages. I knew they were bad for you. I always tried to stay away from the unhealthy foods. Coke was just empty calories, nothing good in it whatsoever. Yeah, I may sound like an old fart, but what the fuck ever. I wasn't about to gain ten pounds over one glass of coke.

I finally took a swig, watching Gabriella as she prepared grilled cheese. I was completely mesmerized by her and the way her hair bounced across her back when she moved just the slightest bit. And the way her eyebrows creased when she was concentrating. For some reason, she took a lot of pride in this process and wanted to put just the right amount of cheese on my sandwich. I found myself kind of in a daze as I watched her, my fingers lazily stroking my chin.

God, I couldn't take it anymore. When she lit up the oven, I was ready. Although the soda tasted so good since I never had one, I was over it. All I wanted was Gabriella.

She was so involved in flipping the grilled cheese she didn't even notice me as I slipped out of the dining chair and approached her from behind. My breath was hot on her back when I noticed small Goosebumps appearing across her neck. She knew I was here now. The pan she was using was now just sitting on the stove, cooking by itself. I could see her eyes attempting to find me. My arms wrapped around her stomach, and I was kissing her neck when she turned around, brown eyes meeting blue.

Not a second later I had her pressed against the wall, my tongue finding her own in a lather of passionate kisses. She was so hard up against the wall; I was convinced I was hurting her. It didn't matter though. My hands tangled through her hair, this was wild. And then I couldn't control them as they moved from the bottom of her hips to the top of her tiny breasts. She made the cutest sounds when I did this, like she wanted to stop me but there was no control left on her side either.

The chemistry between us was insane. I never realized how much I could feel kissing one woman. How much I wanted to just flip her over and carry her to her own bedroom and show her what real passion was like, what real sex was like. But I knew Gabriella wasn't like that. She was a good girl. And I didn't want to scare her away; I didn't want to go too fast on her. For some reason, I cared what she thought. I never gave a damn about any girl's thoughts, but Gabriella…

"Troy." She huffed, our lips heavy against each other. "I gotta get the grilled cheese… it's burning."

Shit. Grilled cheese. Right.

I let her go, realizing I had messed her perfect curls up. But she still looked great.

I scratched the back of my head awkwardly as she fried up the grilled cheese sandwich and put it on a plate. I hadn't realized she had made me two as she plopped the plate down on the table.

The room filled with silence.

Unsure what to say, I decided to take a seat and try some of her sandwich.

"Wow…" I said between bites. "This… is amazing."

It really was. And it wasn't just because I was on the verge of starving to death. Literally.

Gabriella took a seat from across from me.

"So," I began, my eyes uniting with hers. "Do I get to see your bedroom, or is that too personal?" There was a hint of mischief in my question and I was hoping to get my attitude across.

Gabriella only reddened like a school girl and could barely look at me. "Um…"

"Hey, hey. It's cool. Don't worry about it." I was a moron. A complete. Moron.

"No… it's cool. You're right. I didn't show you." The sunlight danced across her eyes from the window, making them a more crimson brown.

It took my breath away momentarily.

"Troy?" She absentmindedly pulled a curl behind her ear. "Do you want me to?"

"Of course." The plate she had given me was completely empty, after all. Only bits and pieces of bread were left over.

I didn't want to tell her that I hadn't eaten in three days or that I couldn't stomach food at all. Not until I was with her. She made me feel wholesome again, as if there wasn't a giant fissure in my intestines.

I followed behind her as we head up the spiral staircase. My jaw dropped in awe at all the fancy paintings on the wall and the family photos. Evidently at one point in time, the Montez's were very close. Closer than ever. Family cook out's, family reunions, even birthday parties and holidays. And they were smiling. Happy and content. How in the world did Gabriella's parents become some workaholics? Wasn't life always like that for doctors? Or had they not always been in the medical field? I wondered, but kept my mouth shut.

I had seen enough doctor shows and documentaries after all.

Honestly, had I wanted to be anything after college, it was definitely something in the medical field. I thought all that gory, crazy surgery shit was cool as hell. The trauma part of it seemed never ending. There was always something new. You'd never get bored working in surgery. In a way, I looked up to Gabriella's parents. But it really made me see the reality of being a doctor – there was barely room for leisure.

I guess saving lives was enough leisure for them though. I've always wanted to help people. I couldn't now, I was too helpless. But maybe one day…

Gabriella's room was kind of like a fairytale. It was pink and purple like her, with a small canopy framing her bed. There was a large television in front of her bed, along with a large closet, filled with clothes and what looked like a shoe heaven. Sure, she wasn't one for style, that didn't mean she didn't have lots of clothes.

I liked her room. It was very her. Very girly and also had a lot of books. A fucking library, I may add. I grinned at the sight of her posters of Channing Tatum on the wall. And when I knew, I fucking knew.

Realizing this, she blossomed.

I made myself at home and collapsed onto her way-too-comfortable bed. She watched me, a looked on her face I couldn't decipher. It was way sexy though. She was kind of admiring me from the doorway, musing to herself.

"Gabby?" Yeah, that nickname again. Aw, fuck it. I liked it.

I hadn't realized I was slightly dosing off at just the touch of her bed. It must have been super expensive.

"This feels incredible. I'm so fucking sore." I muttered, closing my eyes.

"Do you want me to turn on the massager?" A slight smirk appeared across her lips.

I didn't even have to answer that one. With a touch of a button, every ache and pain in my body became minimized.

Gabriella took a seat next to me, watching me in amusement as I groaned in satisfaction.

"Thanks, you're an angel."

She was an angel.

And that was all I really knew before my world blacked out.