What Lurks Under The Clothes
Woo! This chapter is cool.
No Lauren, it isn't based on the real Vanessa Hudgens!
Just some girl called Vanessa lol.
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Troy walked into homeroom the next day, filled with a glorious feeling.
Gabriella and him were working on their "project".
They had been studying the glorious subject of "What lurks under the clothes".
It was nice.
He found Gabriella standing by the door; she had nearly exactly the same grin on her face.
"Hello boyfriend." she cried enthusiastically, pulling him into her arms.
He smiled at her, making her blush excitedly.
"Under your clothes... Quite, umm, interesting." he stammered, walking her to her seat.
He sat 5 rows in front.
"Quiet Troy, people can't know." she whispered, placing her bag on the desk.
He shrugged, thinking 'why not?'.
She shook her head quickly, watching a dirty smile appear across his face.
"We're not together, remember?" she giggled, slapping his arm as if he forgot.
He had.
"But, last night...what was that then? What about - the feeling and-" Troy stammered, shaking his head at her.
She merely laughed, shaking her glorious head of hair.
"That was a taster to remember me by." she giggled, sitting down in her seat.
The "what lurks under the clothes" assignment was more Troy's idea, but Gabriella had had a heap of fun.
She couldn't wait for tonight.
It was Friday.
Who knew what could happen?
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"But, Brie, I don't want a taster. I want the real thing." he pleaded.
She shook her head firmly, staring ahead.
Mrs Darbus had just walked in.
"Troy, sit down and don't make a scene." she whispered, glaring at him softly.
He shook his head, smiling foolishly at mrs Darbus, who turned her full attention to him.
Without 'him' knowing.
"But Brie, my baby girl! I need this relationship a lot more than I need to know "what lurks under the clothes", I swear!" he yelled loudly, and a lot of the class laughed.
Mrs Darbus glowered at Gabriella and Troy, who immediately hung their heads.
"Come, come, trouble makers, and inventers of a new, and improved, 'game'." she smirked, allowing the children to chuckle under their breath.
All she had to do was stare, until Troy buckled.
You couldn't lie to Mrs Darbus.
Or stall.
He shook his head, looking at Gabriella shortly.
"Mrs Darbus, we're young and in love. When I said, umm, that, I didn't actually mean it, we were just talking about it and-" he started, looking at his shoes.
"Enough with the lies!" she boomed. "I think you two should come to E.S.D.C after school tonight." she said more quieter.
Gabriella sighed sadly, while Troy's eyebrow shot up.
"Huh?" he said loudly, and Mrs Darbus cried out in surprise.
"Mr Bolton. Don't try to, as you say, pull my leg, with this devilish plan." she bellowed, and Gabriella laughed under her breath.
Mrs Darbus made no sense sometimes.
"It stands for 'Extra Special Disorders Classes'." Gabriella whispered to him, and he chuckled.
"Seriously?!" he whispered, before turning back to Mrs Darbus. "I was pulling your leg. Of course I'm so devilish."
He shot her a heavenly smile, and Mrs Darbus blushed slightly.
"Yes. So, come to that after school today." she bellowed, sitting down by her desk.
Troy shook his head, sitting down carefully on her desk.
"Mrs Darbus, baby, come on. Now, we both know what you need a little of, so why don't we just do this and we'll all be happy?" Troy challenged happily, making Gabriella snort loudly.
Mrs Darbus gasped and went crimson, pulling her turtleneck sweater up across her cheeks.
"Troy Bolton, umm, that is unruly behaviour, umm, you are coming, and that's final." she said quietly, patting her cheeks with the backs of her hands.
Troy shrugged, smiling at Gabriella.
She made her way back to her seat, where she was next to Vanessa.
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"Hello. Did you know your mate's a cheerleader?" Vanessa whispered, placing her nail file down and leaning across the table.
Her chest brushing the desk beneath her.
Gabriella shook her head, smiling.
"What mate would that be?" she asked challengingly, making Vanessa's smile drop.
"I don't know, all I know is we knighted her one yesterday." she said innocently.
"Who, Taylor?" Gabriella asked, and Vanessa clapped.
"Yeah! Total geek I heard." she said, rolling her eyes.
"Does that make me and you one?" Gabriella whispered.
Vanessa gasped and slapped the table, shaking her head.
"No, no. I'm not a geek! I'm too pretty..." she said, adjusting her cleavage.
Gabriella looked away, feeling weird.
"You're right. But, goes the saying, 'one that likes a geek, becomes a geek'. That means us." Gabriella explained, making Vanessa sigh.
"It's too hard luck, you know? Like, totally harsh. So sick. Whatever Gloria." Vanessa rambled on, starting to file her nails again.
Gabriella raised both eyebrows at Vanessa, who giggled at herself for no reason.
"It's Gabriella." she stated.
"Oh, sorry. I'm not good with too many big words. Like, how many letters? 1, 2, 3, 4... I bet even Taylor the geek can't count them!" she exclaimed, placing her nail file on the desk again.
"9. Anyway, don't call her a geek. It's... weird." Gabriella said.
"Whatever! I was close with 4. Anyway, how's Troy? I heard he's a good kisser. Or was it kicker? Tell me details. Has he kicked you before?" Vanessa cried, leaning in closer.
Gabriella shook her head, turning away.
Stupid, stupid girl.
"It was kiss. And I've kissed him. But, we're not dating no more." Gabriella said, still smiling.
Vanessa shook her head in disbelief.
"He does kick. He tried to kick me once. I blamed it on hormones. Too many, like, seeping through. Like grease. On my hair! Which, by the way, looks kinda good." she exclaimed, puffing it up slightly. "Don't you agree?" she said cutely.
"Oh, oh, umm, yeah. Totally. Grease, kick, hair, umm... Hormones. Got it." Gabriella whispered, watching Troy walk across the room.
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The bell rang, stopping Vanessa's ranting.
Vanessa got up and grabbed her coat, disappointing those guys who would just stare.
The guys with bad grades.
Vanessa had a line of followers.
"George, hi." Gabriella cried, watching George Morale walk past her.
He waved slightly, watching Vanessa.
"God, some guys are creeps!" she shrieked, turning to watch Troy.
There's nothing wrong with staring at your ex, right?
No.
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He wasn't by his place, as per usual.
Where was he then?
She checked Sharpay's table, Chad's table, Taylor's table, and Mrs Darbus' table.
Not there.
Hmm.
"Umm, Vanessa.." she started, turning around in a flurry.
There, she knocked heads with some guy.
Some guy with gorgeous hair.
Heavenly eyes.
The jokester.
The "what lurks under the clothes" guy.
The guy that was her ex, that was staring at a particular cheerleader.
"Troy!" she gasped, watching his eyes dart from Vanessa to Gabriella.
"Yeah." he murmured, choosing to watch Vanessa.
Her beauty spot waggled as she spoke.
It looked sticky on.
"Why are you staring at Vanessa?" she demanded, foot-tapping style.
"Because I'm a free guy. Why shouldn't I?" he murmured back dreamily.
Vanessa giggled, cupping Troy's face in her hands.
"Because you're - single. Oh." she said disappointedly, watching Vanessa giggling and talking nonsense to Troy.
He nodded, not really listening.
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"Listen, Troy, I love you with my liver." Vanessa shrieked, and he cracked up, not blinking or anything.
He wasn't missing one millisecond of that.
"I think we should date. Like, totally, you hot guy." she said, looking around her.
She seemed kind of desperate.
Needy.
Like she didn't want anyone to hear.
"Why." he said.
In a trance.
"Because... I'm needy. Me and you, perfect! It would so make Sharpay jealous! I just hate her and I want to chop her up... Like, yeah, dude. Totally. Want to try, then? Dude?" she said, adding the slang for effect.
He nodded, watching her breasts wobble as she giggled.
"Wait, no. I have a girlfriend." he made up, and she stomped her foot.
"No way! I'm so happy for you, guy!" she screeched.
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Troy walked into math.
He had called Gabriella his girlfriend.
And he was sure she had called him her boyfriend.
"Hello Troy. How's Vanessa?" Gabriella asked quietly, already getting down to work.
"Look, I love you. Desperately. I need you so badly, I love you so, so much and I don't know why I was...in a trance. I swear! I love you." he rambled on, receiving a long, hard glare from Mr Ball.
She shook her head, laughing.
Troy was unbelievable.
"If one third of this pie was eaten, how many thirds would be left, Troy?" she asked, ignoring his rambles.
"2." he answered bluntly, not getting it.
"Okay. Well, you've eaten me. I'm the third. Then you spat me out, not liking the...flavour. So, there's two thirds left. One of them is..." she explained.
"Vanessa." he answered sadly.
"Good. Now, you go and have a good chew on her, then the last third you can bisect with your blunt compass. Maybe, with your bad math skills but great luck, you'll end up cutting it into 10 pieces. Then you can have a taste of everyone before you go stomping back to me, deciding I was the nicest. Okay?" she hissed, getting back to her work.
They were supposed to be working on their project together.
But Troy copied, starting the extra work written on the board.
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When he got out of class, he made his way to the boy's room.
He let himself into one of the cubicles.
He sat down, chest rising and falling quickly.
Then the tears came.
He cried into his sleeve.
He sat there for a while, crying and crying.
Until he heard the door open.
He tried to stop, but he was too into it.
"Dude, who's there?" he heard Chad say.
Great.
He didn't answer, hoping he would go.
But he didn't.
"Come on. Is that Troy? He didn't turn up to gym." he said softly, pulling on the door.
"Troy? Come on dude. Open up."
"No way, man." Troy stuttered, sniffing loudly.
He swallowed the phlegm that had formed at the back of his throat and unlocked the cubicle.
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Chad's POV.
I had watched Troy talking to Vanessa and Gabriella. He seemed happy.
So I didn't bother looking much longer.
When the bell went, I looked for Troy to walk with to gym.
Today was the monthly joint lesson, the girls and guys would play together.
Usually, we would stand outside the gym doors, watching the girls stretch before the guys would come in.
They always looked especially great.
But today he wasn't there.
When I walked into the locker room, I saw the odd 20 bags thrown across the floor.
But none of them were Troy's navy one-strap bag.
I forgot about it and started changing; I was late enough as it was.
I hung around for a little while, sneaking through to watch the girls change.
They were gorgeously energetic today.
One was whipping someone with a towel, a few were huddled around the shower room, just a towel across their bodies.
Some were stretching, there was even one dancing.
Sexily.
I kept my eyes on her; her name was Monique.
Then I directed my attention to Taylor, who was sitting on a bench, crying.
I was tempted to jump through the doors and wrap her up in a hug, but I knew I couldn't.
Guys were forbidden to go into the girl's locker room.
Taylor was already changed, I slapped myself for not getting here earlier.
I looked back at Monique, who was still fully clothed.
I was staying for that show.
"Danforth?" I heard the register call, but decided to ignore it.
Monique was now.
She had started to undress, her jacket and jumper laid across the floor, she was unbuttoning her shirt.
Yes, she dressed like she had to wear uniform.
But I liked her style.
She revealed a bright yellow bra, which made my eyes pop out of my head.
It was the smallest bra I'd ever seen.
And she had whoppers.
I felt a hand tap my back as Monique started to pull her skirt down.
I stayed watching, seeing her long legs walk across the room and stand next to another girl.
Ashley.
She was apparently her 'lesbian friend'.
Named that by the girls.
I was finding out how she got that name.
I turned quickly, seeing Kelsi, the pianist behind me.
"Chad..." she whispered, gasping.
I asked her to keep watch for me, so she did.
I turned back to see all the girls had gone, apart from Monique and Ashley.
Then I got the biggest shock of my life.
I saw them talking, or so I thought they were.
But they walked across the room, turning.
They were kissing.
Monique got Ashley down on the ground, pulling down her bright yellow boxers.
The moment he had been waiting for...
"Teacher!" Kelsi hissed, giving me time to jump out of the corridor and into the homeroom corridor.
I ran into the toilets, where I could've sworn I heard crying.
"Dude, who's there?" I called.
He didn't answer, so I walked up to the door and pulled the handle gently.
"Come on. Is that Troy? He didn't turn up to gym." I said softly, pulling a bit harder.
"Troy? Come on dude. Open up."
"No way, man." Troy stuttered, sniffing loudly.
I rolled my eyes, laughing.
He was not going to believe me.
"Well, get this man. I saw the fit one, Monique? Nearly naked. She was having a lesbian moment with Ashley." I cried, punching the air.
Troy emerged, trying to laugh too.
"Well, I guess you were the one that laughed at my "what lurks under the clothes" gig." Troy said, trying not to cry again.
I had to feel sorry for him.
END POV.
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Troy shook his head, feeling so unhappy.
Gabriella was annoying.
"What? Ashley and Monique? Dude, you shouldn't have come for me." he said.
Chad shook his head, washing his hands and heading for the door.
"Come on. Gym time."
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As they walked into the gym, coach Bolton marched up to them.
"And you're late because..." he asked, then he noticed Troy's red eyes. "My son, what's wrong?"
"Don't call me that in school, sir." Troy laughed, walking past him.
"Nothing!" Chad boomed, smiling cheerfully at Mr Bolton before walking past.
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"Look, Chad, look at those shorts!" Troy cried, biting his knuckles. "You can see everything!"
"That's tight, man! Literally!" Chad cried, laughing and smacking his leg.
They were watching the girls play netball.
Gabriella and Taylor were sitting out.
So they had to be careful.
The ball zoomed towards the two, but Chad caught it carefully.
"Oh, my bad, Chad." Monique purred, sauntering up to Chad and stroking his arm.
He pulled back, dropping the ball to the ground.
"Ouch, you les." he said, making Troy erupt with laughter.
"You what?!" she said.
If looks could kill... Ooh.
"Yeah, that's right. I saw you. And if you tell a teacher, I'll put the pictures up on the internet and tell everyone at school." Troy blackmailed, making Monique roll her eyes.
"If you do one thing for me..." she purred once more, leaning in closer. "Date me."
He shrugged holding out his arm.
She wrote down her number, as he implied she should.
She walked off, blowing a kiss at him.
"Your ball..." he cried to nobody, kicking it into the game.
Troy cracked up, as Chad stared out.
"Dude, you're in a relationship..." he started.
The bell rang, signalling everyone to get back changed.
"Dude, you so are going to learn "what lurks under the clothes" with that beauty!" Troy chuckled as they left the gym.
Chad smiled.
Oh yes, he was.
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Woohoo! That was fun.
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I'm begging!
"I'm on my knees, I'm on my nose!...These floors are filthy!"
Something like that from TSL.
Lol.
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