Life in a Glass House
Chapter 21: Trouser arouser
It had haunted her inside and out, like an itch she couldn't scratch. Her body having to be pressed against his and the sexual tension piling up between them. It was practically unbearable, but she managed to contain herself.
That was until 12:22 when she was walking down the hallway, late to lunch.
Gabriella walked down the hallway, not realizing she was actually strutting her stuff. The want to make Troy eat his heart out took an unfortunate toll on every boy she walked by, leaving their eyes wide and their mouths open.
Much to the protest of her older brothers during free period, she had changed out of her usual jeans and sweater and into a tight jean skirt and a top that broke two rules in the school dress code. But the outfit was brought to the next level by a pair of four inch heels she had barrowed from a girl in her physics class.
Walking the hall, looking for the one boy that had made her want to do the dirty, she smiled a bright, wonderful smile.
Gabriella sat of the counter of the bathroom sink, shoving her foot into a shoe that seemed to hate her as much as she hated it.
"Are you sure you want to do this Gabs?" Taylor asked, leaning against the counter. "I mean, you look great. But you don't look like you."
Her eyes squeezed shut and she took a deep breath, "I'm not trying to look like me," her foot was still not in the shoe. "Help me Tay."
Gabriella stuck her leg out and Taylor jammed the shoe onto her foot. "I don't get why you can't go after him looking like youself."
"If I look like myself, then we will be back where we started." She said letting out a breath. One foot down. "And that's not what I'm looking for."
Taylor grabbed the other shoe and wedged it onto the other foot. "Not only is that stupid, but what will your brothers think?"
Gabriella jumped off the counter, holding her balance as she got used to her new height. "I don't plan on them finding out." She straightened what little material of skirt she had and gave herself a once over in the mirror. "And if they do, so what? I'm living my life the way I want to."
Taylor sighed. "Whatever you want. Just know that you have four periods of school left, plus lunch. With your luck, they're going to see you."
She pouted at her best friend. "I just want Troy to see me, then want me, and then…" her pout quickly turned into a smile. "You never know."
She rolled her eyes and pushed her out into the hallway, "You're on this one on your own."
Gabriella stumbled out of the bathroom landing pidgin footed in the middle of the middle of the hallway.
With a quick look around, she straightened up and put a sour smile on her face. She had the scene all planned out in her head. It was going to be just like a movie. The ex-girlfriend would walk down the crowd parting hallway, her hips swaying and her smile sly. The ex-boyfriend then watches her walk in slow motion with his mouth open, the drool starting to drip.
Unfortunately her plan didn't include Chad gripping her arm and yanking her into a nearby classroom. Not only did the yanking not follow the plan she had formulated in her head, but was a dangerous move considering the shoes she was now wearing. It was a good thing she liked Chad.
"Let go of me!" she pulled herself out of his grip and flipped her hair out of her face.
"What the hell are you thinking?" he screeched, is hair bouncing with anger.
A slight smile grew on her face as she started to think about the end result she had hoped would come with Troy.
"Aw gosh, Gabriella!" Chad said with a disgusted look on his face. "That's not what I meant. And this," his hand motioned to her choice of outfit. "is not the way to get Troy back."
"I'm not trying to get him back." She said simply. "I'm trying to make him suffer."
"This. Is. A. Bad. Idea." He stressed every word. "This is coming from the guy who knows you and who knows Troy."
Gabriella glared at him. "Nothing bad can come of this. Option one: Troy doesn't see me, but another guy might. Option two: Troy sees me and nothing happens, but another guy might see me. And the glorious option three: Troy sees me and well, whatever is supposed to happen is going happen."
She strutted past Chad and back into the hallway. Heads turned, jaws dropped, and a group of boys dressed in a basketball shorts stopped dead in their tracks.
As Gabriella walked by with one hand on her hip and one hand swinging to a nonexistent beat, she prayed that she wouldn't fall. Her head turned slightly and she made eye contact with Troy. With a wink and smirk, she passed the group and continued her way down the hall.
"Dude, your sister…" one of the boys started, his mouth drying up.
Luke squinted his eyes shut. "Don't even start."
"Two words: trouser arouser"
Luke shoved the boy as they continued their way down the hall in the opposite direction. But one was left behind.
Troy stood in his spot, watching Gabriella disappear into the crowd. His mouth slightly hung open when Chad appeared at his side.
"Was that Gabriella?" he asked, his eyes not moving.
"Yes. Yes it was." Chad answered simply.
"And was she wearing something against the dress code?"
"Yes. Yes she was."
Troy licked his lips. "Am I an idiot?"
Chad nodded. "Yes. Yes you are."
He nodded. "Yeah, that's what I thought."
Gabriella saw Troy standing at door of the cafeteria. The closer she got, the farther his hands moved into his jean pockets.
"I think we should talk." He said quickly. His voice fluttered with nerves.
"Follow me." she said sharply. Just as she had hoped, Troy followed.
"After the dance lesson today and then seeing you in the hall I kind of realized that it might be a good idea if we talk or something. Like, maybe we shouldn't have just broken up like that when there was, and still is, obviously still something between us even if is just physical." He was rambling, and they both knew it.
Gabriella made a sharp turn and grabbed a first full of Troy's shirt in the process. "You talk too much." She slammed the closet door shut behind them.
"What the-"
"We are officially broken up, got it? Our relationship as a couple is over."
"Than what the hell are we doing in a broom closet?" This eyes motioned to the small space that surrounded them. The same small space that the two have shared before.
Gabriella sighed at his stupidity. "You're attracted to me, I'm attracted to you. There's no reason we can't have a… physical relationship even if we don't like each other."
Troy stared down at her. The only thing that ran through his mind was how he wanted to kiss her. "Like a friends with benefits thing?"
"Oh, God no." she exclaimed. "I have no interest in being your friend. It's more like acquaintances with benefits. Get it?"
"Yeah." He let out a heavy breath.
"Good."
Gabriella grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down towards her. Her fingers wove through his wavey, golden locks and his hands crept their way around her waist to the small of her back.
His mouth was a mere whisper away from her own. The air in the tiny room began to heat up around them as their bodies pressed against each other. Both sighed heavy breaths of want; of lust.
"Are we really going to do this?" Troy asked in a voice that wasn't loud enough to even be considered a whisper.
Gabriella's eyes shifted from his chest, to his lips, and then up to the blue crystals that he claimed as his eyes. "I think it would be good idea. You know, burn some calories and all that jazz."
Troy gentle wisped his soft lips against her mouth before slammed his hands on the wall behind her. "I can't." he said, infuriated with himself.
But no one could be as upset with his as Gabriella was right then. "I did not do all of this," she motioned to her lack of clothing, "just to be in a broom closet with you and you suddenly saying you can't."
Troy sighed. "I just can't." he tried defending himself. "Not here, in a closet at school. Plus lunch ends in like ten minutes. How much fun would that be."
She silently cursed under his breath; he was right. Gabriella slumped against the wall, realizing the flaw in her once brilliant plan.
"But, that doesn't mean that us being…together still can't happen."
Her eyes slightly perked up. He wasn't willing to let her get away again; maybe her plan was still brilliant after all. "When and where, Bolton?"
He smirked. "My house, after school." He gently cupped her face and placed a sot kiss on her forehead. "See you then, Montez."
As much as his lips on her skin made Gabriella want to twirl around like a fairy with sparkles flying out from underneath her, she winced. "Rule number one: no coupley type actions. I.E. kissing my forehead, hand, nose, or hair."
Troy nodded, only slightly reluctant. "No coupley type actions." He repeated. "I guess you'll be walking home afterwards seeing as me giving you a ride would probably be considered coupley."
There was no doubt about it that Troy Bolton was good, very good.
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Gabriella took the city bus home. A group of teenaged boys sat a few rows in front of her, but they kept looking back and chuckling the way that boys do. She figured she must of looked like a hot mess. But really, it wasn't her fault. If there had been time, she would have complied herself like a nomal human being.
She gazed out the dirty window and stared blankly at the passing scenery. It's not like she hasn't done it before, she had ridden the bus dozens of times. But this was the first time she had taken the bus home after having a very sexual meeting with her ex-boyfriend that had gotten her all hot and bothered. She couldn't tell which one she seemed to be more of at that moment.
Not to say that she didn't enjoy said meeting, but both of them had overlooked the fact that Troy was no longer the only child living in his house. And that the other child was a rather nosey one.
Troy was shirtless and Gabriella's own shirt was very close to joining his on the floor when a door slammed beneath them and a pair of footsteps trotted up the stairs, thankfully, at a slow pace.
The two had been connected at the mouth for the past twenty minutes and were both very eager to move on to the next step of their little meeting when they ripped apart from each other.
"Angie…" they muttered together.
Gabriella looked up at Troy. He was positioned skillfully on top of her, his chest taunting her with its touchablity. "I thought you said you were going to be home alone."
"Sorry." He muttered in a hoarse voice, his eyes roamed down to the sweater he had been unbuttoning. She grabbed his chin and forced his gaze to her face. "so I forgot she lived here for a minute. Could you blame me?"
She groaned and pushing him off of her and onto the floor. "I can't believe you." She said under her breath.
"I'm sorry." His tone was anything but sorry. "But after seeing you in school all half naked and dragging me into the closet kind of fogged my common sense for a little bit. And then you show up here in normal clothes, but still looking sexy as hell…" his voice trailed off. "What was I supposed to do?"
"You're supposed to realize that the bra's and thongs sitting on the top of the laundry basket in the hallway don't belong to your mom or any of the sluts you've fooled around with." She shoved on her tennis shoes and buttoned up her shirt.
"Contrary to your belief the last person I've slept with is you!" he stretched his whispered as loud as it could go.
Gabriella's hard stare softened as she heard that his rebound for her was, well, her.
"Trooooooooooooy." A knock came from the other side of the door. "I really need to talk to you."
Troy and Gabriella dashed for the window. "Just reach for that branch and then climb down the tree." He told her as another knock sounded in his room. She nodded and started to crawl for the tree when Troy grabbed her arm. He spun her around and pressed a kiss against her lips. "Until next time."
Author's Note: Updated with twists and turns, oh my :) Obviously comments are so much appreciated!! I want to know what you guys think or if you have ideas or anything at all. Just let me know!