Hey, guys! At the end there's a couple paragraphs that could be considered low M. No, Troyella don't do anything, but Troy is...well, he's just thinking like a guy. LOL. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
"I've got to stay late today," Troy announced to Gabriella as he opened his locker. They had just arrived at school and were taking a quick trip to their lockers before heading to class. "I have an extra basketball practice. The playoffs are coming up really soon, so the coach wants us to work harder than we've been."
"Can I watch?" Gabriella inquired, grabbing her chemistry textbook from the upper shelf in her locker.
"I wish you could, princess, but it's a closed practice." After closing his locker, Troy went behind Gabriella and wrapped his arms around her. "I'm sorry."
"That isn't your rule, Wildcat. You don't have to be sorry. I'll just study in the library while you're at practice." She turned her head to look at Troy and smile.
Leaning down, Troy touched his lips to his girlfriend's forehead. "You can go home if you want. You don't need to sit around waiting for me to be done." He released his hold on her so she could complete the task of getting things out of her locker.
"I want to, Troy," insisted Gabriella, shutting her locker door and putting both her arms around Troy's waist. Squeezing him tightly, she cuddled into his chest. A relaxed sigh left her mouth as he returned her embrace.
Troy rested his cheek on top of Gabriella's head as one of his hands reached up to stroke her long, dark, curls. When the two teenagers eventually pulled away from one another, he took both her hands and leaned down to connect their lips.
"No kissing in the hall," snapped Darbus, who was moving by briskly, a script in her hand.
Reluctantly, Troy and Gabriella slipped their tongues out of each other's mouths.
"I guess we'd better get to class," said Gabriella, her eyes on Troy's lips. She had been greatly enjoying the kiss they were sharing.
"What do you say we ditch homeroom and go to our special place?" suggested Troy, releasing one of Gabriella's hands so they could walk beside each other.
"Wildcat, I told you just the other day-I've never skipped a class and I'm not about to start now."
"But Brie, it's only homeroom. Please?" begged Troy.
"Let's get to class," Gabriella said as she started to pull Troy down the hall.
Troy was running. As he ran amongst the guys-half in the white Wildcats jerseys and half in the red-he frantically looked around for someone in a white jersey that was available to accept a pass.
"Over here!" shouted Jason from behind Troy.
Troy spun around, still dribbling the ball, picked it up, and threw it to Jason, who took it down to the basket and attempted a jump shot. He failed, leaving Troy to quickly snatch the ball.
A tall senior that was playing on the red team jogged up to Troy and tried to steal the ball from him. Troy ran as fast as he could away from that guy. However, he soon caught up to him and, roughly tripping him, took the ball.
Intense pain seared through Troy's wrist as he tried to catch himself while being knocked to the ground. Holding back a groan, he fell onto his back, his hand unable to support his body.
Coach Welsh blew his whistle. "Time out! Meyers, you know better than to intentionally trip another player! Go sit on the bleachers for the rest of the practice." He rushed onto the court and up to Troy. "Bolton, you alright? Can you get up?"
Troy forced himself to his feet using his uninjured hand. "I-I think I'm okay," he stammered, trying to ignore the pain that was now traveling to his fingertips.
"Let me see that hand," the coach ordered.
Troy held out his hand for Coach Welsh to look at. "It's starting to swell up. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to send you to the nurse. It could be broken."
Letting out a sigh, Troy said, "Okay." He then headed for the double doors that led out of the gym. Once in the hall, he made his way to the nurse's office, which wasn't far off.
"Hello," greeted a smiling young nurse with blonde hair pulled back into a high ponytail and thick-framed glasses. "I'm Sarah. What can I do for you?"
"I hurt my wrist playing basketball," Troy replied, holding out his swollen hand. "My coach said it might be broken."
Sarah gently touched Troy's wrist. "Does that hurt?"
"Yes."
"Can you bend it at all?"
Troy tried to bend his wrist, but pain tore through the injured area before he had hardly moved it a millimeter. Shaking his head, he answered, "No, I can't."
"Take a seat." Sarah motioned to the wall against which there were three chairs. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to call your parents. I think it is broken."
Just then, the door to the nurse's office opened to reveal Jason holding Troy's water bottle in one hand and his school bag in the other.
"Are you hurt, too?" Sarah inquired.
"No," said Jason. "I'm just bringing Troy's stuff to him." He walked over to Troy, who by this time with sitting, and placed his things on the chair beside him. "How is it?"
"Broken," Troy mumbled.
"That's too bad. You're gonna miss so many practices and-"
"I know, most likely the playoffs." Troy almost never cried, but now, he felt a tear slip from one of his blue eyes. Quickly wiping it away, he told Jason, "You'd better get back to practice. I'll see you tomorrow."
"See you," Jason returned as he exited the room.
"Alright, so what's your name?" asked Sarah.
"Troy Bolton," Troy spoke.
"Are your parents at home or at work?"
"My mom might be home by now, but my dad is probably still working."
"Okay. Do you want to tell me your home phone number? I'll see if your mom's home yet."
Troy told the nurse his phone number as picked up the phone that was resting on the counter and dialed. Evidentially, his mom had arrived home, for Sarah began to explain his situation. In a couple minutes, she hung up and announced to Troy, "She said she's leaving right away to get you."
"Okay." Troy sat in silence for a moment before a thought suddenly hit him. Gabriella! She was in the library waiting for him to finish his practice. Taking his cell phone from his school bag, he punched in her number and held the phone to his ear.
"Hey, Wildcat," greeted Gabriella, who was in the middle of doing an English worksheet.
"Hey, Brie, I'm the nurse's office. My mom's coming to get me. One of the guys on my team tripped me in practice and when I fell, I hurt my wrist. The nurse said she thinks it's broken," Troy explained.
"Awww, my poor Wildcat. I'm coming to see you right now." Without waiting for her boyfriend to respond, Gabriella shut her phone, packed up her bag, and hurried to the nurse's office. "Which wrist is it?" she wondered, moving Troy's things from the seat next to him so she could sit there.
"Unfortunately, my right one," answered Troy, holding his inflamed hand out.
Gabriella kissed Troy's hurt wrist softly. "It's so swollen," she murmured.
"Yeah." Troy, feeling the need for comfort, rested his head on his girlfriend's shoulder and tried to relax as he felt her fingers lovingly brush his tousled, sweaty hair from his face.
Letting out a sigh, Gabriella let her head lean on top of Troy's.
"Troy, we're going to the emergency room," Lucille announced as she arrived in the nurse's office. "Gabriella, you can come along, too."
Troy and Gabriella rose from their seats, Gabriella taking Troy's bag and water bottle so he wouldn't need to struggle to hold it with one hand. Once they were both in the backseat of the car, she took his uninjured hand and held it tightly in both of hers as her lips found his cheek and placed several kisses there.
"Thanks, Brie." Troy managed to smile through his pain at Gabriella's comfort.
Troy was sitting in Gabriella's living room with her. After two hours spent at the hospital getting x-rays, having a cast put on, and listening to the doctor talk about what Troy could and couldn't do for the six weeks his cast was on, they had finally been able to head home with a bottle of pain medication. On the way back to their houses, Gabriella had told Troy that he could sleep over at her house if he wanted. He had, of course, agreed, as he felt that he would feel better if he had his girlfriend to snuggle in bed with while he slept.
"I'll miss the first two playoff games," Troy remarked sadly as he felt tears slowly trickle down his cheeks.
"Aw, don't cry," soothed Gabriella as she used her thumb to wipe Troy's tears away and gave him a tight hug.
Struggling to stop himself from shedding more tears, Troy said, "I'm sorry, Brie. I know I shouldn't be crying in front of you, especially over something as stupid as missing playoff games."
"Troy, let's go to my room," suggested Gabriella, releasing her boyfriend from her embrace and rising from her seat.
Troy followed Gabriella up to her bedroom, where she closed the door behind them.
"Troy, my dad can't see us now. I'm the only one that's here with you." Gabriella sat down on her bed beside Troy and rested her cheek on his shoulder. "You can cry all you need to. I won't be mad at you or think you're stupid or anything like that. The playoff games meant a lot to you and besides, everyone needs to cry sometimes."
At Gabriella's invitation, Troy let all his tears flood down his face.
Gabriella embraced Troy, continuing to let her cheek rest on his shoulder.
When about five minutes has passed, Troy wiped his eyes with the back of his left hand and hugged his girlfriend in return. "Thanks for being here for me," he told her.
"It's no problem at all, Wildcat," Gabriella assured, looking up into Troy's tear-stained face.
Troy leaned in to kiss Gabriella.
Smiling as she realized what Troy was doing, Gabriella eagerly accepted his kiss and, before long, was licking and nibbling his lower lip, begging for him to let her tongue explore his mouth.
"Brie, you're getting really good at that," Troy commented when he and his girlfriend finally pulled away from one another.
A light blush covered Gabriella's face. "Thanks. You're getting really good at it, too."
"I have some dinner down here if you two want to eat!" David called from the bottom of the stairs.
Troy's stomach growled, reminding him of how hungry he was. "What are we having, Brie?" he inquired as he slid off the bed and took Gabriella's hand.
"Chicken," said Gabriella.
"Yes! That's just what I was hungry for."
After dinner, Gabriella let Troy tell her the answers to all the questions on his worksheets while she wrote them down for him, as it was impossible for him to hold a pencil properly because of his broken wrist. By the time they finished that, it was ten o' clock and, since they had school the next day, time for them to go to bed.
"Brie, do you care if I just sleep in my boxers?" Troy asked. "I know I'm really not supposed to be doing that with you anymore, but it's going to be hard to get these clothes off with one hand and I really don't want to try to put new ones on."
"It's not a problem for me," Gabriella replied as she walked over to her dresser and pulled one of Troy's shirts that she had snuck out of his house a while ago from a drawer. She then walked over to her bathroom. As she shut the door, she told Troy, "I'll be out in a minute. I'm just gonna change quick."
"Okay."
It wasn't long before Gabriella emerged from the bathroom to find Troy struggling to pull his shirt off. If they were still just friends, she would've helped him, but because they were dating, she thought it would be a bit inappropriate to undress him. "I'll wait in bed," she announced as she pulled back the covers that were spread across her mattress and climbed in.
"I'll be there in a minute."
"Take your time. I don't want you to hurt yourself more."
Just as the words came out of Gabriella's mouth, Troy completed his task and got under the blankets beside her. "So that's where my shirt went," he said, noticing what his girlfriend was wearing. "You've got to stop stealing from me."
Gabriella giggled as she turned out the light beside her bed and wrapped her arms around Troy's waist, her cheek resting on his bare chest.
Troy hugged Gabriella back and kissed her forehead. "Good night."
"Good night." After kissing her boyfriend's cheek, Gabriella closed her eyes and was instantly asleep.
Although he had felt tired while doing his homework, all drowsiness left Troy as he thought about how Gabriella was in his shirt and only his shirt. He could feel her bare legs against his and he was sure that if he pulled back the covers a little, he would see that his shirt had moved upward from her shifting around to get comfortable, revealing part of her underwear. As he closed his eyes to try to force sleep to come over him, he began to wonder what it would be like to lift his shirt over her head, unclasp her bra, and run his fingers over her breasts while kissing them before removing her wet underwear and hearing her let out moans as he slipped inside of her.
That would be...wait, I can't think about Brie like this! If she knew what was going through my head, she would kill me! Troy considered as he felt himself grow hard. I really hope she's asleep for good. If she would wake up now... He opened his eyes. Relaxing at the sight of his girlfriend snuggled comfortably against him, her body completely still and her breathing even, he shut his eyes again and tried to fall asleep.