A/N:Okay, sorry for the confusion a couple hours ago. I just made a deal that I didn't keep so I had to take the chapter down. But since I broke the deal and feel guilty for breaking my "don't update on the same day" pact, I promised that I would play PR and recommend that you go over and read Someday, This Moment by Pandora147. Lol hopefully Dani doesn't hate me too much.
Thank you everyone who reviewed the last chapter! The beginning of this is slow, but hopefully you guys will enjoy the end. Remember, Eric is extremely confused at what he wants. So try to show some mercy. There's not really much else to say, except thank you so much for reading and your constant support! You are what keeps me writing. Thank you so very much!
Oh, and I erm... sorta cheated on the quote I'm using... um... I really hope no one cares... You can yell at me later, because it's not a real quote. But uh... I wanted to use it... and I couldn't find another...
"You know what? I think you're scared."
"Why would I be scared?"
"You're scared because for the first time you want me just as bad as I want you."
"Go to hell!"
"Only if you come with me."
-Troy Bolton and Gabriella Montez, Time Changes Everything
There was something seriously wrong with the scene.
Sharpay practically glided into the front doors on that dreary Thursday afternoon, not expecting the rest of the day would come out horribly wrong. Her long legs beneath the bright white pants with the silver sparkling belt led her into the busy hallway with the vicious students, all seeming to turn to look at her. But unlike a usual day of school, they weren't pointing at her Prada shoes or her Gucci hand bag. They weren't staring at her teal colored top that amplified the bright blonde colored slight waves. No, it was none of this. For the first time in what seemed like forever, the students weren't looking at Sharpay's outfit jealously.
They were pointing and whispering at her.
"What the hell is with everyone today?" Sharpay asked in her snooty voice as she approached the dark chocolate and olive toned senior. Gabriella was pressed up against her locker, an attached boyfriend at her side, trailing his soft fingers down her revealed arm. Taylor held Chad's hand tightly as they all turned to look at her, just as clueless as she was.
Ugh, what was the use of having friends if they didn't even know why people were gossiping about her?
"What are you talking about?" Taylor asked, completely oblivious to the fact that a slender dark girl and a bright blonde glared at Sharpay harshly as they past, like they wanted to stab her tiny little waist.
The light brown eyes rolled obnoxiously. "That!" Sharpay pointed her tickle me pink nail polish towards the girls, not even caring if she was being rude or not. She just wanted to know what was going on and why everyone was staring at her as though she had just stolen their precious little Troy Bolton away from every girl.
"Damn… Giselle is looking ho…" Chad began to say before Taylor slapped the back of his tight ringlets with force, making his eyes grow wide before he shook his head rapidly. "Erm… honestly disgusting in that short… revealing… skirt…" He drooled right in front of his girlfriend, making the basketball captain snicker at how much trouble he was in.
"Dude… you're an idiot." Troy mocked before gingerly slipping his strong arm around Gabriella's hip, pulling her to his chest and kissing her gently. Gabriella's hands then reached up to grab the side of his sturdy neck for support. It was something that was straight out of a romance movie.
Sharpay wanted to throw up. Why the fuck did Bolton find someone he could get and she was stuck with someone who thought she should have been plastic and came in summer wear for the new line of Barbies?
"Okay, we were talking about my problem, not Chad's fucking horny mind." She practically hissed before glaring a group of the football boys that were snickering. Her cold heart pitter pattered against her chest, until it fell when she realized Eric wasn't walking with them. That was so unbelievably pathetic. She was wishing to see him? She hadn't even wanted to see Zeke this much when they were dating?
This whole 'I like the football captain' thing was getting extremely old.
"What's your problem again?" Troy asked mockingly before tightening his grasp around Gabriella. She snuggled deeply into his chest before his lips met her curly black hair again. Fucking, fucking love birds who would have a sex fest when they went LA.
"Heellooo!" her long finger swirled around like a twister, using the entire hallway as an example. "I know I look fabulous, but why the hell is everyone staring?"
Gabriella finally moved her head from the comforts of Troy's built chest, glancing around and furrowing her eyebrows. See, someone cared. "You're right…" She mumbled under her breath. Sharpay sighed as though they had just made a revelation.
"Thank you!" Sharpay exclaimed before her breath stopped.
Behind Troy was a figure out of some sort of magazine that was lying forgotten in her room. Eric moved with such grace as he approached, his long legs striding towards her and the arms that she suddenly wanted to contract around her like Troy's were around Gabriella's right now. The way his yellow polo brought out his perfect clay skin. The way his sparkling smile illuminated the room…
Wait, who the hell was she, Gabriella? No, she would not think of anyone hotter than she was. She was better than that.
Eric didn't even glance at his best friend who had just given him a small wave. He didn't look sideways at the three guys walking with him. His caramel colored eyes were just stationed on the slender blonde model body who would have given it up to him in a heart beat. Eric's cocky, yet sexy smirk grazed his features as Sharpay felt her own conniving smile curl on her lips. "He…" She was about to greet, before sudden rounds of heavy laughter started.
"Shock, dude, aren't you gonna give your girlfriend a hug?" One of the guys with blonde spiky hair asked as Eric's eyes transformed into horrified brown spheres. Sharpay's entire tall frame froze in absolute shock. It was like her skin was being flipped inside out at the football guys mocked their captain.
And then rounds of giggles before Eric could even say anything to her as the guys pushed him away, all giving him encouraging punches on the arm as if to say 'great job, you got the girl'. Sharpay's eyebrows narrowed aggressively. What was going on?
She got her answer when the two girls who kept walking past out of pure amusement stopped in front of her.
Gabriella and Troy were staring with both concerned looks and Chad and Taylor had completely blank faces. No one knew was happening the school until the tall girl with the chocolate skin and short hair glared at the ice queen. "You know, maybe you should just stay away from Eric. You treat him like shit anyways."
Sharpay couldn't even grasp the concept she was getting at, but for some reason, the frozen princess had her heart rapidly pounding against her chest. Wait, Sharpay Evans did not get nervous or intimidated. Yet, name of her… infatuation was making her reflexively show a ruby blush that didn't come from her make up. "What are you talking about?"
The seniors giggled again. "Clearly you have no idea. The entire school knows about your little crush on Eric."
Sharpay's heart stopped beating. Oh shit.
"Oh fuck man, you're so lucky, she's so mmmm… hot!"
Eric wanted to slam his friend into the locker and beat the living crap out of him for just saying those words. There was no way in hell he'd even let him look at her. Yet, the red blush crossed his clay like face as he angrily attempted to find his math folder. Stupid, stupid teenagers.
It was two days ago at lunch that Sharpay Evans liked Eric Shock. The entire school was talking about it, since they were the two most unlikely couple ever. For the past two days, it seemed to be on everyone's mind, the talk of the school. Nothing this huge had happened since their precious little basketball captain asked the new girl out. Yet, in the same light, Eric and Sharpay seemed perfect for each other since they always had this insane amount of sexual tension. Whether he would admit it or not, they seemed to be written in the stars for each other.
No fucking way. He. Liked. Gabriella. Or at least, he was trying to convince himself that.
"Dude, she would be so hot in bed. Dominant and… oh god." The football team had decided to make it their mission to talk nonstop about how Barbie fell for him. And how he should pursue it, and how hot she was and… it was driving Eric insane. His fists were balling, his blood boiling. He wanted to focus on liking Gabriella, but it was so damn hard when all the guys seemed to be doing were putting the hot x rated images of Sharpay into his mind. But he did not like her. He couldn't.
"Shut up." Eric growled before ripping his heavy book out of his messy locker.
"Dude, I wouldn't touch her with a ten foot pole. She scares the shit out of me." Another irritating voice responded. Eric's knuckles turned white. He couldn't take this much longer. He just wanted to jump in his car and get out of this dumb city with way too much gossip for its own good. He was so desperately trying to convince himself to think of the brunette, but it was getting difficult. Scary really, how quickly things were shifting. Eric hated change.
"I think she's pretty." Rock responded stupidly, and Eric actually cracked a smile at his best friend and his ignorance.
"So what are you gonna do man?" The blonde boy named Jack asked, his voice suggestive.
"None of your business." Eric actually felt him flash back to the locker room that one day, where everyone was drilling Tro… erm… Bolton freak and asking about whether he and Eric's best friend fooled around. For a fraction of a second, he felt sympathy for his enemy, before shaking his head. What was getting into him? Feeling sorry for the guy who stole his girl? He was really messed up now.
"Dude, you can't just ignore it," Jack responded with his eyes eager and hungry. "She's Sharpay Evans. You gotta screw her."
One, Eric was disgusted at the vulgar tone he used with her. Never, ever did he want to hear anyone else talk that way about Sharpay again. Never. He wouldn't just have sex with her just to say he did it. He wasn't that kind of person. Why was this getting so difficult though, since all he could think about was that gorgeous frame?
The only thing he could think to do was deny it. He had to prove to everyone that he didn't want the blonde bimbo. His heart was only set on one person. The one person standing innocently at her locker, for once her boyfriend not by her.
Eric suddenly came up with an insane idea. One that no normal thinking person would think of. But it would work. It would get the guys off his back, prove to himself that he did like Gabriella not Sharpay, and most important. It would make sure Sharpay wouldn't have to deal with any of this gossip anymore. It was set in his mind, hot adrenaline pumping through his veins.
"I don't like her." He hissed before slamming the metal locker shut, and strutting off across the hallway to see Gabriella's pretty head turn around and lock with Eric's determined eyes. Immediately, she beamed him a radiant smile that should have taken his breath away. Instead he was too concerned with the task at hand to notice any of her beauty. It was mechanical, really.
"Hey! How…"
Eric cut her off before she could continue. "You're coming over tomorrow. I don't care what your fucking boy toy says. You're coming over at noon."
Gabriella's mouth hung open stupidly. She seemed to be taken aback by his aggressive demeanor. "Um… okay…"
Eric smirked triumphantly. "Great."
An evil plot was formulating in his head. He would prove he wanted Gabriella Montez. His idea was set, and nothing would change his mind. Nothing.
There were certain things that Gabriella really wanted. When she was little, she desperately craved a puppy, for it was a companion when she was lonely. Unfortunately Maria was allergic to animals so that was never an option. She had also always wanted to be in the top five percent of her class, and she was achieving it. She was ranked third in their brutal class with it seemed like little Albert Einsteins were running around. She wanted to get into a good college, marry the guy she loved, and have kids some day. These wants were so powerful that they sometimes were the only things she thought about, fantasized about.
But there wasn't anything in the entire world she wanted more than for Troy to thrust himself inside her.
The Wildcats won the basketball game, causing the entire high school to feel the desperate need to party that night. They were probably all smashed at Zeke's house or something, dancing with creamy white lampshades on their heads like complete idiots. Gabriella and Troy, on the other hand, had decided to celebrate on their own, at his house since his parents were out.
The change of scenery was so unbelievable sexy Gabriella practically orgasmed the second their backs collided to the bed about thirty seconds after walking into the house. Now, with their clothes piled in forgotten heaps on the floor and Troy's muscular body gliding down every inch of her glistening skin, just to make sure he tasted every bit of her, Gabriella was barely alive. Troy was sucking the life out of her.
"Troy… oh… Troy…" Gabriella coaxed erotically, her nude body coated in pure sweat that had the sent of desire on it sticking to Troy's soft sheets. Her entire being was being thrown into cosmic bliss as she felt his wet tongue shoot sparkles down her bellybutton as it dipped inside.
"You're making me so fucking horny." Troy mumbled desperately against her stomach, his cool breath causing her to sigh with enraged nerves deciding to dance around inside the walls of her core. She was craving him. Every centimeter of skin was begging, no, pleading for any sort of caress, touch, lick.
Gabriella moaned exotically, feeling the raging blood through her veins swift through her body like a fast current, all heading in the same direction to the destination between her legs. Troy shimmied back up her thriving figure, catching her lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue was darting in and out of her mouth, teasing as he set fire to her folds, massaging each flap of skin until he pressed down on her clitoris, the trigger point. "TROY!"
"Fuck… say my name like that again…" Troy demanded huskily, Gabriella feeling every drop of control in her system shooting out the blackened window. The only light seemed to be coming from Troy and Gabriella's starving eyes, yet it was enough love to illuminate the blind room, able for Gabriella to take in his unbelievably sexy body that was calling to her.
To back up his order, Troy kneeled beneath her knees, allowing a perfect view of his erection standing straight up, ready to strike. The scorching flesh between her legs throbbing unbearably, half of Gabriella's cries were coming from the absent stimulation. She felt lava run down the sides of her legs, and it took a moment before she realized she was so turned on that her liquid was pouring out of her. Troy took his full large hand and cupped her organ, completely covering so oxygen collect onto her skin. The air became dense and Gabriella suffered, screaming in pain… well, lack of sensation that was. "TROY!"
"That's it baby, give me more." Troy directed as his lips slammed ferociously against her own bruised ones, making Gabriella's slender back arch to him. Her legs parted again, grazing against his tough sides. There was absolutely no way anything else would feel this good. This was by far the most euphoric feeling she had ever experienced.
That was, until the head of Troy's member tenderly grazed the spongy skin of her folds.
She bit down on his lip so hard that she was certain to draw blood. Her entire field of vision exploded in fireworks, and he still remained outside of her. Gabriella felt hot electrical waves of white lightning course through, stimulating every sense. A rush of blood against her ears as her reaction pierced the dead air. "Again… Troy please do it again…"
Gabriella felt his full and pulsating manhood grind against her again, the intimacy of Troy rubbing against her sex without actually putting himself inside was enough to make Gabriella feel like her entire body was on burning fire. Her thoughts were mashed in mumble jumble. But there seemed to be only one thing that was able to make out. She wanted him inside.
"Troy… Troy… Troy," she chanted drowning in pure ecstasy. Troy's grunts were becoming faster and his body was escalating. His tongue thrusting inside her mouth, than pulling back out, and shoving it back into the wet cavern again. It took a moment before Gabriella realized that his tongue was imitating his member's deepest desires. "Troy… please… just do it."
Just do it.
He froze as their eyes connected, a wave of love and lust crashing down upon them like a title wave. The ceruleans had the familiar scarlet ring around them, the circle of need. His glistening chest heaved; the moments passing by were more like years. Gabriella's hands raked through his drenched hair, her body beginning to painfully beg for stimulation again. She held her breath, praying for a miracle.
Troy's tormented eyes fell and stared upon her bare mounds of flesh that were rapidly lifting up and down before he shut his lids. "I can't…" he whispered like someone had just told him he would be put on death role.
Gabriella thrust her curvy hips upward, his member slid down her moist fold again, a groan producing from his throat. "Troy… I'm not going to…"
"No Gabriella… you don't understand… I don't have… I'm out of…" his face nuzzled into her chest, Gabriella ripping at his stringy hair. "…condoms…"
It would make sense. Troy hadn't had sex in the longest time and wasn't planning on doing it tonight. Yet somehow, Gabriella's rapidly pounding heart fluttered. "Oh…"
He didn't say no.
Just that he couldn't.
"Please don't stop…" Gabriella whimpered as her legs gripped his torso like it was her life line.
"The pre cum… I can't…" Gabriella looked to see that his erection was now glistening with a white liquid. Her mind was working at high speeds, attempting to find anything that would work. Anything for them to simulate the action of sex without actually doing it.
Then Troy's bright eyes lit up like the northern lights. He aggressively threw his muscular arm down, feeling around on the floor until she saw him retrieve something lacy and fuchsia and periwinkle stripped. Troy slithered down her body until he gingerly slipped the cotton fabric in-between her legs again, his frozen hands gliding up her silky leg, making her coffee orbs roll to the back of her head. Thank god she decided to wear panties that covered everything and not just a thong today. "Peeerfect." Troy purred in his velvet tone.
His strong biceps wasted no time to pull her ribcage to him, his manhood once again grinding toiled against her covered core. The sensations were not quite as powerful, but as Troy rocked his pelvis against hers, she quickly found the underwear was soaking in a matter of seconds. The familiar pull behind her navel ripped through her body again as Troy's hardened length picked up its pace. "Gabriella," he growled, again imitating the action of thrusting into her with his tongue in her mouth. "Cum… now."
At the exact same moment, an orgasm raged through her, Gabriella never feeling it so intense as now. Her eyes shut as Troy pulled away from her drenched panties, moving down so he would spill out onto the mattress and completely killed any chance of his seeds entering her. She felt her soft butt get slightly damp as his fluid covered the gray toned comforter.
Troy collapsed next to her. His glistening chest rising and falling at the same rapid pace as hers. She felt so intimately close to him as he threaded their sweaty fingers together before pressing his chapped lips to the back of her palm. "Love you." He murmured silently.
Gabriella bit her bruised lip. "Troy?" she asked after catching her breath. "I know you're still not sure… but I don't think… with things like that… I want you so bad…"
Troy nodded, his chest rattling before he gazed at her again, lust in his azure orbs. "I'm still waiting for the sign…" he confessed. She couldn't blame him, but waiting for his hesitation "But… I'll buy them. Cuz I can't last much longer without being in you."
Gabriella smiled lazily. Yet her insides were throwing a party.
He was buying condoms. One step closer to the destination she wanted.
