Gabriella met Troy at his locker before detention on Friday. It was her final day of detention and she was happy that it was over. She had two weeks off before after school rehearsals started for Cabaret. Rehearsals were at free period for now. She and Troy ran over their lines together in a corner, away from Sharpay and her ego.
Troy had seemed happier today and she was glad. He went home with Coach after detention yesterday. Gabriella hoped that Coach listened to what she had said and applied it. She'd have to ask him later. She leaned up against the locker next to his as he dug through to get what he needed for homework.
He grabbed his books, shoving them into his backpack before closing his locker. "Ready, cupcake?"
"Ready, TB." She said, shifting her backpack on her shoulder. She took the lead, walking to Ms. Darbus' room. She walked into the room and took her usual seat. Troy sat behind her and they both pulled out their homework.
Darbus walked in the room and took a double take at the two of them. "Oh, Ms. Montez. Detention is cancelled today. Mr. Bolton, you'll have to go to the gym unless Coach Bolton lets you go."
Gabriella raised her eyebrows. "Sweet. Thanks Ms. D. Have a nice weekend."
"You as well." Darbus said, grabbing her purse and walking out the door.
Gabriella turned around to look at Troy. Troy pouted. "What?" She asked, laughing.
"I was looking forward to spending quality time in detention." Troy said, picking up his bag to put his items back in.
"Let's talk Coach B into letting you go to the library or something." Gabriella said, standing up.
"We could go to my house." He said, zipping his backpack. "Mom's at work."
Gabriella raised her eyebrows at him. "You think he'll go for it?"
Troy shrugged. "If not, we can say were going to the library and go to my house instead."
"Oh boy, TB. You're trouble."
"Just come on, cupcake." He said, reaching for her hand. He dragged her out of the classroom. He twirled her before he pulled her to the gym. They walked in and she let go of his hand as they approached coach Bolton.
"Closed Practice, Bolton." Chad Danforth spat out.
"Cool it, Danforth." Coach said warningly. "What are you guys doing in here?"
"Darbus cancelled detention. She told me to come in here. I was wondering if me and Gabriella can do homework at the house." Troy asked.
Coach Bolton looked between the two of them. "I'll leave after I help Troy with his homework, if you'd like?" Gabriella negotiated.
Coach sighed. "That's fine. Just don't make a mess."
"Thanks coach." Troy said with a grin. "Let's go cupcake." Troy grabbed Gabriella's hand, walking her to the doors.
"'Let's go cupcake'? Who is that and where is the hoops I know?" Chad Danforth said to Coach as they walked out of the gym.
Gabriella dropped his hand and ran her fingers through the back of his hair. He hummed in appreciation. "That feels nice." She stopped and he pouted. "Hey!"
"Come on, TB. We have homework to do." She reminded him. They walked out to her car, sliding in their perspective sides. He slid his hand on her thigh as she pulled out of the parking lot. She turned on the radio and sang along to the song that was on. Troy watched her, amused.
She remembered the way to Troy's house and parked on the street in front of his house. "Shit!" Troy said as he climbed out of the car.
"What?" She asked, looking at him.
"My room is messy." He said with a frown.
She rolled her eyes. "I bet it's not." Gabriella said, getting out and grabbing her things. She locked the car and walked with him to the front door.
"Oh, it is." He said, pulling out his key. He unlocked the door and ran into the kitchen to disarm the alarm system.
"Fancy." She said, looking around his front room.
"My mom's a realtor so she does all her fancy meetings here with her realtor friends." Troy said with a shrug. "I'm going to run upstairs, you can have a seat."
"I'm going with you." She said, adjusting her backpack.
"No!" He said, sitting her down on the couch.
"Come on, TB. Let me see the good, the bad and the dirty." She said, standing up.
Troy sighed. "Fine." He lead her to his room and opened the door.
"Oh my god." She said, kicking the one shirt that was on his floor. "This is messy? You must be high." She said, walking in and sitting on his perfectly made bed, bouncing a little bit. "At least it doesn't stink."
"I couldn't function if my room stank." Troy said. "I have OCD when it comes to my room."
"Coach B trained you well." She said, kicking off her shoes and laying back on his bed.
"I thought we were doing homework." He said, sitting next to her.
"You can, I'm going to take a nap. I don't even remember the last time I took a nap." She said, closing her eyes.
"I want to nap with you." He said, scooting over to her. "Let's spoon."
She laughed, wrapping her arms around his middle. She rest her head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. He stroked her hair back as she hummed happily. They laid there for a minute before Gabriella leaned up to kiss his lips. She laid her head back down before she slid her hand under his tshirt, running her fingers along the warm skin of his waist.
"Cupcake." He murmured.
"What?" She asked, without looking up at him.
"You're making me hard." He murmured. Her hand explored down his waist to the area he was just talking about. He sat up instantly when she touched it.
"What?" She asked, innocently, trying her best not to smirk.
"Don't touch it." He warned, putting his arms in his lap.
She bit back a giggle. "Why not?"
"Because." He said, laying back down, turning to his stomach. "I don't want to do anything embarrassing."
She giggled, laying on top of him. "I'm sorry for touching you." She kissed the back of his neck.
He rocked his body, causing her to roll off. He laid on his back and she climbed back on top of him. "I think we should do our homework." He said slowly.
She tilted her head. "That's something I never thought you'd say." She straddled him, sitting on his lap.
Troy held his breath. "Gabriella, please."
"Okay, okay, Sorry." She said rolling off of him.
"I like it, I do."
"It's about self-control. I get it, TB. Don't worry." She said, leaning over and kissing his cheek. "You're sweet… and you're right about homework. Coach Bolton would be pissed if he found out you didn't even start on your homework."
She got up and grabbed her bag, taking her seat on the bed. Troy slid to the floor and pulled his book out from his backpack. They were quiet as they did their homework separately. Gabriella finished hers and packed up her back pack. She glanced at the clock. It was about four. She slid of the bed.
"Where are you going?" He asked, watching her finish zipping up her bag.
"Home." She said, picking up her bag.
"I thought you were going to help me with homework." He said, reaching out for her.
"Do you need help?" She asked, looking over at his homework.
"Yes."
She dropped her backpack at her feet and took a seat next to him. "What do you need help with?"
"This one." He said, pointing to the problem he was working on.
"You're not dumb, TB. You know how to do this."
He frowned. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." She said with a shrug. "You have to graph the equation."
"I don't want to do this." He said with a sigh.
"I know, but you have to." She reminded him. "Come on, you only have two left." She encouraged, rubbing the back of his head.
Troy sighed. He picked up his pencil, writing out his equation. She played with his hair as he finished his homework. He closed his book and sighed. "That's it." He looked over at her. "Well, I have to read, but I do that before bed."
She smiled, releasing his hair. "It's like you don't even need my help anymore." She stood up, before taking a seat on his bed. He put his books away and took a seat next to her, making her bounce on the bed.
"Of course, I'll need your help." He said, grinning.
"Why are you smiling at me like that?" She asked, looking at him wearily.
He shrugged. "What are you doing tomorrow?"
"I think I'm taking Camilla to a friends' then I don't know. I might take Mariella out to do something so she isn't sitting at home all day." She leaned back on her elbows. "What about you TB?"
"Nothing."
"I can pick you up tomorrow and we can hang out." She said, looking over at him.
Troy grinned. "You're the best."
"I know." She said, flipping her hair back.
Troy laughed, laying back on his bed. He sighed, closing his eyes. "I love being home alone. I have never been home alone during the day, only on when my parents went on their weird parent dates."
"I haven't seen my dad since my sister's birthday… that was three months ago." She said, laying down next to him.
"Do you miss him?" Troy asked, looking over at her.
"I miss being like four, when my mom was pregnant with Cami. My dad was home all the time. He worked mainly from home because my mom was on bed rest. Then they hired my nanny on full time after Cami was born and he went back to work." She licked her lips. "I haven't had an actually conversation with him in a couple weeks."
"He calls you?"
"No, I have to call him. Ninety five percent of the time he is in a meeting but on a rare occasion he is not. I have to talk to him for my mom." She said rolling her eyes. "It's like they're on two different planets."
"I'm sorry, cupcake."
"It's alright, TB." She hummed. "It's life."
Troy ran his fingers through her hair. "I'm always here for you."
"I know." She said softly. "What time is your mom getting home?"
"Not sure." He rolled over to face her.
"I guess I should leave before your dad gets home." She said, sitting up.
"We still have like an hour. Stay a little longer." He said, reaching over, pulling her down. He pulled her closer to him. He pressed a kiss to her lips.
"I thin-" She started but he cut her off with a kiss.
"Please." He murmured in between kisses.
She sighed into his kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. She moved her lips along his, smiling as he licked her bottom lip. She met his tongue with a flick of hers. She tilted her head, grasping the back of his neck. Troy rested his hand on her back, pressing her against him. She moved her leg over both of his and rolled onto her back. She stretched her neck to kiss him comfortably.
Troy held his weight for a moment before rolling to her back, pulling her on top of him. Gabriella straddled his waist, pressing her lips against his. Troy's hands rested on her back. She slipped her hands under his shirt, feeling around his toned abdomen. His hands slid slowly down her back. She bit his bottom lip gently, tugging at it slightly. Her lips grazed along his jaw to his neck. Her lips attached to his neck. Troy let out a breath. She sucked lightly against his neck. His hands slid down to caress her butt. She bit down gently causing him to let out a quiet moan. She moved her lips back up to his, kissing his lips firmly.
They heard the beeping of the front door and pulled apart quickly. They didn't move or breathe until they heard his mom call out, "Troy."
Troy gulped, looking over at Gabriella. She climbed off of him, biting back her smile. "I'm in my room mom." Troy called out, standing up. He turned away from Gabriella to adjust himself quickly. "My friend Gabriella is here."
"Alright, honey. I'm about to start dinner." She yelled up to them.
Troy turned back to Gabriella. "Wow. I didn't expect that."
"What?" Gabriella asked with a small laugh.
"I don't know. I thought she'd come up here."
"Maybe your dad talked to her?" She suggested.
"Maybe." He hummed.
"I think I should go now." She said, licking her lips.
"You don't want to meet my mom?" He asked with a teasing grin.
"I'll say hi as I leave."
Troy chuckled. "That's what you think. You're staying for dinner."
"No."
"Yes, you are, just wait." He said with a grin.
"I don't think so." She said, putting her backpack on.
"You'll see." He said, leaning down to kiss her lips once before he lead her out of the room. She followed him down the stairs then into the kitchen. "Hey, mama." He greeted.
"Hi honey." She said glancing back at the two of them, she did a double take. "I thought you were kidding about the girl."
Troy blushed. "Thanks mom." He said sarcastically.
"Hi, I'm Gabriella." Gabi said as she stuck her hand out. "It's nice to meet you Mrs. Bolton."
"Nice to meet you too, Gabriella." She said shaking her hand. "You go to East High?"
"Yep." Troy answered for her. "She's the yearbook editor and vice president of the senior class."
Mrs. Bolton smiled. "So how did you two meet?"
"I got detention." Gabriella said with a shrug. "I called Ms. Darbus a spineless tyrant."
Mrs. Bolton laughed. "Darbus is so uptight, Jack always complains about her. Hopefully, she didn't take it to heart."
Gabriella shook her head. "No, she still put me in her play. Troy's in the play too." She mentioned looking over at Troy.
"You're in the play?" Mrs. Bolton asked, confused. "Since when do you like theatre?"
Troy shrugged. "I don't hate it." Troy shared. "I bought pizza for detention in trade for an audition. I didn't know she'd actually put me in the thing. Thankfully, I'm playing beside Gabriella or else I wouldn't have done it."
"His character is in love with mine." Gabriella explained. "It's Cabaret."
Mrs. Bolton smiled. "Well I can't wait to see it. Is that loud blonde girl in it too?"
"Sharpay?" Gabriella asked with a laugh. "Of course she is."
"I remember your sixth grade concert, she was the loudest one."
"I had the stomach flu that day." Gabriella recollected. "I'm glad I didn't go. I would have barfed all over the stage."
"You would have barfed all over me. I stood in front of you." Troy said, laughing.
Gabriella laughed. "Man, I wish I would have gone now." She joked. "I guess I should get going."
"You don't have to." Troy said, looking at his mother.
Mrs. Bolton looked back at her son. "Do you want to stay for dinner Gabriella? I'm not used to inviting his friends to stay, they usually do anyway."
"I'm going to make sure my little sisters are okay, then I'll let you know." Gabriella said, pulling out her cell phone. "Excuse me." Gabriella said, stepping out of the room. She put her backpack on the couch and dialed her home phone.
"Montez." Rose, the nanny, answered the phone.
"Hey Rose." Gabriella said. "What are Cami and Mari doing?"
"They're getting ready for dinner. Your mother is out."
Gabriella sighed. "They okay?"
"Yeah, they've been working on homework. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, Rose, I'm at Troy's house. His mom invited me for dinner."
Rose laughed. "Do you want to stay?"
"Yeah, I'd like to. I just wanted to make sure they were okay first." She said slowly.
"They're fine, Gabi. Enjoy your dinner. I'll see you later."
"Alright, love you. See you at home." She said, hanging up her phone. She walked back in the kitchen. "I'd like to stay for dinner." Gabriella said with a small smile.
Mrs. Bolton and Troy had matching wide smiles. "Great! You're invited anytime!" Mrs. Bolton said.
"Thanks mom." Troy said, pressing a kiss to his mom's cheek. "Call us when it's ready. We'll be in the living room." Mrs. Bolton laughed as Troy dragged her out of the kitchen and into the living room. "Wanna watch a movie?" Troy asked.
"Sure." She said, moving her backpack off the couch and taking a seat, curling her feet to the side of her.
Troy took a seat next to her, picking up the remote. He turned on the TV, flipping through channels. Once he found a random movie, he laid across the couch with his head on her lap. She shifted her feet and placed his head in her lap. She stroked his hair back as they watched the movie.
Within ten minutes Troy was fast asleep on her lap. She felt a little awkward but he was kind of cute when he was asleep. She continued to run her fingers through his hair as she watched the movie. The front door closed and Coach Bolton stopped when he rounded the corner, seeing Gabriella and his son on the couch.
Gabriella gave him a nervous smile. "Hey coach B." She greeted.
"Hello, Ms. Montez." Jack said with a little chuckle. "He passed out on you?"
"Yeah. He had a long, hard day of sitting in a desk for eight hours." Gabriella joked.
"You can just push him off you when he starts getting too heavy." Coach Bolton joked back. He walked into the kitchen to greet his wife with a kiss.
Gabriella kissed Troy's mouth once, quickly, to wake him up. "Hm?" Troy asked, sitting up slowly. "What happened?"
"You fell asleep." Gabriella said with a small smile. "Your dad's home."
"What did he say?" Troy asked with a groan.
"He told me that I could push you off the couch if I wanted to." Gabriella said with a laugh.
"No, he didn't." Troy denied, rubbing his face. "Did I drool?"
"No." Gabriella laughed. "But he really said that."
"I don't believe you."
"Go ask him yourself, he's in the kitchen with your mom." Gabriella said, jerking her thumb towards the kitchen.
"Nah, I'd rather stay here and kiss you." He said, leaning in, puckering his lips.
She giggled, pushing him away. "Nope." He pouted as she got up. "Bye." Gabriella said as she took off towards the kitchen. Troy got up to chase her around the house. Gabriella shut every door in his face to buy time. She made it up to his room and hid in his closet.
"Cupcake? Where are you?" Troy asked from the hall.
She bit back a giggle, trying to stay as still as possible. The door to Troy's room opened and she held her breath. She saw him through the crack of the open closet door. His back was to her, looking under his bed. He stood up and Gabriella jumped out, scaring him. "Boo!" Troy squealed like a child, causing Gabriella to fall back on the bed with laughter.
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