ET Chapter 10: Confusion, Obsession, or Both
No matter how hard he pulled, they refused to obey him, practically mocking him by tugging more into his skin and causing pain. He tried the ones holding his wrists, then the ones holding his ankles, but they refused to budge.
With a heavy, defeated sign, Troy laid his head back onto the pillow.
He was trapped, whether he liked it or not. Handcuffed to the bed, with nothing covering his body except the warm air caressing against his nudity.
The room he was in reminded him of the ones in those old, classic movies his mother were addicted to, where the room matched the heated intensity of the two characters before lips clash against each other and clothes are being tore off. Where he was in, the walls were painted in different shades of crimson, the color of seduction. Candles, in various shapes, were lit around the entire room, giving off a very sensual vibe that made chilled shivers run down his spine. The bed was large, twice as large as a king-size bed, and softer than anything he ever laid on before. The silken, satin red bedding brushed against his skin, and his hands were tightly cuffed to the headboard and his ankles to the bedpost, preventing him from moving far without causing strain.
"Don't worry, sir," Troy looked up at the door, where a tall man hidden in the shadows said to him. From what Troy could see, he was dressed in a classy suit and a strange smile on his face, but he couldn't see much. "She'll be here soon. And I promise you, it will be an unforgettable time."
Although Troy was hesitant, his body reacted differently. His penis, suddenly coming alive, became hard at the sound of the word.
The mysterious man, whoever he was, vanished by the time he looked up again. Troy stared at the doorway, where he stood, confused. Why shouldn't he worry? What did he mean by unforgettable time? Who was she?
An instant later, the answer to the third question was solved as soon as she walked through the door. Her heels' clanking against the floor with every step she took was almost as loud as the pounding going on with his heart.
She stood in front of the door, looking down at him, and his gaze traveled upward. The classy black stilettos made her legs endless. The ruby red silk kimono robe with black lace barely covered her thighs and hugged her every curve. Her jet black hair was once again pulled into a tight bun. Her ruby-red lips smirked at his trembling form.
"Pup Bolton," Gabriella took a long draw of her cigarette and blew out a thick cloud of smoke, turning him on with the slowness of her movements. "We meet again."
"Good God help me-" She placed a finger in front of her lips, and he was quickly silenced. Satisfied, she put it down.
"You thirsty, pup?"
Hesitantly, he nodded. She brought out a bottle of ice cold champagne, walked to his left side, and then poured more than half of the bottle onto his chest.
"Shit!" Troy yelped. It was so cold, it nearly burnt him.
Putting the bottle down on the nightstand, she cooed him like he was a baby and joined him on the bed, straddling his hips.
"You poor baby," She leaned over and kissed him on the corner of his lip. It was a deliberate move meant to tease him, which he hated so much but also made him want her even more. "Let me clean it up for you."
She kissed him down from his chin, neck, and her lips crawled onto his chest. She licked every sip of champagne off his body; sucking every drip into her delicious mouth and running her silkily tongue off his skin. All whilst groans of pure torment mixed with pleasure emerged from Troy, growing louder and louder with every suck and lick.
By the time she finally pulled back, Troy was trembling madly, sweating, and completely turned on with a hard hard-on.
Gabriella took a sip of the champagne and dropped a lazy kiss on his lips, the deliciousness of the champagne mixing with the sweetness of her mouth. Brushing her tongue against his, Troy felt a rush of addicting adrenaline, and moaned against her mouth. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and let this moment last forever, but with his hands restrained, all he could was watch helplessly as she pulled away.
"It's so fucking hot in here." She fanned herself. First, she undid her bun, letting her flowinghair cascade down her back. Then she slipped off her robe, revealing all 5'4 of goddess.
Amused by his speechlessness, she took another swing of champagne, some getting into her mouth while most carelessly spilled onto her chest. Drips glistened as they rolled down her skin.
Troy wanted to lick every drop off. He tried to grab her, but the handcuffs held him back. He groaned loudly in frustration.
"My poor little pup," she teased. "You look like you killed anything for a taste." She held her left breast, brought it up to her lips, and licked off every drip, keeping her laughing eyes on him.
Dear Christ! Troy tugged helplessly on the handcuffs, his penis hard and brutal than ever. She was going to be the death of him.
Smirking, Gabriella dropped her breast. Her fingers danced across his chest, trailing down. She deliberately skipped over his member that was begging for her attention, and settled on his thigh, stroking him gently. "Are you a virgin?"
Troy gulped nervously. She saw the answer in his eyes, and there was a wicked gleam in her eye that matched her smile.
Taking her hand off his thigh, Gabriella laid him completely flat on the bed before she successfully slide into him. She didn't flinch or gasp. "Move with me, pup."
She nearly pounded him into the bed with her powerful, strong thrusts, each one hitting him more powerfully and hard than the last, making him yell out her name in torment mixed with pleasure. After a minute or two of enjoying the pleasure, he almost immediately brought it right back to her, moving perfectly in sync with her and watching Gabriella threw her head back in complete ecstasy.
"Christ! Gabriella, I'm coming!"
"Then come with me! Fucking come, pup!"
He could feel it! It was coming, coming hard! Gabriella tightened her hold on his chest, her scarlet nails digging deep into his skin and nearly drawing out blood.
The moment their bodies merged, a loud, ear-piercing scream belted out from Gabriella as she threw her head back.
"Fuck!" Troy shot up from the bed so quickly; he nearly fell off the bed. He quickly held onto the bedpost, his completely covered in sweat, his breathing loud and hard almost as the pounding of his heart.
After a minute or so passed, his heart beat returned to somewhat normal. He slowly lay back on his bed, his eyes averting up to the ceiling. Memories of the dream flashed through his mind, turning him on again almost instantly and making his hard-on hard as a rock.
Dear Christ! Dear Christ! Of all the dreams he had about her, this one definitely took the cake. He could still feel the kiss, her tongue licking the champagne off his skin, and their bodies coming together.
Troy had to take slow, steady breathes to calm his rapid heart from bursting out from his chest.
I've fallen for her, he thought. It was the ten thousandth time the thought came to his head, and it baffled him just as it did the first time.
Troy wasn't sure when it happened or why, because this was the last thing he needed right now. All he knew was, for one reason or the other; he liked Gabriella, Miss Hot 'n' cold, lone wolf, ET Montez.
Obviously he had a few crushes before in his life from Laker girls to pop stars, models, and even Sharpay, for about ten seconds when he noticed how good she looked when they were in middle school. Yet all those crushed quickly faded away. This was different. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop thinking about her. It was as if his mind refused to not to think about nearly every second of the day when he wasn't thinking about, and flashed racy, desire-filled images and thoughts across when h did think.
And those images, as well as the dreams, were getting so vivid, half the time he couldn't tell if he was waking into a dream or up from a nightmare.
Also he didn't know what to do.
Before, the hardest thing for think to do was try to block her out. Now, not only does he have to keep doing that, but fight every urge to grab her and take her right there. Not to mention the fact Gabriella has changed.
Well…not exactly changed. Besides being partners in a class and practicing for their project, they usually didn't run in the same circles. He was constantly surrounded by people; she scared them off with her evil eye. He stays attentive in every class in the front row; she sulks and wished it to be over in the back. He tries to keep his perfect image; she doesn't' give a shit what anyone thinks about her, often shrugging off the rumors swirling around about her or ready to punch a person who dares stare at her the wrong way. He was light; she was darkness. He was normal; she was an ET.
Guess the saying opposites attract doesn't only apply to magnetic forces, thought Troy, lightly smacking his hand against his forehead and lowering it back.
He remembered what happened at the meadow. How he actually, in the first time in almost six years, told the truth about her. Or least, half the truth. How she didn't look in pity or sadness like she was trying to understand, but with honest, clear eyes that showed she really did get it. How, in return, she also told him a bit about her family life, which sounded so similar to his. And, in the end after he passed up the opportunity to kiss her, she shocked him by kissing him instead, leaving him even more confused than before.
Troy hesitantly pressed his hand against his left cheek, shivering as membranes of the pleasure tingling through his skin as her soft lips touched him replayed in his head. It was so unbelievable how one kiss on the cheek could make him feel this way. And also, it scared him. Because if that was only a peck on the cheek could do that, he couldn't' imagine what it would be like to actually feel her lips on his.
When Monday rolled around again, his nerves were on overdrive. It was the first time in almost two months Gabriella had shown a side to him he never thought existed. He didn't know what he should do. Should he persuade her? Find some way to get to know her better? Try to see if that kissing offer hasn't reached an expiration date?
Only he never got a chance to find out, because she didn't come. Or the day after that. Or the day after that. Or the day after that. Two weeks came and gone, and there was no sight of her. Troy couldn't lie when he said he wasn't worried about her.
By the time she came back, arriving five minutes late to homeroom and ignoring the stares, Troy almost looked up the second she came into the room, as if he could feel her presence before she came. Relief swept through him when he saw she was okay, and there was a small hope in him she would meet his eye, with those bewitching yes speaking more things he wanted to find out.
Soon, though, the hope burst into sneer disappointment. Gabriella walked into the classroom, took her seat, and wrote in that notebook of hers during the three minutes in homeroom before leaving at the ring of the bell. Not once did she ever look up at him. Or at Chemistry class, or in Calculus or Creative Literature. Or in any classes during the next few days, making it perfectly clear whatever happened with them at the meadow clearly ended.
Troy knew he shouldn't care at all. If she was going to ignore him, then fine, let her. He knew, if he wanted to, there were thousands of girls who'd love to be with him, Gabriella can could fuck herself if she didn't want anyone getting close to her...or find someone to do the honors.
Jesus. Troy smacked himself hard on the forehead, shocked by his thoughts.
What was it about Gabriella he couldn't help being drawn to, besides the obvious? Why was she so distant? What was with the wall she had around her?
Could it because of her mother? Troy thought back to their time in the meadow, remembering how she spoke of her mother with as little feeling as possible. Having a horrible mother would be more than enough to build a wall, but...something told Troy there was more to the story.
Frustrated, he got out of bed, went over to his computer, and opened a Google Chrome browser. Once done, he typed in two words into the search engine, hoping he can find something.
Gabriella Montez
"You look like shit." Sharpay commented.
Troy peeled his eyes away from his locker stuffed with heavy textbooks and binders to the sparkly pink blonde hovering over his shoulder. He sneered at her, baring his teeth like an irritated animal before shutting his locker hard, attracting the attention of nearby students, and walking down the hall.
Sharpay amazingly caught up with his stride in her six inch high heels, and Troy felt her eyes examining his appearance. He knew he wasn't looking his usual best. His hair was more bed-crazed, hurricane-blown crazy than his usual boy bed hair. His eyes were blood-shot blue, as if he spent the whole night drinking, and still had guck caked around the corners. His Ralph Lauren long-sleeved shirt was unbelievably crinkled because he forgotten to hang it the night before and didn't have time to iron. There was a huge gaping hole on the left knee of his favorite jeans he didn't notice before. His blue Jordans were untied.
The style was so unlike him, Sharpay wondered if today was Opposites day.
"Correction, you really look like shit," She smiled at the dark glare he shot her. "So rough night?" Troy nodded hesitantly. "What have you been up to?"
Oh, you know, Sharpay. Thinking about a girl who's going to ruin my year because she's constantly on my mind, I kept seeing her everywhere, and having hot dreams about her that still turn him on whenever I think about her. And last night, after having the hottest dream about her, I was desperate to find out more about her and what makes her tick, I spent more than six hours finding everything I could about her. Which turned out to be useless because there wasn't much about her.
Christ knows Sharpay would lose it if he told her that. He already had enough teasing from his friends because he was partners with her. If he told her he actually tried finding out more about her through the Internet, it would be a huge field day for East High.
"I had a rough night," was all Troy had to say.
He hated the mischievous glint in Sharpay's eyes that matched her smirk. "Does it involve a certain new Latina and you doing the deed in bed?"
Troy stopped for a moment as the dream flashed through his mind. Gabriella entering the room in her robe that barely covered her thighs-or anything, pouring champagne on him that she licked clean before pouring the rest on herself, and pleasing him as well as tormenting him-
"Fuck off!" he harshly said to both Sharpay, who wouldn't drop the topic, and to his dirty mind that refused to let him forget about the dream. His little friend was getting bigger by the memory, and he could only hope Sharpay was too oblivious to notice.
"Hold up," She grabbed his arm, stopping from taking another step, and stood in front of him. Her amused smirk turned into a small, sincere smile. "Listen, I was only kidding. I'm just trying to bring back my nerdy jock who's been AWOL for weeks now."
Troy frowned at her for another second before a small smile crept onto his face. Sharpay may be a huge pain in the ass and a drama queen, but she was also one of his best friends he loved like a sister. She sure was hell annoyed him like one.
"Look, Shar, I'm sorry. I just have a lot on my mind right now. A lot of shit actually." That was the understatement of the year.
"Is it about your dad?" she asked. Troy tried hard not to groan. First Chad, now Shar? Not every problem involves his dad.
"First off, no," Amazingly. "Second-"
It suddenly hit him, and a big smile spread across his face as he stared at his face. He wondered why he didn't think of it before.
Sharpay Evans was practically the school's own Gossip Girl. She was the one who can easily find dirt on anyone, the one to go to confirm or deny if a rumor was true, and knew everything needed to know about anyone. If for whatever reason, she didn't have the information herself, she used her resources and minions to find what she needed.
There was a good chance she could know or find about more about Gabriella.
"Hey, Shar, what do you know about Gabriella Montez?"
She arched her thin eyebrow suspiciously, but didn't question him. "Not much," she shrugged. "There are, like, millions of rumors about her, and I can tell you for a fact none of them are true. Even the one that's really Vanessa Hudgens twin sister, although, I have to admit, she really does look too much like her."
Not exactly what Troy was hoping for. "But what do you know about her?"
"Not much," she repeated, shrugging again. "She's a total mystery. All I know is that she comes from New York City, she likes to read, and….she basically hates people. Oh, and I also wished I could take a tour through her closet. She has really amazing style."
Troy rolled his eyes. Again, that wasn't what he was hoping to hear. So he tried a more subtle approach. "If I asked you to do some...background check on her...what would you say?"
Sharpay stared at him with wide eyes and a mouth agape, before letting out an extremely loud, ear-piercing squeal that sounded more like a bloody scream.
This was a reaction he expected from her. But that didn't mean his ears were bleeding from the sound, along with the other students in the hallway crouched down with their ears covered.
After she spent a good thirty seconds squealing, she pounded him with questions. "What do you want me to find out? How much do you need to know? Why do you even want to-"
There was only way to shut Sharpay up when she was on a roll: smacking your hand hard against her mouth and keeping a firm grip on her while she struggles. Several failed attempts later, she calmed her herself down.
Releasing her, Troy said "One question at a time-"
"Do you like her?" Sharpay demanded.
"No." He answered too fast, realizing it made him look even more suspicious.
"Don't bullshit me, Bolton. I know a good liar when I see one. Since first grade, you barely glanced at a girl, and now you want me to dig up info on the new girl. You can deny it all you want, but I know the truth. I bet you even have dreams about her."
Troy tried his hardest not to keep his face neutral, but, feeling the warmth rushing to his cheeks, knew his blush immediately gave him away. "I…it's not-I'm not….Look, are you going to help me or not?"
Sharpay rolled her eyes in an exhausted, "duh" fashion. Like she'd ever pass up a chance to find dirt on the new girl everyone's fascinated with. Including herself. "You worry about your precious GPA, your ass of a dad, and basketball. By Friday, I should be able to get the goods."
After a few more minutes of integrating, Sharpay headed off to French class while the Troy headed the opposite direction, to the library. He needed to do more research on Don Jose to find out more about him.
Walking around a corner, he immediately saw trouble in the hallway. A dark-haired, pixie-like sophomore tripped over a girl's foot and crashed on the ground.
"You stupid, spazy bitch!" yelled the girl whose shoe sported a new smudge. The damage to her shoe was more important to her than the girl's twisted, bloody ankle.
Inching closer while making sure he wasn't seen, Troy saw the yelling girl wasn't just any bitch, but Heather Homes, queen of bitchness.
Heather Homes, Miss Popular since kindergarten, was insanely wealthy, threw the most insane parties at her mansion, and East High's head cheerleader as well as co-dance captain. With her Rachael McAdams gorgeous face, straight blonde hair so blonde was nearly sun bleached white, and Victoria Secret model body, there was no doubt about it she was the hottest girl in school. Yet as pretty as she was on the outside, Troy knew firsthand that was the only thing remotely positive about her. She had no empathy in her black soul or any warmth in her heart, satisfied when she ruined someone's reputation, making her every girl's worst dream.
Gawking at Heather's shoe were her two best friends- minions as everyone likes to call them-Gwen Davis and Amanda Fallen. The three were categorized as mean, meaner, and meanest with Amanda being perfectly mean, Kristin in between mean and horrible, and Heather being the queen of all three.
It was no secret that behind Gwen's dedication to the queen bee, there was unmasked envy. Whatever Gwen does was always second best compared to Heather, who loves being the first in everything, which was why Gwen loves her best friend as well as hates her. She was also very pretty, too, with her chestnut hair in tight curls, hazel brown eyes, and slender figure. But she was the loud-mouth of the group, knowing everyone's secrets like Sharpay but using them to her advantage, and always had her two Blackberry phones ready whenever she needs to spread a rumor. It also didn't help she was too dramatic and was too paranoid.
Amanda Fallen, huge gray-eyed, honey-blonde, wasn't a huge loudmouth like Gwen or extremely bitchy like Heather. In all fairness, she was…well, not the smartest girl Troy ever met. That was putting it lightly. To get right to the point, she actually made Jason, his very lovable but dim-witted friend, look like Albert Einstein. She's say the most random things and asks the most ridiculous things that made a person's skull crack, has the annoying bubbly laugh that makes ears cringe whenever they listen to it, and put the term "air head" to a very high extreme. Troy remembered in freshmen year when they were in history class together, she needed his help spelling 'B'.
"Heather, she like, totally ruined your Prada flats." Amanda stated the obvious, making Troy roll his eyes at a very typical Amanda expression.
"No shit!" Heather exclaimed.
Gwen quickly pulled out a tissue, got down on one knee, and quickly wiped Heather's shoe like an obedient servant. "Don't panic. I'm sure we get new ones after school."
"There are no new ones! Do you not realize these were the only pair the store had left?"
"I'm sorry. It was an accident-" The small girl slowly got herself up, but was knocked back down on her face by the hard force of Heather's slap.
"Sorry?" Heather growled, towering over her. She stomped onto the girl's hand, slowly smirking at her pained cry. "Wait till I'm done with you, bitch. Then you'll really be sorry."
Like obedient followers, Amanda grabbed the girl's hair hard, nearly pulling it from her scalp and forcing her to sit up. Gwen stood in front of them with her Blackberry zooming in on the action, ready to capture the moment.
"This is so going on Facebook."
Everyone thought Troy's perfect match would be Heather or one of her friends because they were rich, gorgeous, and popular. But there was one huge difference between them: Heather and her clones lived to spread pain and torture while Troy couldn't stand someone being hurt. And wasn't going to waste another second standing around.
Someone else, though, beat him to it, calling attention to herself as she snapped a picture with her phone and strode into the scene.
"Well, well, well," Gabriella said. "What do we have here? Three bimbo bitches harassing a student. Now, I definitely feel like I'm in Mean Girls."
"You stay out of this, Montez!" Heather snapped. "Before I'll have my daddy deports your immigrant ass back across the border."
Amanda snickered. "She'll probably sleep with him so she can stay. I heard she made much more money here than she did back there."
Amanda giggled along with her friends before turning to Gabriella, who remained unfazed. "Isn't that what your kind is good for anyway? Whoring yourselves out?"
"Why don't you ask your boyfriends? I'm sure they can tell you how good I was," Dark, fiery hatred blazed in their eyes, but Gabriella went on. "As for screwing your daddy, Blondie, I'm sure Twiddle Dumb and Dumber have that covered."
Heather lifted her foot from the girl's hand, leaving behind a nasty bruise, and walked slowly to Gabriella. Gwen and Amanda stayed close by her side, looking just as pissed as Heather.
"You're dead, Spic!" she growled, her voice low and venomous.
Gabriella rolled her eyes at the threat, calm and cool. The bravery she displayed both baffled Troy but at the same time didn't surprise him. Heather may be inches taller than her and had sharp nails for weapons, but Gabriella was the type of person who probably taken don girls three times her size back in New York.
Rumor has it she was a tough gang member, whose fists were deadly weapons you didn't want to meet.
"I'll tell you what. How about you bimbos say it to mu gun?" She showed off her bag and patted it.
"Are you saying you're armed?" Gwen went from vengeful to fearful in less than a second, trembling.
Ignoring her question, Gabriella said "You have till the count of five to beat it before bullets start flying."
"What?" Amanda shrieked.
"Don't listen to her," Heather demanded. But it sounded more like she was trying to convince herself more than her friends. "She's bluffing, Montez."
"Five," Gabriella began.
"I don't think she's kidding, Heather!" Amanda grabbed onto her arm, and Heather shook her loose.
"Four," Gabriella opened her purse.
"You do realize there's only so much plastic surgery can do." Gwen covered her new nose she recently had done, her third this month.
"Three," She struck her hand inside.
"You're lying!" Heather yelled.
"Two," She slowly pulled something out.
The girls quickly ran down the down for their lives, screaming at the top of their lungs.
Behind them, a huge bang went o, thundering in the hallway. The timid freshman ducked down and covered her head. Even Troy backed away, bracing himself.
No way, Troy thought three seconds later, hearing nothing but silence. Silence so thick, it was almost as bad as screaming. Gabriella was reckless, but there was no way she'd do that. There was no way she'd actually bring...
When Troy slowly came back out to the corner, he expected to see a smoking gun in Gabriella's hand and a smirk on her face. She was smirking, but there wasn't a weapon in her hand.
Unless you counted her Bic lighter as a weapon.
Wow. Troy felt like the world's most gullible idiot, in the whole universe in fact. His eyes darted down, seeing the heavy textbooks scattered on the floor.
At least expected the loud noise.
"One," With a click of her lighter, Gabriella chuckled to herself. "Idiots."
The small freshmen, once she got up, hesitantly made her way over to Gabriella and helped her gathered her books. Watching the older girl pack her stuff back inside, she said in soft, timid voice that went perfectly with her innocent features. "Thank you. For saving me."
Gabriella didn't acknowledge the gratitude. Instead she studied the girl with narrowed eyes from her straight, dark brown hair, wide-set brown eyes that made her look even younger, her dark tan skin, and her small 5 foot frame. "Name?"
"Dorinda. Dora for short."
Nodding, Gabriella waited till he girl slowly moved out of her way. Over her shoulder, she said to Dora "Don't worry about those bimbos. Believe me. After Principal Matsui sees the video and picture I took of them, they won't be bugging you for a while."
Unbelievable. Troy watched her go.
When Gabriella scooped her long, black hair over to her right shoulder, he caught a glimpse of her angel/devil tattoo.
He wasn't sure if he was seeing things, but could have sworn it, mainly the angel side, glowed like bright onyx with every step she took.
AN: I know, I know. It's been way too long but I have my reasons. I was too busy with studying and taking the SATs', trying to get everything together for school, and applying for scholarship. I have to warn you it's going to a while before a new one comes up, but thank you guys so much for the reviews, favoriting, and subscribing. And again if you have any ideas feel free to tell me.