He was fuming.
Troy's body was completely heated in a dangerous way that would burn someone else if he touched them. His stomach was turning, over and over again in the black dark as the bench beneath him was shaking for it was dangling in mid air. Troy's valley hands tugged on the black beanie as he shifted above the metal ski lift that was pulling him to the very top of the mountain. The only lights that could be seen were the ones posted on top of each pole that held his life in its grasp. Light powdered snowflakes twirled down from the moonlight, collecting onto his warm black jacket and glistening jet fiberglass beauty was strapped to his feet. The fire bolts were almost the same color of the fire that was running through Troy's blood stream right now. He was a time bomb ready to burst at any second.
"You ok man? I don't think you've said three words since you've gotten here." The tall, dark skinned boy asked as Troy's eyes that matched the mysterious snow beneath them glanced at him. Zeke's smile would have been warming and comforting, if Troy hadn't found everything right now made him want to regurgitate.
"Fine." Troy grunted angrily as they continued to be suspended in midair. Chad and Ryan were positioned right behind them, with Taylor in front of them and Kelsi with one of her friends in front of Taylor and her date. Troy could almost feel Chad's eyes from behind burning lasers into the chair in front of him, but he was barely registering the giggling that came from Taylor's mouth as the boy who had the same color skin as Zeke's seemed to be chuckling also.
How could she talk to him? He was the whole reason she was in rehab in the first place. He had screwed up both Troy's life and his mother's completely. It was his fault, and he made the list of the number of people Troy wished would die in a fiery car accident down the side of a mountain top. They were completely broken up, Troy knew that. But he couldn't help to feel the poisonous fear that made him vulnerable. That scared him. Right now, tonight, he was unbelievably vulnerable. It was almost as though he was a soldier standing in Iraq, completely unarmed and naked while Al-Queda sprinted towards him.
"Chad looks like he's gonna punch Matt's face." Zeke noted while glancing backwards to see Troy's best friend sending atomic bombs through his eyes. He didn't notice though. All that was running through his mind was the thought of what his mother said. You have a temper just like your father. The last thing Troy Bolton ever wanted was to be compare to his father. He would have rather jumped off from the now descending ski lift then admit that. Though, maybe jumping off right now wouldn't be a bad idea. It'd take away his pain.
Slowly, the blackness closes around him as he and Zeke both prepare to get off the lift. The bar holding them in gently rose before Troy leaned forward in anticipation. His black snowboard hit the icy snow before both he and Zeke pushed off. Troy glided on top of the condensed liquid as a small gust of wind tickled the back of his neck. His small nose was starting to go numb as it looked sun burnt from the cold. His muscular legs leaned back, causing his board to stop as he approached the flirting couple, along with Kelsi and her friend who was eying Troy up dangerously.
"It's so beautiful up here!" Taylor commented as the white headlights looked around to see that the moon shone down onto the mountain top in a mysterious, yet somewhat sensual way. The mountains next to theirs looked like a Christmas tree, for little lights lit up each trail. Troy always thought something about mountains had a sexual feel to them. And tonight, while his anger was filling the thin air like gas, he didn't even know his hormones were going into over drive. But every girl that had tried hitting on him for the half hour he had been there, he hadn't wanted to do anything with. Unrequited sex wouldn't even help him tonight. He was that angry, that upset with his life. What Troy didn't even now he needed was someone who would return the favor. Some who was hurting just as badly as him. Yet, he had no idea.
"You look beautiful up here." Matt returned as Chad obnoxiously rolled his eyes. He tried to make eye contact with Troy, who was just staring off into the distance, suddenly needed to feel the wind rush past his face down the mountain top. Maybe, by some miracle, he'd crash into a tree and break his skull so he'd get amnesia and would never have to remember his life again. Wait, he was starting to sound suicidal. Focus Bolton, and not on taking away pain.
"Chad's face is beautiful too." Zeke commented before both Taylor and Chad sent him flashing daggers that could have killed him. Kelsi and Ryan both giggled, Kelsi trying to catch a glance from Ryan, but it was unsuccessful. Troy barely noticed what was going on though.
"Are you ok Troy?" Ryan's voice filled the top of the mountain as he pushed with his two dark green skis and patted Troy on the back. Of the three guys, Troy was least friends with Ryan. Maybe it was just because he had Gabriella when all Troy could do was look at her, or maybe it was just the fact that he reminded Troy more of a girl.
"Would you guys stop fucking asking me that? If I wanted to watch Dr. Phil I would have stayed home." He angrily hissed before Ryan's light brown eyes grew wide in shock from Troy's outburst. Chad's eyes finally closed as though he was pained by Troy, probably knowing that he was in a bad mood after visiting his mom. Chad had no idea though.
"Wow, PMS much?" Taylor let out before Matt wrapped an arm around her shoulders, making Chad stare angrily at him. This shot Troy's anger through his veins as he narrowed his moonlight eyes on her.
"Go fuck yourself," he spit out before jumping sideways. His board gently started to slide towards the decline of the mountain. "You guys can stay up here and be pussies all you want, I'm going to tear it up." Troy announced as he slowly started to descend.
"Now we're talking." Zeke copied Troy's move along with upset Chad. The three girls plus Matt and Ryan, who were on skis, pushed off with their poles. Troy's heavy eyes narrowed as speed began to build behind him. Frozen wind whipped through the ends of his dark brown locks beneath the black hat as his hips dropped.
He perfectly maneuvered his way around the other teenagers traveling down the mountain. Since Sharpay and Ryan made this exclusive so the slopes were closed for anyone who wasn't invited, the teenagers were all cheering for him as their basketball captain sped by. With expert moves, he went from side to side perfectly, the fast rush of wind bursting through his ears, making him def to everything. Troy raced down the hill, his knees bending and hips rolling in balance. His face burned in wetness as snow sprayed up from his front, hitting him in the face. The attempt was to stimulate his brain long enough to get out of the hell he couldn't stop thinking about.
Unfortunately, he was failing miserably at this.
As he flew down the black mountain side, the luminous trees on either side of him seemed to be hiding the horrors of his past. Charlie's demented face hung in the branches, while his mother's sick laugh when she was high slipped across the roots. The trunks held the way his father never cared for him in the five years he lived with them. The depths held the burning frying pan that slammed down onto Troy's hip, causing hideous third degree burns.
He couldn't escape it. Couldn't get out of this hell. He needed to. Desperately he was begging with God as the frozen snow spilled out past him to give him a savior. Take him out of this life; give him some sort of angel. If there was a hope for Troy Bolton, please send it to him tonight.
Finally, the steep side of the mountain took a dive as he was revealed to almost a thousand brightly lit yellow lights. The lodge sat below in a holy light as they reflected in Troy's snow eyes. He quickly sped down the slope, before coming down onto the open flat area where he controlled his hard snowboard to a horizontal angle. The heavy lids blinked back the large tears swimming in his eyes a few times before he caught focus and just plainly fell backwards, feeling the wet ice seep into his black snow pants. He wanted out.
"Shit Bolton!" Chad's infamous voice announced as he sprayed a little snow up and plopped down next to Troy. "Holy fuck no one can keep up with you."
"Whatever." Troy mumbled before glancing back to see the shadows of his friends tumbling towards them.
"No cocky comment? Who the hell are you and where is Troy Bolton?" he attempted to joke, but all Troy could do was stare blankly at the shining snow from the lodge that was less than twenty five feet away. "What the fuck happened?" Chad asked curiously, probably wanting to know for the whole night but couldn't find the time to ask while everyone else was around.
Troy's muscular shoulders rose in a shrug before he looked down at his shaking hand beneath his glove. "Tell me it gets better than this," he begged in a voice that was barely audible. Chad's eyes grew wide in shock. Maybe it was the fact that Troy was completely broken and he wasn't angry right now. He was dying instead. "Tell me I'm not supposed to be punished like this."
Chad's mouth hung open stupidly in the dark before a whip of white slush hit both of their jackets. His best friend wouldn't look away, even when Troy's eyes left him to see that the rest of the gang had made it to them. Chad didn't even flinch when Matt gave Taylor a hug. Instead, the beady eyes were locked on Troy as though he was going to run into the lodge and stab himself with a knife.
"Troy, when did you become a professional?" Ryan asked as Kelsi's eyes that were hidden behind her black, thick rimmed glasses gazed upon him with delight.
"When I started working at the shop." He responded coldly as his shaking hand grabbed the clasp on his snowboard so he could be freed on one foot. Chad finally snapped out of his trance, but was still watching Troy like a hawk. The basketball captain slowly stood up before he heard a ringing echo through the thin air.
Kelsi's arms suddenly flailed in search of something in the depths of her red jacket. Troy leaned down to take the other clasp off his boot as well before he heard Kelsi's voice. "Hello? Hey!... Wait, what?... What do you mean?... Right now?" Troy could only hear the one side of the conversation as Taylor and Matt continued to flirt heavily. Chad's mouth was set straight and tight, though Troy wasn't sure if it was from him or the two who were not giggling about something stupid.
The lodge lights reflected in Troy's distant eyes, making the whole cover appear to be white. His body was shaking, with a feeling in his stomach that it was going to be ripped into a million pieces. If he could guess what dying felt like, this would be it. His body was subtly shaking, though if anyone looked they would have guessed he was cold. Nothing could get worse than this. If his mother started getting involved with Charlie again, he would probably be stabbed. His broken heart felt a small poke, a familiar one, as though a tiny sharp metal object was poking at it. It seemed that nothing would get better.
Yet, with three little words, Troy felt something he had never felt before. It was subtle, but he felt it. It was as though a foreign object actually moved in his chest. Just at three tiny words. That's all it took for him to forget about everything for a moment. Even if it was just for a second.
Kelsi hung up the phone and happily unclipped her ski with the pole she was holding. "Gabs is here!"
The stone heart inside his chest gave a tiny beat of life.
"I heard he had a threesome with the Olsen twins when he went to LA last summer."
Gabriella's dark eyes shot up from where they were staring down as the deep red head with tight ringlet hair that cascaded down her body stated before taking a small sip of something in the red cup she was holding to try to numb that comment. The dimmed lights that were only on so you were able to see three feet in front of you were so low that the rest of the area looked black. There were large speakers circling the perimeter of the square room that had a mural of a forest painted onto the walls. There was a giant head of a bear that over looked the DJ, along with fake evergreen trees that were built into the wall, giving the appeal that they were still in the trees. The ceiling was painted black with little pretend stars that twinkled in the light.
That didn't stop half of the seniors, along with half of the juniors to be dancing in the center like it was prom.
"There's no way he had sex with them." Emily, who was standing in the mix of the four girls, replied as they were off to the side, away from the dance floor.
With that, the deep brown eyes looked up from where they were staring at the floor and glanced across the floor to meet two cobalt blue, only to feel her stomach summersault excitedly. Jealousy seeped through her veins as she noted bronze hands that held the cheerleader he was grinding with dangerously close to his pelvis. But most people would have turned away when they saw someone catching them staring at them. Not him. His cyan eyes remained locked on Gabriella, with no emotion present on his face.
"I doubt it," Kelsi's voice echoed as she was staring longingly at the blonde who was talking to Zeke off on the other side of the room. Chad was mixed beside Troy on the dance floor, Gabriella noticing he was watching her crush like Troy was about to do something spectacular. "I don't even think he went to LA last summer."
Gabriella had arrived about an hour and a half ago. After skiing for about a half hour, all of them had decided to come in and join the party here. As soon as the girls all changed in the bathroom, she had immerged and knew that Troy hadn't been able to take his eyes off her for the rest of the night. That was exactly the plan when she put on her long, bright burnt pink skin tight cami with lace at the top to reveal a short glance at her black bra. Over the cami was an olive tinted vest that was sleeveless with a white lace at the top and ended before her hips. Beneath her jeans that fell perfectly on her curved hips were a pair of white pointed boots, but were hidden beneath the perfect flared jeans. It was definitely a success, because when Troy first saw her, it was like his pale face flushed in color. And his eyes hadn't left her form since.
"Someone said his parents abandoned him was he was nine, and he lives on his own." The girl, her name was Jessica and was a sprinter on track that was also the queen of gossip. Gabriella's eyes glanced at Troy's curved body behind the cheerleader who was enjoying him more than he was her.
"That's not true." Kelsi snapped back, defending her friend.
"Have you ever been to his house? Or seen his parents at conferences, even basketball games?" Jessica asked with a triumphant smirk on her face before she took a drink of the bottle of beer she was holding. Kelsi shoot her defeated head. "That's what I thought. No one's been to the Bolton house. It's not even in the phonebook. Few people have said they've seen it, but no one knows for sure."
"You make him sound like he's a ghost or something." Emily commented as the cheerleader spun around in his arms, making his hands drop down to her hips. Gabriella's heart started to pump venom.
"More like a sex God." She responded while Gabriella enviously saw Jessica's hazel eyes check out Troy's sweating body. "His mystery makes him so much more… sexy."
Troy didn't need the mystery to be sexy. Or so Gabriella thought. But she could definitely tell there was something wrong with him tonight. She had no idea what it was, but she could tell. His eyes were the same color as they were when he was at her house the other day, not blue, but a bright headlight white. It was almost bone chilling. Gabriella loved his blue eyes so much more. This? It wasn't normal. Wasn't normal at all. Anyone else couldn't be able to tell that something was eating him inside, but with Gabriella sometimes having the exact same distant look on her face, it wasn't hard to miss.
"Hey Gabs!" Another voice interrupted her thoughts as she looked and found the blonde that made her smile last year standing before her. Gabriella grinned largely before throwing her slender arms around Ryan's thin body, noticing the hard look that formed on the brunette's face out on the dance floor. Was that jealousy?
"Hey Ry, hey Zeke…" She noted the tall dark boy that stood before the girls as well. What she didn't notice was the fact that Kelsi now had a depressed look on her face that Gabriella's arms were wrapped around Ryan's figure. "Great party Ry. And I haven't seen your sister all night."
Ryan chuckled distantly before glancing behind him to see that Sharpay in a bright red halter and too tight gold pants was pointing towards the boy Gabriella couldn't get her mind off of while she was talking furiously to her posse. "Thanks. I think it'd be better if you came and danced with me though."
Gabriella smiled slyly with her pale pink glossed lips, not noticing Kelsi's jealous features before she held out her smooth hand for him. "Lead the way."
Ryan grinned like he just won the lottery as he eagerly grasped her hand and dragged her towards the heated dance floor. They pushed their way towards the center, being the more elite in the class, before Ryan's hand twirled her around and gently slipped his hands onto her curved hips before pulling her thin back to his boney front.
Gently at first, she felt his warm groin push into the crevice of her butt while their hips caught rhythm together. Her eyes danced through the dark, heated room as she saw Chad's eyes were locked on the two dark people who seemed to be getting into the music a little too much. Taylor's hands were laced with Matt's as the older guy had his lips pressed against Taylor's smooth neck. It made Gabriella sick.
Vibrations were running through her veins from the heavily beat music that shot through the room. Her legs rippled as they dropped to try and get Ryan to loosen up a little. It was a complete flashback to homecoming last year, where the two were extremely into each other, yet Gabriella remembered how Ryan really wasn't the best dancer. He didn't have much passion, just as it lacked right now. She wanted to feel a pair of hands run down her sides, giving her shivers. But Ryan's just remained stationary on her hips while his head was where her shoulder left a window.
Beads of sweat began to collect on the back of her neck as time went on. Gabriella's flexible body was now starting to crave a physical touch. Though Ryan had a tight grip on her, it wasn't enough to satisfy her needs. The deep coffee brown eyes scanned the faces until they landed on one pale one. His body was leaned back in a sensual way as the girl in front of him had her eyes closed. Gabriella watched in amazement as Troy's muscular arms grabbed the cheerleader's hips. The girl twirled in his arms before both of their groins were moving as one together.
The cheerleader's thin lips reached up to Troy's ear as panic shot through Gabriella's body. The music seemed to be sucked from the world as she watched the large mouth on the girl brush against his lobe in a whisper. She then reached into her small back pocket and pulled a thin white card out tauntingly and waved it in front of Troy's hard face. A room key.
The Cross Country captain didn't breathe, Ryan assuming that it was his cause. Her heart was beating at the race of a cheetah as Troy's headlights left the girl's body. Gabriella's breath was completely hitched just from the glance as the side of his lips did something she hadn't seen him do all night. It curled up in a half smile.
Everything after that was a complete blur. Somehow the room key dropped disappointed, his body managed to get away from hers, and the air was torn from the room. Gabriella's lungs collapsed as the sexy body gliding from his spot were he was before, taking a step towards her each time. His dark caramel hair flipped a little to get out of his gorgeous brow. In the barley lit room, the back t-shirt clung to his hips in perfection along with the light jeans that made his skin glow in like the god he was. The whole time as he weaved gracefully through the crowd that was moving in rhythm with each other, the white lights never left the coffee eyes.
Troy didn't even have to say anything. His presence a foot away was enough to make Gabriella's skin burn with a desire to shed her clothes and push her body up against him. The pang she had craved all night was suddenly evident between her legs as his elder eyes gazed upon her in the heat. "Hey Troy!" Ryan greeted eagerly behind Gabriella, who had completely forgotten he was there, nor could barely feel his body rubbing against hers.
A sudden flashing light brought the euphoria to an unbearable level as his tan skin amplified under the strobe light. Not responding to anything, and in one quick and erotic motion, Troy's rough hands snaked onto her hips below Ryan's boney ones, pushing his hot groin to Gabriella's now pulsating one, making her gasp at the sensation and her eyes slam shut. He caught the rhythm she and Ryan had started, and immediately Gabriella was thrown into bliss of pleasure as Troy sandwiched her between the two boys. Her slender arms snaked around his smooth neck, only making Troy pull close enough so she suddenly heard his uneven breathing.
Every angry feeling towards her mother that evening vanquished as Troy hot breath landed onto her clammy skin.
It was a fight, and Gabriella was caught dead center of it. Not a purpose fight. She was well aware that Troy had not come over here to steal Gabriella away from Ryan. But the nerves he was proving to her existed flew to a dream feel as all she could do was grip the back of his dripping neck tighter. Nothing had ever felt quite like this to her. Troy was pulling her into a sea of pleasure at lightning speed. Both of their eyes were closed in this bliss, and Gabriella was now numb on her back side.
The three continued to be sandwiched while Troy's hands ventured lower on her valley of hips, pulling her groin closer so she felt a sharp poke. What? She just made him hard. Troy Bolton was hard, because of her. The impossible had just occurred, pulling her down deeper into the dangerous waters of desire, Troy's arms grabbing at her feet to make her sink.
Finally, after what had seemed like hours but in reality was only a few minutes, the numb feeling in her back left as Ryan reluctantly pulled away from her. "Look Gabs, I'm gonna go get something to drink. You'll be ok right?" He asked in a high hitched voice from trying to keep up with the beat Troy and Gabriella had created with their bodies.
"Uh huh." She grunted, her dark brown eyes not leaving the star colored ones and she had barely comprehended that Ryan was ever born. Her long fingers began to play with the tiny hairs on the back of his head while Troy's hips suddenly push into over drive to increase the pace. His calloused hands leave her sculpted hips, making Gabriella whimper in disappointment. But that whimper ended as he reached up and circled his hands around her thin wrists on the back of his neck, quickly twisting her so she suddenly found that his muscular front was pushed up against her slender back. It felt like she had just gotten high.
The two danced in a fury of ecstasy as Troy's hands slowly ran down her sides, giving the shivers she had craved before. Her own hand reached up and snaked around the back of his neck, pulling his head closer to her so his soft nose rubbed up against her cheek dangerously. Gabriella could hear his shallow breathing, and turned slightly to see that his eyes were closed in pleasure. It was strange though, he looked like he was confused about what was happening. His face scrunched up as he gasped for air in an erotic way that made Gabriella turned on even more.
"Is something wrong?" She whispered in a hitch voice before a moan slipped out of her mouth as Troy pushed his excited groin into her butt harder.
"No… I…" His husky voice responded blissfully. A smirk painted onto Gabriella's face before her body slowly pushed up against his and slipped downwards. Her back ran down his tent in his jeans, driving him crazy. Moans from Troy replaced the music as she then pushed her body back into his and felt her self floating on cloud nine as she stood fully up again and glanced eagerly back to see Troy's face twisted in an erotic pain. "Fuck… it's not supposed to feel good."
Gabriella's eyebrows scrunched in confusion as her hand then controlled his neck to make him gaze upon her. What did that mean; it's not supposed to feel good? White met brown, and the longer they stayed connected, the darker Troy's eyes grew. They suddenly passed through miracles as the orbs morphed from the headlight white, slowly into the drowning ocean blue she was so used to. They were so beautiful. "What do you mean?"
Troy's panting increased by miles as he grabbed her hands again excitedly and spun her a second time, so that she could feel his full hardness through the front of her tight jeans. Troy reached down and rested his hands on her soft butt, attempting to pull her closer to him, but she knew the only way they could get closer was if he was inside her. "It doesn't hurt," he mumbled in a breath. "Fuck Gabi!"
Gabriella's warm hand traveled down the front of his chest, letting him tremble beneath her. She didn't understand what he was saying, but just the sound of his voice begin turned on was enough to push her over the edge. "Troy…" Gabriella moaned eagerly as her eyes slammed shut. Her pink rosy lips began to tingle in desire as fire shot down her body. The coffee brown orbs opened just for a moment to see that Troy was gasping for breath, though his sweaty forehead now rested on hers. "Troy!"
She called for him, and he answered. Troy's built arms removed from her slightly sore butt and gripped her lower back furiously. Time stood still as his smooth lips crashed onto hers forcefully. Her shining eyes shut in passion as her body was suddenly sent to a completely different place that she had never known. Fireworks sprinted through her veins as now, officially, every painful feeling she had ever felt about her mother or father, or just life in general was murdered brutally. Troy's wet tongue roughly grazed her soft bottom lip in a beg for entrance. Their ecstasy built just as she opened to his request, navigating her way through this unknown territory with her tongue.
He tasted sweet, like a forbidden fruit she was just dying to sink her teeth into. Nerves she didn't even now existed were being rubbed in the perfect way that she had never felt before. Slowly, her smooth hand trailed down his sculpted chest again, making his shivers to her evident. But everything good had to come to an end.
Just as quickly as it happened, Troy's tongue ripped from her wet mouth as he pushed her body backwards in fear. The sparkling blue eyes were the size of moons as they locked on Gabriella's. It finally sunk in that the two had just kissed. She had just kissed Troy Bolton. "Gabi… you can't…"
"What?" Gabriella asked painfully, her tiny heart increased in pace. Was she not a good kisser? Was that a mistake that was just in the heat of the moment? Did Troy never want to talk to her again? Troy's shaking hand ran through his chestnut locks as he looked at her with a painful desire. "I'm sorry; I thought you… and the dancing…" She tried to get out, but found that word vomit was seeping out instead. "I'm so stupid."
Troy took a small step forward and placed his warm hand onto her bare arm. "No…no… no Gabi you're not. I just…" his eyes were darting anxiously around her face, desperate. The cyan eyes shut in pain as though a war was going on in his head. "I have issues ok?"
Gabriella gazed up at him questionably. What? Issues? Troy Bolton was perfect. He was golden. There was no way there would ever be something wrong with Troy Bolton. "Troy… everyone has small problems."
Troy shook his head violently before placing his other course hand on her shaking arm. Her heart was being broken just from him staring at her. How could she be so stupid? She knew Troy would do this. Why had she even tried to be friends with him? "You don't understand," he coaxed sadly. The two seemed to be in their own little world, even though people were grinding and making out all around them. "It's not little problems Gabi, you don't get it." He stated desperately to make her understand. Pain radiated from his eyes as they bored down into her deep brown ones. Slowly, his hand reluctantly let go of her arm, making the spot that he had just touched burn in longing.
His shaking hand reached down and unbuttoned the button holding his jeans up. What? They went from grinding, to kissing, to Troy taking off his pants in public. This was getting messed up. "Troy, what the hell?"
He didn't respond as the hand that wasn't holding onto Gabriella's soft arm reached to his sculpted side and gently pulled down his light jeans and green and black boxers on the right side, but enough to cover his full manhood that was still there. Gabriella's dark eyes widened greatly as she gasped shockingly. Resting on his hip was a huge, mutated rippled part of his bronze skin. It was easy to recognize that it was a burn mark. Never once had she seen it before when he was shirtless. She didn't know how far it stretched to, but it looked huge, painful and disgusting. "I'm fucked up," Troy slowly buttoned the ripped jeans again and stared down at her painfully. "I won't let you get dragged down with me."
A sudden surge of passion erupted in Gabriella's stomach. She gently slithered her right arm up and around Troy's hard neck. His hands reflexively grabbed her lower back, pushing her groin against his still hard one. The slightly chapped lips grazed Troy's ear lobe, making the cerulean blue grow wide. "I have issues too," She whispered seductively, making Troy's body tremble. "You won't drag me anywhere I haven't been before."
Troy let out a longing sigh. "I can't Gabi."
Gabriella's head was removed from his tender earlobe as her slender leg wrapped around his built calf. Troy groaned pleasurably as Gabriella's moist lips moved to be millimeters away from Troy's thin ones. "Troy Bolton can do anything." She whispered seductively before Troy moaned at the feeling of her hand that brushed his navel temptingly. His body trembling in anticipation before he pulled her closer if that was possible.
"Fuck Gabriella." Was the last thing Troy moaned before his pale lips slammed against Gabriella's soft ones again.
A/N: I hope you guys liked this chapter, because I worked pretty hard on it. And my past readers, you know me. It's not one of my stories unless it has a hot grinding scene in it! I hope I didn't disappoint anyone, but thank you to everyone who's reading and reviewing! I love reading your reviews, so anyways, hope you liked this one!