A/N: Your reviews last chapter were amazing, so thank you so much! And so I don't get sued, unfortionatly, I don't own Vanessa Hudgens, or Say Ok. Thanks for reading everyone!

"But why not?" Gabriella complained as her back fell forcefully on the mattress of her bed, springing her body up ever so slightly.

"I told you already, damn it!" The voice on the other line shot back as Gabriella dark brown eyes rolled annoyingly. "There's nothing special about it, I don't want you fucking coming over."

Gabriella clicked her tongue irritated as she slowly lifted her palm up and gently bit down on the nonexistent nail. It was hard for her to believe that only about eighteen hours ago, Troy was lying on her bed, writhing pleasurably beneath her. "You're not like… a mass killer or something and are hiding dead bodies in there are you?" She asked, almost trying to lighten the mood, but found that she was almost serious. Gabriella couldn't understand why he wouldn't let her to his house.

"What? No!" He defended urgently. "You just don't get it ok?" They weren't angry. There was no way that they could be angry at each other after what occurred last night. Gabriella was almost ecstatic, but right now she was a tiny bit irritated with the lack of Troy cooperating with her. Her mind couldn't be taken away from the erotic image of Troy's orgasmic face, but she suddenly desired to see that same face in his own bed.

A defeated sigh though escaped from her parted lips as her eyes casually shut, her soft hair spilled out across the purple mattress. He was all that had been on her mind all day. When she went to the store with Ari, when she worked out, it seemed that she couldn't get those electrifying blue yes out of her head. She craved him earlier, but thought that the only contact she would get with him wouldn't be until tomorrow. But then the impossible happened. For the first time since before the Evans' party, Troy called her.

A heavy silence filled the air before Gabriella let out a small breath. "So… you're feeling better though?"

"What? Oh, yeah… Yeah I'm fine." He mumbled embarrassedly and Gabriella could almost visualize Troy's hand scratching the back of his neck nervously. She knew that there was absolutely nothing for him to be embarrassed about, but he still was. "I just… god this is gonna sound fucked up."

Gabriella, suddenly extremely attentive, sprung up from the position she was lying in on the bed. He was going to tell her something. Something sort of secret. She hadn't found anything out yet, besides that he had a scar on his hip, and he was about to spill something, she could feel it. "Troy… I think we both know that everything that revolves us is fucked."

"Yeah… yeah I guess." He drifted off on the other side. "I don't know… it's gonna sound stupid."

Gabriella shook her head violently even if there was no possible way he would see her. "Nothing you say is stupid."

Another sigh crackled through the receiver. "I get like… God this is so dumb… like… flashbacks. I don't know… it's stupid but if I see something, I'll sometimes completely black out you know? It sounds stupid…"

Gabriella shook her head again, knowing exactly how he felt. She personally didn't black out or go into flashback mode, but she could get close when memories were so vivid they were almost over powering. "No… it's not stupid. I understand."

"Re…really?" He stuttered, almost shocked at the fact that she understood. "It's dumb I know… I'm such a wimp…"

Gabriella couldn't help but finding herself fall harder for Troy at his vulnerability. She found it extremely sexy. "No you're not Troy… You really scared me…" Gabriella confessed softly before she heard Troy sigh on the other line.

"You can't Gabriella. You can't get worried, or concerned, or scared ok?" He desperately tired to get across. A third sigh could be heard as she imagined his course hand running through his dark hair. "This can't mean anything more Gabriella. I knew this wasn't a good idea…"

"I won't ok!" Gabriella protested, a sudden desperation clenching her heart. No. She couldn't let him go. She wouldn't. Her stomach was falling apart into shattering pieces. "Troy… it's nothing ok? I was just concerned. You looked so… so broken. I'm sorry," she tried to convince him. It didn't matter if he wasn't actually hers, just what they were doing last night was enough to satisfy her. "It's just hard… you know? Because you're just… you're…" her voice was stuttering from the emotion that was rising. She couldn't describe what he was in words. "You're Troy Bolton."

"I wish I wasn't," he mumbled, not going unnoticed by Gabriella. Her heart smashed just by hearing those words. "I know it's hard… God I know it's hard…" Troy's voice erupted in a passion.

A pitter patter of her heart exploded. Did he maybe feel something? Even though he said he didn't, maybe he was? Gabriella bit her bottom lip, suddenly wanting to see him to an almost unbearable level. "Come over tomorrow… please? After basketball? We can work on the project… or whatever."

Emphasis on the whatever. "There isn't anything wrong is there?"

Gabriella found it strange how he asked her this, but then realized that he only did it because she seemed desperate for him to come over. In reality, last night just couldn't be taken from her mind and she needed to be with him. Alone. A sad giggle seeped through Gabriella's mouth before she stared up at the soft shaded walls, trying to paint Troy's face there with her eyes. "No Troy. I just want you to. Please…"

"Gabi…" He began to protest her motives. No was not an option for her right now though.

"Troy… please." She begged, craving just even his arm around her. Just a single touch would satisfy her. She just had to be with him.

"Ok… I'll come over after basketball." Gabriella's heart fluttered at the sound, before she heard a distant ringing through the receiver. It must have been Troy's home phone. "Shit… I have to take this. I'll see ya tomorrow though?"

Gabriella nodded furiously, though he was completely blind to her. "Yeah."

"Bye Gabi…" He clicked the phone while Gabriella's hand still held hers up to her ear. It lingered for a moment longer, trying to captivate his voice as much as possible, before she gently let her hand fall to the bed.

Troy gently opened his gold shadow cast street locker, trying to make as little noise as possible as he heard screaming coming from only a few hundred yards down. His face cringed at the shrill of the voice echo through the completely empty hallway. "WOULD YOU JUST MIND YOUR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS FOR ONCE?"

It was the end of Monday. But for Troy, it seemed more like the beginning. Basketball practice had just ended a mere ten minutes ago, which brought him to attempting to get all of his stuff from his locker at that present time. After that, he would race to Gabriella's to get some alone time with her, which he had been craving ever since Saturday night, even though it was completely against what he had always said. Saturday night just completely shook his world, physically and emotionally, making him crave her more than ever before.

"Maybe if you'd stop acting like a fucking slut and stop screwing college guys, then I wouldn't be in your business!" Another male voice bellowed from around the corner back, just before Troy practically dropped his binder from the shock.

Taylor and Chad's tension had been rising to an unbearable level all that day, and Troy was the least bit surprised that they finally snapped after running into each other in the hallway after practice. Supposedly, the rest of the date went well, all four of them having a good time. Troy noticed Kelsi and Ryan talking a little more than normal, but other than that no difference there. Although Taylor seemed a more hostile towards Chad today than normal. It was to the point where Troy was actually about to step in, but realized it was completely none of his business. Both were acting like four year olds and he was sick of it.

"SO I'M A SLUT?" Taylor's voice cut through the thin air like ice.

"No, but you're acting like one!" Chad screamed back, Troy grabbing his music pro folder and gently slid it into his bag. He didn't want to make noise so they would hear him and try to get him involved, but he was trying to hurry as fast as he could so he could get to Gabriella.

"You're just pissed off because I've found a damn good guy and all you can do is fuck around and obsess about basketball!" Troy shut his locker quickly, attempting to escape.

"Did you ever think I don't want the fucker to throw you to the curb once something better comes along?" Chad's voice wasn't as angry, he it was just a lot more passionate.

"I don't need you to look out for me Chad. What I do is my business so stay out of it!" She screamed before Troy heard footsteps down the hallway. At first, he just assumed it was Chad walking towards him, and he was prepared for a slash fest about how Taylor was so out of line or whatever, but then another voice filled his ears. "How can you even be fucking friends with him?"

Troy slowly spun his body so he saw the fuming Taylor stomp towards him. Her face was raging in a way that was extremely unfamiliar to Troy. Fire was pumping through her veins as she glared at him like it was his entire fault. "Because he's a good guy…"

"Like hell he is!" Taylor's arms shot up furiously to kill that thought. "He's such a fucking bastard. He called me a slut!" Troy could see that acid tears were locked in the corners of her dark eyes. Taylor's voice was trembling in anger. "Why the hell does it matter?"

"He's just trying to protect you." Troy tried to explain while a dim light cast a weak shadow on his face. He slung his backpack around his shoulder loosely.

"I don't need protection ok?" she snapped back angrily. "Why is he telling me what to do anyways?"

All of Troy's hidden secrets for Chad flew out the window. He didn't know why he said what he did next, maybe it was irritation at both of them, or maybe it was just that he wanted to get to Gabriella. Whatever it was, he couldn't control what came out of his mouth next. "Because he cares about you, so fucking much that it's ripping him up inside to watch you with him."

Taylor's anger suddenly washed away as her eyes grew wide for a moment. A wave of emotion crashed over her body as she went from angry to slightly scared in less than a second. "Wha… what?" She was thrown completely off guard, but then shook her head to attempt to build her wall up. "Well he has a dumb way of showing it."

"That's what people do when they really care about someone Tay," Troy tried to explain while gently placing a hand on her smooth forearm to make her understand. "They'll do anything to protect them, even if they have to sacrifice what they want most."

It took a moment until Troy realized that deep down, he wasn't talking to Taylor. Instead, he was trying to convince himself that what he was doing was right by not dating Gabriella. "But… he's… he's… and Matt…" She babbled confused before Troy grabbed her other arm and gently placed his around her in a brotherly hug.

"I know you like Matt… a lot… and he's a nice guy," Troy complimented honestly as he could feel tears soak into his shirt from Taylor's eyes. That was just the relationship they had ever since they broke up. "But Chad's…"

"I know…" She mumbled into his built chest before Troy's soft lips gently pressed on the top of her course black hair in a comforting brotherly way. "We've just been fighting so much lately… and he's always been there."

"He's not always gonna be there if you keep pushing him away though." Troy explained before brining her around to see that hot tears dripped from her tortured eyes. "Just think it over ok?" He suggested before giving her a warm smile. "You're the smartest girl I know. You'll know what's right."

Taylor nodded slowly before dropping her head shamefully to the floor. "I know."

"Will you make me feel so much better?"

"It's way too wordy." The horse voice responded before Troy cleared his throat and bent down towards the blank sheet of paper separating the two teenagers. Gabriella watched in awe as his dark brown hair hung off his forehead as he stared where it was lying on the couch. An acoustic guitar was resting in her tiny lap. Troy's long fingers that caused Gabriella's core to burn in a sudden desire to move towards her spread legs grabbed an inked pen and crossed out the scribbled words.

They had been at it for about an hour, Gabriella singing and attempting to play the guitar, though she wasn't very good at it. Instruments were scattered across the floor. Tambourines, bongo drums, chimes, even a flute that Gabriella played when she was in fifth grade. It was a good thing that Gabriella was so instrumental, literally. She had been making music since she was little, so learning instruments were easy for her. But what was difficult was removing her eyes from the sunburst orange t-shirted boy that sat just inches away from her.

"I know… I know!" Gabriella exclaimed stressfully before gripping at the sides of her thick hair.

"Calm down ok?" Troy soothed and slipped a hand onto her soft forearm, jitters crawling through her skin. "Just… start from the top of the refrain… We'll work it out."

Gabriella nodded her heavy head before making the guitar horizontal again and gently placed the smooth edges of her fingertips on the sharp strings. "When it's not alright, when it's not ok…" Troy's lips curled up in a smile at the sound of her single-worthy voice, Gabriella's face rushing in a hot blush as she glanced at him. "Will you…" She paused, her mind running in overdrive. A sudden thought crossed it, before a smile burst through her skin and her fingers strummed harder. "Will you try to make me feel better?"

"That's it!" He exclaimed beaming. "That's perfect Gabi…" Troy's sloppy handwriting appearing on the page as he quickly jotted down the idea.

Gabriella's heart felt a rush of happiness as Troy through the pen down and gave her shutters by locking eyes with her. "Can we work on the second part?" She requested before pointing her long finger out.

Troy nodded in agreement before leaning his hard body back on the black couch. "Ready when you are."

Gabriella giggled flirtatiously and let her fingers glide down the frets. "When I see you, I don't breathe, I can't wait until I see…"

"No." Troy plainly repulsed before gripping the neck of the guitar. Gabriella's amused eyebrows rose before Troy set it comfortably in his lap. "It's gotta be smoother. Glide on water, you know?" Gabriella giggled at his efforts before his fingers danced through the strings, a tango, a gorgeous sound that Gabriella's would never produce in her wildest dreams. "When you're close… I don't breathe… I don't know what to speak…"

"Where the hell did you learn to play like that?" Gabriella asked, causing Troy's shining baby blues to shoot to her dark orbs. A lazy shrug grazed his shoulders. It was an unknown fact about him. He could play guitar.

"My dad bought me a guitar when I was four," Troy explained, Gabriella suddenly noticing the evil shadow that crossed his face. It was as though the kitchen light left his bronze skin and caused a horror look to his features. Not a pained look as he normally got when something went wrong. This time it was a twisted anger that would snap in half if rubbed the wrong way. "It was the only good thing the bastard did for me." He mumbled, before his turning white orbs widened in shock that it slipped.

So Troy didn't get along with his dad. There were thousands of questions swimming through her head, but she couldn't form them into words. She wanted more. She was craving more, but knew that asking Troy would be pushing her limits. "Come on…" Gabriella attempted to flip the mood again. "We can do better."

Troy's drained face quickly switched back to the normal, sexy appeal that it was. "Right…" his long fingers worked magic again, gently pushing the strings down and back up, Gabriella finally realizing why his hands were so course all the time. It was from pressing down strings. Why was he so perfect? His voice as well. Gabriella didn't understand how one person could be good at everything. It was slightly raspy, but still worthy of the top choir at their school. "When you're close…"

"I don't breathe…" Gabriella's high voice joined in, making the smile on his face slither higher on his cheeks. Troy abruptly stopped singing, though their eyes were locked with a force jetting from them, passion radiating in the dimly lit family room. "I can't find the words to speak… I feel sparks."

"Perfect." Troy proclaimed before furiously scribbling on the torn paper again. His eyes shot back upwards, attempting to grasp all of her. Gabriella could feel a blush erupt on her cheek as Troy gently removed the guitar on his lap. The heat in the room increased as the lyrics fell to the floor forgotten as Troy leaned towards her. "Just like you." He mumbled tenderly.

It took Gabriella by surprise, but Troy's worn down hand gently reached up and cupped the side of her face. His lips tranquil lips softly pressed against hers, sending vibrations through her body. The opposite hand snaked around to the back of her head, tangling his fingers through her hair. Gabriella accepted the kiss, letting her hand curl up to his shoulder to brace him. The wet tongue didn't request entry as she expected, but instead his lips squeezed her bottom one in a sensual, yet caring way that she had never seen before.

Troy gently pulled away from her as Gabriella's eyes curiously danced over his grinning facial features. "Is something wrong?" She asked concerned, for they never did anything unless there was an issue.

Troy gently shook his head. "No… I just… I wanted to kiss you." The happy smile then slid of his face and a slight panic took over. "I mean… we don't… if you don't want to…"

Her tender finger reached up and softly pressed against his lips to silence him. "Troy… I like your lips more when you're not talking."

The smile curved back onto his face and he tilted his head to return what Gabriella had been begging for. She tenderly snaked both arms around his strong neck and felt his hands attempt to pull her curved hips closer to him. The change from passionate hard make out sessions to this sweet, hidden side to was almost as erotic as if they were on her bed with him hovering over her.

His strong arms attempted to pull her to his lap, their lips squeezing each other. Finally, Troy's rolling tongue slithered between her lips and entered her mouth. It slowly explored, but kept the sensuality to an unbearable level at the snail pace. Gabriella found the familiar pangs of desire pulsating through her core.

Troy's rough hand gently began to slide up on the jean material on her thigh, making her nerves shoot to a level she hadn't felt in so long. They were so entranced with each other that neither heard the door slam. "Ella! There's another car in the driveway! Is Chad here?"

The sound of her sister's voice caused both of them to push away from each other. Gabriella's back fell on the couch as Troy's face was the color of the snow hanging from the trees outside. Her puffy lips licked to attempt to control the redness, and Troy was adjusting his jeans. A small smirk painted Gabriella's face before she lifted her head up from the couch. "Ari! How was Molly's?"

"Good!" The girl responded energetically and Gabriella could hear the bounding of the feet in the kitchen. There was a weigh shift on the floor and then she saw the mini version of her standing off to the side in a bright purple dress that came right below her knees. "We drew until her mom got…"

Ari's voice stopped in mid sentence and her light caramel colored eyes locked on the boy who was lazily sitting on the black couch. Gabriella bit her bottom lip gently as Ari's orbs were the size of Manhattan. At least Troy had colleted himself and made it look like they weren't making out moments before, but he had a curious smile on his face. "Ari… this is my friend Troy… Troy… this is my little sister Ari."

"I've heard so much about you." Troy commented, though the eight year old wouldn't make a movement.

"Hi…" Ari replied shyly before a small rush of red flooded her cheeks. Her hand swung the vibrant colored paper before she slowly turned and just then hurriedly ran to the kitchen.

Troy's dark eyebrows narrowed before he glanced at Gabriella. "Did I do something?"

Gabriella slowly stood up and shook her head. "No… she's just shy at first. I'll be right back."

Her long legs strode across the rough carpet, reflexively letting her hand brush up against Troy's knee as she walked by. Her feet carried her to the kitchen where Ari placed her backpack. "Hey… is something wrong?" The big sister mode kicked in as Ari's blushed face shook beneath the lights.

"That's not Chad…" She pointed towards the family room where Troy was now looking down at something. They were far enough away so the Montez girls' conversation could be hidden.

"No… that's Troy." Gabriella giggled before Ari's face turned to the color of a tomato. "He's really nice. You'd like him."

Ari rocked back and forth in her white shoes. Her dark hair draped over her face before she bit her bottom lip the way her older sister did. "He's… he's…" she struggled in whisper. "He's cute…"

A laugh rolled in the back of Gabriella's throat. Even though it was a little strange, it still amused her that her eight year old sister thought Troy was cute. Gabriella caringly wrapped an arm around Ari's shoulders and began to lead her back towards the family room, even though Ari's feet were protesting shyly. "Just wait til you get to know him, then he's even cuter."