A/N: I'm sorry the chapters are shorter, but I'm trying to make them filled with a bit more since I'm super busy and can't write long ones as easily. Thanks for reading and I really hope you guys likes this!
The twinkle that sparkled from beneath the thousand pound eyelids burst through the dark brown eyes. A yawn vomited from Gabriella's throat just before she tensed her body, hearing the earth defying sound of the warm blood rush through her ears. After the stretch, Gabriella collapsed back onto the spring of the comfortable bed, snuggling further in as to keep from the cold. The embers were diminished in the lifeless fireplace, and her slender arm reached around to pull the heated body of love beside her tighter. They tried to squeeze his torso, only to find…
There was no torso there.
Gabriella's heavy head lifted from the nest of sheets to glance around the chilled room. A disappointed frown stained her tired face as she squinted to find that she was completely alone. The dark orbs scanned over the Mahogany wood on the walls, the off white texture of the carpet, along with the ski and snowboarding posters that wallpapered the wood walls. It was almost as though he would jump out of one of the posters and surprise her. Damn.
Groaning as she did it, Gabriella finally pulled herself out of the comforts of Troy's bed and glanced down at her completely nude body. Memories of last night flooded her brain so quickly she was certain she would drown. Even if she had not had sex as she wanted, she still did accomplish something that was impossible. Something that she didn't think would happen in a million years. She got Troy to admit that there was something wrong.
Slowly, since she was slightly sore from Troy's actions last night. Gabriella wiggled her way across the bed, letting the tiny silver tattoo glow in the dark. It may have been nine in the morning, but Gabriella knew it was over cast behind the crimson closed drapes. She scanned the floor to find the white dress shirt he wore yesterday to school when he dressed up for the game. Her beaten up bare feet touched the course carpet before she reached down to pick up the shirt.
After shrugging it on and buttoning it up half way to taunt him with her cleavage still, Gabriella made her way across her new favorite room. Her small hands opened the thick door, and she was happily greeted with the aroma of a food that brought back childhood memories. For once, they were happy memories of sitting at the warm kitchen table while her at the time responsible mother making the breakfast. Those were the few memories that she wanted to savor.
Gabriella raced hungrily down the steps and pranced towards the lit kitchen. The intoxicating scent was so strong Gabriella almost fainted from being so close to heaven. And as her eyes turned the corner, Troy's figure, which was only wearing a pair of midnight black sweatpants so she could see the bulging muscles in his back, was crouched over the hot stove. That was heaven right there.
Softly so she would not be detected, Gabriella tip toed towards her chef boyfriend. Her slender body tenderly snaked her arms around his bare abs, causing his entire body to leap in shock and almost throwing the cooking batter into her face. "Fuck!"
Giggles whispered through her throat as Troy turned around with his headlight eyes bright and wide. Another discouraged frown coursed Gabriella's lips. The tiny speckles of blue that had been evident last night were wiped clean, returning to the tortured orbs she hated. "Sorry." Gabriella muttered before retrieving her arms from his rock waist.
A sandy chestnut eyebrow rose before he gently put the spatula down and took a heavy step towards her. "You scared me, I never said don't touch me!"
Even if his voice resembled one of a cancer patient who had three days to live, Gabriella couldn't help but be happy at his desire to be touching her. A relieved smile grazed her lips before Troy's course hand gripped her lower back to reel her light body towards him. Their pelvises connected just before their lips copied the action. Gabriella's eyes blissfully shut as his other muscular arm gripped her tiny waist as well. Gabriella's thin limbs slithered to his flat hair, grabbing at the side of his face. Troy's hungry lips squeezed hers, before they broke apart. Both teenagers' excited breath mixed as one when they were inches apart from each other. Troy went in for the kill again, bringing the sensuality to an unbearable level even without entering his tongue into her mouth.
"Good morning." Troy's cool breath floated against Gabriella's now swollen lips that were once again millimeters away from his.
"I could get used to that." She breathed heavily back, causing a sincere grin to paint Troy's already perfect features. His magical thumb traced circles around the small of her back, also causing her knees to buckle in his grasp. He caught her perfectly before his icy nose nuzzled the crater of her eye and cheek.
"Sleep ok?" Someone needed to explain to her how a simple question such as that made her want to strip off the shirt she was wearing and have him take her on the kitchen floor. Everything Troy said seemed to be laced into a hypnotic fashion.
"Perfect until I woke up to find someone gone." Gabriella's whisper was pathetic compared to Troy's smooth tone.
He chuckled half heartedly. "I had to make you food or you'd starve."
Almost as though on cue, Gabriella's flat stomach grumbled as though a semi was plowing through it. "Dammit, shut up." She mumbled embarrassedly to her fuel tank as though it would obey to her unsuccessful command.
Troy's lips tenderly pecked hers one more time before he removed his strong arms from around her. Gabriella couldn't help but find that ice had replaced where ever he was touching a moment ago. Funny how she could become so cold without just a single hand on her. "By the way… you look good in my shirt."
A blush rushed to Gabriella's rosy cheeks before she giggled flirtatiously and pointed to Troy's bare chest, the perfection of a god. "You look good not in your shirt."
The two bright moons rolled before he lifted up a plate holding a stack of what Gabriella was sure would cause her stomach to orgasm, even if that was impossible. The sun kissed brown sat perfectly on the tops of each morsel, steam lifting from them with a buttery aroma wafting into Gabriella's nose. She couldn't help but feel a wet trickle of drool threaten to fall down her face. So perfect to feed her deprived stomach.
"Pancakes?" Troy offered softly, Gabriella reaching impatiently for them before he laughed distantly and let her trembling hands close around the plate. "I didn't know you liked them so much."
Gabriella smiled cheekily again, still feeling the blush flooding her face. "My mom used to make them when I was younger… my da…" she almost slipped the three evil letters out before shaking her head to clear it. This didn't go unnoticed by Troy. It was one of the first times Gabriella had actually started to say "dad" in a sentence. "…er… my sister and I used to wait at the table on Saturday mornings."
Saturday mornings were when her mom was home and her dad had to work.
"Aww… that's cute." Troy teased, though Gabriella was well aware that his efforts to keep the mood light were being strained. It was the first time she noticed the purple shadows beneath his swollen eye lids. Obviously, he hadn't fallen asleep as easily as Gabriella after their round two of last night. The thought of whatever was wrong with him nipped at her side again. She wanted to know so badly.
With that Troy strode gracefully across the kitchen and sat down at one of the wooden chairs. He raised a single finger with a mischievous twinkle in his eye before bending it as though to coax her to him. Gabriella's smile reached across her face before she eagerly bounded to him. Even if he was dying inside, she was happy he was at least making attempts to please her. For some reason she was afraid of the horror stories she had heard when boyfriends got into a bad mood, they would just ignore the girlfriend. Well Troy had never really been normal.
Gabriella lightly slid into his arms and motioned her body so his right arm was holding up her slender legs and the left cradled her back gently. Her head snuggled in the crook of his musky neck before her small hands chopped at the golden pancakes. "Thank you… for this."
Troy chuckled distantly again before pressing his smooth lips against her hair hidden temple. "You haven't eaten anything yet. I could have poisoned it." His velvet voice mumbled.
"Great," Gabriella murmured before sliding the fork into the buttery cake and hungrily put it into her mouth. A rush of warmth covered her as her eyes slammed into a pleasurable bliss. She slowly chewed, savoring every inch of flavor as she possibly could. Even Troy's pancakes seemed to cause orgasmic ripples. "Where the hell did you learn to cook?"
His muscular shoulders raised in a loose fashion. "I dunno. I do it a lot I guess… they're ok though?"
Gabriella gazed lovingly up into his perfectly smooth face. "Ok? Troy… they're like eating heaven."
He leaned towards her, pressing tiny kisses against the warm skin against her neck. "I'll give you heaven…"
Gabriella couldn't deny the desperation in his voice, yet there was a hint of true desire as well. She could tell that Troy was fighting between his need to kill the pain he was stuck in, and the needs that suddenly began to stir on her thigh when his hand brushed the inside of her burning thigh. The pancakes suddenly became tasteless when her eyes shut blissfully. "Troy…"
With that she tried to maneuver the plate behind her while she wiggled from his grasp so she could get into a better position. After completely disposing of the now plain pancakes, Gabriella's taste buds found a new craving as their lips found each other, wasting no time this round to taste the other's mouth. Gabriella's toned legs slipped onto either side of him in a straddle before his hand gently slid down to cup her now exposed butt.
The sensual moment was short-lived, when an evil abrupt noise overpowered it. Almost choking on the goodness in her mouth, Gabriella jumped in Troy's lap only to recognize the shocking ring tone as the sleek black object rattling on the wooden table. Both stared at each other with a burning desire in Gabriella's core, before Troy sighed annoyingly.
He once again placed a tingling kiss onto her forehead before slipping up to cause Gabriella to land in the chair as he reached for the cell phone. Her face was flooding in heat from the make out session that had just occurred in the middle of his kitchen. You did something new every day.
Gabriella immediately caught the change in emotions as Troy's face turned into a rock when he glanced down at the screen. If there was any color present in his eyes, it was completely wiped away like a speck of dirt on a car. She could see the mangled crease lines on his now horrified forehead. The temptation to jump up and throw whatever was causing him so much pain towards the wall to shatter rippled in her heart.
"What?" His voice hissed as though a real threat was on the other side of the phone. This scared Gabriella. She was certain that Troy didn't have any enemies, and she had never seen him so cold to someone beside the time when she first came to his house. But even then at least he had had a slightly passionate tone to his voice. This ice chilled her uncomfortably.
She had no idea this would be velvet compared to what he was capable of.
"Shut up ok? You suck at timing." His blinding lights flashed to Gabriella before turning away, probably forgetting she was in the room the moment he did. She watched fearfully as the muscles in his back tightened, almost as though he was going to spring at something.
"I'm listening." Troy growled into the phone. It was difficult to listen to the one sided conversation with the mysterious person on the other line. What were he/she saying? Was it a he or a she? And why did Troy sound like he wanted to rip out their throat?
She was distracted for a moment when she heard the tap tap of dull nails against the hardwood floor. Instantly, a ball of fur had jumped into her lap, almost causing her tiny body to tip over and crash violently to the floor. A tiny giggle stretched to her face when Sadie's paws rested on the chair and she eagerly lifted up to lick Gabriella's face profusely. "Hey girl." Gabriella mumbled against the silk hair and gently began to run her fingers through it, focusing on the other tormented figure in the room again.
"You're shitting me…" Troy whispered tortured. The gold pigment of his skin mutated into the pasty pale Gabriella feared so much. Sadie spun her head around to her owner, only to whimper at his destruction. This made Gabriella's grip on her fur even more furious.
"ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME SYD?!" The roar almost brought Gabriella to the floor again. Sadie once again whined, but knew it wasn't safe enough to go to him. She watched as Troy's biceps became large balls and his trembling hands formed two deadly fists.
Troy snarled again. "You couldn't wait like three weeks could you? Do you really want me to push me over the edge? Keep doing what you're doing."
His face became a living hell, and Gabriella could feel the fear ripping through her veins. This was scary, no, terrifying. Though she wasn't scared for her own life, she was fearful that Troy was going to magically pull out of gun and end it all. She would have rather taken the bullet. Any day, any time. There was a high voice protruding through the reviver on the phone loud enough so Gabriella could hear the voice was feminine. It could have been her imagination, but she though she heard the words "I had no choice."
"You…" Troy attempted to rebut before his clenched fist fell to his side helplessly. The anger that was apparent through his body disappeared at an intense rate before his forehead pushed up against the kitchen wall. Gabriella could imagine his eyes shutting tortured, again murdering the temptation to run to him and slam the phone closed to tell him everything would be ok. "What time?"
It was a surrender and Gabriella knew it. The sight of his body trembling even more terrifying than his uncontrollable outburst. The long fingers knotted into Sadie's fur, hearing her yelp the tiniest bit when Gabriella nervously pulled to hard on the coat. "Sorry Sadie." She mumbled, never taking her curious eyes off the burning man in front of her.
"Whatever. It's not under my control." His harsh voice whispered. What wasn't under his control? "Eleven… right… I'm not gonna skip out of the state."
Why would he do that? "What?" Gabriella murmured to herself, though it went unheard by Troy.
"It'll be fine? Yeah, whatever you say Sydney," So he was talking to someone named Sydney. But who was she? A sudden unpleasant memory of going to Troy's house for the first time washed through her brain. Wasn't there a mystery girl who left? Could that be who he was talking to? And what was she making him do that he couldn't handle? That would push him over the edge? None of this was making sense to her. So desperately did she wish that she could hear the other side of the conversation. "They can shove the fucking thing through your arm then."
With that the phone violently snapped shut. Gabriella's heart unevenly beat and could be heard through the silence of the room. She didn't want to move, afraid that Troy would turn on her with a rage of bright light eyes. Breathing was even out of the question. No way did she want to trigger any more pain than was possible.
Slowly, his vibrating body turned around, almost causing Gabriella to gasp. There was no anger evident in his crucifying face, but that made it more frightening. The normal perfection was stolen, causing the blazing skin to turn into pale ice. He could have stood next to the snow covered window and blended in. The blinding white orbs matched his skin, except for the dark purple circles beneath them that gave her the impression he hadn't slept in centuries. It was as though he was completely frozen, yet being burned at the stake at the exact same time.
Gabriella completely forgot the animal she was petting and stood. Their gravitational force through their eyes pulled each other together. Without a moment of hesitation, Gabriella found herself in his arms, pulling him desperately towards her as though she could transfer her sun warm heat into his lifeless body.
A million questions swam through her mind, and she tried to control them all from spilling out. "What's going on?" The only once she managed to form a sentence with came out.
He shook as though he was strapped to an electric chair. "I…I have to… tomorrow." It was as though he barely comprehended what was going on himself.
"Where? Why? Troy… what's happening?" Her voice sounded as though someone was dying, which in an essence someone was.
There was a drawn out silence before he spoke again. "Doctor's… tomorrow…"
Her heart fell to the floor. Immediately she ripped away from him to gaze into his deprived eyes. Something was wrong with him. He was sick, that's why he was looking so awful. It finally stabbed her with a thousand sharp needles into her chest. He was sick.
"What's wrong?" Her voice shook, causing Troy's eyes to widen. "Damn it Troy tell me!"
He was taken aback for a moment, before shaking his head violently. "Not like that Gabriella…" she frowned at the sound of her full name, but felt the beat in her heart pick back up again. The slightly more relaxed tone in his voice proved that he was not sick as she though. Phew. "It's a check up."
What was wrong with that? She was missing something, she had to be. There was no way he would be torn over something as easy as a check up, would he? Gabriella gazed into his dull white eyes, searching for an answer. All she found was a secret locked tightly away. There was definitely something more to the story, but she was too fearful to push it.
"I thought…" She whispered embarrassed, before Troy's hands gripped her waist tighter at the thought.
"Come with me."
His voice vomited passion as he spoke. Their eyes refused to land on any other object in the room. Gabriella sensed his emotion racing through the roof. "What?"
"I need you tomorrow." His voice was husky, yet extremely frightening. He needed her, but why? She desperately tried to grip an answer.
"Why?" Gabriella's voice shook at his desperation. What was going on?
"Please just say yes." Troy begged in the eruption of desire, pain, agony, and love he could muster. Everything was clear to her in that moment. She didn't need to know why, but it was earth shattering how much he needed her.
"Anything for you." Her voice animated before Troy's longing lips were violently against hers, in a desperate need that Gabriella accepted, proving the last words that came from her mouth.