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Title: Boyfriend Test
Rating: T
Author: mylifeismine
Summary: Gabriella had always been told that there was a difference between love and lust. And as she tests to see what she is to Troy, she can only hope that what she is to him, is what he is to her. Troyella.
Genre: Romance/Humor
Length: Story
Chapter One: The First Temptation
I told Troy yes.
But right now, he's not 100 percent my boyfriend, more like...75 percent.
He doesn't know that though.
Okay, I'm stringing him on...but still.
Right now, I'm lying on my bed, thinking of how I should start the test.
I answer my phone when it rings.
"Hey Troy," I chirp cheerfully.
"Hey Gabriella," he said...nervously?
I couldn't help but to gigle.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"Nothing."
"C'mon, Gabs. You can tell me."
I smiled, "Nope."
"Fine," he said on the other line.
I could tell he was pouting.
"Stop outing," I say with a grin.
I heard him pull back his curtains, then open his bedroom door.
"Where are you?" he asked slowly.
"At home," I say with a smirk.
"Then..."
"I can hear you pout," I say.
"...Right..."
"So what're you doing?" I ask him.
"I'm on my break."
"Break?"
"Yeah. Basketball break. My dad had to pick up Sabrina from her friend's place."
"I'm bored," I said, as I turned my television on.
"It part of life," Troy chuckles, as I flip through the channels, when I give up trying to find a good show, the television is on a model show.
A light bulb goes above my head.
I've got my first temeptation on Troy.
"Hey Troy." I say.
"Yeah?"
"Do you have Sharpay's number?" I ask him.
Troy doesn't say anything for a second, he pulls back his curtains to peek again, then says slowly, "...Why?"
"I wanna call her."
"...Does this have to do with our relationship?" he asks suspiciously.
"Do you want it to deal with our relationship?" I say suspiciously back.
"No," he says quickly.
"Okay," I say perkily, "What's her phone number?"
"Home, pink cell phone, blue cell phone, black and pink cellphone, red cell phone---"
"Her home phone number," I interrupt.
"123-456-7890."
"Thanks!" I say, scribbling the number down on to a sheet of paper.
"I have to go. Dad's back. See ya tomorrow!" Troy says.
"Bye!"
After Troy hangs up, I call Sharpay.
"Gabriella," she says coldly when she answered.
"Hey Sharpay," I say cautiously.
"What do you want?" she says rudely.
I'm assuming, she hasn't gotten over the winter musical...
"I was wondering if you could do me a favor," I say.
"What's the favor?" she says.
"I was wondering if you would wear your smallest clothes, and walk around Troy a lot," I say, choosing my words carefully.
"Is this some kind of trick?"
"No," I say.
"And anyway, aren't you dating him?" Sharpay says matter-of-factly.
"Mhm."
"And why would I do a favor you?"
"Well if he stares, flirts, or whatever, I'll drop out of the spring musical," I say.
Cause if he stares, he's gone from my life.
Sharpay thinks about it, "Deal."
As Sharpay hangs up, I can hear hangers crash into each other.
I can't help but to grin.
As Troy picks me up the next morning, I'm full of energy, well more than normal anyway.
Troy thinks I'm on drugs.
"...Are you okay, Gabs?" he asks slowly, as he drives the short distance to East High.
"Yep."
We go through four green lights, but when we have to stop at a red, Troy leans over.
He grabs my face gently, and kisses me on the lips.
It goes into a ten-second tongue battle.
Troy pulls back, and tastes what's in his mouth.
"No alcohol," he says finally, then driving through the green light.
"Tro-oy!" I say, smacking his arm, then turned my head and looked out the window, and didn't say anything.
"Did I upset you?" he asks sincerely, as he parked his car.
"Nope!" I say, going back to my cheerful mode, as I got out of the car.
Troy shook his head with laughter, also getting out of his car.
"Come here," he say, pulling my face towards him.
I clamped my lips together, and shook his hands off my head in a joking manner.
Troy laughed, but placed his lips on mine anyway.
Eventually, I unclamped them.
Under the spell of the Troy Bolton.
Troy pulled back, and he licked his lips, "No coffee."
I pouted.
"I'm sorry," he said, putting his right arm over my shoulder, pulling me closer to him.
He kissed my cheek, then we walked to the front school doors together, "Forgive me?"
I nodded, and leaned my head against his arm.
As we walked through the school, people stared at whispered.
We were about fifteen lockers from my locker, and I saw Sharpay and Ryan walking in our direction.
Sharpay was wearing a bright red haltor top, her body parts barely staying in the top, and a really mini black skirt, showing off her legs, and she also had a pair of flip flops on.
But Troy barely looked at her.
He's good...
I'll need a new temptation.
"Hey Sharpay," I say.
"Hi Gabriella," she says with a tight smile, then nods at Troy, "Troy."
After Sharpay is behind us, Troy asks me, "Is there something I should know about?"
"Nope," I say with a smile, before going over to my locker, which was beside Taylor's.
"Hey girl!" she says, looking from Troy to me, and back, "So he asked," she said with a smirk, in a quieter tone, but loud enough for Troy to hear.
Troy turns a slight shade of pink.
"Took you long enough," Taylor said to him.
I giggle, peck him on the cheek, and gave him a small shove in the direction of his locker, in the next locker bank beside mine.
Five minutes later, Chad and Troy were back.
"Hey Gabs! Congratulations!" Chad says, after he kisses Taylor.
I blush, "Thanks."
"Gabriella."
I turn my head to see Sharpay behind me.
"Can I talk to you?" she says, with Ryan behind her.
"Sure," I say.
We walk to her locker, which is about twenty-five lockers down from mine, I could feel my friends' eyes all staring at me.
"Ryan. Go talk to Mrs. Darbus," Sharpay commands.
"Why?" Ryan says confused.
"Go!" Sharpay says loudly, giving Ryan a shove.
I feel bad for Ryan.
"Okay," Sharpay said, turning her attention to me.
She opens her locker pulls her tops out, "Which one's better?"
"That one," I say, pointing to a V-neck t-shirt, that stopped before her navel, and was made out of very thin material.
She puts the other top back into her locker.
She pulls out a ruffled skirt.
"But what's wrong with your haltor?" I ask.
Sharpay hands me a water bottle, "Pour it on me."
I hold the bottle stupidly.
"Now!" she hisses.
I stand there.
"Ugh," she says.
Ryan was coming out of Mrs. Darbus's room.
"Ryan," she hissed, "Pour this on me," she said, handing him the bottle.
Ryan splashed the liquid over her.
As Sharpay stalked off, Ryan looked at me, with a questioning look.
I shrug, and head back over to my locker.
"Tell me you're not replacing me," Taylor says cautiously.
I laugh, "You're still my best friend, Taylor."
"Just making sure."
"Why were you giving Sharpay clothing tips?" Chad asked.
I shrugged, "She asked."
The bell rang, and we all dashed for homeroom.
"Pinch me," Troy said.
I rolled my eyes, but pinched him
"Ow!" Troy yelled, cradling his arm.
Mrs. Darbus gave him a look.
"Sorry," he said.
"Gabriella," he whimpered.
"You asked," I said.
Troy continued to rub his pained arm.
I then felt bad, so I kissed his boo-boo, "Better?"
"All better," he said, like a little kid.
Sharpay entered the room, but when Troy took no notice of her, she stalked to her seat, steam coming out of her ears.
Few seconds later, a crumpled piece of paper landed on my desk.
I looked over at Taylor, who was beside me, who pointed at Sharpay, with a frown.
I uncrumpled the paper.
Deadline?
I took the pen that Troy was playing with, and scribbled a reply.
'Til end of monthI gave the paper to Taylor, to give to Sharpay.
I leaned back in my seat.
I have thirty-one days, counting today.
I looked over at Troy, who still hadn't looked at Sharpay.
But man...
He's good.
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