Second chapter, folks. I thank for the reviews. And here is the next chapter. Warning! Warning! Warning! Adult flashback ahead in the end of the chapter! I'm gonna do like with the first story, give you a warning beforehand. It definitely should have been rated M. Actually there will be a lot of chapters like this.
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Forbidden Dreams
Chapter 2.
Troy was staring at her, his jaw open. It was practically on the floor. Thousand of things flew through his brain, right that moment. Did she just say that they wanted her to marry him? How's that… How's that possible? Arranged marriages aren't supposed to happen like that! And she's his! She's dating him, how can they do that… How… can… they…?
"They what!?" he breathed out, looking at her, hurt flashing through his eyes.
"They want me to marry him, Troy!" Sharpay shrieked, on the verge of tears, "Apparently, Misja is really intelligent and rich, and he's starting his own company. His father says he needs a good wife, and my dad, wanting to please him, said that I'd be more than happy to be his wife. So they had this dinner party, and… I didn't understand that it was actually a date for me to meet my future husband, so I tried making such a good impression as possible, but…" she broke down, and tears started streaming down her face.
Troy just kept looking at her. He didn't understand what she was saying. What was she getting at…? Did they really want her to marry some dude she barely knew? It was… wrong. "How…" he paused, not knowing how to put his questions, "How, eh… Did they… eh… what- what happened?"
Sharpay took a deep breath, "Well… I'd been getting ready all day, wanting to make a good impression, and then… we were sitting at the restaurant."
...Sharpay was digging her fork into her appetizer. Her father's business partner and family were running late, so the waiter had to serve them the first of their dinner. It was some weird shrimp cocktail of something, and she didn't like it very much. She was used to all this fancy food, but nothing would ever top a plate of cookies and a glass of milk, eaten in her room with Troy.
She missed him. She hated not being able to spend her Saturday night with him. He usually went with her whenever she had these dinner parties with her family. They never minded, and her father was always proud to introduce Troy as his daughter's boyfriend, as well as Gabriella as Ryan's girlfriend, to all his rich friends. But this time Troy wasn't invited to come. When she'd told him about it, he'd immediately asked if he could tag along, but she had had to let him down. Her mom had especially told her, that Troy wasn't invited this time.
But she found it weird. Right across from her, on the other side of the table, sat Gabriella and Ryan, feeding each other shrimps. Sharpay placed her fork on her plate, purposely making such a noise, that her parents turned to look at her. She shot them a hateful look, "How come Gabby can be here, when Troy can't?"
"Honey…" her mother begun, moving her hand across the table to grab Sharpay's, but Sharpay pulled her hand back, "We just have someone we'd like you to keep company tonight." She explained further, "If Troy was here, you wouldn't have time to talk to Misja, Mr. Goodwin's son. He's coming tonight too, so it wouldn't be polite for you two to both have guests."
"Then why did it have to be me!?" Sharpay whined, "Why couldn't it be Ryan, who had to… entertain that Misja guy!"
"No complaints, Sharpay!" her father interrupted, "I don't wanna hear a peep out of you, and you better behave!"
Sharpay sighed, looking into her plate again. She decided not to answer her dad, she didn't want to speak to him, and she knew nothing good would come out of an argument. She just had to get through the night, and then when she came home, she could pack an overnight bag and head to Troy's house. He'd be able to cheer her up.
She looked up by the sound of her father greeting someone. Three people were approaching their table. A woman, a man, and a guy around her age too. He looked kinda cute. He had black hair and green eyes. He was tall, and he was dressed nicely. She stood up to greet them too, acting like a mature adult. The guy, who would have to be Misja, shook her hand and shot her a cute smile. Then they all took a seat, Misja next to her.
During dinner, they let the adults talk, but between the main dish and the dessert, Misja turned to look at her, an interesting look in his green pools, "So Sharpay… How are you?"
"I'm good." She smiled, deciding that she might as well make the best of this, and give a good impression, "Really good. How about you?"
"Great." He smiled, "I'm having dinner with a beautiful lady, ain't I?"
Sharpay's cheeks turned a slight red, and she let out a giggle. Say what you want, but this guy was sweet and charming. He couldn't be all bad, "Thanks. So, what are you up to… with your life and all?"
"Well…" he trailed off, giving her an unsure look, "I'm starting my own business here in Albuquerque in the end of the summer holidays. I'm moving here in a few months already. I want to settle down somewhere, and people always says this is a great place. Plus, my dad has said so many things about your father, and we want to be partners too. What about you?"
"Well… I'm finishing high school in a few weeks too, and then I'm starting collage after the holidays."
"What do you wanna do for a living?"
"Act." Sharpay replied, shooting him a huge smile, "Acting is definitely one of my priorities, and I'm majoring in it. That and designs too."
"Sounds cool." Misja just replied, and then their conversation ended, because their desserts arrived. Sharpay, all in all, had fun with this guy, he wasn't boring or anything. Their conversation flew without problems, so the night wasn't as bad as she'd feared it would be.
They said goodbye to the Goodwins around 8 o'clock, and headed home in a taxi. When they arrived home, Sharpay wanted to go pack her bag and go to Troy's house, but her parents called her into the family room, just the three of them. Gabriella and Ryan shot her a confused look, and she went in there, closing the door behind her. She knew they'd stay to eavesdrop, but she really didn't mind. It couldn't be anything bad, she'd really behaved herself during dinner.
"So…" her father begun, motioning towards one of their leather chairs, wanting her to sit down, which she did, "What did you think of Misja?"
"Uhm…" Sharpay was kinda confused. What did he want her to say? "He was… sweet I guess. Cool fellow." She paused, and bit her lip, "Okay, I don't know what you want me to say, so what?"
"Sharpay…" her mother begun, "The reason we wanted you to meet Misja, is that… After discussing your future, and then hearing about Misja's plans from his father, we've decided that… You and Misja are getting married."
It didn't take Sharpay many minutes to let those words sink in, "WHAT!?" she yelled, standing up from her seat, "You want me to marry HIM!?"
"Yes." Her father replied, pushing her into her chair again, "Misja needs a good wife. Someone to support him, and to cook him dinner and give him children. And seriously Sharpay, you need a proper future, as a proper wife and not an actress! And please, that Troy-boy would never be able to give you a good life! He wants to teach second grade!"
"So what!?" Sharpay shrieked, pushing herself out of the chair and towards the door, "I love Troy! And Troy loves me! You can't arrange a marriage! I'm 18 years old!" she breathed out, placing a hand on her heart, "I don't want to be someone's wife! I want to be an actress and I want to be with Troy!"
"Sharpay, calm down, honey!" her mother said, taking a step towards her shaking daughter, to calm her down.
"No, I wont calm down!" Sharpay yelled, "You can't tell me who to marry! I want to marry someone when I'm ready! I don't even know that guy!"
"But you said you liked him?"
"I talked to him during one dinner party!" Sharpay exclaimed, stomping her foot into the floor, "How am I supposed to know who he really is?"
"Sharpay!" her father's hard voice cut through, "You're going to marry Misja, end of discussion. We've already arranged this with his father, and Misja knew about this since two months ago. I'm not gonna have this conversation with you, because it's already arranged. No way to change it. The end."
"I hate you!" Sharpay yelled, tears streaming down her face, "I thought you loved me! How could you do this to me! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" she hit her father square across the chest, and turned around, storming out of the living room. She stopped in the hall, where she came face to face with Gabriella and Ryan, who both looked sad for her. She shrugged at them, and hurried up the big stairwell, tears falling in cascades down her cheeks.
She couldn't believe this…
"Ryan and Gabby knew all along!?" Troy yelled, standing up from his seat in the couch, "It's been two weeks, Sharpay! Why didn't you tell me!?"
"I didn't know how to!" Sharpay cried, "I've been thinking and thinking of ways to get out of this, Troy, but… There are no ways! And I didn't want to hurt you! I love you!"
"But, don't say it!" Troy yelled, shooting her a look, "Don't say that! You're marrying someone else! You can't love me! And I can't love you! Why… Why… How can they do this to us?"
"I don't know…" Sharpay trailed off, crying into her hands, "I love you, Troy. I want to be with you. You're my everything. The best thing that ever happened to me! How am I supposed to marry someone else when I love you so much!?"
"I can't let you go…" Troy trailed off, sitting down again, next to her, "I love you too, Sharpay. You taught me so many things. You're my first kiss, my first time, my first everything. How can there be someone else after you? No one will ever be able to take that place." He paused, "But I guess someone will have to then."
"I'm so sorry, Troy." Sharpay said, "I don't want to marry Misja. I want to marry you. I want to be with you forever, because I really believe we would have made it."
Troy let out a breath, a deep drawn-out one, "…this is the end, then?" he asked, tears in his blue eyes, "I can't believe this is goodbye, Sharpay."
"It's not goodbye!" Sharpay told him, "We still have the rest of this school year together, plus three weeks of our vacation! We have our prom, and… and Hawaii too! We're still going right, Troy!? I want to spend the rest of my time with you the fullest… Please don't be mad at me for this, please say we can be together until."
"How can I, Sharpay?" Troy said, "I can never be with you the same way as before. I know you're going to be with him, and that you're not mine. I wont even be able to make love to you the same! It'll be wrong, knowing you're not mine! I… I don't think I can do all that with you… I don't think so."
"But… Prom night!" Sharpay protested, "And… And I was going with your family to Hawaii! We can still do all that! We can be together until he comes to town, Troy! Please…" she begged him, trying to get his hands into hers, but he kept pulling them away.
"I can't, Sharpay…" Troy said, shaking his head slightly, "I just can't be with you… It hurts too much. You've… you've already broken my heart, I can't… It's not the same anymore."
"But it's not my fault Troy!" Sharpay protested, her eyes filling with new, fresh tears, "It's my parents… You can't punish me for this, Troy! Punish them… I love you… I love you so, so much… I've never felt this way about anyone before, and think about all the guys I've been with. You've topped them all… I don't know what I'll do without you…"
"You'll survive." Troy replied, going for the door, "It'll be tougher for me. You're the only person I've ever kissed.. How can I move on without you?" he shot her one last look, before going out of the door, smacking it close behind him.
Sharpay looked at the closed door, tears streaming down her face. She had never imagined Troy leaving her, she had never imagined them breaking apart. She couldn't comprehend it. Her life had been nothing but great after she and Troy had gotten together, well, also before they were together, but… How could it suddenly just… be bad?
Were they… were they really over?
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Troy threw himself on his bed, tears streaming out of his eyes. He'd never been much of a crier. He'd never cried when he got hurt, or when his grandma died. He'd cried when Sharpay turned 16 and he had to do a nice speech for her, because she meant so much to him. He'd cried when he was little and made his first basketball team.
But he'd never cried as much as he was crying now.
He'd brushed his parents off, slammed the door to his room, and locked it, not wanting them to disturb him. He sniffled, and buried his head in his pillow. It still smelled like her, she always wore the same perfume. Ralph Lauren HOT. He loved it on her, and its smell still lingered in his bed, even though it was three days since she last spent the night. Her stuff was lying everywhere in his room too. Her clothes were in his drawer, and her books were on his table.
He loved her so much, he couldn't believe they were over. It was the end of them, no more Troy and Sharpay, no more Troypay, as the school newspaper had named them. It was over… just like that.
He rolled around on his back, and took a look at his Cutest Couple Prizes, from all three years. He'd displayed them, because Sharpay made him. He really didn't mind. The first one was most important to him. The night after they'd gotten that, Sharpay had pulled him with her to the park, going for a walk, but they'd ended up having sex under a tree, hoping that nobody was walking by…
…Sharpay linked her fingers with his, as they made their way across the park, walking underneath the stars and the moon. It was already quite late, so no one was really there. She'd just called him up and demanded him to take her out. Not that he minded, every reason to be with her, was reason enough for him.
"Were are we going then?" Sharpay questioned, shooting him one of her delicious smiles.
"You called me up!" Troy said, crooking an eyebrow, "Shouldn't you know?"
"Well…" Sharpay trailed off, glaring at him, "You are the guy, Bolton. You should take the girl out. She shouldn't have to call you and ask you to take her out, you should do it just because you felt like it."
"I feel like it." Troy mumbled, pulling her closer to him. He put his arm around her shoulders, and kissed her forehead, "So what do you say we just sit underneath the old oak tree? You know, cuddling?"
"Have I ever said no to anything, even close to cuddling?" Sharpay just questioned, quickly dragging him towards the tree, which was a few feet away from them. They sat down, their backs resting against the old tree, Sharpay's head on Troy shoulders, his thumb softy running circles on her hand.
She turned to look at him, a mean look in her eyes. He knew she was up to something, but he wasn't quite sure what it was. Knowing Sharpay, it could be just about everything. She slowly traced a nail from his ear to his lip, where her finger lingered, as she looked at him, love shining through her eyes. They hadn't been going out too long at this time, but she was sure as hell, that no one was better for her than Troy. There was just something about him, something that made her feel better whenever she was near him, then when she had been with other guys.
She leaned up, placing her lips on his. He immediately kissed her back, parting her lips with his tongue. He had gotten a lot better at taking charge, now it was almost 50/50, though Sharpay still knew a lot of tricks, and she revealed one once in awhile. He loved when she did that, it always made their sex more exciting. Not that it wasn't good enough, just a Saturday morning under the covers in his bed, but… When they did other stuff, it really showed him how close they were, and he knew there was no other woman like his girlfriend.
She leaned back, lying on the grass, Troy's entire body weight on top of her. She felt so protected by him, that it was the best feeling in the world. She quickly let her hands wander up his back, playing with the curly hair he had on his neck. He let his kisses trail from her mouth to her chin, and down to her neck. He lingered there, and she turned her head to the right, to give him better access. Him kissing her neck was one of the best feelings in the world. She just loved it there, and it turned her on to no end.
She let out a quiet moan, and his lips continued their path, reaching down her top. For once she wasn't wearing something revealing, which was a shame, since he would have loved to take a good look right now, to plant a few kisses here and there. He decided that it was still a possibility, so he pushed her pink top down, just enough to reveal a red bra. He kissed the side of her breasts, and she let out another moan.
She pulled his head up, his ear right next to her mouth, "Make love to me, Troy!" she whispered, demanding her thoughts to him.
"But…" Troy paused, "People will see…"
"There's no one here." Sharpay just continued, pulling his mouth in for yet another kiss. And so he didn't protest. He kissed her back, letting his hands wander towards her little white skirt, where he slid them underneath, carefully removing her underwear. She had her hands on his belt, and was already half done unbuckling it. When she was done, she shot him a quick smile, and pulled his jeans down a little, just enough to see his excitement.
She giggled, "Why, why, why… I think someone is quite happy to have me here, isn't he?" she questioned, crooking an eyebrow.
"You're killing me," Troy just mumbled, planting little kisses on her neck.
"Yes, and I like it." Sharpay replied, not before letting Troy move into her, which caused a drawn-out moan slipping off her lips.
He looked down at her, concern in his eyes, "You okay?"
She just winked at him, "I'm in my right element."
So, there you have it. I think I blew a big hole in my T rating right now, didn't I? But I did tell you there'd be graphic M rated content in here. I hope it wasn't too much though, because I don't wanna rate this story M for real, and I don't think it's that bad! ;p Anyway, leave me a review, will ya'? Tootles, Stessa ;o