Here it is…
And kissed her passionately on the lips. Unsurprisingly, she found herself kissing back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and she drew her closer to him. Suddenly she pulled away – a look of amazement glazed in her bewildered eyes.
"What did I do wrong?" he asked smiling cheekily; he had just started to enjoy himself.
"It's just…" she said exasperatedly and sighed.
He once again pulled her close to him and she closed her eyes. Then she pushed him away again.
"I just don't want to be another of Troy Bolton's girls," she sighed; she was beginning to enjoy herself with him too.
"Trust me – you'll be more special than the others," Troy whispered huskily and kissed her, yet again. Gabriella couldn't resist, she opened her mouth to let his tongue through and after a few seconds, she could feel his smooth hand moving up her lace shirt.
What am I doing? She thought to herself and opened her eyes in alarm.
She knew what she was doing – she was being seduced by the most notorious bachelor since Casanova.
Yet again she pushed him away this time more firmly than the rest.
"No, please go," she said and Troy could hear the hint of disappointment in her voice.
He hesitated. Then he thought of a plan. "Ok, but can I use your bathroom before I go? I'm absolutely dying."
Gabriella wasn't sure…Troy Bolton wasn't the most notorious bachelor since Casanova for any reason, but she eventually agreed.
"Ok, it's down there," she pointed down her sleek dressing room, across many frivolous dancing outfits. "But you have to go afterwards, ok?" She felt like she was making a mistake but she ignored it.
Troy nodded innocently and walked down the pretty room, decorated with photos of her family and little bows and sashes.
Little did they know that the whole thing was being caught on tape.
Little did they know of a little thing called youtube.
Troy came out of the toilet looking pleased with himself and Gabriella ignored him, even when he gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Bye Mr Bolton, hope you have a good day," she said politely, "And I won't ever see you again." She added underneath her breath, but Troy heard and muttered under his own breath, "Oh, but I will… you'll see…"
Gabriella walked into her bathroom and surprisingly found a little note in lovely curly writing saying…
Call me at (insert fake number here) at 8pm
You know you want to
Troy – xxx
She shook her head sympathetically at the note thinking of poor Troy Bolton, waiting for a call at 8pm and never receiving one. Don't Gabriella! She thought to herself again as she puzzled on whether or not to call. You do not want to be a Bolton girl!
Funnily enough she found herself ringing a certain Troy Bolton at exactly 8pm that night.
One ring…
Two…
Three…
Four…
"Hello?" she asked meekly.
"Hello, Gabriella, you didn't wait up did you?" a familiar voice replied…
Gabriella froze at hearing the voice she so often heard on tv.
"Have you been on youtube? You might find something interesting…."
That's it…gotta go to bed! Bibi! Review! Luv you guys! xpdx
