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CHAPTER 7

Gabi didn't know if she should be angry or not. By rights, she had spent the night with a Wildcat, too, but her Wildcat wasn't threatening to grope girls at every given opportunity.

Walking away from her best friend was not something she had expected to do but she found herself doing just that.

Her skating session with Troy had been postponed until his injuries were better but they were still meeting to talk through the routine.

They didn't have many places they could go without being caught so Gabi decided to bear the risk and go to Troy's house. If Aidan was skulking around then she would just have to deal with him.

"You're wearing my favourite outfit," he accused as she came into his room in her denim playsuit.

"I don't dress to please anyone but myself." She replied stoically, wandering around his room before she faced him.

"Wanna sit on my lap?" He asked with a cheeky brow lift.

She pursed her lips, smiling back at him.

"Sure." She shrugged, taking him by surprise, climbing onto the bed and straddling him. "Is this what you had in mind?" She asked, loosely hanging her wrists over his shoulders.

"More like this…" He beamed, running his fingertips up her legs, resting his hands at her lower back.

"And the rest…" She rolled her eyes.

"What?" He feigned.

"Oh you know, Bolton. That ass that everyone keeps talking about." She mused and he let his hands wander then, covering her cheeks.

"I was just waiting for permission to touch…" He teased.

"You don't need to." She murmured into his ear, leaning back to smile at him teasingly.

"Oh but I do, I have been told in no uncertain terms…" He began, only to be cut off by her kiss.

"My terms are simple…" She said as she pulled away.

"Okay." He allowed.

"As long as no-one finds out I broke my no-boys rule, you can touch whatever you like." She shrugged.

He suddenly grinned, tilting his head. "You're breaking the rules for me." He stated, knowingly.

"I guess you are worth breaking the rules for, Troyby." She allowed.

"I don't want anyone else to touch you like this, Gabi." He stated again, running his hands around her slim waist and up her ribs, toward the opening of her poppered top.

"I'm not yours, Troy." She said on a smile, not really feeling her words.

"Then how do I make you mine?" He wondered, leaning forward, nuzzling his nose into the gap of her top, kissing her bared breast as it peeked out from her bra.

She clutched his head to bring his lips closer, feeling his hands gently undo her top, flip open the front and expose her bra-clad form to him.

His lips kissed down her neck, flicking his tongue where he knew it would make her moan, feeling her panting breaths go straight to his already aching groin.

His hands braced her back so gently, trapping into her curly hair as it fell down her back and she arched her body for his mouth, not shying away as he unfastened her bra and suckled her nipple into his hot, wet mouth.

"I am yours, Troy. I always have been…" She cast out on a satisfied murmur and she felt his arms tighten around her, his lips finding hers so that they kissed with certain passion. Like two forces colliding, two magnets meeting, two people grasping and gripping onto each other as their undeniable connection could not be broken any longer.

Her words rang deep into his soul, bringing his possessive growl out, his teeth marking her skin as he bit gently and sucked, her breast receiving his imprint, his ultimate stamp upon her.

If anyone else saw her like this, then they would know- she was already taken. She was already his.

"Don't forget homework Troy!" His mom called up the stairs, knocking them both out of their foreplay, sending him backwards on the bed in an agonising moan.

Gabi watched him and wondered if he needed help.

"Troy?" She asked gently, afraid.

"Don't talk to me, beautiful. Just give me a minute, huh?" He begged, his arm flung across his eyes in an attempt not to envisage her naked and himself deep inside her.

Gabi dressed herself shyly, pressing the poppers together gently and shifting in his lap, ready to climb off.

"Whoa," he said, holding her in place with his hands on her thighs.

"I'm not helping you…" She guessed astutely and he sighed.

Eventually, he helped her from his lap, getting up and disappearing to his bathroom as she curled on his bed and waited.

She didn't think she had ever met a boy with such control. Normally they just wanted to sleep with you no matter what. She felt touched by his show of respect.

"Let's get on with this routine shall we?" He asked as he came back in, damp.

Gabi guessed he must have had a shower.

"We need to run through it soon." She commented, flicking a look at him.

His blue eyes soothed her as they connected with hers and didn't stray.

"We will. Just as soon as we can keep our hands off each other…" He joked, sending her a grin.

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"Now there goes a girl who looks like she's been fucked." Aidan accused as Gabi walked by him, hidden in the dark shadows.

Gabi paused, wondering if he was really stupid enough to take her on again. His arms bound around her from behind, his voice menacing in her ear.

"Wanna another one, huh? Want a real man to show you a good time?" He asked coarsely, jutting his arousal into her back.

"Fuck off Aidan!" She screamed, fighting his arms off her, the pressure forcing her to the ground, where he leaned over and ripped her poppers open, exposing her bra- and her love bite.

She quickly gathered her top together, outraged at his intention.

"Oh looks like the Wildcats bite round here!" He laughed, reaching for her again, but finding a restraining hand on his arm.

Aidan turned to face the opposer, meeting a fist which smacked him firmly in the face, knocking him to the floor.

"You know what, they punch too." Troy husked as he watched Aidan roll on the floor in pain, wincing at his pained knuckles.

He looked to Gabi and crouched down, letting her button her top up before he took her hands and helped her up from the ground, seeing her brush down her dirty legs.

He squinted his eyes as if checking her over himself, seeing her love mark and feeling tightness in his belly from how much he wanted to shout from the rooftops that she was his.

He pulled her against his body, not letting her resist. She was about the only girl he knew that didn't like hugs.

"Almost home, beautiful," he said gently as he dropped his arms, and she took one of his hands as he continued to walk her.

"Were you following me?" She wondered then, realising he had done this the night he fought with Chad.

He chuckled. "I always do." He admitted.

"Always?" She turned to him.

"Yep."

"Even when Chad followed me and Taylor?" She wondered.

"Well, maybe not that time, but I did laugh when he told me you kicked him in the balls." He offered.

"Taylor was at his house, after the fight." She said quietly, not having told him yet.

"Oh. Oh wow." He said back, surprised.

"Mm. I don't know what to think. Part of me thinks that I can't really judge because I was doing the same thing…" She shrugged, looking up at him. "But part of me thinks that you haven't once tried to grope my ass so Chad really isn't a direct comparison." She added.

"You need to find out why, Gabi." He offered. "Don't let us both lose our best friends." He smiled.

She stopped smiling as they reached her house.

"You don't have to, you know. You can choose him, I'd understand." She offered.

"Would you? Cause I wouldn't. I can't condone his behaviour." Troy assured her.

"Don't follow me, Troy. One day you'll get hurt." She worried.

"Rather me than you." He smiled, kissing her knuckles and bowing away into the darkness, jogging off.