Some Like It Hot
trumpetrulez101
Rated T
Disclaimer: I don't own this. I wish I did. But I don't. So I'll get over it. Eats cookie out of depression.
Summary: Troy? Golden Boy of East High. Basketball Captain. Always gets what he wants. Gabriella? Head cheerleader. Very intelligent. Not to be crossed. Troy and Gabriella? Most notorious rivalry of East High School. Known to hate each other with a passion. Change? Coming soon, with a vengeance.
Chapter 2
Gabriella was walking down the hall when she felt a hand tug at her arm.
She spun around, to come face to face with,
"Bolton." She said with a glare, "what do you want? To assault me again?" She spat.
"Well Montez I was going to apologize, but...well...never mind love." He responded, ending sarcastically.
"I wouldn't accept anything from you. Even an apology." She shot back at him.
Troy glanced down at her wrist. A bruise in the form of his fingers was forming around her wrist.
A pang of guilt shot through him.
"Look Montez, I've got to go to class. And I know you have the same class that I do. So if we're seen walking together...people might infer..."
"I get it. I'll enter first." She snapped, her glare softening.
"Why do you get to go first?" He demanded. Here he was trying to help protect her reputation, and she was taking it for granted!
"Because I'm a lady" She said, lifting her chin daintily, walking off.
"You Miss Montez are certainly not a lady." Troy said in a set voice.
"Excuse me?" She said, turning on her heel, anger pulsing through her.
"You may be a woman," He started, looking her up and down, his eyes lingering on her chest, "but you are not a lady."
"When guys talk to me I like them to look at my face, not my chest." Gabriella snapped.
"Montez, maybe you haven't noticed that you are a gorgeous woman, and head cheerleader. This gives us males opportunity to see you in several skimpy outfits on almost every game day." He said, his voice dripping with obviousness.
"Why Bolton, I didn't realize you cared!" She said, tilting her head to one side, resting one hand on her heart. "That's so cute...Bolton has a thing for the head cheerleader..." She said, her voice dropping to a cruel whisper, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"I have a thing for girls' bodies Montez. Your body just happens to have caught my attention. I may like the wrapping, but I'll never like the gift." He said slowly and deliberately.
"Good. You don't have a chance with me anyway." She said equally slowly and deliberately.
He chuckled. "You didn't think that 2 years ago." Her eyes widened at this comment.
"People change, as we are only proof. So technically you should have said 'I'll never like the gift...again.' That is, if you want to be historically correct." She snapped, her narrowed eyes boring into his own wide eyes.
"Touche Montez. Now we have a English 4 class to get to I believe?" He added.
"Right. And because I'm the lady," She quipped, glaring at him, "I get to enter the room first."
"Fine Montez. Just don't bore any more smoking holes into my skull." Troy muttered, holding his hands up in a sign of surrender.
She smirked and walked off, swinging her hips from side to side. (Think Elle Woods...?)
"Montez you're doing it again." He called after her.
"Excuse me?" She inquired, not stopping or looking back.
"You're swinging your hips and trying to seduce me." He said seriously, watching her cautiously.
At this, she spun around, walked toward him, still swinging her hips, and smacked him lightly across the face.
"Pervert." She hissed, a small smile creeping across her face.
"I thought we agreed you wouldn't touch me." He said, holding her same wrist again.
"Let me go Bolton!" She cried, struggling against his grip.
"Why should I, when you insist on slapping me?" He said harshly, gripping her wrist.
"Because you're hurting me damn it!" She cried, tears threatening to fall.
"Don't cry on me Montez. I hate it when girls cry." He warned her, starting to feel bad.
"I will never cry for you to see Bolton." She gasped, her wrist in agony, but still managing a cruel tone.
He lifted her up by the wrist so she was eye to eye with him, using his other arm to hold her closer to him, holding her waist.
"Oh really...that's already been disproved. June 25th, 2008. Does that date mean anything to you Montez?"
Her eyes widened, and the tears came closer to spilling over.
"Let me down you bastard!" She shrieked, beating her free hand against him, kicking and struggling against his grip.
"As you wish Princess." He muttered, and dropped her without thinking.
She crumbled to the ground, but refused to cry.
As she stayed there, clutching her wrist, Troy got worried.
"Montez...are you OK?" He asked softly, bending down to see her face.
"Get away from me you son of a bitch." She growled, rising to her feet, and rushing down the hall.
His guilt eating away at him, he followed her quietly.
She entered the nurse's office, and came out a few minutes later, an ice pack pressed gently against the injured wrist.
After standing still for a few minutes, she walked down the hall to her class.
Troy followed, and entered 2 minutes after she did.
The teacher fortunately wasn't in the room, so he just took a seat next to Chad in the back.
"Dude. Where were you?" He whispered.
"Had a little run-in with Montez in the hall." Troy explained carefully.
"She was pressing an ice pack to her wrist when she came in. Dude, what did you do?" Chad asked eagerly.
"It's a long story. Basically, she threw it in my face that I once liked her. We argued for a bit, then she said she would never cry for me to see. I brought...'it' up." Troy stated, his face revealing no emotion.
Chad's mouth dropped open. "Troy you brought 'it' up? Dude! Harsh. Well where does the ice pack come in?"
"She slapped me again. I grabbed her wrist again, and I may have gotten...a bit rough."
"What did you do?" Chad asked again, worry starting to creep into his mind.
"I lifted her by the wrist. Like, to my eye level. I mean, I had a hand on her waist too, but I'm afraid I bruised her side as well. Then she told me to put her down, after I brought 'it' up, she called me a bastard, started kicking and struggling, so I dropped her." Troy whispered, guilt flooding back.
"You dropped her? Like, just released her?" Chad asked, getting worried.
"No, I dropped her. Like, let go of her wrist and waist, and actually dropped her onto the floor." Troy clarified.
"You dropped her onto the ground. From a height where she was eye to eye with you? That's like...a foot and a half!" Chad exclaimed quietly.
"I know. I feel sort of bad...but she provoked me." Troy protested.
"How?" Chad asked incredulously, trying to figure out what Gabriella could've done to make Troy that angry.
"She...never mind." Troy said quickly, remembering how turned on he had been when she had been walking in front of him, how she had thrown all of his almost polite comments back into his face, and also because he had noticed the teacher was coming back into the room.
"Alright whatever dude." Chad muttered.
End Chapter 2! Sorry it's so short...4 pages. But..well no I have no excuses, other than the fact that I have a hair-dying appointment to get to. Sorry. A bit a foreshadowing in this, with the whole June 25th, 2008 thing. Who ever can guess will get a special shout out in the next chapter!