Chapter 5

trumpetrulez101

Disclaimer: I still own nothing, except characters not appearing in the DCOM HSM, and the plot.

Troy had opened the door, and Gabriella stared up at him.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She repeated, shocked.

"I came to see how you were feeling..." Troy said, not put off by her greeting of sorts.

"Aren't you supposed to be in school?" She asked, still shocked.

"I ditched. Well actually, I told the principal I ditched, and then I ditched." Troy corrected himself.

"You ditched school to come see...me?" She asked softly.

Troy looked around, and saw her mother was not in the room.

"Why wouldn't I come to see you? I'm in love with you if you had forgotten." He declared, sitting down on the bed next to her.

"Bolton...I can't. And not just because of Brian...because you really hurt me that day." She whispered, looking at him seriously.

"I know you can't. And I'm begging you for forgiveness. I honestly didn't mean to hurt you." He insisted, taking her hand in his.

Perhaps it was all the painkillers, or maybe she was finally forgiving him, Gabriella didn't know. But she did know she didn't want him to ever let go of her hand.

"Troy..." She whispered, "I think I'm-"

Troy looked at her expectantly, but after a few moments realized she had fallen asleep.

Dream Sequence/Flashback

"Gabriella come up here!" Troy called, as he walked into her room.

She followed, laughing. "Nice to know I've been invited into my own room!" She teased, smiling at him.

He laughed, and sat down on the bed. She sat down next to him and kissed him.

He forgot what he had been planning to do, and gave in to her kisses.

Reclining, he pulled her back on top of him, still kissing tenderly.

She gasped as he straightened out on her bed, but quickly adjusted so she was laying across him, holding his face gently, as his hands gently caressed her own face. His mouth moved to her neck, and she giggled softly. "Troy...my mom...don't...you dare..." She whispered between breaths.

"I love you." He whispered, planting kisses back up to her mouth, before cupping her face, tilting it upwards towards him and kissing her lovingly.

She whispered "I love you too," kissing him back, when he suddenly pulled away.

"We have to talk." He said, adjusting his shirt.

She sat up, and looked at him. "What's wrong?" She asked, getting worried.

"Look Gabriella...I don't things are working out between us." He said, his hand on her thigh.

She began to cry softly. "Not working out between us? Not working out? What was all that just then? You said you loved me dammit! At least tell me WHY you're dumping me!" She wailed, now sobbing.

"Look Gabriella...we can hook up right now...if that's what you really want, but I don't feel anything anymore, so I think it would be best if we just...ended whatever we had now."

Her eyes widened. "Did you just say we could have sex if that's what I WANTED?" She said in a low whisper.

"Well if that's why you're so upset, then yeah." Troy stated, looking away.

"I'M NOT UPSET BECAUSE I'M NOT GOING TO GET TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU! I'M UPSET BECAUSE YOU'RE BREAKING UP WITH ME! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" She shrieked, still crying.

He looked at her, and stood. "I'm sorry." He said emotion-free.

"Get...out...I mean...on today of all...days!" She sobbed, face down on the pillows.

He walked out of her room, and she looked up, her eyes puffy and red, but narrowed with hatred for Troy Bolton.

End Dream Sequence/Flashback

Gabriella's eyes slowly opened, and found her line of vision being blocked by a certain basketball player.

"I just had a flashback dream." She whispered, her eyes filling with tears.

"About what?" Troy asked, not noticing the tears in her eyes.

"About the day you broke up with me." She murmured, tears falling.

"I said I was sorry baby." Troy whispered, wrapping his arms around her, with some difficulty, but still managed.

"You said you loved me, then you broke up with me saying you didn't feel anything!" She said, her face streaked with tears.

"I...I was afraid, so I broke up with you." Troy admitted, wiping away a few stray tears with his thumb.

"You were...afraid? Of what?" She asked softly, gazing up at him, confused.

"I was afraid that I wouldn't be good enough for you. I looked at you every day, I still look at you every day, and think, 'What had I done to deserve someone as fantastic as her?' or, 'Why did I blow it with her? I loved her. I could've married her and not regretted it in the morning.' I still feel that way." Troy said gently, hugging her.

"I think I was so mad at you for the sex comment, that that spawned all my anger." Gabriella admitted.

"I know, I was an idiot. Now what were you saying before you fell asleep?" Troy asked.

"I don't know." She blurted automatically.

"It was like, 'Troy, I think I'm-' and then you stopped."

"Oh...that. Well...um." She stammered.

"Montez, it's just me. Come on, say it." Troy coaxed, calling her by her last name teasingly.

"Alright fine. Troy, I think I'm...falling for you." She said quietly, and looked up at him.

"Wait- really?" He asked, looking at her intently.

"Really. I mean, I love everything about you, and yet, I hate everything I love about you as well." She admitted, half a smile appearing.

"Like me then?" She nodded. "Well then we have a love-hate relationship don't we?" Troy declared, gazing at her fondly.

"Whoa whoa whoa...relationship? I just said I was falling for you...and besides. I have Brian." Gabriella protested.

"But you don't actually like him, so you can dump him." Troy said, as though it were obvious.

"Troy...he hurt me enough to put me in the hospital. I'm scared of what he's going to do to me if I break up with him." Gabriella sighed, looking down.

"Look, we'll make this work. Maybe we need to just be together secretly right now. Maybe you need to just keep Brian happy, and we'll just...keep us on the down low...I mean...Team Bolton and Team Montez are going to freak when they hear we've been frenching the enemy." Troy said with a laugh.

Gabriella laughed as well, and she kissed him lightly.

"I know I've fallen for you." She murmured, resting her head against his chest, and they both fell asleep, eager for the future.

Back at school, Brian paced nervously around the bathroom, his sister Mary Elizabeth sitting on the counter tops, watching him.

"If she comes back and tells everyone I slammed her into a locker...well then I'm dead. And it's not an if, really, it's a when. Damn." He muttered, slamming his fist into a stall door.

"Well then keep her quiet." Mary suggested, filing her nails.

He rounded on her, ready to strike. She recoiled angrily.

"Very good Mary! But how do we keep her quiet? I mean...I love her. I really do. But I can't let her ruin this college scholarship for me. If the Board of Trustees finds out I've been abusive, slamming people into lockers, using my football talent for bullying...then that's gone, and I'm ending up behind the counter at Taco Bell. I'M NOT EVEN SPANISH!" He yelled.

"Brian, you don't have to be Spanish to work at Taco Bell, that's so racist, dumb ass." She added, then clapped a hand over her mouth in shock.

He walked over and slapped her across the face. "Keep your mouth shut." He whispered menacingly. She nodded, pressed up against the mirrors, hand to her cheek, eyes stricken with fear and pain.

"Now if only Gabriella was that easy." He said with a forced laugh.

"You could-" Mary started, but was cut off by his hand.

"I TOLD YOU TO BE QUIET!" He whisper-yelled.

"Sorr-"

"SHUT UP!"

"I was only saying sor-"

"Shut up or I'll slam you into that mirror so hard glass won't be the only thing broken." He declared, glaring at his sister.

Her eyes widened and she clapped a hand over her mouth to ensure silence.

Gabriella's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up cautiously. Troy was still sleeping.

She turned slightly, and started kissing him tenderly.

His eyes shot open, and he quickly began kissing her back happily.

When they broke for air, he commented with a grin, "I'd love to have you as my alarm clock every day."

She laughed, and kissed him again, this time on the cheek. "Perhaps that could be arranged..."

He gently cupped her face, and turned it towards him. Her eyes twinkled at him mischievously.

She pulled him down for a kiss, and wrapped her arms around her neck.

Troy had his arms around her waist, and slowly slid one hand down her back, until reaching the small of her back, and he pressed her into him.

"Troy I-" She whispered as he slid his tongue into her mouth, and explored it for the first time in 2 years.

"I've missed you." He said pulling away, his hands wandering lower and lower.

"Don't even go there Troy..." She whispered with a smirk. He pouted, and went back to kissing her.

Ms. Montez, not bothering to knock, opened Gabriella's door, and quickly slammed it shut.

Troy Bolton was laying next to her daughter, and had his tongue in her mouth, and from the looks of it, Gabriella wasn't exactly complaining. No wonder they hadn't looked up when she slammed the door shut.

She shivered, not sure why, and knocked loudly, the opened it.

Troy and Gabriella sprung apart, Gabriella blushing, Troy gone pale.

"So. You think you can just waltz into her hospital room and kiss her like that?" Ms. Montez demanded, glaring at Troy, who's eyes got wide.

"Well...ummm. You see...I..." He stammered.

"I'm kidding Troy. As long as you take care of her, I don't object...much." She added with a smile, and set down the lunch tray.

"They wanted me to make sure you ate all of it." She said, giving Gabriella a pointed look, who groaned.

"All of it young lady!" Troy said in a drill sergeant voice.

"Bolton don't speak again if you want to stay in the position you're in." Gabriella said smiling.

"What position am I in again?" Troy asked, not sure he wanted the answer.

"You're in the position of being allowed to kiss me whenever we're alone." Gabriella said, giving her mother the same pointed look.

"OK OK I get it. But seriously. Eat the food!" Ms. Montez said, smiling as she left.

Troy looked over at Gabriella, who looked back at him with a smile.

"Yes. Mr. Bolton? Can I help you?" She said in a helpful voice.

"Yes...you see...there's this girl I love. And I really want to kiss her. Should I?" He asked.

"Why not?" Gabriella said, smiling.

Troy leaned over, put the food tray on the side table, and kissed her roughly.

Gabriella pulled away. "Whoa there Bolton...you can be rough when we're fighting, but when we're kissing...I don't like rough."

Troy nodded, and kissed her tenderly, his hands caressing her face lovingly.

She leaned back, running her fingers of one hand through his hair, the other hand on the back of his head, kissing him with all she had.

Breaking for air, Gabriella smiled at him. "You're better than Brian."

"I would think so!" Troy exclaimed, a bit hurt.

"Sorry...it's just that it's been what, 2 years, since we last really kissed, so..." Gabriella trailed off.

"What?" Troy said, looking at her thoughtful face.

"I'm hungry." She said, and reached for the food tray.

Troy looked at her, and chuckled. "I love you." He murmured, running his fingers up and down her arm.

"What are you doing?" She asked, grinning.

"I don't know...it's just this urge I have. I just kinda have to touch you. It's like...I'd do anything for an excuse to touch you...does that make sense?" He asked, smiling sheepishly.

"It makes perfect sense." She said with a smile.

Ahaha, but not everything is sunny is paradise...Please review! Lots of Troyella in this chapter, so please tell me what you thought! Oh, and I won't get another chapter up probably until the weekend because Wednesday I have to pack all this crap, Thursday I have a concert, and Friday I'm getting back from the concert at like, 2 in the morning, and then I have school. So maybe Friday afternoon, but most likely a bunch of chapters over the weekend!