Some Like It Hot
trumpetrulez101
My computer has been broken, so that's why the delay has been so long. I've been writing the past 3 chapters, and posting them downstairs. So until my internet gets fixed, the delay will be long, but the update will be huge, like 4 chapters at once. In this case, 3 chapters. Sorry! Please keep reviewing!! Mature Teen Content Teen alcohol abuse, teen (un-described) sex. in this chapter. Read with discretion.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except other characters not in HSM and the plot.
Gabriella stood in front of her floor length mirror, critically eying herself.
Her costume was sure to grab the attention of her cheating boyfriend and every other guy in the room.
Staring into the mirror, she grinned at what she saw. She was clad in a tight-fitting Lycra based product, styled into the outfit of a Western saloon prostitute.
The skirt barely skimmed her thighs, the shirt left little for the imagination; it was incredibly low-cut, the slight ruffle drawing attention to her mostly bared cleavage.
Sheer nylons and stiletto heels completed her outfit. Her mouth curled into a smile. Maybe this would take Troy's mind away from that little sophomore slut.
She had done her research. Her name was Lauren Linford, she was a sophomore, and played bassoon. She had no best friend, and didn't belong to any cliques. Guys loved her for her sweet attitude and seemingly perfect body. Gabriella rolled her eyes. She'd find something wrong with the girl trying to get her guy, no matter what it took.
Troy finished moving everything breakable out of the party rooms, and jumped at the knock at the door.
Lauren stood in front of him, dressed as a pirate whose dress had been attacked with scissors.
"I want you to change into something more appropriate." Troy said automatically.
Lauren rolled her eyes. "I get to wear whatever I want, your mom said so. Besides, I can take care of myself. I'm not going to let random guys lead my upstairs!"
"But you'd let guys you know lead you upstairs?" Troy demanded, getting pissed off.
"No! That's not what I meant!" Lauren protested, her cheeks flushing.
"Good. At least put on a T-shirt until the party starts." Troy pleaded with her.
"Fine!" Lauren muttered, and went upstairs to rummage through his room for an appropriate shirt.
On his dresser was a picture of a pretty girl with dark hair. She snatched the frame and ran downstairs, grinning.
"Is this your girlfriend?" She asked Troy, waving the picture in front of him.
"Uh, yeah...the picture's from like, 3 years ago though. She's...sharper now." Troy explained.
"Sharper? Like, smarter?" Lauren asked.
"No, more like...she's not all sweet to everyone. She can stick up for herself, doesn't let anyone walk over her. She's also...more sexual." He confessed with a grin.
"OK, eww, didn't need to imagine my soon to be step-brother doing stuff with his girlfriend!" Lauren shrieked and ran upstairs to put the picture back.
Gabriella knocked on the door. Music was pounding. She stepped inside cautiously, the dark room with loud music scaring her slightly.
"Troy!" She yelled over the music, searching for her boyfriend.
"Gabs!" Troy yelled, walking over to her, his eyes glued to her body.
"We had this talk about looking me in the eye when we talk, remember?" She screamed over Fergie.
"Sorry! You look GREAT!" He bellowed, taking her hand and leading her into the slightly quieter kitchen.
"Is this better?" He asked, locking eyes with her.
"Much. So..." She said with a grin, looking at his own costume. He was a cowboy.
"I figured you'd be something Western, so I went with cowboy." Troy explained with a shrug.
"I see. Well from now on, you have to call me Margarita; that's my hooker name." Gabriella said with a grin.
"Margarita...interesting...you do realize that you've got hardly any shirt on, it's so low?" He murmured, his eyes sparkling.
"I realize that." She smirked, kissing him lightly. He kissed her again, pressing her against the fridge. (This is not the sex scene.)
As they deepened it, she pulled away. "Maybe we should take this upstairs." She murmured, breathing heavily, gesturing towards the back staircase that would lead to his room.
"Not yet." He replied, tugging her off-the-shoulder sleeves down, leaving her in the skirt and strapless bra.
"Troy..." She moaned as he placed his mouth on her exposed cleavage, bra still in its original place.
She twisted under him with pleasure.
Sliding the sleeves back up, he picked her up bridal style and carried her upstairs. (This is not the sex scene coming up.)
She shrieked as he pushed her down onto the bed, and pulled down her shirt and unsnapped the white satiny strapless bra.
"How far are we going?" She whispered as his tongue ran from her ear, to her lips, to her neck, to the area between her now exposed breasts, down to her stomach, where he kissed her gently, before looking up at her. "As far as you want to go." He murmured, staring at her intently.
"As much as I know you're enjoying these advances, I think we should stop here." She admitted.
"Alright Margarita, how much do I owe you for your excellent services?" He asked jokingly, sitting up.
She rolled her eyes and laughed, re-doing her bra and pulling up her shirt. "I think I got payment enough just now." She whispered, kissing him lightly before standing and making her way to the door.
"Is this our new mile-marker? Is this how far we're going to go each time?" He asked suddenly.
"I guess so...I mean, it could be hard at school, but at home...I guess this is our limit." She said as she opened the door and walked downstairs.
Troy followed her downstairs, where he immediately spotted Lauren slow-dancing with a junior boy.
He stalked over, pulled her away, and glared at her. "Do you know this guy?" He demanded.
"Yes! We've been talking, and he just asked me to dance now, I swear. He's a good guy Troy." Lauren protested.
"Alright, I trust your judgment. Be safe." He whispered, meaning to kiss her on the cheek. Lauren turned as the guy called her name softly, and Troy's kiss ended up on Lauren's mouth.
"Alright, this is where I draw the line." Gabriella spat, coming in between them. (She didn't hear the guy call Lauren, or hear any of the conversation, just saw the kiss. They were too shocked to pull away.)
"Margarita, good to see you again!" Troy exclaimed, trying to lighten the situation.
"Shut up Troy! Did everything just now mean nothing? Get some with Gabriella, go try to seduce the sophomore! Am I not good enough? Are you sleeping with her because I'm waiting for marriage?" She demanded, tears filling her eyes.
"Gabs, it's not like that!" Troy insisted, shocked. Lauren scooted away while Gabriella rounded on him.
"I saw you in the hallway! You had your arm around her, you were both laughing! And just now, you kissed her! You could've just broken up with me Troy. I'm a big girl, I can handle a break-up!"
"Gabriella, you have trust issues. I wasn't kissing her." Troy stated, his mind in shock.
"Oh yeah? Well you have commitment issues. And I know what I saw." She shot back, stalking off to find Zach.
"Gabriella?" He called after her in disbelief.
She said nothing, just walked over to the table holding the alcohol, not seeing Zach.
"Hey Gabs!" Chad cried too loudly and grinning too broadly for a sober man, as he sat beside the table, a bottle of something in his hand.
"Are you drunk?" She said, tears running down her face.
"I've had a little to drink..." He admitted, laughing.
"Give me the bottle." She demanded, more tears spilling out.
"Gabs! What's wrong baby!" Chad yelled in the same drunken tone, handing her the half empty bottle of clear liquid.
She yanked off the lid and took a long gulp, the liquid burning her throat.
She pulled a face, but swallowed, and downed more of the burning alcohol.
"Gabi! Don't get too drunk!" Chad warned with a giggle.
"I want to get as drunk as possible. Screw Troy and Lauren...whatever her name is!" She sobbed, swallowing gulp after gulp, pausing only to wipe her eyes.
After a few more minutes, she had drained the bottle, her memory was fuzzy, and something was hysterically funny, but she didn't quite know what. (I don't drink, so if the info isn't accurate...sorry?)
"Come upstairs with me Gabi!" Chad cried, and tugged her to her feet.
She giggled, kissed his cheek and pulled him up the stairs into Troy's room. Truth be told, she had no idea who this guy was, but he knew her, so she went with him. She couldn't recognize him through the blur of alcohol. (This is the sex scene coming up.)
Kicking the door shut, Chad shoved her down on the bed, and both undressed the other, giggling at nothing.
"Are you sure?" Chad murmured, very drunk, as he stared down at the naked girl below him.
"Just do it!" She shrieked, crying out in pain as he entered her.
Troy went upstairs after most of the guests had left. The guest room door was shut, and so was his room.
Opening the guest room door, he slammed it shut instantly. Lauren and the junior were still dressed, but barely.
Cautiously, he opened his own door. He slammed it shut as well, not believing what he had just seen.
Gabriella and Chad, naked, tangled up in each other and the sheets.
His mind was reeling. His girlfriend had slept with his best friend, in his bed. She had lost her virginity to Chad.
Breathing deeply, he went back into the guest room.
"Lauren. Wake up." He murmured, shaking her by the shoulder.
Lauren groaned, opened her eyes, and groaned again.
"Go away Troy." She grumbled, rolling back over.
"I'll leave if this guy does." He stated.
"Zach...Zach baby...you need to leave." Lauren moaned, shoving the guy gently.
Troy's eyes widened. He peered at the guy, and tried to not punch him in the face.
This was the Zach that got under his girlfriend's shirt. Zach had done more to his soon to be baby sister, judging from what they were both wearing.
Zach had on a bare of boxers, and Lauren was in a lime green push-up bra, and turquoise blue boy shorts.
Troy opened the door and pushed Zach out.
"How far did you go?" He asked, anger lacing his words.
"...I don't want to tell you." Lauren whispered.
"Tell me."
"Everything but sex." Lauren admitted, as Troy's eyes widened.
"Lauren!"
"I'm sorry! My head hurts...please just...leave me alone now." She whispered, and Troy walked out of the room. Walking past his door, he went downstairs to wait for Chad or Gabriella to come downstairs.
Chad woke up first. Looking around groggily, he felt something heavy on his chest.
He looked down. It was Gabriella's head.
He tried not to scream. They were both naked. Chad came to the conclusion that he had slept with his best friend's girlfriend. He scrambled out of bed, threw on his clothes, and stole out of the house through the back door.
Gabriella woke up an hour later, and looked around, her head pounding.
Groaning, she noticed she was naked. She sat up in bed, wrapping the sheets around her, in the style of a strapless dress.
Blinking to clear her mind, she assumed she and Troy had had sex last night.
At that moment, Troy walked into the room.
"Oh...you're up." He said dully.
"Hey baby...the sex last night...you were amazing." Gabriella said with a happy sigh.
"Gabriella...I didn't sleep with you." Troy tried to break it to her gently.
Suddenly, Gabriella's memory came back.
"Get out of here you cheating son of a bitch." She demanded angrily.
"It's my room baby." Troy said calmly, leaning against the dresser, grinning.
Gabriella scowled at him.
"Please leave so I can get dressed." She muttered.
"No, I think I'll stay."
"Troy!"
"Well seeing as you bared all to my best friend, I think I at least get the right to see you naked, if I can't be your first lover." Troy said icily.
"What are you talking about?" Gabriella felt something in her stomach drop.
"You slept with Chad."
"No...I didn't...I couldn't..." Gabriella moaned, slumping back against the pillows.
"You did."
"And no one has the right to see me naked...it's a privilege, you..." Gabriella trailed off at a loss of words as Troy pulled off his shirt, only to quickly replace it with a different one.
"Why do you like that sophomore girl anyway?" Gabriella asked, clearly upset.
"I don't! I didn't kiss her! Gabs, it's complicated." Troy sighed.
"If you don't trust me enough to tell me something like this, then we can't have a relationship." Gabriella muttered.
"I want to tell you, but my parents don't want me spreading it around."
"Telling your girlfriend is not spreading it around!" Gabriella exclaimed in shock.
"I know...it's just..."
"Never mind. I'm going to take a shower." Gabriella pulled herself out of bed, taking the sheet with her into Troy's connecting bathroom.
"Gabs...the sheet is sheer white." Troy called after she shut the door. "Oh, and you look hot when you're naked."
A frustrated scream came from the bathroom.
"I hate you!" She shrieked, opening the door, glaring at him, and slamming it shut again.
Troy stared at the door, laughing quietly.
"I should tell you...I should tell you my parents are getting divorced because my mom cheated. I should tell you my mom is remarrying some guy named Frank. I should tell you Lauren is his daughter...I should tell you we were just having brother-sister bonding...I should tell you I meant to kiss her cheek, but she turned her head when Zach called her name...I should tell you I love you." He said, his voice full of emotion.
Gabriella had turned on the water, and heard Troy talking. Slowly, she turned the water off. Gabriella heard everything Troy said, stunned. Not knowing what to do, she climbed into the shower, her mind reeling.
After thoroughly showering, she got out, dressed, wrote him a note, and walked out of the house silently.
Arriving home, she sat down on her bed. She stared at a picture of Troy and herself. Starting to cry, she looked down.
Tabitha lay on her bed, staring up at her, with blue unseeing eyes.
Gabriella hugged the plastic doll, and began to sob.
"I messed up, baby...I lost your daddy...I lost my true love." She sobbed, clutching the doll tightly.
Troy was downstairs when he heard the door creak open.
It shut quietly, and Troy rose to see who had left, or entered. A note was taped to the inside of the front door.
He peered out the window, and saw Gabriella running down the street.
Troy walked back to the couch stunned.
"She's gone." He murmured, his voice laced with pain. Numbly, he put his head in his hands and cried, the note crumpled in his hand.
OK, this was the last official chapter, next is the epilogue. At the end of the epilogue will be the poll for whether you want a musical version of this, or a sequel. I'm probably going to end up doing both, but still, I would like to hear what you think! Sorry it ends without Troy and Gabriella together. But it has to be that way for the sequel to work out! So please, tell me what you thought, it would mean a lot to me! I love reviews!