My Drug
Summary: "It's like you're my drug. I want you, but I shouldn't have you. I shouldn't have you but I need you. I need you, but there's so many
people trying to keep us away... And even after all this... I still want you..." Troy-x-Gabriella.
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Terribly sorry!!
No further delay, here you go=]
Just a note, I realised I accidentally made her 17, she's actually supposed to be 16=]
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Every Time We Touch
That night, as Gabriella tried to fall asleep, she couldn't get Troy off her mind.
She kept replaying everything that had happened, and strangely, she didn't regret it at all.
Every touch, she could still recall vividly, and it honestly gave her shivers just thinking about him.
Stop it!
She closed her eyes, and tried to clear her mind.
Do not think about him. He's your mother's boyfriend... nearly double your age!
Gabriella loosened her shoulders, and got up.
It'll work out. Don't worry.
It was pathetic. Going to bed at eight just to avoid him.
She took a deep breath, and walked out of the room.
He's just a guy. And incredibly hot...sexy... guy with killer—
She stopped the thought in it's process.
Shaking her head, she made her way right back into her room, and slammed the door.
This was not going to work.
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Marilyn stepped into the hosue, and looked around in surprisement.
All the lights were out, only the lone beam of moonlight illuminating the couches, there was no noise... It seemed like everyone was... sleeping!
"This early...??" She checked her watch, it was only 8:30...
Shrugging to herself, she dropped her keys into the small basket by the door, and made her way upstairs.
Quickly changing, she made her way into hers & Troy's room, and smiled to herself at the image of her boyfriend's body sleeping on their large bed.
She climbed in next to him, and ran her fingers over his shirt buttons, slowly undoing them, "Troy, Sweetie, you awake...?"
Marilyn snuggled closer to him, and removed one of her hands, replacing it around his neck.
His eyes fluttered awake, and he forced a smile on his face, "yeah...But I'm really...tired tonight..."
She nodded, but left her hands where they were.
"Good night..."
He didn't reply.
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Troy shifted away from her as soon as she realeased her touch on him.
It felt somehow wrong being with her now...
And just 3 days ago you were completely in love with her...
He sighed to himself, he couldn't see how this was going to work out.
You shouldn't have fucked her damned daughter. She's 16 for Gods sakes!
He tried not to think about what situation they would be in the following morning.
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Next Day:
When he awoke the following morning, both Gabriella and Marilyn were already up.
He gazed out the window at the deep blue, cloudless sky, and noticed Gabriella hanging up washing in the backyard.
He blushed as he realised they were her bed sheets, presumably the ones they'd ruined the day before....
She looked up, and their eyes locked.
Neither of them could look away, and it was only when Marilyn entered the garden to talk to Gabriella that they broke their intense gaze.
Troy smiled subconsciously as he noticed how sweet she looked when she was under pressure, clenching her hands, pushing her locks out of her face...
Finding his senses ,he pushed himself off the window pane before Marilyn noticed him.
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Gabriella stared up into the blue orbs in the window, and felt herself melt into his gaze.
He looked incredibly tempting like that, the wind blowing around his open shirt, framing his perfectly sculpted chest.
"Gabriella!"
She turned reluctantly at the sound of her mother's voice.
"Come in for breakfast darling, I've made pancakes." She stared at the bed sheets, "Washing them already...?"
Gabriella's mind froze as she groped around aimlessly for an excuse.
"I spilled some... milk! On the bed last night..." she mumbled lamely, but it seemed to satisfy Marilyn.
"Oh ok, well come on in, they'll get cold. I'm going to go wake Troy..."
She was about to inform her mother that Troy was already awake, but clamped her mouth shut before she could get it out.
Clipping the last peg into place, she headed inside, the delicious aroma of the pancakes too strong to resist.
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About 5 minutes into breakfast, and things were already going horribly.
Well, for Gabriella they were anyway, and judging by the frustrated look in Troy's eyes, it was the same.
Marilyn was sitting at the head of the stylishly triangular shaped table, chattering away and completely unaware of the uncomfortable vibes in the room.
Gabriella reached for the maple syrup, unfortunately at the same time as Troy, and she jumped a little as their fingertips grazed each others.
She felt a warm feeling rush up her body, one that shouldn't be there, and she glanced up at him.
He had an uncertain look lingering in his eyes... It was all too much.
"I'm—going to get ready for school..." she stood up abruptly and left the table.
Troy kept his eyes on the table, trying not look at her as she walked out of the room.
When he was sure it was afe, he looke dup, finding himself staring right into another pair of similar brown eyes.
Flashbacks of the previous night ran through his head.
Gabriella lying on the bed, naked and glistening with sweat...
Calling his name in that rich, throaty voice...
Her body wrapped around his, matching like reunited jigsaw pieces...
He mentally shook his head.
"Whats up?" he asked straightening up in his chair.
"Nothing..." Marilyn swallowed a forkful, and studied his face, "You still look tired, did you get a good sleep...?"
No! It was horrible with you lying next to me... "Yeah- Yeah... it was great."
He realised there seemed to be something off about his answer, and tried to avoid her eyes.
"I better- better go... We've got some stuff to set straight... I might be late tonight..."
She tried to give him a kiss on his lips, but he slightly shifted his head so that it landed instead on his cheek.
"I'll... see you tonight..."
He started up the stairs, and was nearly safe in his room when Gabriella exited hers.
She was dressed in the black (skirt) and white (shirt) compulsory uniform, but the clothing was close fitted and the skirt barely reached mid-thigh, revealing her long shapely legs.
Her curls were up in a messy bun and she looked so damn sexy it was taking his full restraint to not go up to her and start undressing her then and there.
She applied a layer of clear lip gloss on her plump lips in the hall mirror, and caught him staring at her in the reflection.
Gabriella hesitated for a second, then fled down the stairs.
Troy raked his hair back, and walked into the room to change, trying to get her face out of his already clouded head.
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Too much?
I felt like I dragged it on... did I? Lol
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-Kuma xx'O