Sorry this is late! I've been really busy. And I lost my tennis tournament yesterday :(

So I noticed I got a lot of "Story Alerts," or "Favorite Story"s, but very few reviews. I mean, if you're gonna Favorite this story, or put it on Alert, how hard is it to type in a few words in a review? It's almost offensive, guys. So please, if you put this story on Alert or something, please take the time to give me some feedback. It means a lot to me (and thanks to those who did review. You guys are great.)

Also, this isn't complete…I actually meant to finish this chapter, add more to it, I never got the time…but I felt it wasn't fair to just hold this back until who-knows-when I'll be able to finish it, so here it is. Hopefully I'll be able to complete this chapter once things lighten up.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BE—

Troy slammed his alarm clock into silence. Slowly he peeled his eyes open to glance wearily at the clock (he could've sworn it was pouting now). It was exactly six 'o clock.

Damn.

He glanced down, a smile instinctively creeping onto his face when he saw the girl he loved more than life snuggled into his form. He relished these moments, when he awoke before her, and got to watch her sleep, looking so adorably peaceful, so…angelic.

Unfortunately, he didn't have much time to relish it

It was six, and school started at seven fifteen. It was a twenty minute drive, so they had fifty five minutes to shower, get dressed, organize their papers they had left strewn on Troy's desk, pack their bags, eat breakfast and hit the road.

Shit.

He glanced back at her. A small smile was tinted on her lips, and he felt the sudden urge to kiss them. So he did. He gently pushed his lips to her, feeling sparks shoot from his heart through his veins. After a few moments, her lips began to move with his, and she draped her arm across his back. He shifted himself so he was fully on top of her, running his tongue along her bottom lip, silently asking for entrance. Immediately, she opened her mouth just enough for him to slide in tongue inside, tangling with hers. He moved one hand behind her head to knot in her hair, and the other hand to cup her soft cheek. The way she slipped her calf around his leg and rubbed her tongue against his made him moan. Her lips lifted into a smile against his, and he couldn't help but smile back.

God, he could do this forever, forget about everything. Work…school….grades….

Wait.
School!

Sighing, Troy pulled back. "Good morning," Gabriella murmured, her smile still painted on her luscious lips.

"Morning baby," he mumbled back, his own smile fading as he looked into her eyes. They were sparkling as always, but they weren't as bright, as lively…they were tired. "I'm sorry for keeping you up," he whispered, remorse seeping through him. She smiled weakly, cupping his cheek, which nuzzled with his cheek. "It's fine," she murmured.

He rolled off of her, extending his hand. She accepted and he gently pulled her up. She glanced tiredly at his clock. It was six fifteen. They had spent fifteen minutes making out?

Hell, yeah.

"We should shower," Gabby mumbled sleepily, swaying on her feet. Troy grabbed her hand and pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her and keeping her upright.

"Ya know," he murmured into her ear, "We'd save time if we showered together…"

Gabriella rolled her eyes. "Troy…"

"No, really! We have forty minutes to shower, get dressed, pack our shit and eat," he said, doing his best to persuade her into the idea.

She sighed, biting her lip that looked so inviting to him. "Fine," she finally huffed. "But no sex."

He raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

"Babe, like you said… We have forty minutes. Forty minutes! When we have sex, we take…," she scrunched her eyebrows so adorably that Troy found himself grinning, "…A while."

He gripped her hips, forcefully pulling her to him. "We'll skip foreplay," he murmured huskily in her ear. She smiled coyly for a moment, before pulling her head back and shaking her head. "Troy…no. We can't." He whined, dropping his down to her shoulder.

"Please, baby…," he pleaded, "You know you want to…."

She sighed again, running a hand through his hair. "I know I want to. But we can't. First of all, it'll take time. Second of all, I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted."

He sighed. "I'm sorry baby." She raised an eyebrow. "For making you exhausted," he explained. She smiled and pecked his cheek. "It's fine babe. Now let's go shower." He nodded and smiled, taking her hand and leading her towards the bathroom.

This was hell. Pure torture. It was one-hundred percent pain.

Pleasurable pain.

He stood in the shower, with the hot water raining down on him from above. He held a bar of soap in his hand, which hung loosely at his side. He stood in a daze, watching the sexy temptress undress just outside of the shower. He kept his mouth clamped tightly, for fear of letting drool slide down his chin. His eyes burned when hot droplets of water hit his irises, but he didn't dare take his gaze off of the goddess in front of him. She turned around, her body fully exposed, to face him. She smiled at him, and his heart went to into overdrive. Then her eyes trailed down, and a fat smirk planted itself upon her lips.

His dick was standing up at a ninety degree angle.

Realizing where she was looking, he blushed.

Gabriella was the only girl who could make him blush. Ever.

"It's not fair," he mumbled embarrassedly, taking her hand and pulling her under the water with him, "You turn me on without even touching me."

"And you don't do the same to me?" she breathed in his ear. He shivered, then reached his trembling hand out to slide down her stomach, down…down…down, until he was almost between her legs. He heard her breathing hitch, and he couldn't help but smirk slightly. Finally, he reached the most intimate spot on her body, gently slipping a single finger inside of her warmth.

Holy fuck, she was wet.

She moaned quietly, and he pulled his finger out ever so slowly.

He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her to him, moaning hoarsely when the tip of his erection rubbed against the skin below her belly button.

They closed their eyes, enjoying the warmth and comfort of being with each other so intimately.

He tilted his head so that his cheek rested on the top of her head, inhaling deeply and contentedly.

"Troy?" Gabriella pulled her head out of the crook of his neck, smiling knowingly.

"Mmm?"

"We should probably actually shower now."

Troy stood in his room, with just a towel wrapped around his waist. He opened his closet, grabbing a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. Letting the towel to fall to the ground, he slipped into a pair of boxers, sliding into the jeans after.

"Troy?" he heard a whimper behind him. He turned to see Gabriella standing helplessly, clad in nothing but a towel. He dripping locks were laid over her bare shoulders. Troy couldn't help but grin.

She was too adorable.

"Yeah, babe?"

"I have nothing to wear," she pouted. His grin grew broader. She looked so adorably upset. He walked across the room to wrap his arms around her. She whimpered again as she let one arm wind around his neck, running her hand up and down his bare chest, giving him shivers.

"Babe, you have so much to wear."

"But I don't know what to wear."

His smile faded slowly. Gabriella was usually a fashion queen, skillfully picking out stylish outfits in record time. The exhaustion and lack of sleep were obviously affecting her.

Troy bit his lip. It was up to him.

Could his do this?

He took a deep breath. Fashion was not really his field of expertise, but he'd give it a shot, for her. In fact, it wouldn't be too hard. Troy knew Gabriella better than anyone. He knew that when she was stressed over, well, anything, ice cream was her guilty pleasure. He knew that she loved soda, but hated root beer with a passion, but had gulped some down on her first date with him, as not to offend him (he loved the beverage). He knew that she was by no means a picky eater, but avoided seafood if she could. He knew that she loved fashion, and though she read a few girly magazines for tips, she was naturally stylish. Luckily, he also knew that when she was tired, she opted for something casual and comfortable, but good looking.

He darted back into his walk-in closet, scanning all of Gabby's clothes that she kept at his house. He fished out a pair of soft black leggings that he knew accented her long legs. He turned around, searching for something to wear on top. He had heard enough female conversation to know "only long shirts could be worn with leggings. Duh!"

Well, maybe not the "duh" part.

He turned around looking around desperately. Think long and comfortable, Bolton. He sighed in relief when he found Gabby's long white tank top on a hanger. He remembered the last time she had worn it. It hadn't stayed on for very long. Smirking to himself, he began walking out of the closet, before stopping himself, grabbing her black leggings on the way out.

Wait.

It was February. Given, it was New Mexico, but the weather was still chilly. She wouldn't survive in a tank top. Dashing back into the closet, he scanned hastily again. He spied his red Wildcats sweatshirt lying in the corner. Perfect!

He dashed back out. "Here, wear this," he said, breathlessly handing her the clothes. Her heart melted.

He was so sweet.

Comfortable in Troy's presence, she let the towel fall to the ground, smirking to herself as Troy gawked. She slipped into a pair of pink lacy panties, but before she could put on a bra, Troy grabbed both her hands and pulled her to him.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered in her ear. She smiled, leaning against him for support, as her tired legs could barely hold her up.

"I love you," she murmured openly. He kissed the top of her head.

"Love you too."

She put on the rest of her outfit, then looked back at Troy.

"Troy!" she exclaimed.

"Gabby!" he called back, mocking her excited tone.

"This actually looks good!" She was right. The outfit was casually trendy.

"Why so surprised?" he asked dryly.

She smiled, before glancing at the clock.

"Troy!" she yelped.

"Gabby!" he yelped, mocking her again.

"We have 10 minutes!"

"Holy shit! I'll go start breakfast." He and Gabriella had shared many school mornings together. He knew she wanted time to apply makeup and all.

Scrambling down the stairs, he stuffed two Pop-Tarts into the toaster, wrenching open the fridge to grab the bottle of orange juice, and setting it on the counter before pulling the jar of sugar out of cabinet. He knew that even though Gabby didn't have a sweet tooth, she demanded a tad bit of sugar with orange juice.

He hadn't even had time to slide the Pop-Tarts onto plates before she came scrambling down the stairs as well. He looked up at her in awe. Her makeup was light, barely there, and she was stunning. Her hair was in flawless locks. He knew from chats with his friends that most girls took atleast half an hour every morning to attend to their appearances.

It hadn't even been 5 minutes.

"God, you gorgeous girl," he garbled, awed in her presence. She smiled weakly at him, exhaustion nearly pouring out of her eyes. He stumbled over to her, his own exhaustion making him a bit clumsy. He was about to pull her into him when she stepped back.

"Babe, we have like five minutes."

Sighing dejectedly, he nodded and turned around, trudging back into the spacious kitchen. She bit her lip, trying to fight temptation.

"Okay, maybe one quick kiss," she sighed, unable to resist.

He darted back to her, grabbing her and smashing his lips down onto hers. They both felt momentary sparks shoot through their tired bodies, but he pulled back all too soon. "Love you," he whispered, before glancing up at clock. "Shit," he muttered, letting go of her and clumsily darting back to grab the Pop-Tarts. He handed her her glass of orange juice, as he gulped his down, practically choking on it. They down the juice in record time.

"I'll grab our stuff, you go start the car," Gabby said, breathless. Nodding, he dashed out the door, leaving Gabriella alone in the massive, glossy kitchen. Lucille had already left to pick Jack up from the airport, as he had been on a business meeting in Utah. She scrambled down the hall, grabbing her and Troy's backpack. She ran back down the hall, towards the door. If she had been a little less exhausted, she probably would have noticed the rise in the elegant silk carpet on the floor, and she went crashing down. She let out a yelp of pain as her knee was jammed forcefully into the hard, marble floor. Hot tears flooded her vision as pure, burning pain shot through her entire leg. She sat on the floor, cradling her injured leg and letting salty tears run down her face. The pain was unbearable.

She struggled to pick herself up, and once she regained her balance, she leaned down to pick up the backpacks. Their weight, that she normally could have carried, nearly pulled her back to the ground. Grunting in pain, she managed to limp back to the kitchen. She grabbed the Pop-Tarts from the counter, where Troy had left them and struggled to make it to the door. Her exhaustion was clouding her vision, along with the tears that remained in her eyes.

She managed to make it out the front the door, towards the shiny black BMW that Troy was waiting in. When he saw her, he darted out of the car to take the backpacks from her hand. Letting them drop onto the driveway, he quickly gathered his crying girlfriend into his arms, stroking her hair gently.

"Baby," he murmured concernedly in her ear, "What happened?"

"Fell," she managed to choke out.

"Oh, honey," he murmured, his heart aching to her so pained. He let her lean against him while he opened the cars back door to toss in their backpacks. He helped her

Okay, so that's where I left off. I know, I didn't even finish the sentence! I started this chapter, maybe, a month or so ago, then added to it like two weeks ago…..then felt bad for not posting, so uploaded this half-chapter today!

Please don't hate me….hate my schedule for over-filling itself!
(And my teachers for giving us WAYYY too much work)

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