The warm water heat her skin rhythmically, undoing the knots of stress that were in her back. She sighed in relaxation. Her mind drifting to the man downstairs, he was...secretive. Hiding something that he didn't want anyone to know, well-she smirked as she reached for the shampoo-she'd find out what it was. Even if she had to seduce the answer from him.
When Gabriella wrapped the towel around her body. she stepped out feeling the cold breeze hit her in the hallway, she walked towards her bedroom but was stopped when she bumped into something and hit the floor. "oww." she groaned, she looked up and Troy was looking at her amazed. "G-Gabriella?" she looked up at him, then at herself, she was still wearing a towel, "Oh umm sorry..I'm used to.. um no one being here.." she blushed deeply.
Troy smirked, "Well, get used to me being here for awhile." Gabriella nodded, moving to stand on her feet; Troy grabbed her elbow to help her up. "Thanks," she said, "uh...I'll just go in my room so...yeah." Troy cleared his throat, stuffing his hands in his pockets but otherwise didn't budge. Gabriella cleared her throat, "I kind of need you to move." Troy looked at her, his eyes looking her up and down. She felt herself shrink to two feet tall. "Please move-oof." his lips crashed on hers; if only for a second, then he pulled away. She looked at him stunned.
Gabriella's arms wrapped around Troy's neck. she melted into the kiss, she couldn't let go, she wouldn't let go. she just led themselves to the bedroom. Gabriella's legs jumped up wrapping around Troy's waist. she moaned into the kiss, "Troy.." he cupped her cheek, taking his hand and slipping off the towel, she was completley in her birthday suite, Troy got ontop of her, slipping off his shirt, not breaking the kiss. Gabriella roamed her arms around his shoulders, kissing him passionately, Gabriella looked into his eyes, "Troy..should...should we be doing this? we just..we just met.." she breathed out.
Troy kissed her lips hard, and smirked between them, "Ever heard of friends with benefits?" Gabriella gasped pulling away and pushing him off of her. "I"m not some whore Troy..I'm sorry..I.." she had tears running down her cheeks, looking away, "I..I'm not a whore..and I don't wanna be.."
Troy sighed, "Hey...Brie-" she turned toward him with a looks could kill glare, "just..go to your room, and you can start work tomorrow." she walked to her closet-small, crowded, cramped, but it held her clothes and some boxes that had her pajama's in it. Troy sighed again, he shouldn't have kissed her but...she was wet and dripping and...she looked good in a towel. If it wouldn't be counted as rude, he'd say that she should wear it for a towel all the time. "Fine, I'll just..uhm night." she crossed her arms over her chest and didn't look at him as he left her room, "Friends with benefits..." she muttered, slipping on sweats and a tanktop that showed a good amount of cleavage. "the most ridiculus I've ever heard! I'm not a whore! I'm not my mother!"
The walls were thin, and the fact that Troy's room was right next to hers. Yeah, he heard her whole tirade. "What does he want you dead for?" Troy muttered, staring at the ceiling of his room. He ...was beginning to feel something, something he wasn't quite sure what it was. "What do you want her for?" he muttered, his head hitting the pillow and his mind drifting to a dreamless sleep.
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The Next Morning, Gabriella was up fixing pancakes. Troy walked downstairs, she looked at him, "Umm I'm making pancakes." she looked back at her pancakes she was flipping. he sighed, "Brie..I'm-" she stopped him, "Brie?" he shrugged, "It's a nickname." she smiled, "Love it." he smiled back, "I'm really sorry about last night-" she shook her head, "No, Don't be.. I'm sorry." he smiled, "No, I should of had self control-" she smiled, "Look, we both made a mistake, let's just forget about it.. what fruit do you eat with your pancakes?" he smiled, "Banana's." she was getting two banana's already, she smiled, "Really? me too." she giggled.
Troy smiled, "great minds think alike." she giggled grabbing the banana's and putting them all over their pancakes and drowning them with syrup. After Breakfest, Gabriella drove Troy to The Restruant called 'Gabi's' Of course, and she grabbed his hand walking inside. The place didn't open for another hour, so Troy would have to learn the best. Gabriella looked at him, "So umm do you wanna start off cooking or waitering, or cleaning?"
Troy made a face, "Mmm let me think? Cooking." Gabriella rolled her eyes, "you can't be picky." He scoffed, "yeah well I'm a picky guy-" "beggers can't be choosers." he rolled his eyes, "where's the kitchen?" Gabriella fought the urge to laugh, as she led him to the kitchen, it was a small space but it was equiped with all the things that one needed to cook meals. "I guess I'll be a waitress today." Gabriella said, "oh who cares, I always am." Troy smiled at her, She blushed a little bit smiling back, "Umm can you fix anything?" Troy nodded, "Don't worry about it.." she bit her bottom lip, "Ok, we open in an hour."
After a few hours, The whole place was packed because Troy did an amazing job at cooking, and after a few hours of working, It was closing time and Troy and Gabriella were the only ones there. "wow, we did good." she smiled at him cleaning the tables. He smiled, "I guess I did an excellent job." she giggled, "yeah, you did.. " she bit her lip looking at him, "Thank you." he smiled, "no problem." she bit her lip.
He sighed, "Can I uh ask you something?" she nodded, "sure." They took a seat in a booth. "Last night, after I left, I heard what you said.. about your mother.." Gabriella looked away, "I'm sorry you heard that." he sighed, "Do you uh wanna talk about it." she took a deep breath, "After my dad passed away, my mom she was misrable, she wanted love from everybody.. she started sleeping around with different man every single night.." Gabriella had tears forming in her eyes already, Troy rubbed her shoulder. she continued, "After awhile, she had umm died of an STD.. I was on my own for awhile with my aunt, in florida, then I moved here and started a new better life, forgetting about anything that ever happened...but for some odd reason, I can't help but think that something or someone is out to get me, and I don't know why, and it's..it's scaring me.."
Gabriella ran her hands through his hair, her legs wrapped around his waist; Troy layed her on the surface on the table, and as soon as she had slipped his shirt off, Troy's cell phone rang. Gabriella pulled away, Troy kept kissing her neck, "you going...to...oh m-...Troy your phone." He moaned, pulling away and leaning his forehead against hers as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. "Hello..." suddenly his whole demeanor changed, "uh...w-well.." he backed away from her and turned his back to her, talking in harsh whispers. Gabriella barely heard. She wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly feeling a cold draft wrap around her where Troy's arms were. Troy's voice whispered harshly into the phone, "I know..look just give more time-NO! I can do this!"
Troy sighed shutting the phone and laying it against his forhead. Gabriella bit her bottom lip, "Is..um everything ok?" Troy looked at her, "Everything is 100% ok." she looked at him, "No It's not." he sighed, "Brie, it's..it's something personal..and..yeah." she sighed nodding, "If it's something personal, then I respect that..but if you wanna talk about it, you can always come to me.." Troy nodded, "I'll remember that." she held her hands firmly on his shoulders. Gabriella leaned up towards his lips, and kissed them softly, gently, but passionately. Troy wrapped his arms around her, dropping his phone on the ground, and laying back on the surface of the table.
Her hands went through his hair, as his lips nipped at her neck. "Troy..." she muttered, his hands going to the rim of her pants, "Troy...st- we shouldn't be...Troy..." he kissed down to the opening of her deep V neck blouse. Gabriella was torn between pushing him away, and letting her guard down completely, then again, she wasn't her mother-that voice always won any argument. "Troy stop!" she pushed him away, "I...I can't, I'm sorry..."
Troy looked at her, "Brie..what's wrong?" she bit her bottom lip shaking her head, tears forming in her eyes. he brought his hand to cup her cheek but she pulled away. "I..I can't.." Troy nodded, "I completely understand Brie.." she looked at him, "You do?" he nodded, "We just met..It's too soon.." she nodded, "It's too soon.." Troy smiled at her, and she bit her lip, "and plus, we haven't even gone on a date yet.. I think once we have a date, we can go onto the next level, cause I wanna..I wanna take things.. slow..."
Troy nodded, "I compelety understand Brie... that's why I'm going to respect that, and you and your decisions and choices." Gabriella nodded, he had her cheek cupped in his hand. she gulped a little bit, "Troy.." he smiled, "Yeah Brie?" he whispered. she knew he wouldn't ever hurt her, cause his a sweet guy, and she can feel that he cares about her, but she needs to know. "Will you.. would you ever hurt me?"
It had to be that question, Troy gulped; slight hesitation before answering that Gabriella noticed but didn't question at first. "I-I promise...de-definitely." why was he hesitant? Gabriella bit her lip, "I've been hurt before...by a lot of people, I don't want to be hurt again." Troy cupped her cheek, leaning his forehead against hers, "I'd never hurt you...at least not the way that you've been hurt before." was that supposed to be comforting? Troy chuckled, "I'm not good at comforting..." Gabriella cursed herself, she had blurted out her thoughts. Again.
Gabriella sighed leaning her forhead against his, "what do you mean?" Troy sighed grabbing her hands and kissing them, "I..I don't know what I mean..I would never hurt you.. in anyway that you have been before.." Gabriella nodded, not compeletey understanding it, but nodded anyways. "Yeah.." he sighed, "Umm shouldn't we get back?" she nodded, biting her bottom lip, "yeah." he grabbed her hand, helping her off the surface of the table, and going to the car, The thought of what just happened, swimming through Gabriella's brain, and never leaving.