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Forbidden Beauty
Chapter 3.
"Move it!"
Troy, Gabriella and the rest of the gang, turned around as they heard Sharpay's demanding voice through the hall. It didn't take them long to locate her, because the student body parted before her like Moses and the Red Sea.
She was walking down the hall, her silver heels clicking with every step she took. Ryan was right behind her, carrying her bag as well. She was busy talking on her cell phone, only now and then looking around to throw another ´move it!´.
She stopped in front of them and closed her cell phone. She got her pink bag from Ryan and placed it on her shoulder. Then she looked at Taylor and placed her hand in front of her; "Gloss me."
"Huh?"
"Gloss me!" Sharpay said, this time turning to Gabriella.
Gabriella quickly ruffled through her bag and found a strawberry lipgloss. She smiled and handed it to Sharpay, who took it.
"You're a doll, Gabby." Sharpay said, sending Taylor a hateful look. She turned sideways and opened her locker, to look into the mirror. She applied the lipgloss like a pro. She smirked at herself in the mirror, before handing it back to Gabriella.
"What are we all doing here, then?" she asked, smacking her locker close.
"Waiting for you to do your thing." Chad said, disgusted.
"Yeah, yeah, Danforth." Sharpay replied, turning away from him, "You could use some gloss too, so don't speak too loud."
Chad rolled his eyes, and Sharpay took the lead down the hall, the rest of them quickly following her to homeroom, where they took their usual seats, waiting for Mrs. Darbus to arrive.
After Mrs. Darbus had talked a few minutes about the up-coming play, cell phones and the up-coming play again, the bell rang, and Sharpay, Ryan, Troy, and Gabriella headed off towards their next class. History. They found their seats, which were right next to each other, back row.
Sharpay and Gabriella were in the middle, a boy on each side. It had been like that since they started speaking to each other, and that was just the way it was. Sharpay opened her cell phone to check her messages. None.
Just then, Mrs. Nolan, their teacher, rushed into class. She was one of those teachers who didn't take things slow. The minute the door opened, she screamed for them to get their books, and then she started scribbling rapidly on the blackboard.
Sharpay and Ryan groaned in union when they saw what she had planned for them today. Read ten pages, answer the questions at page 56. Pair up two and two and ask me for your monthly subject.
Sharpay pulled her book towards her, not intending to read at all. She opened it to a random page, and placed it upright on the table, her cell phone behind it. She scrambled through her phone book, looking for someone to annoy. She took a look around the class, and realized that Zeke was in this class too. He never had his cell on soundless, so she quickly wrote some annoying text massage for him, and pressed send.
Two seconds later a loud bip was heard from Zeke's pocket, and he looked panicked. He immediately took his cell phone, to turn it off, but Mrs. Nolan was quicker. She grabbed it from him, and stuffed it into her own pocket. "You'll be earning yourself detention today, Mr. Baylor, consider yourself lucky for some more education. Your grades can use it."
Zeke groaned and turned around to shoot Sharpay a hateful look. He knew it was from her, he'd seen her name flash across the screen.
She just smiled at him, and winked.
He cracked a smile. He couldn't stay mad at her for too long. She was irritating and all, but she was also so sweet. So he got detention? Big deal. He would probably had gotten it anyway, since he hadn't done his math homework.
Then Gabriella smacked her book close, indicating finished work. Sharpay shot her a look, her eyebrows crooked. How did she read ten pages in such short time? Sharpay herself hadn't even read ten words! Well, she hadn't tried, so maybe that was why. Sharpay grabbed a paper and a pencil like Gabriella, and unnoticed, behind her book, copied her answers from page 56.
When Gabriella was done, she leaned back in her chair, and so did Sharpay. They had to wait until their partners were finished.
Finally Ryan and Troy were both done, and Gabriella was about to take Troy's hand, to go get their subject, when Sharpay butted in;
"I work with Troy this time." she said.
"Uhm, what?" Troy asked.
"Remember our deal?" Sharpay said, "About the whole friend-thing? You need to work with me. Gabby and Ryan can work together this time. Doesn't it sound fun to switch partners?"
Gabriella nodded, "That does sound fun, don't you think, Troy?"
Troy groaned and shot Sharpay a weird look, but she just smiled at him innocently. He knew exactly what this meant. Their deal. He had to do her homework. Now that they worked together, he'd have to do the whole project by himself, because he didn't really believe that Sharpay would help him. He nodded though, and shot Gabriella a smile, "Yeah, that does sound fun."
"Good then!" Gabriella smiled. She pulled Ryan from his seat and they approached Mrs. Nolan to get their subject.
Sharpay turned to Troy, her eyes glistening, "Have you talked to her?"
"I'm gonna do it during free period!" Troy said, "Right after lunch. Maybe it was a good thing that I didn't have to work with her, now when I'm asking for a break."
"Yeah, well…" Sharpay said, smirking, "You're gonna learn so much working on this project, Troy! Say, my house after school? We can start on your lessons too?"
"Lessons?"
"You'll see." Sharpay smirked, getting up from her seat. She turned to Mrs. Nolan, asking for their subject.
"And you're with Mr. Bolton this time, I see?" Mrs. Nolan said, "Nice to see you're trying a different pairing for once. You and Mr. Bolton will work on the relationship between men and woman through up time. This could be interesting. Have fun."
Sharpay turned around and found her seat again. She shot him one of the innocent smiles that he'd come to learn was so fake, and said; "Relationship between men and woman. You're gonna enjoy this, Bolton."
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During lunch, Troy kept shooting little glances at Gabriella. His main attention was on Sharpay though, who was talking to Zeke. He couldn't understand how they could have such an honest, open, loving friendship, when they'd been going out, and been with each other on the level that they had.
He just couldn't understand how it could be the same as always. Like the way they talked to each other in the beginning of their relationship, before they took that step. How could they still talk like that?
But it was probably because he hadn't tried it yet. Maybe sex wasn't such a big deal after all. Maybe it was what it was, and maybe people were talking so much about it, that he got visions in his head that couldn't measure up to the truth?
Troy glanced at Gabriella again, who was eating her salad. She was a really special girl. Smart, pretty and funny. He loved spending time with her, but he just didn't understand why he didn't want to kiss her. It wasn't like he felt the urge to do it. If he had, then he would just have done it.
Maybe he wasn't insecure… Maybe he just didn't want to.
He'd have to talk to Sharpay about it later.
He was really nervous about the ´lesson´ she'd planned for him. He had a lot of crazy thoughts in his head, and he couldn't figure out if it was something Sharpay would actually do. She was the devil, that much he'd learned, but she had to have boundaries. She couldn't possibly…
And even though he was nervous, he felt a chill inside of him that showed excitement.
Sharpay drove him nuts most of the time. Even when they hadn't been friends, she'd driven him crazy by just walking down the halls in school. Now when they talked to each other, she drove him nuts with her rude snide marks, and not-funny jokes. Yesterday, he'd been loosing his mind after spending about two hours with her in her room.
And he was desperately trying to figure out why.
"Well, we gotta go." Taylor said, "We have a meeting with the Scholastic Decathlon Team. We'll catch you guys later."
Gabriella stood up too, "Bye Troy!" she waved.
"Gabby!" he said, "I have to talk to you during free period? Will you meet me in the upstairs garden?"
Gabriella got a frown on her face, "Sure… I'll see you then."
She and Taylor left the gang, and the rest of them looked questionably at Troy, except Sharpay.
"Uh, Troy!?" Chad said, "What was that about?"
"Yeah, you sounded really serious." Kelsi continued.
"It's nothing, you guys." Troy said, looking at his food again. He felt bad. He didn't want to hurt Gabriella, but maybe it would even do them good with some time apart? Who knew?
--
It had been horrible.
He had just been sitting there, telling her that he needed some time alone, but that he still cared a lot about her, and that he wanted her. He just needed some time alone first. He had told her that he wanted to get together with her in a few months, but that their relationship could really use this. They could use this.
She had gotten angry. She'd yelled at him, cried. Accused him for seeing someone else, and maybe that was why he hadn't kissed her yet. He'd told her that that was why he needed time away from her. To work on that part. The kissing part.
It hadn't helped. She'd still been just as hurt and destroyed.
She had told him that maybe she didn't want him back when he was ready, but she would think about it. After those words she'd left the garden, and he had been starring into space.
When the bell was heard and they had classes together, they'd acted like they always did. People couldn't tell the difference, unless they knew. And Sharpay was the only one who knew.
The rest of the day had gone by uneventful, until now.
He was standing in front of Sharpay's house, and he was sure that things were going to happen. He wasn't sure exactly what things it were, but he knew she had something planned out for him. She wasn't gonna let him get through this easily, he could tell.
He took a deep breath and took the steps from the street to the front door. He rang the doorbell, hoping that Sharpay was the only one home. He didn't see any cars, except her white Porsche, and he knew Ryan was at Gabriella's house, working on their history project.
It took some time before she opened the door. And when she did, she had a frown on her face; "I just thought I'd keep you waiting," she mumbled. She took his arm, and dragged him inside, closing the door, "You've been standing at the street for about a half an hour now. What were you thinking about?"
Troy squeezed his eyes shut, replying; "A lot of stuff."
She shrugged him off and went up the stairs again, just like yesterday, waving him with her; "I assume that Gabriella didn't take the break too well?"
"No." Troy simply said.
"Well, I guess the princess will have to get used to the fact that she ain't dating the basketball star any longer." Sharpay said, continuing down the hall. "Are you hungry or anything?"
"If you're eating something, I'd like some too." Troy said.
"No, Troy," Sharpay stopped and turned around to look at him, "That's not how it works in my house. I asked you if you were hungry. So that means you're gonna answer that. Are you hungry or not? Because if you're just gonna eat if I'm gonna eat, then I guess you're not really hungry."
"I'm hungry." Troy then said.
"Good, you're a quick leaner, Troy." Sharpay said, and then she started walking again, "In this house we say what we mean, and what we want. Feel free to tell me your opinion on everything. Even me, I'm okay with it. Just tell me what you think."
Troy didn't respond to that. He just followed her down the hall, her high heels clicking against the wooden floor. They entered her room again, and Troy took a seat in the red leather couch.
"What did you want to eat?" Sharpay asked, standing before him, hands on hips.
"What do you have?" Troy asked. He felt so stupid. That obviously wasn't the answer Sharpay had been hoping for. She wanted him to tell her what he wanted, and not asking what they had. He was going to get used to this.
"Troy…" she begun, annoyingly tapping her feet against the floor.
"Cookies."
"Great answer." Sharpay said, "I could eat some cookies." She approached her wall, and pressed a bottom beneath a black speaker; "Mrs. Jenkins? We'd like some cookies up here? Do you have chocolate chip ones?"
"Yes."
"Please come up with some. And uh, milk too! Two glasses."
"Yes, ms. Evans."
Sharpay stepped away from the wall, rolling her eyes. "She can be so annoying sometimes, I tell you." she sat down in the chair she also sat in yesterday, and looked at Troy.
He was fidgeting in the couch, nervously. He didn't know what to make of all this, and what they were gonna do today. He looked at her, "What… Uh, what are we gonna do today?"
"Well…" Sharpay began, "I figured you could work on our project while eating, and then I'd give you a little teaser for your first lesson. How does that sound?"
"Uhm…" Troy said, "Okay." he took the books he had found in the library out of his bag, and placed them at the table. He didn't exactly know what he was gonna do, but he figured he could start by reading and taking notes.
Sharpay stood up again, and approached her stereo. She went through a big pile of CD's, lying on top of it, and turned to him, "I hope you don't mind listening to Evanescence?" she showed him her CD, "I just love them."
"Uhm, they're okay, I guess." Troy replied, picking a book from the table.
"What is up with all the ´uhm's´ you say today?" Sharpay asked, plopping the CD into the stereo, "Yesterday it was ´and all´ and today you're saying ´uhm´, what is it gonna be tomorrow? Something more exciting I hope?"
"I just don't know what to say." Troy replied.
"What? Are you afraid of me?" Sharpay asked, pressing the play button. Soon the room was filled with music, but at least she turned the volume down to a minimum. "Because I can tell you, you have nothing to be afraid of. I don't bite, I've just been told I'm special."
"You don't say." Troy said, shooting her a smile.
"Well there you go, Bolton!" Sharpay clapped her hands together, "I was waiting for you to shoot something back at me. I had kinda been hoping for something better, but it's an okay start, I guess!" she flopped down on her bed, crossing her legs. She studied him for awhile. He was just reading. "You want me to read one of those?" she asked, pointing at the table.
"If you want to." Troy replied.
"Well, throw me one!"
Troy picked the one on top and threw it to her. She caught it, and opened it on the first page. She held it in front of her face, already a bored look in her eyes. She soon closed it, and threw it on the floor. She turned around to lie on her stomach, her front facing Troy. "Is it interesting?"
Troy looked up to answer her, but the first thing his eyes caught, was the cleavage, that you could clearly see, because of the way she was lying. He had to blink a few times, and try his best not to look at her. He closed his eyes for a second, and when he opened them again, his eyes were on hers. "No," he replied, fighting his urge to move a few inches below again, "It's boring."
"Big surprise there." Sharpay sarcastically said.
Just then there was a knock on the door, and a maid came into the room, two glasses of milk, and a plate of cookies on a tray. "Where does this go, ms. Evans?"
"The coffee table is fine, Mrs. Jenkins." Sharpay replied, gesturing towards the table, "When dad comes home, please tell him that we're working on our history project, and we will like not to be disturbed."
"Yes, ms. Evans." Mrs. Jenkins, replied, placing the tray on the table. After that, she threw a smile at them, and backed out of the room.
Troy looked stunned. Then he turned to Sharpay, "Wow, fancy!"
Sharpay bounced off the bed, and took a seat in the chair again, "Yeah well. That's how my life is." She placed a glass of milk in front of him, and pushed the plate of cookies towards him too, "Eat till you puke."
Troy closed his book and threw it in the couch. He took a cookie and plopped it into his mouth.
"They're good, aren't they?" Sharpay asked, taking one herself, "You can say many things about Mrs. Jenkins, but she makes the best chocolate chip cookies in the world."
Troy swallowed, nodding, "Wow, they are good."
"Too bad I cant eat a lot of them. I have to stay in shape." Sharpay said, sipping her milk.
"You're not fat, Sharpay." Troy reasoned.
"I didn't say I was…" Sharpay shot him a look, not really meaning what she was saying, "I said that if I ate too many, I would get fat."
Troy didn't know what to respond to that, so he just grabbed another cookie, and took a bite.
Sharpay got up from the chair again, and threw herself on the bed. She grabbed the stereo remote from her night table, pointed at the stereo, and the CD changed. A slow, dreamy music came out of the speakers.
Troy looked up at her, questions in his eyes.
"Come over here, Troy," Sharpay said, padding the spot beside her on the bed, "It's time for your first little lesson."
"I thought you were gonna give me a teaser?" Troy asked, not tempting to get up or anything.
"Yeah, well…" Sharpay shot him a serious smile, "We'll see where this go. Get your butt over here!"
Troy quickly stood up and hurried across the room. He took a seat beside Sharpay, and she turned around to face him, her legs half crossed. She looked him in the eye, and said; "So, Troy… How much experience do you have with girls?"
"I already told you that." Troy said, "I have none."
"You know how to kiss, right?" Sharpay asked, crooking an eyebrow.
Troy looked at his hands quickly, but then at her again, "Not really… I haven't kissed… before."
"You haven't?" Sharpay exclaimed, "Wow, this is much worse than I thought!"
"Don't make fun of me!" Troy whined.
"Okay, okay!" Sharpay said, adjusting herself in front of him again, "I'll just have to teach you then. But maybe first I should know what you've got? Try and kiss me?"
"Excuse me?" Troy said, "I'm not gonna kiss you."
"How are you gonna learn to do it, then?" Sharpay asked, "You don't want to disappoint Gabby, do you? And don't worry Troy, I wont respond or anything. I just have to see what you can do."
Troy looked a bit unsure, but he guessed that kissing her wasn't so big a deal. She obviously didn't mind kissing him. "Fine." He mumbled. He took a deep breath, and placed a hand on her shoulder. He had no idea what to do, so he was just gonna give it a try. He slowly leaned in, and placed a peck on her lips. Then he pulled away.
Sharpay burst out laughing, "You call that a kiss? Please Troy, 12 year olds can do better than that. Look, I'll show you, okay? And if you feel like it, get in on the kiss. After all, practise makes perfect!"
She gently placed a hand on his cheek, and looked him deeply in the eye. Then she stroked his cheek, and leaned in. The minute her lips touched his, he froze. She didn't stop though, she only kissed him harder. Then he felt something pressing on his lips, and he could only assume it was her tongue, wanting to get into his mouth. He obliged, and she rolled her tongue around his. At first it felt a little strange, but he slowly enjoyed it.
People who had told him about it, were right. He remembered that Mrs. Darbus once had said something. She had said, that you can't explain how a kiss feels, you will only know once you try it.
Sharpay didn't pull away from him. She continued to roll her tongue around his, and he guessed that she wanted him to do something too. He moved his tongue a bit, hoping he was doing it correctly. He could feel her smiling against his lips, and then she pulled away.
"Good Troy!" she said, "You finally responded, that was all I was waiting for! I can see you're a little insecure, so we're just gonna have to practise that, wont we?"
"More kissing?" Troy asked, and he was surprised by himself, when he felt excitement. He hadn't tried kissing anyone before, but he was sure, Sharpay must be good at it.
"It's no biggie." Sharpay replied, "Kiss me now, you'll lead."
"So we'll just be French kissing?" Troy asked, suggestively crooking an eyebrow, "I kinda like your way of teaching."
"It's only business, Bolton." Sharpay said, poking her finger into his chest, "Wow, these are good!" she replied, poking a bit more, "You mind if I get a piece of that?"
Troy rolled his eyes. He suddenly felt more on ease with Sharpay. He wasn't intimidated by her any longer. Yesterday she'd been really annoying – she still was, but he found it kinda cute. "No, you want some?"
Sharpay was taken aback by his response. "So now you've learned how to tell me back, eh? That's good to know I can be used for more than just kissing." She adjusted herself a little better again, and took his hand in hers, "Now, kiss me again? I've told you this once, but practise makes perfect."
Troy smiled and leaned in to kiss her again. He wasted no time, he pushed his tongue through her lips, like she'd done before, and started playing with hers. He found that she was playing back, and they soon had a little fight going on it there, all the while, his thumb moved across her hand, in small circles.
They finally pulled back, needing air.
Troy looked at Sharpay, unsure of what to do. He felt awkward around her now. How was he ever gonna look her in the eye again? He looked up when he heard Sharpay giggle. She had laid herself on the bed, and was now jumping up and down, making the bed move.
"Lie down, Troy!" she said.
He lay down beside her, wondering what she was up to, and she started moving the bed again. He couldn't help but laugh. Who would have thought that the Ice Queen was such a little child?
He stopped laughing though, when Sharpay pulled him on top of her, and forcefully started kissing his lips. It didn't take him long to join in, and then they were making out pretty wildly at her bed. She had her hands in his hair, while he was holding her head in place, all the while, trying not to let his weight on top of her.
She was so small and fragile, and he didn't want to hurt her.
He was about to roll them over, for Sharpay to be on top of him, when the speaker on the wall started going off.
Sharpay quickly pushed him off of her, and approached the speaker, catching her breath. She pressed the button, "Yes?"
"Your mother is home, ms. Evans, and she wants you to join her at the piano. I told her you were doing homework, but she says it's important."
"Tell her, I'll be there soon." Sharpay replied, moving her finger away from the button which kept the conversation going. She turned to Troy, smothering her clothes, "I need you to go home now. We'll work more on the project tomorrow after school, and talk about your lessons. Is that okay?"
Troy stood up, planting his hands in his pockets, "Good enough. I'll just leave the books here."
She nodded, "Fine. Now c'mon, I'll show you out."
She opened the door, and disappeared down the hall, Troy quickly following in her steps.
Today had surely been interesting…
Okay, so I hope this wasn't too out there? I don't know why, but I find this funny. Sharpay teaching Troy how to kiss… I can just picture that in my head! Anyway, leave me a review, please? Thanks, Stessa.
For Friends fans;
Ross: No, I mean, look I don't know if anything is going to happen with us, again. Ever. But I don't want to know that it-it never could. So I stopped it and she got mad and broke my projector.
Rachel: Wow. I, I don't even know what to say. Thank you. (Gently kicks him.)
Ross: You're welcome. (Gently kicks her back.)
(Chandler starts crying.)
Monica: Oh my God! Are-are you crying?
Chandler: (crying hysterically) I just don't see why those two can't work things out!
Remember that review we talked about? Now it's time to leave it, tootles, Stessa xD