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Forbidden Beauty
Chapter 4.
Troy had a hard time looking Sharpay in the eye the next day.
She would look at him when they passed each other in the hallway, or when they were having a discussion in class. She would even shoot him a small smile, but he couldn't put his eyes on her.
He felt weird. He couldn't believe that they actually made out yesterday on her bed after eating cookies together. He didn't understand how it got like this. How could couples look each other in the eyes? How could they still talk, and act normal?
Troy sighed and sat down beside Chad in the cafeteria, looking into space.
"Was it up with you, man?" Chad asked, "Something happened?"
"No!" Troy said, "I just… have a lot on my mind." He could see Sharpay look up at him from her seat next to Gabriella by the other side of the table. He tried to ignore her, but it was hard, because her eyes were so intense. They just found their way into his skin, and he couldn't shake them off.
"Well, get it out then." She said, "We have to work on our project and I cant have you thinking about other stuff. You need to focus, Bolton. After all, you are the one during it."
Troy just mumbled an answer, not looking up from his food. He was moving his fork between tomatoes and pieces of carrots, deciding on what to eat first.
"Will you look at me, Bolton!?" Sharpay said, "Or, what? Scared?"
Troy finally looked up, giving her a small smile, "Yes Sharpay, that is exactly what I am. I'm just so intimidated by you."
"Wuhu!" Chad whistled, "You just told the Ice Queen off, Troy."
"I didn't tell her off," Troy said, "I just told her what I felt. It was no joke, Sharpay is pretty intimidating."
"Thanks a lot, Bolton." Sharpay said, "And no, I wont help you with the project, even though you gave me a compliment." She pushed her lunch tray away, and stood up, "My house after school." And then she left the cafeteria.
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Troy made his way down the street, approaching Sharpay's house with each step he took. He was nervous about seeing her again. He'd actually managed to avoid any really conversation with her all day, and she was probably furious with him.
He went up the driveway, and knocked on the front door, just like the day before. He couldn't hear feet approaching, but suddenly his cell phone stared ringing.
He picked it up, and was surprised to see Sharpay's name flash across the screen. He opened it with a flip, "Yeah?"
"Is that you, Troy?"
"Uhm… What is me?" Troy asked, not getting her groove.
"By the door!" Sharpay sneered, "Is that you?"
"Yeah…" Troy paused, "Why are you calling me to ask that? Why don't you just go open?"
"Because I'm in the pool, and I don't want to ran across the house in my bikini, making the floors wet." Sharpay said, "But just go inside, and down the hall. To your left will be a white door, open it, and go inside, there's a changing room. Strip down to your boxers and come join me for some fun!"
Troy opened the front door, and went inside, "Okay," he said, closing the door behind himself, "I'll see you in a bit then." He closed his phone, and placed it back in his pocket. He took off his shoes, and went down the hall as Sharpay had told him. On the walls were pictures with Sharpay and Ryan on, at different locations. There was a picture with them in the snow, and one of them on a beach. Probably from holidays and vacations.
Troy continued down the hall, until he came across a white door. He opened it, and was pleased when the smell of chlorine caught his nose. He must have found the place. He went into the changing room on his right, knowing it must be for men, because it was blue and the other red. This was really fancy.
He stripped down to his boxers, just as Sharpay had told him, and folded his clothes. He placed it on a bench and approached the door he hadn't come in of. He opened it, and stepped into a room, with a big pool in the middle.
"Hey!" Sharpay said, waving at him from the water, "Why did you take so long, Mr. Slowly?"
Troy shrugged, and plopped into the pool immediately. He couldn't believe they had an indoor pool, especially one as big as this one. It was amazing. Sharpay and Ryan were so lucky.
Sharpay swam towards him, as he surfaced again. "Hi!" he smiled, "This is fancy."
"Yeah well…" Sharpay trailed off, "It's nothing. You should see our outdoor pool."
"You have an outdoor pool too?" Troy exclaimed.
"Yup!" Sharpay smiled. She swam away from him again, with a very pleasant smile on her face. He could tell that she enjoyed this a lot. But really, who wouldn't? He looked her up and down, checking her long legs out in her black bikini. Which, by the way, already left out very little to the imagination. Not that he minded at all.
He loved the view.
Sharpay made her way out of the pool. She walked towards the deep end, probably to jump in, but she stopped halfway there though. She turned around and gave him a death glare, "Stop starring at my ass, Bolton! Though I must say, I'm flattered!"
Troy blushed, and dived into the water to let her do her thing.
Suddenly a huge splash was heard and he put his head over water, to see what was up. He found Sharpay in the pool, after having jumped into it. She was giggling. "So, what happened today?" she then asked, taking him of guard.
"What do you mean?"
"You wouldn't even look at me." Sharpay continued, sitting by the edge of the pool, "Was it because of what happened yesterday? Did you feel awkward around me?"
Troy nodded, "I know it's stupid, but…"
"I think it's cute!" Sharpay replied, "You really need help. Well then, let's head upstairs and work on our thing."
Troy stood out of the pool as well, but paused when he realized that he couldn't take his jeans back on. His boxers were wet. "Uh, Sharpay…"
"Yeah?" she turned around by the red door, already half through it.
"What am I gonna wear? I have nothing to put on?"
"Just put on your jeans, Bolton." Sharpay said, "Stop being such a woos!" she went through the door, and it closed behind her with a loud smack.
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Troy was awfully uncomfortable in his jeans.
He hadn't dried himself good enough, and things were… getting places. He kept moving around on Sharpay's red leather couch, shifting his leg from side to side. He couldn't find a way to seat himself.
Sharpay looked up from her book, shooting a glance at Troy. She had so much fun watching him struggle. She bit her lip, to keep herself from giggling. He really didn't want to argue with her, otherwise he would have said something. She was sure of it.
Troy moved his right leg again, and leaned back in the couch. He hadn't gotten much reading done, because he couldn't concentrate. One thing was his jeans, a whole other was the mental image of Sharpay in her little, black bikini, which had decided to settle down in his brain.
Sharpay looked at him again and slapped her book close. She couldn't stop her laughter this time.
Troy looked up at her with a frown on his face, not understanding why she was laughing. He probably would have, if he'd seen how obvious he was making himself.
"You want to go change?" Sharpay asked, "Use my bathroom, third drawer. I should have some boys underwear there."
Troy looked at her, "Why do you have boys underwear?"
"You want to borrow them or not?" Sharpay just asked, shooting him a death glare.
Troy quickly stood up, and went for a door in the other end of the room, which he assumed must be her bathroom. He opened it, and realized that he was right. It was white, but she had a Jacuzzi, an ordinary shower, a lot of drawers and such. He quickly went for the nearest one, and opened the third drawer. He found the underwear in first go, and realized that they were brand new. He took his jeans off, and hopped into the boxers.
When he took the jeans on again, he felt much better, and suddenly a weird thought came across his mind… He was in Sharpay's bathroom. All alone. It would be very wrong not explore it a little bit. Maybe she had some wonderful sexy underwear hidden somewhere.
He opened the drawer beneath the one he'd opened before, and got disappointed. It was just a lot of girly hair products and such. Like ponytail holders and pink clips. He closed the drawer again, and approached another wall, where there were lots of drawers too.
This time he got more lucky.
He opened the first one, and found it stuffed with underwear. Like thongs and hot pants. He chuckled to himself, and wished that his friends could see him now. They would think he'd got some nerve, going through the Ice Queen's stuff. They didn't have to know that she was actually a pretty sweet person, and didn't mind him being weird at all. When he was going to tell Chad about this tomorrow, he would make it seem like he'd sneaked in there while she was downstairs, and barely made it back to the couch before she came back.
It was funny, because he'd never seen a girl in her underwear before. He'd only seen them in bikinis at the beach, but it just wasn't the same. He had never even seen a girl's underwear before, and he found it funny to go through Sharpay's stuff without her knowing. Then maybe he'd have an idea of what kind of things girls wore, and it would be easier with all… those pictures in his head.
He shut the drawer close again, and decided to check out for more some other time. He went into the room again. Sharpay was still reading in the book, once in a while grabbing a piece of chocolate from the bowl on the table.
"How you don't get any fatter is beyond me." Troy muttered, taking his seat in the red leather couch again.
Sharpay looked up, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well…" Troy nodded at the bowl, "Today you eat those, yesterday you ate cookies."
"What's your point?"
"It's really fattening."
"Oh!" Sharpay suddenly realized what he was getting at, "You see, I swim in the pool everyday, go fun a run a couple times a week, and yeah… I don't gain weight easily."
"I do!" Troy said, snapping a piece of chocolate.
"Then don't eat any more!" Sharpay said, snatching the bowl and putting it beside her feet on the floor, "We don't want you getting love handles, now do we?"
Troy chuckled.
"Girls don't like boys with love handles." Sharpay said, shooting him a knowing smile.
Troy leaned back in the couch, looking questionably at her, "So tell me… What do girls like? What do they look for in a boy?"
Sharpay smacked her book close, and threw it behind her with no care, "You really wanna know?"
"Yup."
"Okay, listen…" she adjusted herself in the chair, and threw her legs over one arm. She planted the bowl of chocolates in her lap, and looked at him; "I guess the first thing there's important is that he's sweet, and that he likes us. You know, no girl wants to be a one night stand. Unless she's the one deciding it is." She winked at him.
"I bet you've pulled that a few times, or what?" Troy asked.
"Yeah… a couple." Sharpay said, stuffing a piece of chocolate into her mouth, "But really, are we looking for a boyfriend, we start by making sure his feelings are true, not just pretending. You can really burn your fingers by that. Then it's okay if he's hot, I guess, but it's not what I look for, anyway. Some girls do."
"So, you tell me that looks are not important?" Troy asked, disbelief streaming through him. Sharpay always seemed so superficial.
"No!" she said, "I'm kidding! Looks are very important to me. Especially if it's a long lasting boyfriend."
"I thought so." Troy laughed, "But what more does girls look for in a boy? By the way, I love this conversation, it doesn't make me sound gay at all."
Sharpay giggled, "Now, I can only speak for me, y'know, but I think a lot of girls like a spontaneous guy. A guy who… takes them out for dinner because he suddenly feels like it or… pushes them against the hall at school, where he kisses her like it's the end of the world. A guy who suddenly does stuff for you or with you."
Troy nodded, taking it all in, keeping it for good ideas. After all, who knows more about what girls want, than the most girly girl at East High? Than the Queen of them all?
"So, what more do you wanna do today?" Sharpay asked.
"More French kissing?" Troy suggested.
Sharpay frowned, "No, that's a part of the lessons, and you just had your share for today. You know, a few pointers from me; the most sexy girl in the world."
"Yeah, and the most sexy girl in the world just taught the most sexy boy in the world, a lot about girls." Troy said, laying himself on the couch.
"Wow, touché!" Sharpay chatted, "What day is it today?"
"Hmm? Wednesday, I think." Troy said, "Why?"
"Nothing…" Sharpay replied, "I've got a hip-hop class later. I don't really feel like going."
"Then don't."
"I cant just ditch!" Sharpay whined, shooting out of her seat. She threw herself on her bed, and looked at him, "But seriously Troy, do you have any idea of what more you want to like, learn?"
"I honestly don't know." Troy said, standing up from the couch. He approached her desk and sat down on it, looking at all the pictures she had plastered on the wall behind it, "I'll leave it to you, you're the teacher." He paused, "Who is this guy?"
Sharpay stood up from her bed, and looked at the picture, Troy was pointing at; "Oh!" she exclaimed "That is a Swedish guy I met when we went skiing in Norway last Christmas. His name was… something I cant even pronounce."
Troy laughed, "So, what? You hang out with him for a week?"
"Yeah, we shared some pretty good times." Sharpay replied, making her way towards the bed again.
"Don't tell me you slept with him too?" Troy exclaimed, casually sitting on the edge of the bed. Secretly, he'd been wondering about these questions since yesterday. Exactly how many guys had Sharpay been around? Was she really one of those girls?
"Only two times during my time there!" Sharpay said, casually brushing him off.
"How many guys have you been with?" Troy asked.
"Uh…" Sharpay trailed off, starring oddly into space, "Me and numbers…"
Troy frowned, "Don't tell me it's that many!?"
"Look, I dunno know exactly how many!" Sharpay said, "But I can assure you, that most of them aren't someone you know."
"You've only slept with Zeke… you know, of my friends, right?" Troy asked.
"Uhm…" Sharpay paused, "And a couple of the other basketball guys! It's just a secret, because some of them sorta overlapped with each other." She giggled.
Troy frowned, smacking his hands into his forehead. That was probably why they all said they'd only slept with one girl. They had slept with two, the other one being Sharpay… They just couldn't tell, because… She'd been dating Zeke during that time, probably. "When you were with Zeke, you mean?" Troy asked, "You cheated on him?"
Sharpay rolled her eyes, "Don't be such a goodie-goodie, Bolton. I'm not like you, ok? All that sex-stuff is just… Like every other thing you can do. My family have an opinion on that matter, that no-one else does."
"I see." Troy said, standing up, "But I'll catch you tomorrow? Here after basketball practise?"
"Yeah, yeah." Sharpay said, not even looking at him as he went for the door, "And Troy? Don't get too many dreams of me in my black bikini, otherwise you might have to use that pack of condoms I gave you."
Ta-duum! Done, chapter 4 is over. Chapter 5 will be here as soon as possible though. Until then, you might as well leave me a review. Please? Thanks . And also, I meant to ask you this; do some of you have any crazy ideas for this fic? I have a lot, a lot of my own, but I'd like some more from you, my readers. It could be pretty cool if you had something on your mind that Troy and Sharpay could do, or... I'm not promising to use it, but I'd appriciate ideas from all of you. So if you do have an idea, leave it to me along with your review, or PM me. Please? Thanks,
Scene: Joey and Rachel's, Ross is entering looking for Joey, but instead he finds Paul and Rachel making out on the couch.
Ross: Joey?!
Paul: Hi Ross.
Rachel: I was just getting him to like you.