Thank you for all the kind reviews. This chapter is dedicated to those of you who takes the time to review me. You guys rock! ;p And this chapter… yeah, should have been rated M, I think I've been writing many of those the last couple of weeks, eh? And also, I'm totally, amazingly, not-describable sorry about the mega long delay! I've just been busy, and then I decided to wait with the update until ff started to act normal again !

Disclaimer; Hmm… Let me see, let me see, let me see… No, it says so here; I don't own High School Musical. I'm sad to break any bubbles, but it's the truth

Forbidden Beauty

Chapter 11.

Troy's weekend was mostly spent in his room, listening to the CD he borrowed from Sharpay, and figuring out a way to pass her ´class´. He listened to Click 5, and choose a song he liked to sing. Also because he kinda pictured himself singing it to Sharpay, without making it too obvious.

He choose ´Pop Princess´, because he really liked it, and the song could easily be about Sharpay. Then he really thought a lot about that pass thing, she talked about. He had a few ideas, he'd just have to figure out if they could be used. Sharpay was demanding something from him, and he knew it. The only problem was just that he didn't know what it was that she wanted.

It was now Monday, and those thoughts were still on his mind, when he entered the school. He approached Gabriella's locker, determined to get on her good side again. After all, he was going to ask her out soon. To ask her to be his girlfriend again.

"Hey, Gabby…" he casually leaned against the locker beside hers, waiting for her to turn around and look at him.

When she finally did, she didn't look too happy to see him, "What Troy?"

"Uhm…" he lost all his confidence by her tone, but he really shouldn't let himself get down by that, "I was wondering… Do you want to go out for a milkshake after school?"

"A milkshake?" Gabriella seemed surprised, "Like, you and I?"

"Yeah…" Troy said, "If you wanted to?"

"Sure, a milkshake would be nice!" Gabriella smiled.

"Milkshake!?" a voice said, and they turned around to find Sharpay and Ryan, "Who's having milkshake? You and Troy? I thought you guys broke up?"

"What!?" Gabriella said, "How do you know? We didn't tell anyone?!"

"You guys broke up?" Chad questioned. He'd been listening to the whole conversation progressing, but now he was shocked.

"Uhm, yeah…" Troy said, shooting Sharpay a death glare, "We did, but… Well, who says I can't ask Gabby out for a milkshake even though we're just friends?"

"Well, if it's just a friendly milkshake, you wouldn't mind if Ry and I joined, would you?" Sharpay asked, looking totally innocent, which Troy knew was just an act. She was planning something… He could almost see the machines working inside her head.

"I – I guess not…" Gabriella smiled, "You know I like to spend time with you Sharpay. Maybe we could talk about the Talent Show? Mrs. Darbus wants one of us to start, and I really want to get it over with, but if you want to start, then…"

"Chill Gabby!" Sharpay said, "You can start, don't worry. Well meet after school at ´Little Ms. Mommy's´?"

Gabriella nodded, but Chad chipped in on their conversation;

"It's Monday. Troy has practise."

"We never practise anyway!" Troy said, "You know all we do on Mondays are… talking about… certain things."

"Sex Troy," Sharpay interrupted, studying her nails, "Just say the word, it's not gonna do you any harm."

"Fine, sex!" Troy said, getting really annoyed… And the day had just begun.

"Okay, we'll skip practise!" Chad said, "But if the four of you are going, then Taylor and I are coming too. Is that a deal?"

"Sure, Danforth," Sharpay replied, still highly obsessed with her white nails. She looked up at him though, and shot him a mean smile, "That's a deal, if you'll shut up, then? I get tired of listening to you." she looked at Ryan, and waved him along with her, "Nice talking to you all."

Chad watched as the twins left, anger streaming through his body, "I swear to God!" he said, "That, one day… I'm gonna hit that little show-tune-singing Ice Queen so hard in the face, that she'll need a new one!"

"Oh come on, Chad," Troy said, "We all know you liked her once. Remember that party, eh? You guys did a little more than make out. And, you asked her out afterwards. It's not our fault she turned you down."

"How do you know about that!?" Chad asked, totally forgetting to deny everything.

"I have my sources," Troy smirked. He really needed to stop hanging out with Sharpay that much. Her habits were rubbing off on him.

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When they were all seated in the comfy lilac couch by the window at ´Little Ms. Mommy's´, Troy couldn't help but think that the 6 of them made a pretty weird gang. Not that they usually spend much time together, but sometimes, they'd go places like these together, or during lunch in the cafeteria.

People, who passed them, had to think it was weird too. A brown guy, with a big afro. A skinny guy with neat clothes. A guy in sweatpants and a shirt. A girl with a blazer and jeans. A girl with clothes that, (truthfully) looked like a grandma's. And a blonde girl with clothes like a princess.

When Troy thought about it, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, and that gave him some pretty odd stares from his friends.

"What are you laughing about, Bolton?" Sharpay chipped, sipping the strawberry milkshake in front of her at the table.

"Nothing, nothing…" Troy smiled, "I just… Well, thought about all of us. How weird we must look together."

Gabriella looked around, catching his drift, "Actually, I can see what you mean. We are pretty different."

"All are the consequences of you guys breaking free," Sharpay muttered, "Otherwise this wouldn't have been accepted. Not that it is anyway, because…Ew," she looked at them, "I'm so ruining my reputation, but who cares?"

"Reputation!?" Chad sneered, "Nobody cares about you, Sharpay."

"I have a lot of people who care about me, Danforth," Sharpay said, "Sorry, if they just don't exactly belong to your group of friends. I have a life outside school, you know?"

Chad was about to give her a witty comeback, about Zeke and Pete Smith, when Taylor stopped him;

"Guys, don't fight. We really don't want to wash Sharpay's milkshake out of Chad's hair like last time, okay?"

Sharpay rolled her eyes, and Chad sunk into his seat, still shooting Sharpay dirty looks.

"I think I'll go put some music on the jukebox," Ryan muttered, shooting himself out of the seat. He was quickly followed by Chad, who just wanted to get away from Sharpay's icy looks. It was freakish that eyes so warm and brown, could get so cold.

Troy, Gabriella and Taylor soon got into a discussion about a math assignment, while Sharpay digged into her purse, ignoring a message from Drew. She looked under the table, and got an idea.

"…but seriously, don't you think it was easy?" Gabriella asked them, still going over the answer for question 2. Well, of course she would think it was easy. She was a school nerd.

"Easy for you to say," Troy mumbled, "I mean, I-aaai." He jumped a little from his seat, having felt something move up his pants leg. He quickly glanced at Sharpay, who had a devilish smile on her face, "I just… I just remembered something!" he said, "I- I … got question number 12 wrong!"

"Troy," Taylor said, "There were only 10 questions. What is up with you?"

"Uh…" he gulped. Sharpay's foot was moving higher and higher in his pants leg, "Nothing… Just talk… I'm gonna… listen."

Gabriella shot him a weird look, flopped her hair behind her shoulder again, and continued her talk with Taylor about math.

Troy looked at Sharpay, his eyes getting wider and wider. Her foot was slowly making it's way up his left leg. She had really cold feet, but it was kinda teasing. It tickled, and as she reached his knee, he both hated and loved the fact that he'd decided to wear loose sweatpants today, because that meant she could continue, until she reached… his special place.

She shot him a teasing smile, and he hated the fact that she sat over there, looking so perfectly innocent. No-one passing them by, would know she was so mean and manipulating. No-one would believe that she was, because she looked so sweet and innocent. Like an angel.

Her foot was coming closer, and she was sinking deeper into her seat, to be able to reach. Troy was sure, she'd tell them that she dropped her fork and go down there and give him a blowjob, if there had been tablecloths at the table, covering her actions.

Suddenly he felt her cold feet in his crotch, and he jumped a little again, not able to take it. He shot Gabriella and Taylor an insecure smile, and then he looked at Sharpay, a warning in his blue eyes. She rolled her eyes and moved her foot lower again, rubbing his knee.

As he leaned back in his seat, watching the hot blonde, she quickly got out a pen from her bag and found an unused napkin on the table. She quickly scribbled something there, now and then glancing at Gabriella and Taylor to make sure they didn't look her way. When she was done, she placed the pen on top of the napkin, and slowly pushed it towards Troy.

He took the pen into his hand, and let his eyes wander over her message:

Do you want to fuck me?

It was a simple question, yet Troy had difficulties answering it. He looked at her, she had a glint in her eyes, waiting for his reply. Did he really want to fuck her? Sure, who wouldn't? But he didn't want to just fuck her, he wanted all of her, and he wanted her for real. Not just as a fucking buddy. He wanted her to be his.

But the temptation won him over, as he felt her foot go higher again. He looked up at her, and she ran her tongue over her upper lip, tilting her head a little to the left, looking so unbelievably sexy. She knew just which buttons to push.

He quickly scribbled his answer underneath her question, and pushed the napkin back to her.

Sharpay took it into her hands, after having plopped her pen back in her purse. She knew what the answer was, she just knew. She had to glance at it though, just to make sure.

God yes… Yes, I do.

She crumbled the napkin between her fingers and stuffed it into her bag too. She quickly shot out of her seat, startling Gabriella and Taylor, "I'm going home!" she announced, "I… I just remembered… I haven't done that math assignment yet. I'll catch you guys later!" she bend down and picked up her high heel. The heel she'd taken off when she was playing with him… "Uhm, tomorrow!" she waved at them, "Bye!"

Gabriella looked confused as Sharpay left the shop. She turned to Troy, "What was that about?"

"Uhm, I don't know…" Troy trailed off, his eyes watching Sharpay as she got into her car outside. She shot him a saying look, and he knew just what she wanted him to do, "Well," he stood up, and awkwardly fixed his pants leg, "I'll go home too. I'll have to redo that whole question 12. See you tomorrow!" he quickly left the shop too.

Taylor turned to Gabriella, "When is he gonna realize that there is no question 12!?" she yelled.

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Sharpay waited for Troy in her room. He was a few minutes behind her, so he was getting there a little later. As soon as he entered her room though, she pushed him against the wall, smacking the door close with her foot. She covered his mouth with her own, her hands on his chest.

His arms quickly started roaming her body, taking in all her curves and feeling her silk skin. He pushed her little shirt off, and she was left in a sparkly white top. Sharpay played with the buttons of his shirt, finally unbuttoning the first of them.

Troy then pushed her backwards, until her knees hit the bed, and he landed on top of her on her pink covers. Her hands were moving down his chest, taking in his strong features. Her kisses left his mouth, and she trailed them down his chin, to his neck, to his collarbone. She flipped them over, and started kissing his chest, leaving a wet trail.

He just moaned in pleasure. She was really good at that. He could feel himself getting sweatier, and he knew he made the right decision. How could the decision be wrong, when it felt so good?

He let his hands move up her arms and down her sides, as she was still kissing his chest. He quickly took a hold of the material of her top, and she broke her kisses, to let him pull it off of her. He, this time, flipped them over, so she was once again underneath, and he could take a good look on her golden tanned body.

She was wearing a black lace bra, with little stones on the straps. He planted a kiss between her breasts, and her fingers brushed through his hair. He made his way lower, to kiss her stomach. He sucked on it, leaving a mark there. She giggled a little and he moved upwards to catch her mouth in another kiss.

They made out again, their tongues fighting each other. Sharpay slowly broke the kiss, but leaned in and sucked on his upper lip for good measure. He let his hands move beneath her skirt, and started playing with her things. He stroked them carefully, not really sure of how far he should go. Though Sharpay really didn't seem to mind.

He moved them upwards, until they reached her underwear. He stroke her thighs a little longer, but then he took his hands out and started moving them across her tanned stomach.

Not once did they break their kiss, not once, until they looked up, startled, because Sharpay's mom was in the door.

"Uh, sorry!" she smiled, a surprised expression on her face though; "Hi, I'm Mrs. Evans." She waved at him.

Sharpay rolled her eyes, and motioned for Troy to say something.

Troy turned around to look at Mr. Evans, a smile on his face, "Hi, I'm Troy Bolton."

"Uh!" she giggled, looking oddly at him, "All I really wanted to tell Sharpay was that Drew is downstairs, but I can see… you're busy." She shot them a knowing smile, "Now, you two remember to use protection, all right?"

Sharpay rolled her eyes again, "Sure mom."

Mrs. Evans shot them another smile and left the room, closing the door safely behind her. She was probably going down to tell Drew that Sharpay was busy. Troy turned to look at Sharpay, a confused look on his face, "Uhm, how did she know…?"

Sharpay crooked an eyebrow, and nodded towards him, down there.

Troy looked down and realized that he was … well, rock hard. "Oh my God!" he said, "I can't believe I just turned around to talk to your mom with a boner!"

Sharpay giggled, "It's way better than if you had turned around and nothing was there!"

"How's that better!?" Troy shrieked, moving away from her, to button his shirt again.

"Well, she obviously knew what we were doing!" Sharpay said, "And it would have been extremely embarrassing if you didn't have a single reaction to that!"

Troy looked at her, not knowing what to reply, "Really?" he just asked.

"Sure Troy," Sharpay said, picking up her white top. Their moment was kinda ruined, "It's really okay, she doesn't mind."

Troy breathed out a loud sigh and sat down on the bed, "But still… I can't believe my first meeting with your mom was like this! And with your boyfriend downstairs!"

Sharpay giggled, "It's okay, I think I'll have to go to his house and talk to him."

"I'll just go home then." Troy said.

Sharpay nodded and got her purse together. They went downstairs together, Troy glad that they didn't run into her mom again. Sharpay picked out a pair of white stilettos, and slipped them on, while Troy took on his snickers.

When they stood outside, Sharpay turned to him, "I'm sorry it was ruined. We'll talk tomorrow?"

"Sure," Troy smiled.

Sharpay bit her lip, but then she slowly leaned in and planted a sweet kiss.

On his cheek.

Okay, so how about that, eh? Did you like it? Or did you like it-not? Please leave a review and tell me. I hope it wasn't bad, because this is one of the scenes, I've had in my mind since I wrote the first chapter of this story, y'know, the scene with Mrs. Evans!? Heh, anyway, review me?

From Friends;

Rachel: (she leans over and kisses him on the cheek) Honey, I was wondering...

Ross: Hmm?

Rachel: Do you still have that, um, Navy uniform?

Ross: Nooo, I had to return it to the costume place.

Rachel: Hmm.

Ross: I think I have an old band uniform from high school.

Rachel: You remember not having sex in high school, right?

Lol, catch you later, k? Tootles, Stessa x3