Disclaimer; I don't own High School Musical. I don't own Jesse McCartney either, but that's a totally different matter, which has nothing to do with this.
Forbidden Beauty
Chapter 12.
It was Tuesday. That meant they had one last day to work on their project, because it was tomorrow they were all supposed to represent it.
Troy was a little nervous. He knew Sharpay had told him she had everything under control, but he didn't feel good, not knowing what he was going to say, or not having any notes. He had no idea what she'd planned!
But he had no intentions of coming to the class anyway. He had a special plan for Sharpay. He was determined to get an A in her class, so he had stayed up late last night to get an awesome idea, and he had finally gotten it.
So, he arrived at the school, a smirk hidden across his face. Oh, he couldn't wait to start his plan! He was talking to Zeke, Chad and Jason by his locker, waiting for the bell to ring. Gabriella, Taylor and Kelsi came up to them. Kelsi hugged Jason to death, and Taylor greeted Chad with a kiss.
They chatted for awhile about everything and nothing, but suddenly they could hear heels coming down the hall. They turned around to find Sharpay approaching them, holding on to a piece of clothing.
"Troy!" she yelled, storming up to him, "Are these yours?" she asked, holding a pair of… boxers in his face!?
"Uhm…" Troy awkwardly looked at his friends, a blush creeping into his features, "I don't think so Sharpay," he muttered, "Taking my underwear off in other people's home is not something I usually do."
"Oh well," Sharpay said, "My dad found them. They aren't his, and they aren't Ryan's. They're not Zeke's either. And they're definitely not Drew's! And I was thinking… what other boys have been in my house lately? And my mind came to you. Are you sure they aren't yours?"
Troy took the piece of clothing in his hands and looked at them. They did look awfully familiar, but… something didn't add up, "Where did he find them?" Troy asked, "Y'know, because usually I keep my boxers on when I visit you."
"I was thinking the same thing," Sharpay said, smirking at him, "But then I thought about the day we were in the pool, and I remember your boxers were wet, so you couldn't put them on again? Can these be them?"
Troy looked at the boxers, his brain working. What had he been wearing that day… it was definitely something darkish, "Uhm… possibly. It could be."
"Then fine!" Sharpay said, "Mystery is settled. By the way," she winked at him, pointing at the boxers; "Superman?"
"It was a gift!" Troy shrieked, stuffing the boxers into his locker, ignoring the looks he was getting from his friends and Gabriella. They were curios, but also… hurtful.
"Nice taking to y'all!" Sharpay said, continuing her path down the hall.
Troy turned to look at his mates, "Wow," he muttered, "She even washed them for me!"
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Sharpay shifted back in her seat, trying to catch a glimpse of the door. Why wasn't Troy there yet? Was he skipping class on purpose, or didn't something really happen? Why couldn't he at least text her about it?
She hated to admit it, but she was getting seriously worried for him. Mr. Spencer had told her, she could wait 10 minutes, but if Troy hadn't showed up by then, she'd have to go find him, wherever he might be.
She didn't really want to go around the school, playing hide and seek with Troy, but if he didn't show up, she had no other options. That boy was really unbelievable! He could annoy her so much at times, that she wanted to rip his head off!
Mr. Spencer gave her a nod, and she unwillingly stood up and left the classroom, in no hurry whatsoever. She didn't really want to find Troy, though she would be happy to blow up at him, because of his not-being-there. But on the other hand… She really didn't want to get mad at him. She knew she had to though – she wasn't the Ice Princess for nothing, right?
The first place she looked was the library. She didn't find him there, the only thing she got was awkward looks, and people's giggling, because they hadn't expected the Ice Princess to be in the library.
She continued to the gym, but he wasn't there either. The only thing she found was a gym class, and no thank you; she didn't want to participate! She quickly closed the door, and ended up in the hallway by herself. Where could that little sex-afraid, but seriously good-looking jock be hiding?
And why was he doing this to her? When she thought about it, she believed it was on purpose. If Troy had gotten hurt, the school would know about it by now, and he was probably teasing her.
The question was why…
She went down the hall, completely in her own thoughts of Troy and his whereabouts, when somebody grabbed her by the arm, and pulled her into a changing room. She wanted to scream, but before she could even get a sound out, the door was smacked close, and she felt a pair of lips on top of hers.
Everything was dark, but she could feel her back being pushed against a wall, and she immediately knew it was Troy. She recognized his soft, yet strong kiss – just the way she'd taught him. She relaxed and got into it.
He took a hold of her arms with his right hand, and held them above her head, his left hand was roaming her body, touching all her intimate places. She could feel him brushing her breasts and further down, his hand slipped under her skirt, and she could feel his fingers getting dangerously close to her personal area.
She let his lips smother hers, while she fought for her hands to get free from his grab. She wanted to feel his body as much as he was feeling hers, but apparently he had other plans. Every time she fought against him, he only tightened his grip.
His tongue parted her lips, and soon they were having one of their famous fights, but this time, it was mostly in Sharpay's mouth, since Troy was taking control. She let him though, because she suspected that he had something planned with all this.
His mouth left hers, and his lips started harassing her collarbone. His lips were so soft and gentle, that she couldn't even control herself, she let out a high, satisfied, God-I-am-enjoying-this-moan, and then she let out a whimper. She wanted more!
Troy finally released her hands, and she immediately went for his shirt, starting to unbutton it. They didn't even once stop think about this. They were in a public school and they were supposed to be in class right now, but it didn't cross their minds. They were so rapped up in their own little world, enjoying each other's presence and touches.
Troy knew he couldn't let it get too far though. What they had almost done yesterday, would be taking it way too far for a changing room. When she had his shirt open completely, he pulled away from her kiss, and placed his mouth by her ear. "Am I getting an A now?" he whispered.
Sharpay paused, and was silent for awhile, but then she started giggling madly, "Yeah, definitely. You've passed!"
"I thought I remembered you telling me you like spontaneous guys!" Troy said. He pulled away from her, and leaned against the wall beside her. Then he slid down it, pulling her with him. "Seriously? Am I ready to date now?"
"I could say no, and keep you to myself," Sharpay said, "But then I'd be lying. You've learned a lot, Troy, and I think you're ready. But most importantly you have to feel ready yourself."
"I do feel ready," Troy said, "I just don't know to what." he paused and turned his head to the side, looking right into her amazing brown eyes, "Promise me something?"
"What?"
"We'll still be friends? I don't want to stop hanging out with you, Sharpay. Because as weird as it sounds, I enjoy your company very much."
"Which part?" she teased, "The bath or the blowjob?"
"Urgh!" Troy said, "Do you have to be like that?"
"Ow, admit it!" Sharpay argued, "I've gotten sweeter after you got to know me, right? Haven't I?"
"Yes," Troy said, truthfully nodding, "You have."
"Yeah, so I guess we've both learned something, right?" Sharpay asked. "You learn something from me, and I learn something from you. That was a pretty good thing, right?"
"It was pretty good," Troy admitted, "And tomorrow we'll finish our project, right? Represent it for the class?" he paused and focused on her slightly parted lips, "Are you sure you have everything under control?"
"Don't worry," Sharpay smiled, "I have."
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Troy looked at the phone, wondering if he should call her, or just pretend he had done it. His mom had asked him to ask Sharpay to dinner at 6 o'clock. She said she wanted to get to know this girl better, or something, but Troy couldn't understand why. It didn't make any sense.
So the thought of not calling her, and then telling his parents that she'd said no, was very tempting. But on the other hand… it would be nice to spend an evening with her. And he was sure she wouldn't mind either.
And he ended up calling her, he ended up inviting her for dinner, which she (surprisingly not) said yes to. Her parents were still at work, and Ryan was at a friend's.
That was why, she 15 minutes later, stood on his doorstep. He let her in, and she greeted him with a friendly hug. After all, their classes had officially ended that day, after they left the changing room. But he still found her just as tempting, and just as hot as before, but that was his problem. He'd have to deal with that. He was sure that she was relieved now that everything was over.
Dinner was at 6 o'clock, and the 4 of them sat down, enjoying Mrs. Bolton's pot-roast. Sharpay seemed to enjoy the meal, and she chatted happily with Mrs. Bolton about school, clothes and boys… Everything that occurred to her, she didn't even think that maybe his mom was not really that into clothes and fashion, but surprisingly his mom seemed to enjoy their conversation.
After dinner, they watched a movie together – all four of them, and when Sharpay was about to leave, she politely thanked for everything and acted all innocent and sweet.
When she was out of the house, Mrs. Bolton told Troy how much she liked Sharpay, and what a sweet girl she was, and that he should spend more time with her.
Troy just nodded his head, yes.
He knew all that.
Okay, so this chapter was originally longer, but I decided to cut it in half, so the other half is the next chapter. That chapter will therefore also be short, but the chapter after that should get an okay length to it. I don't know why I decided to cut it in two, it just seemed more right… Anyway, I'll be back as soon as possible!
A word from our Friends;
Rachel: Y'know what, I-I have to go talk to her, would you let me just get changed?
Ross: Okay. Sure. (Sits down on her bed.)
Rachel: Am I going to let you watch me undress?
Ross: (sitting up) No! (Exits.)
Hehe, remember to leave me a review, please? Tootles, Stessa ;p