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CHAPTER 3: GREEN

I wasn't sure if the feelings I had for this man were considered sinful or not. Were they even proper feelings? Or was I just trailing behind him like a puppy for no apparent reason? It seemed evident to me at first that if there were any feelings present, they were not lust. For lust was forbidden. Jesus gave a strong warning against the physically and emotionally powerful feeling.

I felt attraction for him but how I wish I didn't. As we casually strolled through the luscious and quiet green park I felt silently ashamed of myself as I walked beside him, shamelessly looking at him every few seconds.

"You okay?" I heard him say quietly, as if he were my therapist asking how my day went.

I didn't respond at first, enjoying the feeling of his eyes on me, sinfully trailing across my body.

"I'm fine."

Bolton chuckled a sound so deep and rich that I gulped in surprise. "Lies," he began, "No woman is this silent, walking around at near midnight with a stranger and is "fine" with it, Gabriella."

I smiled softly, "You wouldn't understand."

He smiled back and took one of my hands into his; leading me to a nearby bench under a green tree that looked almost black in the non-existent light , "Try me."

It was such a welcoming phrase. I wanted to tell him what I was feeling but he had this "bad boy" aura surrounding him. As if he'd mock me, or not relate to my situation. He didn't look like he went to Bible classes, or go church every Sunday or have a nightly prayer that he'd make. He probably didn't say grace before his meal, or have intense intellectual conversations with his mom about Virgin Mary. He more likely wasn't a virgin himself!

"I'm a Christian." I stated simply and watched analytically as he slowly nodded his head before shaking it just as slowly.

"And…?" He questioned, taking both of my hands.

I retracted. "And this is sin. Bolton, I go to Church on Sunday. I love the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. I've kissed a guy once in my life and it felt so wrong. I love it when people say grace before they eat because it makes me happy. The Virgin Mary is my female role model and I make a point to never swear."

"Wow." He said, a grin on his face, "That, beautiful, is very admirable."

I took a deep breath and looked into his beautiful eyes, the bright blue contrasting against the various shades of green in the park, whispering thanks.

"Fuck." I heard him say, him still grinning and my eyes narrowing.

"Excuse me?" I gasp.

"Fuck." He said again, and all I wanted to do was slap the smug grin off his face.

"What are you…?" I didn't finish my sentence before standing up to leave, but that didn't stop him from gripping my waist and pulling me down onto his lap. His dirty lips moving towards my ear again and whispering for third time, "Fuck."

And damn, I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it.

"Say it," I heard him whisper again, his hands gripping at my waist tighter, but still affectionate.

I shook my head, "No."

"Fuck."

"No."

"Fuck."

"Bolton. Seriously, no." I said, attempting to move his hands from my waist, but there was no denying I loved the feel of his hands there. I felt safe.

"Troy."

It baffled me that he had just said one word other than that which was a swear word. I turned around slightly to look at him, his eyes boring into mine. I whispered a simple "huh" and watched as a small smirk appeared on his lips.

"Troy." He said as his grip on me began loosening up and his legs starting to move up and down, jiggling me in his lap a little, "Troy Bolton. It's my actual name. Bolton just has more of a vibe to it, though."

"Troy." I repeated slowly and watched as he nodded. His entire body stilled and almost instantaneously both of our bodies relaxed and I found myself leaning ever so slightly into his muscular body, "Troy."

We sat silently for a few minutes; taking in our surroundings, in front of us was another bench, this one decorated in emerald vines and jade moss. It looked beautiful and romantic, like something out of a fairytale. A story in which the princess sees the prince talking to another eligible bachelorette and turns green with envy, the prince sees her and later leads her to a mossy bench, proclaiming his love for her.

"You're a good girl, huh?" I heard him ask, "Never done anything naughty, ever?"

I pondered on that question for a second, "I stole a pen from a clerk's desk once," I responded, watching carefully as he bit his lip in a very cute yet very sensual way, before a huge beam appeared.

"You stole, and I use that term very lightly, a pen, of all things, from a clerk's desk, of all places?"

"Yes, and then I went to Church the next day to repent."

We were silent again, until his pestering began, "So, if you swear, just once, could you not just go to Church tomorrow and repent or…?" He left the questioning statement open for me to finish.

"…Or not. It doesn't work that way." I said, mumbling "Not that you'd know" under my breath. But it seems he heard as he repeated, loudly, after me.

"Not that I'd know…"

It wasn't my intention to come across as rude, then again, I never intended to go to a vibrantly, and surprisingly, green park in the middle of the night. I didn't mean to challenge him, but much to my shock, he took it as one of a kind.

"Then teach me a little." A paused moment passed as I looked at him as if he were a crazy homeless man betting a million dollars that he didn't have, "You teach me a little about being good, and sweet and Jesus-loving and I'll teach you a bit about my lifestyle, which isn't bad in general but comparison to you, I might as well be living in hell already!"

Just as I was about to respond, in neither a positive nor a negative way, my phone buzzed, a welcomed reminder that I had a home to go to, and parents who thought I was innocent.

"I-I-I have to go." I muttered standing from his lap, and this time he let me, as if he understood my situation.

"Hold on," he said, almost desperately, as he retrieved a pen from his back pocket and grabbed hold of my arm, firmly but gently at the same time. I watched silently as he neatly wrote a series of digits on my forearm, "Stay in touch, Gabriella. Don't be a stranger," he finished.

I nodded, "Bye Troy," and turned around to walk away.

Once out of the park I stared down at my arm where his cell phone number was written in bold green ink.

I was in so much trouble with myself.

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