The cool February winds of New York hit Gabriella's face as she stood on her balcony staring off into the waves. She and her family were visiting the Hamptons for Spring Break and with it being day three she wasn't enjoying herself as she knew she should. People at school whispered and stared at her in the halls which she expected of course, her parents had gone overblown with the whole idea of her getting married and quickly started planning everything. Gabriella honestly wanted nothing to do with the planning. As she said; "You guys want this wedding, you plan it." She and Troy hadn't said nothing, but simple hello's to each other when they went over to each others houses for "family" get togethers. She heard that Troy, being Troy had slept with a couple girls through the time that they were "engaged." Part of her was hurt while the other was just blank. She was starting to just understand the whole arranged marriage thing although she didn't agree with it, but she knew there was no way out so why not just make the best out of it?

"Gabi, I'm going to need you to be ready by 2:30 this afternoon if we're going to meet the Bolton's for a late lunch on time." Sonia said, walking into Gabriella's beige colored room.

Gabriella sighed and walked back into the room still in her Pink Panther pyjama's. "I'm really tired today, mom. Can I skip this lunch? It could be an early birthday present." she said, plopping down on the gold comforter. Her birthday was in one week exactly.

Sonia shook her head. "Come on, Gabs. It'll be fun."

"Mom, that's what you say every time during these little rendezvous. I really just wanna pass this time. Plus, I haven't gone to the beach the whole time we've been here in the Hamptons so I wanna just go chill there." the brunette beauty said, snuggling into her pillow.

Sonia thought for a moment before sighing. "Fine, Gabi. If you are going to the beach than I want you home before this evening or atleast call me, deal? I'm trusting you."

Gabriella smiled brightly. "Gotcha."

"The beach." Gabriella answered simply as she talked to Taylor on the phone.

Taylor sighed on the other end. "You are so lucky. Me, my folks and Chad and his family don't head over there 'till Summer."

"Yeah, well I wish you guys were here with me." She layed her towel and sun screen on her rented cabana that over looked the Long Island ocean. "It'd be way better." she said, sitting on the soft fabricated bed-like chair. Peach fabric drabed the steel cabana frames. A flat-screen TV layed in the corner of the Cabana, ceiling fans circled slowly and a changing room rested in the back.

"When are you coming home again?" Taylor asked.

Gabriella let out a soft groan. "Four full days." She looked at the ocean through the people walking past her cabana either laughing or sipping some type of fruity drink.

Taylor smacked her lips. "Well, hey least you're with a bunch of hot guys."

"You mean, old and wrinkly guy's. I need to be at a Californian beach or something." Gabriella sighed slipping her red flip-flops off her black painted feet. A simple black and white stripped halter bikini with red ties on the side of the bikini's bottom covered her petite tan body. At the moment she had a red loose fitting cover on that layed off one of her shoulders. She layed back on the chair and let out a loud breath. "Tay, can I call you later?" she asked.

"Sure. I might be at the movies with Chad though so sorry if I don't answer."

"Alright. See ya."

"Bye."

Gabriella clicked the end button of her cellphone, a Sidekick LX and closed her eyes, enjoying the sounds of the quiet waves hitting the ocean bank.

Troy played with his food as he sat with his parents and the Montez' at "D?euner" a popular Hampton breakfast club meaning Dinner in French. "Mom, when will this be over?" he asked, while his dad and the Montez' laughed about something.

"Soon, Troy. Where do you need to be?" Bethany asked.

He rolled his eyes. "I've been hanging out with you four for the past hour or this past time we've been here in the Hamptons. Can I go and just hang out?"

Bethany narrowed her eyes at her son and looked toward the three who were chatting about something. "Ok, but Troy I'm trusting you not to do anything stupid ok?"

"Thanks, mom." he said, showing off his perfect white teeth before walking quickly out of the restaurant.

Jack stared at his son walking out. "Where's he going?" he asked.

"Just to go hang out. I think he deserved to spend a little time on this trip to himself." Bethany shrugged, while sipping her broccoli and Cheddar soup.

Sonia nodded. "Yeah, I let Gabriella have some time to herself as well. She's been acting different lately. More independent."
she said, confused slightly.

Christopher rolled his eyes and sipped his coffee without saying a word.

"Troy's been acting the same way. I still think it's the marriage thing. I don't know if they want to just seem more independent since they're getting married soon."

Jack placed a hand on his wife's hand gently. "Let's not talk about this now. Let's enjoy the rest of the day. Those two kids are teenagers. If they want to have some time to themselves let them."

Bethany sighed and nodded, feeling a slight relief.

"I can't believe you're getting married." Demi Whaler said, holding up Gabriella's left hand. The two went to elementary school together in Albuquerque until Demi moved away to Laguna Beach, California due to her father's new job.

Gabriella smiled weakly and gently slid her hand out of her old friend's hand. "Yeah, it's kind of a long story." she sighed.
"What's up with you?"

Demi flipped her dirty blonde hair back and adjusted her strapless bikini top up. "Well, I'm still living in Laguna Beach. It is awesome out there. Oh my god, in April 'cause I know Albuquerque high schools get off for a week due to the younger grades testing you should come out there."

"Um," Gabriella said, biting her lip. "I'm getting married the second week of April. You should just come to the wedding."

A small squeal escaped Demi's lips while she pulled the brunette into a hug. "I will so be there. Just send me an invitation."

Gabriella nodded and smiled. Her and Demi stayed in contact, but weren't that in touch. "What else is up with you?" Gabriella asked, while the two sat on an all yellow colored large towel in the sand, close enough for the water to touch the tip of their toes.

"Well, I have a boyfriend. His name is Joshua. He's amazing. Only like two more months until graduation so I've decided that when I get back to California I'm gonna apply to UCLA, USC or ASU. Tell me more about you."

"As you can tell, I'm getting married. School's good. You picked the same schools that I'm gonna apply too and yeah, that's just about it." Gabriella said, while pulling her wavy hair into a high ponytail.

Demi smiled. "Tell me about your fiancee."

Gabriella pursed her lips together and let out a breath. "Well, his name is Troy. He's 18 years-old, blue eyes, brown shaggy hair, tall, tan and very well built. The wedding wasn't our choice though."

Confusion washed over Demi's face. "Huh?"

"You see both our parents being very wealthy as you can assume and well they decided to fixate an arranged marriage."

Demi stared at her with a blank face. "So, you and this guy Troy are having an arranged marriage? Like the 15th century stuff?"

Gabriella nodded. "Don't ask me why."

"Are you even the bit excited?" Demi asked hesitantly.

"I don't know. Now, I'm just going along with it, but I'm still pretty upset. It's like do you ever wonder what life will be like when you're older and stuff?"

Demi nodded.

"Well, I just feel like I'll never get to wonder. Apparently, everything's already planned out for me. I always liked the idea of going out on my own, getting to choose what I'm going to do for a job, who am I going to marry and that kind of stuff. Now though, I don't have to do anything. I can just watch the sun go up and down because accordingly I have no control for my life. I'll be Mrs. Bolton."

"Woah." Demi breathed, slipping her large white "bug-eyed" glasses on top of her head. "That sucks, but hey I give you kudos for not going into a mental breakdown over it."

Gabriella laughed softly. "Yeah, I guess. I just want the whole thing over with though."

Demi smiled brightly. "It will soon. All you have to do is just bring out the positive. Have fun with the situation. I mean, hey it's more money combined for you hun."

"Oh, yes." Gabriella chuckled.

"Well, take me to meet this Troy Bolton boy. How do I not remember him back in grade school?" Demi asked, while the two got up and began to walk toward all the cabanas, bars and the large beach house that everyone joined in.

Gabriella shrugged. "He's originally from San Louis Obispo."

"Ooh, a surfer guy most likely eh? You're in luck, Gabs."

"Yeah, I will admit he is gorgeous."

Demi nudged her friend. "See something positive out of it. A gorgeous husband which equals hot babies." She paused and gasped for a moment. "How are Sharpay, Taylor and Kelsi? Oh my god, I haven't spoken to them since I moved at 11."

Gabriella smiled. "They're good. Taylor's dating Chad Danforth, Sharpay's with Zeke Baylor and Kelsi's with Jason Cross."

"Woah, so they're all dating the little well-known rich boys, I see. I can't wait to see them at your, um festivities shall I say."

"Yeppers. Me and you totally need to stay in contact more often Dem. I miss you. Remember when we were 9 years-old and when we came to the Hamptons and snuck a bottle of champagne out of the Wilshire party?"

Demi laughed. "We were such naughty girls back then. I feel so old, now though. About to be 18 years-old. Damn."

"I know." Gabriella sighed. She narrowed her eyes toward a familiar looking head she saw in the crowd of girls and guy's gathered around. She took Demi's hand into her's and dragged her. "Come on."

"What?" Demi asked, confused.

The two stood in the back of the crowd for a moment. "Excuse me." Gabriella muttered while dragging the two through the crowd. "Troy?" she breathed as she came into contact with him and a red-head girl making out. "What is this?" she asked, out loud as he didn't hear her.

"Making out contest. It's to see which team aka couple can hold their breaths the longest while making out." a random guy said, while intensively watching the two teams.

"That's Troy?" Demi asked, loudly causing Troy to break apart and turn to the two girls.

Gabriella shook her head as she saw Troy's face turn into a pleading one. "Let's go." she said, turning away from the crowd with Demi still in toe.

"That was Troy?" Demi asked, again as they reached Gabriella's cabana.

Quiet sobs escaped from Gabriella's mouth as she sat on the bed-like chair with her face in her hands.

"I'm guessing that's a yes." the dirty blonde muttered. She sat next to Gabriella and wrapped her arms around her. "Are you ok?" she asked hesitantly.

"He's been doing this crap for a while now. It's not so much in a sense that I care, but I'd like to be cared enough that I would actually be respected especially if I'm marrying him." Gabriella sobbed.

Demi bit her lip. "It's ok, Gabs." She'd never really been anyone to comfort anyone.

Gabriella sniffled and wipped away her tears. "I feel so dumb right now."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Crying over a boy who I've cried many times over."

Demi looked up confused. "Huh?"

Gabriella let out a chuckle and wiped the mascara that was running down her face. "Me and Troy used to date back in Sophomore and Junior years. Then we just couldn't decide what was right and wrong so we broke up." she said, shrugging.

"I'm sorry Gabs. I'm sorry if I sound really nervous right now, but I don't know, I've never really had to comfort anyone."

"It's ok." Gabriella said, smiling weakly. Both heads turned toward the curtain as it opened a bit more allowing more sun to get in. Troy. He was panting slightly as though he was running. "How many cabana's are there?" he said out loud to himself.

Demi held up a thumb. "Play it cool." she whispered, before hugging her friend. "Call me later so we can go to dinner tonight." She sat up and smiled to Troy. "Hi, I'm Demi." she introduced herself.

"Uh, hey." Troy said.

"I just wanted to say that Gabriella's been my friend for a long time. Next time you make her cry I'll cut your penis off, you got that?" she said, glaring slightly at him.

He turned a slow pale color. He nodded slightly.

She continued to glare at him and waved to Gabriella. "Bye!" She walked out of the cabana and shut the curtain all the way wanting to give them some alone time.

Troy slowly sauntered over to Gabriella and sighed. "Hi."

Gabriella glared at him and stayed silent.

"Silent treatment, eh? That's mature." he said, pulling his board shorts up.

She continued to glare at him while crossing her arms against her chest.

He sat next to her. "Listen, I know you're really pissed off right now, but I just want to say that I'm sorry if I hurt you."
he said, quickly.

She pursed her lips together trying to stop herself from saying anything.

"What you saw out there wasn't anything seriously. Just a little game."

"A game?!" Gabriella yelled, standing up.

"And so it begins." Troy muttered.

"A game? Troy, this has been going on for weeks now! All I keep hearing is stuff about you going behind my back and hooking up with girls!" she yelled, pacing.

Troy sighed. "Why do you care Montez? All I've been hearing from these weeks from you is 'blah, blah, blah I don't wanna get married'. So you know what? I thought 'Hey, it's not like she would care' and so I just went and hooked up with a few girls. I don't regret it. You should choose your words carefully next time." he said, angrily.

Gabriella looked at him and laughed sarcastically. "Ok, so I hear you say 'Darnit, I hate hotdogs' so I just go and eat a hotdog 'cause it's not like you would care!" she yelled.

He looked at her as if she was crazy. "How can you compare a fucking hot dog to hooking up with chicks?"

"I don't know, but I made my point didn't I?"

"There you go. Always having to make everything your way. Damn, you're conceited." he said, shaking his head.

Gabriella gasped. "Me concieted? Oh, sorry Bolton, but you should really look in the mirror."

"Trust me I do Montez and all I see is a guy who has to get married to some crazy chick!" he yelled.

"Now I'm crazy?" she yelled.

He walked over to an angry Gabriella and let out a loud sigh before capturing her lips to his own fiercely. He backed her up to the couch, making it so she was under him. He continued to kiss her passionately while running his hands up her thighs, hiking her cover-up showing off her bikini bottoms, leaving nothing to the imagination.

She let out a soft,low moan as she felt his cold hands running up and down her thighs. She cupped his face and slid her tongue along his lips allowing her tongue to slip into his warm mouth. She lifted her top half of her body up slightly, getting more into the passionate kiss while running one hand through his locks. She rested her back, back down on the soft couch and gripped the bottom of his wife beater while lifting it up, over his head.

He ran his hands up her body, lifting her cover up. He threw it across the very small room and lifted her petite body into his lap allowing her to straddle him. The two bodies met creating warmth between both. He cupped her face bringing her lips back down to his.

"Troy." she breathed, breaking from the kiss. She stared into his blue, lustful eyes for moment thinking about how once again for what seemed to be for the hundredth time she was in his arms after a heated fight. A small smile cracked from the corner of her lips. She leaned back into the kiss and rested her hands against his bare chest. Like always soon their tongues were playfully fighting in one another's mouth. She shivered as Troy's hands ran along her sides to her back where he began to play with the tie of her bikini top. A flush crept to her cheeks while he untied the back of her bikini making it so it barely stayed on. She shook her head as he tried to push her arms away from covering her chest.

He sighed and wrapped his arms around her waist. "What's wrong?" he whispered while nuzzling his face in the croke of her neck where he began to plant kisses along it.

"There's people outside." Gabriella muttered, starting to shiver. Her and Troy had never gone past making out.

"So?" he shrugged while lifting her bikini top up. He stared at her in awe.

Gabriella pulled his face back up to her's and kissed him roughly.

Troy broke apart quickly and began to kiss down her jawline, neck and to chest. He planted a kiss on her lips reassuringly before going back down to her chest where he took one of her nipples in it his mouth causing a long sigh to erupt from Gabriella's lips.

"Troy.." Gabriella sighed in pleasure. She gripped Troy's head bringing him closer as she moaned softly. She lightly threw her head back a bit as he began to suck and nip at the nub. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, remembering that the only thing blocking them and the public was curtains. One side of her was telling her to end this now while the other was saying to enjoy it. She'd normally would've stopped it at him giving her a slight hickey, but it was as though her mind was drunk.

Troy moved his mouth to her other breast giving it the same attention as the he'd gave the other. Her soft, quiet moans made him want her even more. He was actually surprised that she'd let it get this far giving the fact that it was Gabriella. His lips soon left her breast and he kissed his way back to her lips, capturing the two in a zealous kiss.

Gabriella wrapped her arms around his neck bringing the two closer. Bare chest to bare chest. She ran his soft hair through her finger's while their tongue's battled against each other. She whimpered as Troy broke the kiss and rested her on her back.

His fingers flowed through her long mass of waves in her hair while his finger's slowly danced down her tan body still kissing her softly.

Gabriella sucked in a breath as his fingers reached alarmingly close to the front of her bikini bottom. She broke from the kiss quickly. "Troy don't." she breathed while her fingers ran down his chest.

"Just relax." he whispered.

She nodded hesitantly and waited nervously as he pushed the fabric of her bikini bottoms out of the way. 'You're about to go to third base with Troy Bolton. Oh god' she thought. A moan barely audible escaped her lips as he began to rub her folds. Her mind was screaming as his finger continued to massage her. She looked up to the ceiling and let out a breath, feeling the brisk fan circling the cabana. Her body began to grow hot from anticipation, nervousness and just the feeling of pleasure. She gasped and bit her lip as the feeling of pleasure and pain mixed together when Troy slowly entered one finger inside of her. "Oh god"
she whispered.

He buried his face in the crock of her neck and planted a kiss there. "You have to be quiet Montez." he whispered, while still pumping his finger in and out of her.

She clinged onto his shoulders and pursed her lips together to stop a moan from erupted out of her lips as only the feeling of pleasure took over. "Troy." she cried softly. She couldn't believe the sensations that were taking over her. She felt as though she was on cloud nine. She slowly began to buck her hips in rhythm with his finger.

He brought his face to hers and kissed her passionately. He added another finger causing Gabriella to moan into his mouth.

"Troy." she said, breaking off from the kiss and arching her bed off the couch. She moaned when he added a third finger.
She felt her hair become slightly damp as a little sweat began to cover the crease of her hairline/forehead. She felt herself coming to an edge as she continued to buck her hips allowing his finger to meet her more perfectly. She felt her stomach turn almost like going down a drop on a roller coaster or free fall if she could explain it in words. Her breathing became rigid, she felt herself grow hot, a bright flush captured her lips. "Oh god!" she moaned loudly. She rested her hips down, panting and closing her eyes while feeling like she was in heaven.

Troy smirked and licked his lips. He pulled his fingers out of her slowly to see them covered in her juices. He licked them up slowly before hovering over his "fiancee" and kissing her softly.

Gabriella sighed and closed her eyes for a moment. She felt weird. Not in a bad way, but in an sensual way.

"Is anyone in there? It's 5:30 in the evening past the rental time of this cabana." a soft, middle-aged voice said from outside.

Both jumped up quickly. Gabriella groaned and moved her arm over her chest covering her bare breast. "Where's my bikini top?" she hissed, looking around the small room.

Troy threw it at her and slipped his wife beater on. He slipped his flip-flops on and slid Gabriella's to her's. He sighed and looked at her blankly as she finished tieing the halter top on.

There was a silence as she pulled her hair into a high ponytail and slipped her cover back on, only having half of it falling off her shoulder. She grabbed her towel, cellphone and the key to their rental Beach condo. She turned to Troy and stared at him for a moment hesitantly. "Bye." she said, softly before disappearing through the curtains.

"Woah." he muttered, while running a hand through his hair.

"Let me get this straight. You went to third base with Troy Bolton?" Sharpay said, trying to keep her cool on the phone.

Gabriella sighed and slipped her black flats onto her feet. "Yeah." she muttered.

"So he fingered you?" Sharpay giggled on the other line.

"Yeah." Gabriella said, chewing on her bottom lip. She felt herself blush, just even thinking about it.

Sharpay sighed. "Wow, Gabs. I can't believe it." she said, amused. "Did it feel good?"

Gabriella gasped. "Sharpay!"

"What? Just asking. I mean, Gabs you kinda owe me giving the fact that I told you when I had my first orgasm."

"It's not like I wanted to hear it." Gabriella said, lotioning her legs with one hand.

Sharpay rolled her eyes. "Come on just tell me. I mean, I've known you since 4th grade. How did it feel? Did you like it?"

Gabriella stayed silent for a moment trying to think about it again. "It was interesting." she said, quickly. A small silent smile spread across her face as it hit her once again.

"Oh god, just intresting? You mean to tell me that Troy Bolton isn't as good as everyone says he is in the sexual department." A low groan came from the hasty blonde as she dropped her cellphone, but quickly picked it up.

"No, no, he's was good, but I don't know. It was my first one I don't know how it's supposed to feel." Gabriella admitted sheepishly.

"I hear it feels like the drop on like a free fall or something so like that's why women scream because they do on those rides. Get it? But with me and Zeke it just feels like wow that was fun. You know what I'm saying?" Sharpay said inspecting her hot pink nails on the other line.

Gabriella laughed softly at her friend. "You really are crazy Shar. Did I tell you how I met up with Demi today?" she asked.

Sharpay gasped. "Demi Whaler?"

"Yep."

"Oh my god." Sharpay squealed. "How is she?"

"She's good. She's picking all the same colleges that we're going to. She has a boyfriend named Joshua and yeah, she's good." Gabriella said, inspecting herself in the mirror. She and Demi ended up having to reschedule their dinner to tomorrow night due to her parents and the Bolton's wanting to all have dinner tonight.

Sharpay sighed. "Aw, well I'm sure I'll be seeing her at your um, festivities." she laughed. "Well, hun I have to go. My parents are finally ready. We have to go to this charity tonight. Ugh." she groaned.

Gabriella nodded. "Alright, I'll talk to you tomorrow?"

"Duh. Now, remember if you're gonna have anymore fun with Bolton make sure there's protection, m'kay?"

"Goodbye Sharpay." Gabriella laughed.

"Toodles."

Gabriella shut her phone and slipped it into her black Balengicia bag. She stared at herself in the mirror for a moment. A black eyelet dress rested up to the middle of her thighs and a pair of black Chanel flats covered her feet. "As good as it's gonna get." she said, pulling her hair out of it's ponytail making all of her waves settle down her back. She clutched onto her purse and walked out of her room to her car waiting outside. "3rd street please." she told her driver. About 10 minutes passed until they arrived at the ocean front Italian restaurant that was fairly crowded. She stepped out of the car and walked into the restaurant to see her parents and the Boltons, including Troy sitting at a booth in the back. "Hi." she smiled, while slipping next to her mom.

"Oh, hey sweetie. What took you so long?" Sonia asked, handing her daughter a menu.

"I was on the phone." Gabriella answered while seeing Troy eyeing her. She sighed and set her menu down. "I'll just take the spegatti."

Bethany stared at her soon to be daughter-in-law. "Gabriella what's that on your neck, dear?".

Gabriella looked down to see a medium sized purple, red-ish spot on her neck. She gasped and layed her hair over it. "It's nothing." she said, slightly glaring at Troy who was chuckling behind his menu.

Sonia lifted her daughter's hair. "It's definitely something."

Gabriella laughed nervously and put her hair back over it. "Let's talk about something else!" she said, smiling farcly. "Like mom, I can't believe that Scarlett Johanson wants to wear your design!" She completely zoomed her mother out as she started talking about it. She stared at Troy as he mouthed 'Let's go' to her. She shook her head.

'Come on.' he mouthed, moving his head. He turned to his parents. "Mom, dad I'll be at the restroom real quick. I think I ate just a bit to much."

Gabriella made a disgusted face.

"Okay, sweetie." Bethany said, patting his shoulder lightly.

He smiled and nodded before giving Gabriella a look and walking away.

"Mom, my phone is vibrating meaning Sharpay's calling. Her and Zeke are having a real hard time and she's been a wreck can I please step aside to take it." Gabriella lied.

"Of course. I hope everything is okay with them." Sonia said, concerned and completely gullible.

Gabriella smiled and nodded. "I know mom. So do I." She sat up and walked to the outside of the restaurant. She yelped as she felt someone grab her arm. "God, I hate when you do that." she muttered as she came face to face with Troy. The two were behind a large, green bush.

"So, gorgeous I just really wanted to compliment you on your little show today. I can't belive you let it go as far as you did."
Troy said, smirking. He tucked his hands into his pockets and looked at her through his shaggy bangs.

"Trust me Bolton it won't happen again. That was completely unacceptable." Gabriella said, shaking her head.

Troy chuckled. "Oh shut it Montez. You so enjoyed it."

Gabriella stayed silent and looked around. "I was just doing it to make you think I enjoyed it. I'm still mad at you."

"Why? Because I screwed some other chicks?"

She hit his shoulder lightly. "Real nice Troy. You are unbelievable."

He smiled and kissed her softly. "Well, I'm done at the restroom. I'll see you inside gorgeous." He walked away proudly.

Gabriella stared at him as he walked away. She brought her hand to her lips and sighed. Butterflies ran through her stomach. She bit her lip and leaned her head against the brick restaurant. "Oh my god." she whispered.

A/N: Sorry for the long wait. With school, dance and soccer I've been really busy. I skipped a little bit ahead but normal timing and such will come back into place. Thank you all so much for the reviews. Awesome, awesome. I don't know when I'll be able to update due to testing at school, but yeah I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I think it was just okay, haha. Please review. (: