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Chapter 7: Grand Central Station

"Are you sure you don't want to come Boo?" Sharpay asked for the billionth time.

"Yea, Pay." Gabi nodded, "Troy and I are going to chill here, we'll be fine." Gabi assured her best friend. Sharpay consented with a sigh of resignation as the door opened revealing Ryan, Miley, Zeke, Jason, Chad, Taylor, and Kelsi, all here to grab her before they left for dinner and dancing.

Once they were gone, Gabi settled on the sofa, leaning into Troy and sighing contentedly. "I love you." She murmured quietly.

"I love you too baby." Troy whispered. He leaned down and connected their lips in a sweet kiss that quickly turned into something more. He rolled them over so he was on top of Gabi. Sliding his hand under her tank top so he could caress her stomach gently.

Gabi's tongue slid gracefully over his bottom lip. Troy opened his mouth and accepted her tongue fully into his own. Her hands roamed from his hair and down to the hem of his t-shirt. Running her hands under it she traced his abs before she tossed it over his head, letting it land over the T.V.

When they pulled back for air, Troy's lips began attacking her neck, nipping and sucking as she let out a throaty moan, wrapping her legs securely around his waist. When he was satisfied that he'd left his mark me moved down, continuing his journey to the top of her cleavage. Just as he was about to slip the tank top off of her there was a knock at the door.

Troy and Gabriella groaned together, as she pushed him off of her. She stood up and brushed her hair back into place before opening the door. She groaned. "What do you want?" she asked harshly.

"Who is it babe?" Troy asked, coming up and wrapping his arms around her waist. "Carl." He acknowledged when he saw the person at the door.

Carl frowned, upset that Troy was present. Instead he held up his education book, "Wanna study?" he smiled down at the petite brunette.

Gabi let out a short laugh, "No thanks bye Carl." She shut the door in his face.

"Brilliant." Troy mumbled, "Now where were we?" he asked with a smile before slipping his tongue in her mouth and kissing her with as much passion as he could possibly muster.

Gabi groaned in response and began walking backwards until she legs hit the couch. Letting out a squeal she fell backwards, with Troy coming down on top of her. The door swung opened. "Fuck." Troy muttered pulling back again.

"He's downstairs." Sharpay screeched, "With friends!"

Gabi rolled her eyes and glanced at Troy, "We know, well that Carl was downstairs, he came upstairs and bothered us. Much like you guys did." Gabi groaned glancing at a VERY aggravated Troy.

"Someone should call the cops, this is stalking." Zeke muttered, ignoring the end of Gabi's comment.

"Then you do it dude." Chad muttered, tossing a glance at Taylor.

"What happened? Why are you guys back so soon, didn't you like just leave?" Gabi asked annoyed.

"Yeah, but some people," Miley threw an angry glance at Ryan and the other guys, "couldn't stop complaining so it was no fun."

"Look we didn't want to go." Chad gestured at himself, Zeke, Ryan, and Jason, "HE" Chad pointed at Troy, "wanted to go!"

"Well sorry for not going, but why would I go if Ella wasn't?" Troy asked with arched brows.

"While that is a good point Captain," Zeke began looking over at Sharpay with a tired expression, "we didn't agree to go you did."

"Let the record show," Taylor began seriously

"Great the record is showing." Chad mumbled.

"As I was saying," Taylor glared at her boyfriend, "Let the record show that while Troy was the first to agree, you all relented and therefore I should be dancing right this instant."

"Relented?" Jason asked.

"Agreed." Kelsi clarified. Jason nodded his head in understanding before frowning.

"Why is Taylor ALWAYS right?" he whined

"Because I'm Taylor." Taylor explained as she sat down with her freshly made cup of coffee.

"Okay what if we take you lovely ladies out tomorrow night?" Troy asked trying to make the peace.

"Well what if we don't wanna go?" Chad complained.

"Dude just be the good boyfriend and take her dancing tomorrow night." Troy shook his head as Gabi soothingly rubbed his back. "They fight like an old married couple." He muttered.

"Heard that." Taylor and Chad chorused.

"Of course you did." Troy grumbled into Gabi's hair, "So much for our night."

Gabi patted his shoulder sympathetically, "Believe me I know." She giggled. There was yet another knock at the door. "What on earth is up with that door?" she asked shaking her head, "This hallway must be Grand Central Station." She muttered as she opened the door only to sigh, "What?"

"Come on, you know you want it." It was Carl yet again.

"No I don't, but I'll tell you what I want. I want you to leave before I call the police." She slammed the door in his face and the room erupted in cheers that went unnoticed by Gabi as she stormed into her room, shutting the door deftly behind her.

Troy quietly opened the door, "Babe?"

Gabi looked up from her place on the floor in the corner, "Hey."

"Look, I sent Zeke and Chad downstairs, if any of them are still there I'm calling the police, and Jordan, this is stalking and I don't want that to happen to you all over again." Gabi nodded and laid her head on his chest, listening to his heart's steady beat.

The door quietly opened revealing an aggravated Zeke. "There still in the lobby."

Troy nodded and stood up, taking Gabi with him. Walking into the living room, he grabbed his cell phone and dialed the LAPD office. After arguing for a few minutes with the duty officer about coming down, a squad car was finally sent.

Officer Kevin Harris walked through the lobby of the apartment building and saw five guys sprawled around the room, they all looked like they belonged though. Shaking his head he walked upstairs and knocked on the appropriate door. When he was admitted he took out his pencil and a pad of paper before asking for a statement.

Looking around the room he noted that they were all college students and that four of the five guys were starters for UCLA. Deciding to take this seriously Officer Harris began, "What seems to be the problem."

Review! Okay I know it's short and I apologize, but I left myself in a spot that I can update with easily (I know so cheap), but that will force me to update this story because I can do it without any grumbling about writer's block. You all have been so patient you deserve some sort of award. I love you!

Mollie XOXO