Sexy love

Girl the things you do (oh baby, baby)

Keep me sprung

Keep me running back to you (oh baby, I)

OoOo I love

Making love to you

Baby girl you know your my

Sexy love

Chad groaned and put his head between his hands. He picked it up and growled when he saw who it was.

"Bolton, I'm gonna kick your ass." Chad muttered into the phone.

"Seems like somebody had too much to drink last night." Troy sounded too cheerful.

"You had just as much to drink last night as I did. Why are you so happy so early?"

"First of all it's three in the afternoon. Second I might have done something with a certain someone." Chad could hear him grinning.

"Who?" The grin fell.

"Bree."

"What's her last name?"

"I…don't…know. And don't even think about laughing. I know for a fact that you have no idea who the girl sleeping in your bed next to you is." Chad turned still groaning.

"SHIT!" He exclaimed and once again grabbed his head. Beside him was the girl from last night. Just like before he couldn't see her face; it was covered by a curtain of hair. He looked closer, hoping she hadn't noticed his outburst. She was still asleep. "Troy, I gotta go." Chad hung up his phone, and placed it back on the table. Then he took five deep breaths in.

"Calm down Chad. Breath. Now, first. Who is she?" He looked over at her again. "Okay, I don't know. Alright, think. What happened?" Flaskbacks came to him. The first he remembered clearly. They were still at the club. The rest weren't as clear. There was one of them getting in the car. Another of her kissing his neck as he drove. Then one of them stumbling in the house and walking up the stairs. The last was them on his bed kissing, her on top unbuttoning her shirt. "Shit." He muttered again.

He slightly picked up the covers and peeked underneath. He was still in his boxers. She was wearing her skirt from before and a spotted lepord bra. Since losing his virginity at 15, Chad had never been known to sleep with a girl and wake up the next morning with both of them still wearing clothes. He breathed a sigh of relief and crept out of the bed. He then headed towards the Kitchen. He took a Starbucks Coffee from in the refrigerator and began to drink it, while deciding what to do.

Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong. Chad dragged his feet across the floor and towards the door. "Damnit Troy, not now." Chad said while opening the door and closing his eyes because of the sun.

"Troy? The last time I checked my name was Cara." Chad's eyes snapped open. Standing in front him was his mother, with grocery bags around her. In the distance he could see a car driving off. It had to be his dad. He looked back at his mother.

"Mom! He studdered. "What are you doing here?"

"I can't visit my son? Besides, you could use a good home cooked meal, you being a bachelor and all. Go put on your pants." She said while inviting herself in. "Get the other bags." Chad did as he was told and brought the rest of the bags into the kitchen. Then he ran up the stairs and stopped at his room.

He gently opened the door, and peeked in. She was still in there asleep. He guessed she had more to drink then he did. He crept over to his bedside table to get his phone. When he was about to pull his hand back, the girl turned so he could see her face. He gasped it was the girl he had met that day at on the sidewalk. All this time he had been looking for her and here she was just as beautiful as she had been then. He was about to shake her awake, when a yell from downstairs made him remember why he was up there in the first place.

"Chad! Chadders! Chaddy! Where are you?" He groaned at her pet names for him and flipped open his phone, pressing number 2 and pushing the call button. It was answered on the 4th ring.

"Yo." Troy answered.

"Troy. 911. Hot half-naked girl in bedroom. Mother cooking downstairs. Currently in boxers. Help!" He wishpered in one breath.

"I'm on my way." Then there was a dial tone on the other end of the phone. Chad sighed.

CHAD! GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE!" he grumbled as he trudged down the stairs. Too bad he hadn't stayed ten seconds more, because that's when Taylor's phone rang.

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I'm putting in homework

(Till I get to know you)

I'm putting in homework

(I'll study your every move)

I'm putting in homework

Till I know everything you like

I'm gonna push, gonna mash, gonna grind

I'm on the grind till I know it

I'm putting in homework

Taylor groaned and reached for her phone on the dresser. Her head felt like lead. "Hello?" She groaned into the phone. A frantic angry whisper was on the other line.

"Taylor Marie Ann McKessie! Where the hell are you? I've spent 2 hours, 2 hours, trying to find you in the club last night. And then I try to text you and you don't respond. What am I going to do if your parents call? You better be in the hospital or else I'm gonna put you there when I see you!" Taylor moved her hair from her face and sighed.

"Sorry Shar-"

"Oh don't you sorry Sharpay me!" Sharpay interrupted. "You have got to do better than that."

"I am sorry. I drank last night and now I've got a hangover." Taylor decided that she should make Sharpay feel sorry for her so that she might give her a break. It didn't work.

"Whatever. Look where are you?" Taylor was about to say her room when she actually looked around. Even in her current state, she could tell when she was somewhere she knew. She didn't recognize anything.

"This isn't my room." She muttered sitting up straight in the bed, now fully awake.

"What?" Sharpay asked.

"This isn't my bed." Taylor ran to the doors across the room and opened them. "This isn't my closet." She ran to the window. "That isn't my backyard." She ran to the door and opened it. She tiptoed on the carpet and leaned over the edge at the top of the stairs and looked down at the floor. "This isn't my house."

"I knew that. What I don't know is where you are." Sharpay said. Taylor went back into the room.

"Shar that's it. I don't know where I am. I'm in some big mansion. What should I do?" Before Sharpay could answer, Taylor heard footsteps on the stairs, and were gradually getting louder. "Someone's coming. Gotta go." She snapped her phone shut.

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"Chad get the door." Cara said not taking her eyes off of cutting the carrots. Chad did as he was told praying it was Troy. It was.

"Dude I'm here, I'm here, I'm here! Where is she?" Troy was panting and his hair was sticking to his face as if he had just ran all the way over there. "Upstairs in my bedroom. Go see if she is awake and come back and tell me." Troy nodded and stepped into the house and headed for the stairs.

"Hello, Troy." Cara called from the kitchen.

"Hello Cara!" He called back. Chad sighed and headed back to the kitchen and Troy towards the door. He opened it and was greeted by a half naked girl staring at him with wide eyes.

"Who are you?" She asked placing her hands on her hips. Troy leaned against the doorframe.

"Anyone you want me to be." Taylor rolled her eyes.

"Don't even try that. I saw you last night with Gabriella." Troy looked confused.

"Who's Gabriella? I hung out with a Bree."

"Whatever. Look, I don't know who you are, so get out."

"Considering the fact that I'm not the one in my spotted bra and short skirt, I don't think you should be calling the shots." Taylor took this moment to look down. She screamed and grabbed a sheet from the bed to cover herself.

"What was that?" Cara said looking up. She had just put the pie in the oven. Chad didn't look up, but his heart skipped a beat.

"Probably the neighbors."

"Please do not scream."

"And why not?" Taylor said glaring at the guy in front of her.

"Because my best friend-the guy you met last night-mother is downstairs right now and finding a girl half-naked not even two weeks after he moved into his new house isn't going to be good for either of you." Taylor noticed the empty boxes in the room for the first time.

"So what am I supposed to do?" Taylor said through her clenched teeth.

"I suggest getting dressed. Look, I'll go get my friend right now. Just, don't leave." Troy said as he walked out the door. He went down the stairs two at a time. He then whispered something in Chad's ear, took the knife from Chad's hand and Chad walked towards the stairs.

"Bathroom." Chad asked his mother's unanswered question. He headed towards his room. He let out a sigh and opened the door.

"It's you!"

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Taylor sat down on the bed and put her head in her hands. 'why oh why did I drink last night?' she thought to herself. 'I should have done like Sharpay said and told them I was a driver.' She said thinking about the guys who had bought her a few rounds of shots. 'Why the hell did I listen to them?' Just then the door opened and she hoped off the bed preparing herself for the worst. What she saw shocked her.

"It's you!" She exclaimed. Staring dead at her, only feet away , was the guy who had invaded all of her thoughts. This was the guy who because of, her two best friends thought she was insane. This was who had saved her life. This was probably also the guy who she had met last night, she added after an afterthought. She felt her cheeks warm at the thought of what might have happened the night before. "You're the guy who saved my life." He looked down sheepishly and grinned.

"You remember me."

"You don't forget something like almost dying so easily." Chad rubbed the back of his neck.

"Not to be rude or anything…um…?"

"Oh. Taylor. Taylor McKessie." Taylor said realizing they didn't know each others names.

"Not to be rude or anything Taylor, but um, perhaps you want to put a shirt on?" For the second time, Taylor realized she wasn't wearing a top. This time she crossed her arms and looked for her shirt. She found it by the door. She turned from Chad and put on her shirt with shaking hands.

"Chad." She turned at the sound of his voice.

"What?"

"My name. Chad. Chad Danforth." Taylor nodded finally understanding. She then began to search for her shoes. As she bent down to look under the bed, It took all of Chad's willpower to not stare at her behind. He was glad when she straightened up again.

"Well it was nice seeing you again, but I have to go-"Taylor said as she started towards the door but Chad blocked her way.

"You can't go down there. My mom would pop a blood vessel if she saw you." Taylor sighed.

"Well, I kind of have to go home."

"I know, I know. Do you have any ideas?" Chad asked sitting down on his bed. Taylor hesitantly followed suit.

"Well before I answer that, I was just wondering. Well, um, what exactly happened last night?" She said burning a hole in the floor. Chad coughed.

"I don't…exactly remember…completely. I remember flashbacks." He could tell that Taylor was frightened by how her hands gripped her knees. "But, you were still completely clothed. Other than your shirt. I mean that kind of proves we couldn't have done anything." Taylor nodded and slowly unclenched her fists and her breathing returned to normal.

"Right. So, how about this. Your friend, what's his name?"

"Troy."

"What if Troy distracts your mother-" Chad interrupted.

"And you sneak down the stairs? I've been trying to do that my whole life. My mom's got eyes in the back of her head, the sides of her head, the top of her head, and of course the ones in the front. She will see you 50 feet away." Taylor giggled.

"What do you want me to do, climb out the window?" Chad didn't answer. "I wasn't serious." She quickly added when she saw he was thinking about it. "I really wasn't serious. It was a joke." She said when he stood up and began to pace.

"That might be a good idea."

"What?" Taylor exclaimed while standing up also. "You want me to jump out the window? In case you don't know this, but not the best way to impress a girl."

"I would never make you jump out the window. What I want you to do is climb down the tree outside that's next to the balcony." Taylor rolled her eyes.

"Oh yes. Because that solution is so much better then the jumping out the window."

"Do you have a better idea?" Taylor kept quiet. "Now it's really not that hard. The tree is pretty strudy and so are the branches so I doubt they'll break under you." Taylor stood up and placed her fists on her hips and cocked out her right up.

"And what makes you think that a bunch of branches are going to hold my weight?" Chad shrugged as he went over to the window and opened it.

"It holds mine." Then he turned around, took Taylor's hand and walked her over to the window. "I'll go first." He swung one leg out of the window. He reached for a branch that was above his head, as he swung his other leg out the window. With both hands on the branch above, he lifted himself off the windowsill and onto the lower branch, that didn't, as promised, sag under his weight. He offered his hand to Taylor who looked at him like he was crazy.

"Did last night's liquor affect your brain? Or are you crazy as hell everyday?" Chad didn't answer and just continued to hold his hand out. Taylor sighed before swinging a leg out of the window. "If I fall, I'll kill you, Chad. I swear!" Chad nodded.

"Don't worry. I'd never let you fall." He smiled to reassure her. It hardly worked. Chad saw Taylor shaking as she grabbed a brach, trying to steady herself. Chad grabbed her and slid her further on the branch so that she wasn't as close to the edge. "Now was that so hard?" Taylor just glared.

"OK, we're in the tree. Now how do we get down, Mr. Know-It-All?"

"Good point. How about this. I throw you down, and you cusion the blow. I was just kidding." Chad added when he saw that Taylor was about to smack him.

Slowly and gingerly, they shimmed down the tree till they were safely on the ground. After that they ran over to Chad's car. Chad pulled the keys out of his pocket, and as quietly as possible, so as not to arouse suspician from his mother. They drove in silence except for the ocasional direction from Taylor. Finnally Chad pulled into the Evans' driveway.

"So, I guess I better-" Taylor started, but before she could finish, Chad had taken her face in his hands and had kissed herr dead on the lips. Taylor froze for a second, before responding as eagerly as him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and Chad's traveled down to her waist. Chad heistantly licked Taylor's lips and Taylor immediately allowed him entrance, causing the kiss to get more heated than before. When they both began to feel light-headed from loss of oxygen, they seperated. They were panting heavily.

"What was that for?" She asked him. Chad shrugged and ran a hand through his hair.

"I'm not sure. I thinks it's because I wanted to let you know that whatever happened last night wasn't because I was drunk. Well, it was mostly because I was drunk, but still. I feel a sexual attraction to you, and I think you feel it too. But I don't just want the physical. I'd like to get to know you better Taylor. What about you?" Taylor stared at him for a few seconds with a blank expression before opening her door and getting out of his car without a word.

Chad hung his head in dissapointment and closed his eyes. 'Damn. I really liked her too.' Before he could think of anything else, he felt his head being pulled back and soft lips on his. This kiss was gentler and sweeter than the first and when Taylor pulled away, Chad was left wanting more.

You can take that as a yes. I would like to get to know you better." With that being said she left the car side and sauntered over to the front door. When she reached it, she turned around and sent him a wink before entering the house, and shutting the door behind her.

With the door shut, Chad let out a breath he was not aware he was holding. 'Damn it! I still don't have her number!' Chad reached in his pocket for a pen and felt a piece of paper. He pulled it out and uncrumbled it.

Chad,

Call Me.

976-452-3871 (A/N I don't know if this is a real number, please don't call)

Taylor