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This what I did early Saturday morning like this when the sky was a murky, sad gray and the clouds were heavy with awaiting rain.

Homework.

I stared down at the blank sheet of paper, my mind far too occupied to figure out my trig review problems. Instead of tangents and hypotenuses filling my head, all I could think of was Him. Again. As much as I knew I needed to forget him, I didn't want to. I just couldn't. Thoughts of Him flooded my mind, and instead of saddening memories, a different kind swamped my senses.

"God, Gabi…" He moaned as my hands teasingly trailed up and down his muscular chest. My breath caught in my throat as his warm, rough but kind fingers closed around mine, arresting my movements. "Allow me," he breathed, turning us over on the bed so that I was on the bottom. His fingers lightly rubbed my bare arms, slowly raking up to my neck, which he began worshipping fully. He didn't miss a single spot, kissing down my collarbone and around my half-exposed chest, then traveling up my neck. Everywhere he touched felt electrifying, and I never wanted the amazing feel to go away.

Okay…okay, x equaled thirty-two point four nine eight. Right?

I could barely concentrate as I began to feel all warm inside again, like how I used to when He was around me. I felt tingly just thinking about Him and His kisses. I could live off them. They were the sweetest, most delicate kisses I'd ever experienced. And even though I was rather inexperienced, I knew they were the best kisses I'd ever taste.

And now, they were gone.

"Baby…" I heaved out a strangled gasp, my heart jolting inside me as he ran his fingers over my pulsation below me. This only increased my arousal, as well as his, and I grinned cheekily as I slid my fingers over his growing bulge. His eyes widened and flickered, and I smirked, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down to meet his soft lips with mine. At the same time, he tried unbuttoning my shirt, his fingers fumbling clumsily over the middle of my chest. He finally ripped my shirt open, and immediately began kissing across my bra and down my toned, flat stomach. I hastily whipped his own shirt off, repeating what he did to me, sucking on his perfect skin. He moaned harder and louder, so sexily, his fingers tangling themselves in my dark hair and pulling slightly with each mind-blowing kiss.

Fuck…Gabriella, stop thinking about this! You are too old to be unable to control your thoughts…back to problem number one.

Triangle A. X equals thirty-two point four nine eight. Again? No, I'd already gotten that answer, and I knew it'd been wrong…

Just like I had been wrong to lie to Him.

"Gabriella…" he panted, unable to think straight. He closed his amazing eyes, shielding me from the remarkable color. He moved his legs in a straddle, opening his eyes slowly, and quickly though gently unclasping my bra. He chucked that to the ground as well, his eyes not straying for a moment as he cupped my full breasts in his hands. He began fondling them, his massages making me moan so loud and uncontrollably that it didn't even sound like me. I didn't even know where these surprising sounds were coming from. I outlined his defined six-pack as he rubbed my own stomach, more sparks shooting through my limbs at the contact. He stared straight into my eyes, stilling his movements and smiling softly at me, his eyes looking incredibly erotic and spinning with love.

I felt so naughty and dirty reminiscing this, but I was nowhere near able to stop my unrated thoughts.

"I love you," I whispered, my voice shaking. I ran my fingers through his tousled hair, smiling at him admiringly.

"I love you too, Gabi," he croaked, his own voice trembling as he leaned down and began kissing me fiercely all over again. His fingers hooked the top hem of my pants, and he quickly pulled them down and off, flinging it aside. My breathing hitched.

Was this it?

I had been stalling this, and this could be the moment for me.

I was already wet. I could feel the liquid seeping through my panties. But the thoughts felt so good… It felt so amazingly refreshing to relive the pleasure and the love. The pleasure, the love, and the life I had lost and was begging to have back.

My eyes flickered up and down his muscular body, finally holding my breath and tearing off his own shorts. He was wearing navy blue boxers with white and red stripes. I rolled my eyes at this, snickering at his choice of underwear. He was so patriotic sometimes. Hunter rolled his eyes with me, trying to cover up his embarrassment as his cheeks flushed bright red, matching his stylish boxers. He cradled the base of my head, pushing my lips to meet his plump, rosy ones. He pressed his hard groin against me, rubbing his hardness up and down and making me moan like crazy.

Knowing I wouldn't get any problems done anyway, I finally gave in to the inappropriate daydream, willingly escaping into the contented past.

"Oh, God," he mumbled between pants against my lips. "You are so fucking sexy, Gabi…"

I writhed beneath him as his fingers crept down towards my soaking pink panties, and he sniggered at me playfully, my stomach flipping at the simple action.

Oh, God.

This was it.

My mind was racing with paranoia as he slowly slipped two fingers under the thin hem, and it all seemed to happen in slow motion. He pinched the fabric between his two fingers, carefully sliding the light material down—down, down, down…lower and lower. I felt my face heating with embarrassment.

This was final.

What if he didn't like what he saw?

What if he got up and left?

But it was obvious that he thought otherwise as he smiled at me, finally fully removing the lacy garment and placing it aside. He stripped off his blue boxers as well, kicking them behind him. I simply stared at his manhood, not expecting it to be so large. Yet, at the same time, it looked so beautiful.

The aura of the room suddenly changed. I could see desire and want, sloshing together in his tantalizing eyes. They pierced mine, making me feel like the only thing in the room.

No words were spoken, but none were needed either in the breathtaking intensity of the silence.

He positioned his large, hard shaft at the entrance of my dripping wet mound. I could barely breathe at the lust that filled the air. He delved his hands into my hair, bringing his nose down to touch mine in the gentlest of Eskimo kisses. He began peppering kisses all over my lips, unable to get enough. The smooth pads of his thumbs ran over my ears softly, over my eyelids, over my swollen lips; everything. My chest surged with suspense and undeniable excitement with each chaste peck on my lips, growing more and more impatient to feel him inside of me.

I had never felt this way before. I had never felt such strong passion brewing in my blood.

My heart rate was increasing and going out of control as I watched him breath above me, his eyes full and fresh with clear determination and love.

"Ella!"

I immediately pushed him off of me roughly, not being able to care at the moment. I hopped about the room like a mad pogo stick, searching crazily for my clothes and redressing as quickly as I could.

"ELLA!"

I hurriedly shoved him under the bed, fixing my hair hastily and biting my lips before yanking open the door breathlessly.

I hadn't known we would never get to finish what we had started that day. But if I had known, I would have ravished him until I was completely numb, despite my mother knocking against the door intolerantly.

Tears welded in my eyes, and I just couldn't stop them. Before everything could register, I was bawling into my math notebook, my salty tears staining the thin lined paper.

I couldn't get into my head any more than it was already.

It. Was. Not. Fair.

This needed to turn around. Everything. It was ungodly to be so miserable for so long. God needed to give everyone a chance. I had vowed to do my best on my newest chance, but apparently I had screwed that up. Everyone was staring at me. Like I was a freak show. Like I was invisible, and I couldn't hear their hurtful mockery. I had gone too long like this. I was snapping, and I was going to explode anytime soon. If I didn't get out and just let go, I knew I would let go under any circumstances later, without any control.

My breathing clogged as I realized what I was going to do. What I had to do. I needed to.

I was going to party until I forgot my own name.

I was going to drink until I couldn't even remember Him.

I was just going to…let go.

"CHAD!"

Sharpay hysterically came running into the messy bedroom, her platinum blonde hair disheveled and her clothes wrinkled slightly. Somewhat alarmed, Chad whirled around in the swivel desk chair, immediately wiping the bored expression off of his face.

"What, Shar?" he demanded edgily.

"It's Gabriella," Sharpay breathed, her face contorting in worry.

"Fuck."

"I know. She's figuring it out."

"She's too fucking smart for her own good."

"I know! I didn't know what to say…I—I really tried to divert her…"

"You didn't tell her, did you?! We would be slaughtered, Sharpay, if she found out. Butchered. He's depending on us."

"I-I know! I didn't tell her…I swear. But she was really suspicious. She was pissed when I acted like I had no idea what she was talking about."

"And you're supposed to be an actress!" Chad hissed under his breath, straining himself not to roll his eyes in disbelief.

"What?" Sharpay looked up from examining her nails. "What did you say?"

"Nothing, nothing," Chad coughed to cover it up. "So…we just need to make sure she knows nothing until Troy comes back from basketball camp."

"Gee, Chad," Sharpay wasn't embarrassed at all to roll her eyes. "What a brilliant mastermind plan."

"What?" Chad huffed, crossing his arms across his chest defensively. "Do you have any better idea?"

"Not…yet," Sharpay mumbled irritably, plopping down onto Chad's unmade bed with disgust flustered in her eyes. "Just give me time."

"How much?"

"As long as I need, idiot."

"What was that for?!"

"For being yourself. Now, let's go to Taylor's to inform her to beware and step up the act. Maybe we're not being believable enough."

Chad's eyes popped out of his afrotastic head. He suddenly curled up in the desk chair, shrinking. He braced himself, fearing the worst from the drama queen.

"Oh, God. What did you do now to that poor girl?" Sharpay sighed. "What did Taylor ever do to you?"

"Nothing! I—just—we…we had a fight last night…" Chad muttered, trailing off incoherently.

"You guys aren't even worth the time or trouble," Sharpay rolled her eyes once more, springing up and refastening her hot pink raincoat. She peered out the foggy window, frowning at the strong, continuous rainfall. "Wish me luck."

"Luck."

"That's it, Chad. You only need to stop acting like an ass for a week. Once you've snapped the trap on her, you can be however fucking stupid you want."

"Shut the fuck up, Shar."

"Love ya'."

"You too."

Troy wrenched open the painfully familiar door, out of breath. His brain was revolving overdrive with overwhelming thoughts, but he still somehow managed to keep his objective in the front of his mind. He still knew what he wanted. What he was craving so badly.

His mesmerizing eyes scanned the house he knew so well, so crammed with memories it made his heart ache with longing from the power.

Maybe she was still here. Just maybe.

But somewhere buried in the back of his mind, he knew that was not the case. His mouth was filled with a bitter taste of agony from the inconvenient truth, and he raced up the wooden stairs, the old steps creaking in complaint. Troy called out her name desperately, hopeful to hear her voice again.

Nothing.

He continued to holler her name, the urgency and striking need in his own voice scaring him. He sped around to every room in the small house, not willing to believe it was abandoned. He yanked open every door, analyzed every room, called her by every name he had ever known—and yet…nothing.

His heavy, hopeless breathing echoed hauntingly through the empty, worn home. He could hear his own frantic heart beating loudly, rising in his eardrums and racking his brain endlessly.

He didn't want to admit it. But he knew.

She wasn't here.

And Troy needed to get out of there before he exploded.

The déjà vu was all too much, and sprinted away from the battered house as quickly as he came. He ran down the familiar block, and he noticed some of the neighbors had recognized him, for they raised their heads from their gardens and newspapers to stare at the outlier of a boy. A boy, who'd been once a constant visitor, but who hadn't come in months. Troy ignored this, pummeling himself further down the sidewalk.

Everything was just too much.

He collapsed onto a wooden park bench, the splinters piercing him through his mesh shorts, but he didn't care. He flipped open his cell phone, dialing so fast that his fingers hurt.

"Mom?" he breathed anxiously into the mouthpiece, waiting for the warm, caring voice he knew so well to comfort him. Nothing. "Mom?" the restless boy asked again in impatience, worries swarming his thoughts. Troy suddenly felt so small and so vulnerable, like the little boy he used to be, overshadowed by his accomplished and highly praised older brother. But Henry was in the army now, and there was no one to compete with except himself. Yet, that seemed to be a challenge of increased difficulty.

Troy waited for what seemed like an hour, not caring that his very needed and treasured minutes were wasting away before him. His mother mattered more.

Nothing.

Troy finally shut his phone, reluctant and helpless.

Though he hadn't found himself or heard from his mother, he knew what his next move was.

And he was going for it.