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Chapter 3

"Hey! Hey, Gabs!" Troy pushed through the crowd towards me, a massive grin on his face at having managed to catch me on my own. I flashed him a smile, groaning inwardly, I wasn't in the mood to fend off his advances today, I'd not gotten much sleep last night, for obvious reason *ahem* Sharpay! "So we have Biology class together today, don't we? Maybe we can pair up and do a project together!"

"Troy, there is no project!"

"I know, but if we get set one, maybe we can work together then!"

"Maybe, but I usually work with Taylor so…" I leant back against my locker as Troy almost begged to partner with me. I didn't want to hurt him, but he just would not let go of the past! It was very frustrating; there were only so many ways I could say that it was over without physically hurting him to prove it.

"Aww ever the persistent one, aren't we, Troy?" I hadn't even heard Sharpay come up behind me. "I admire that quality in a guy, in fact, all girls do. Isn't that right, Gabriella?" She was so close to me I could feel her breath on my neck.

"Umm sometimes, I guess."

I heard her laugh quietly as Troy beamed at me. Good God, now he really wasn't ever going to leave me alone! "That's for not saying goodnight." Thankfully, Troy had been too caught up in his oh-so obvious fantasy to hear Sharpay's parting remark.

I watched her walk away over Troy's shoulder. All I wanted to do now was follow her and drag her into the closest empty room. But that probably wasn't a good idea, since Troy might have followed as well.

The bell rang for the start of class, allowing me to escape my over-eager admirer. I slumped down in my seat, books out, ready to bury myself in work. Hoping this class, at least, would be uneventful.

Lunchtime came and went without Sharpay moving from her seat once. I guess I had been hoping for a repeat of yesterday, and when it didn't happen, disappointment clouded my mind. Even Taylor couldn't cheer me up with her usual bubbly conversation, so she stopped trying. But unfortunately, Troy did not follow her example. He had been stuck to my side like glue all day, pestering me with questions about class and cracking stupid jokes, it was all her fault. The least she could do is make it up to me a little… with her lips… and her hands… I shook my head, trying to clear the images away. I couldn't afford to let her get to me even more.

"Hey, Troy, Ms. Darbus wants to see you, she told me to come get you quick." Ryan had grabbed Troy by the arm and pulled him away in the opposite direction to me. Silently thanking, Ms. Darbus, I sped up, almost at the exit, almost free!

Then a hand shot out and yanked me into a classroom. I didn't even have to guess this time, I already knew. "You know, you could just call my name instead of almost ripping my arm off all the time!"

The blonde stood in front of me, hands on her hips. "But this way's more fun for me." Then her lips were on mine again, banishing all thoughts from my head instantly. She slid her hands down my body to my hips, pushing me firmly against the wall. It took me a minute to realise I was supposed to be mad at her for setting Troy on me the way she had, but when she slipped her hand under my t-shirt and up my back, all I could think was that if I died right now, I'd die a very, very happy girl.

"Shar… Sharpay, wait… wait a second…"

"What is it, Montez?" She pushed my head to one side to get at my neck better; I waited for the pain, shivering with anticipation. "I'm kind of busy right now." Air hissed through my clenched teeth as the blonde endeavoured to leave another mark on me.

I was very grateful for all the noise outside in the corridor, because when she parted my legs with one of her own, I couldn't stop the moan that came out at the contact. She chuckled into my mouth, and pushed her thigh up harder into me. Honestly, if it hadn't been for her holding me, I'd have collapsed on the floor.

I vaguely heard somebody knocking, and Sharpay growling in frustration. "Alright, I'll be there in a second!" Slowly, almost reluctantly, she ran her hand down my back and out from under my t-shirt. "Have to go." She pulled back a little to look me in the eye, watching as I tried to slow my breathing.

"Sharpay, what are we doing?"

She didn't reply at first, I had to ask her again to get an answer. "I don't know about you, Montez," she leaned in and kissed me almost tenderly on the lips, "But I'm rather enjoying making you moan like a two-dollar whore." With that she was gone, leaving me to realise just what I'd let myself in for.

There was a surprise waiting for me when I finally got home.

"Gabs! Hey! When I got back from Ms. Darbus' room, you were already gone, so I thought I'd see if you got home okay." I didn't say it was a good surprise.

"Thanks, Troy. But I don't need a babysitter; I'm a big enough girl now to be able to get home on my own. The old 'Puppy and Candy' trick doesn't work on me anymore." I walked past him to my door. "So if that's all you wanted, I have things to do." The door opened before I could find my keys.

"Hey, Hun, I thought I heard you out here. Oh and Troy! It's been a while since I've seen you around." My Mom smiled at him, blocking the doorway so I couldn't escape inside.

"Hi, Mrs. Montez, I know, it's been too long."

"Why don't you invite him in, Gabbie?"

"Because I have homework to do, and Troy has basketball practice." I pushed past my Mother.

"No I- Oh wait, yes, I do! Sorry, I have to go. See you tomorrow, Gabs, nice talking to you, Mrs. Montez." I dumped my bag at the bottom of the stairs and headed into the kitchen.

"What a nice boy. I still don't understand why you two broke up."

"Mom." I warned her, opening the fridge and peering inside.

"Oh, I know, I know! But he obviously still likes you! Why not give him another chance?" She had closed the front door and was chopping carrots at the kitchen counter.

"God, you sound just like Taylor! Give it a rest already! I don't like Troy as anything more than a friend and that is never going to change!" I slammed the fridge having found what I was looking for and headed to my room.

"Gabbie, honey, I'm sorry! But don't fill up on peanut butter, dinner's in an hour!"

"I don't want anything, I have studying to do." I slammed my door and flung myself on my bed. I could hear my Mom muttering to herself about having an ungrateful daughter, but I was in no mood to get into it with her tonight.

The rest of the evening passed quickly in a blur of homework and peanut butter fingers. It wasn't until I'd finished my work and was laid in bed that I realised just how much my neck hurt.

"Jeez, Sharpay!" I pulled back my hair to reveal the dark purple bruising on my shoulder, looking at it in the mirror it looked quite bad. "Great, just great." Even though I was annoyed at her for it, a small part of me was thrilled. I'd never had a hicky before, not like this anyway. Troy had 'respected' me too much to do anything like this, and frankly I'd not had much time for anyone before him, so this was all new to me. And I loved it.

Sharpay was so different from anyone I'd ever met. She did what she wanted and didn't seem to care about any of the repercussions. It was exciting. She brought something out of me that I had never even known was there, a side of me that liked the pain, that liked being shoved up against a door and kissed roughly.

My phone vibrated on my bedside table and a smile spread across my face. I raced to pick it up and flip it open.

'How's the neck?' Wow, she was good.

'Sore. What's it to you?'

'Ahh well that's the price you pay, I guess.'

'Uh huh. Oh, I didn't get the chance earlier, what with you feeling me up and all, but I wanted to thank you.'

'Thank me for what, Montez?'

'For permanently attaching Troy to me! It's like he's on a bungee cord or something!'

'Heh you are very welcome, anything I can do to help your floundering social life.'

'Bitch.'

'What was your first clue? Night.'

I frowned, throwing my phone across my room into my open closet; my clothes cushioning its landing. I couldn't win with her, she just wouldn't let me. I lay on my bed fuming for a few moments before remembering something. Rescuing my phone, I flipped it open again and sent one last text.

'Night.'

God knows what she would have done to me tomorrow; I didn't need another Troy after me!

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