"You're so hypnotizing,

Could you be the devil,

Could you be an angel?"

-Katy Perry, ET

"Like fuck you dislike cheerleaders." Taylor McKessie told her boyfriend of two weeks. Chad Danforth shrugged.

"I believe you." I input, motioning at my dance team outfit. "They're all a bunch of slags who put out for popularity. The Dance Team, however… we are a reserved but positively sexy young women who will literally…" I paused for effect. "Knock your socks off." Taylor motioned towards me, and I grinned at her.

"I do prefer the dance team." Chad said thoughtfully.

"You said that you'd do the cheerleaders. All at once!" Taylor screamed at him, and chuckling slightly, I tuned out of their argument.

A: Because it was boring.

And…

B: There was the sexiest man I've ever seen stood over at the cafeteria door.

"Tay!" My voice was higher than I'd meant it to be, and she followed my eye line. I heard her gasp.

"He is so hot I may just pass out from humidity." She commented, and I nodded. I watched as he looked around the cafeteria and got a warm feeling in my stomach when I saw his liquid blue eyes.

"HEY HOOPS!" Chad bellowed across the cafeteria, and I blushed, looking away as the blue eyed stranger walked towards our table.

"Chad!" Taylor hissed, hitting him on the back, hard. "Why did you do that?"

"He's new." Chad replied coolly. "He's on the basketball team."

"Hey Chad." A voice said, and us three teenagers turned towards the new boy with blue eyes.

"Hey Troy." Chad replied. "Sit down next to Gabby, she's captain of the dance team." Silence spread across our table as Troy took in my appearance. I was wearing high top trainers that were neon colours in different places, and white the rest. I also had on a pair of denim shorts and an off the shoulder t-shirt that rested just above my bellybutton, which was pierced. I wasn't wearing any makeup besides eyeliner and lip gloss, and my hair was up in a messy ponytail, showing off gold hoop earrings.

"She's also captain of the Science Decathlon with my girlfriend, Taylor."

Troy's brow furrowed. "Decathlon? You don't look like a decathlon sort of girl." Taylor swore lightly under her breath as I turned to Troy, ready to start the argument I was always in, regarding how I looked.

"Are you saying I don't look clever?" I asked, and his eyes widened. "Cause I'll tell you now, basketball boy, I'm not a cheerleader, and I'm brunette, not a dumb blonde."

"I wasn't saying you looked dumb." He told me, and through his angel eyes I saw his sincerity. Suddenly, his eyes turned a darker shade of blue and I fought not to gasp at the sudden change. The intenisty of his gaze made him much sexier. Which I didn't know was possible. "I was just saying you look way to hot to be around a classroom and not a pool." With those smooth words, he winked at me, grabbed his lunch and left.

"Shit." Taylor breathed. "Gabs…" I turned to her, also out of breath. "Please tell me you're gonna have sex with him."

"I swear, he's a god." A chatty cheerleader that was stood in front of me gossiped. "A blue eyed god."

"No!" another interjected, pouting. "He's an angel."

"Babe, he can't be an angel. He's too hot."

"Well he can't be god, either, babe. He makes mistakes, and damn has Troy made a mistake in going for Montez." The two blondes laughed as if they'd just heard the funniest joke in the world, and I gritted my teeth.

"Babe, you're in my fucking way." I said in my angriest tone, and I watched as they turned around, scared. I put on my sweet as sugar smile, and pushed past them. When I was a metre in front, I turned back to them. "You know what was also a mistake?" I asked in my sugary tone, and they shook their heads nervously. "When I saw you two's naked pictures that you sent to Troy." Their eyes widened and they paled, as I giggled. "A fucking hilarious mistake." I grinned at them, turning away from them. "Bye babe!"

I walked into the basketball courts, thinking. Sure, over the past month that Troy had been in East High, we'd been close. And I may mean the 'close' in a physical way. To put it blunt, we'd been kind of seeing each other. We hadn't fucked. Yet. All the cheerleaders couldn't understand why it was me he'd chosen, and I couldn't either. But I'd promised to watch him at the basketball game and go to the after party. He'd told me he wanted to talk to me, but last time he said that we got caught up in a few sexual activies. Which may or may not have been my fault. Anyhow, I was now walking into the basketball courts, half way through the game. I'd gotten into an argument with dear step father earlier, and it hadn't been pretty, and I was arriving late as a consequence.

"Gabby!" A voice called, and I turned to it, suddenly being greeted by the arms of Chad. Before I could recognise what was happening, he'd thrown me over his shoulder. "Troy's playing crap, Gabs, and we need you!"

"Why aren't you on court?" I asked, and he shrugged.

"I got sent off due to an injury. Coach won't let me back on, but I'm fine. He sent me to get you, actually."

I rolled my eyes, and I was suddenly greeted with cheers as I realised I was in the courts and we were playing. Chad dumped me at the side of the court and pulled me to follow him. Coach had me seated with the other players, so Troy would see me when they had a timeout. Fidgeting nervously with my red jeans, I watched as foul after foul were carried out on Troy. He had a small cut above his right eye, and his nose was slightly bleeding. He had bruises on his arms, and I prayed to god that his chest wasn't affected. I'll be damned if any west high jerk's bruised that fine muscle.

"Stop messing." Chad whispered, and I nodded, smoothing my tight white t-shirt reading 'Wildcats' once more and then sitting on my hands.

Before I knew it, the whistle had been blown, and the team was heading over. The coach suddenly burst into a load of tactics and plans that they'd need to do in the last three minutes to ensure a win, but Troy was staring at me. "Where've you been?" He mouthed at me. I shrugged, a sad smile on my face, and watched as he struggled to listen to the plays. After a minute of speed talking, the team were all sent back on. Before Troy stepped foot on the court, Chad nudged me forward.

"Troy!" He paused, and turned to me. I rushed forwards. "I'm sorry I was late, I had step father problems."

"It's fine." He murmured. "You're here now."

I leaned forward and kissed him softly. "Play well, wildcat."

"I'll try to." He replied softly, kissing me one last time before stepping foot on the court again.

"If that hasn't worked, Chad, I'm going to kill you, my sons best friend or not." Coach Bolton threatened, and I giggled as I turned, noticing the scared but cheeky look on Chad's face. I walked back over to the bench, seating myself beside Chad.

"I hope he's okay, Mr Bolton." I said politely. "I don't know what was up with him, though."

"I think someone from West High was saying stuff about you to distract him." Coach Bolton whispered. "He just kept looking for you. And call me Jack."

"He likes you, see?" Chad whispered as the whistle went off, signalling play time.

"Yeah, I know." I whispered to myself, grinning.

An hour later, Troy was lifted in the air, celebrating the win for East High. His cocky smile was tracing his lips, and he had a certain sparkle in his eyes as he found me in the crowd and winked.

"I swear this is the hundredth time they've lifted him tonight." Taylor commented next to me. We'd all arrived at the after party a half hour ago, and it had seemed that Troy was permanently in the air since.

"I agree." I mumbled, wishing he'd come over and talk to me already. He'd not spoken one word to me since the win, and I was starting to hurt from the rejection.

"You okay, Gabs?" Taylor asked carefully, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

"I really like him, Tay." I told her honestly, and she laughed.

"Honey, I know. Everyone knows." My eyes shot up to meet hers, and she laughed. "It's fine, he likes you too."

"He better." I threatened, and she shrugged.

"Trust your bestie, Gabs."

"HEY!" A voice called, and as I turned around I found myself swept into a hug. Looking up, I was met with shock blue eyes and a childish grin. "Did you see that last basket?" Troy asked excitedly, and I nodded, pulling away and shooting a warning glance at Taylor.

"Yeah, I saw it." I mumbled, and his face started to fall at my dejected tone.

"What's wrong, Gabriella?" He asked, and I shrugged, putting my best fake smile into position on my face.

"I'm fine."

Frowning at me still, Troy leant in, connecting our lips in a kiss and pulling me closer to him. My breath caught in my throat as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling softly on the end of my hair to make my head tilt upwards. I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting out a slight moan as he traced my lips, gaining access to connect our tongues in a sweet battle.

I almost groaned when he pulled away from me, holding me close still but searching my eyes with his penetrative gaze. "Please tell me what's wrong." He demanded softly, leaning his forehead against mine and keeping our eyes connected.

"What are we?" I asked suddenly, unable to hide my feelings anymore. His confused glance told me I had blurted too soon.

"That's why I wanted to talk to you. I can't do this anymore." He looked down whilst gesturing between us. My heart broke as tears arrived into my eyes, waiting for the right moment to fall.

"So you kiss me like this, and act towards me like this why?" I demanded, wriggling out of his grasp. "You are such a dick!"

"No, I want you to be my official girlfriend." He said softly, watching as I froze in my escape.

"What?"

"I want you to be mine." Troy repeated, and I grinned.

"Seriously?"

He nodded, and held his arms out to me. "one hundred percent." He replied, and I jumped into his arms, holding him close.

"Thank God."