A/N: again, thank you all so much for the reviews and support. I'm so amazed, thank you! I'm actually proud of myself, this is the longest chapter I've ever written, lol. And the end, wow the end. I don't really know what to say about it? Sorry? I know there might be grammars (maybe even alot? :S) and for that, I'm really sorry, but I like the chapter either way, and I know the chapter might not be what some of you expected, for that, I'm sorry again. I have big plans for the next chapter, and I'm really excited about it. So I'll see it'll be out in the middle of next week maybe? Latest. Thank you again so much, I'm going to church now x), enjoy! :)

Troy walked into his house 10 minutes later and headed for the shower the first thing, as he always did after a day of skiing. He stripped down his clothes and stepped into the shower, feeling his muscles relax under the hot liquid that was streaming down his body. It had been a cool day, skiing with Gabriella had been distracting. Her body made him think of how she would look without all those layer of clothes, instead of focusing on skiing. There was something with her though, that he really liked but couldn't put his finger on. She hadn't threw herself on him like all the other girl's he met up here, hell she didn't even throw him a look when she got here.

Oh well, now he just needed a cold shower too.

"Damn you, Montez."

When Troy got out of the shower a loud knock was heard on the door, before he could even put the towel he'd dried his hair with, a loud sound was heard and Chad broke through the door.

"Yo dude, what's up?" Chad said, sitting down lazily on one of Troy's couches.

"Well, you know, I just got out of the shower and it would be nice if you knocked AND waited for at least someone who told you to come in, because believe me, Chad, some day you'll walk in on me naked and believe me even more, that day you'll regret your mother even considered the idea of having you," Troy scoffed and threw his wet towel on his best friend, who just chuckled in reply.

"We'll see about that, Bolton."

"Danforth, just… ew." Troy shook his head and turned away from his friend to get something to drink out of his fridge. "Do you want anything to drink?" he shouted from the other end of the room where the kitchen was.

"A coke," Chad shouted back and spread out on the couch even more, the smirk still playing on his lips.

"So, dude, what's up with you and Gabriella?" he asked when Troy handed him his coke and sat down in the armchair on the opposite side of the table.

Troy took a deep sip of his coke and relaxed back into the chair. "Nothing," he said innocently, but a small smirk was playing on his lips, that didn't go unnoticed by Chad.

"So you call skiing with her for a whole day, talking and flirting with her and looking at her like you want to take her right there and then, nothing?" Chad chocked and eyebrow at Troy, whose eyes had widened slightly, but he pulled it off by taking a long sip of his coke.

"What do you call it then, Mr. I-know-everything-and-thinks-I'm-so-cool?" Troy fired back.

Chad just smirked at his friend's sarcasm. "I call it flirting like hell, wanting to get into her pants."

Troy's body jerked and he shot a death glare at his friend. "Dude, don't talk about her like that. I don't want to get into her pants, I'm not that person anymore," he said in a serious tone and tried to relax back again, but found it hard.

Sure, Troy had once been one of the worst players that Chad had ever met, but he was not that kind of guy anymore. I mean, could you blame him? He worked on one of America's best known Snow Resorts, hundreds of women's visit the place every week, and who would he be to let the gorgeous ones down? He had his own house a little bit down the hills, placed perfectly in cover behind the trees.

But not anymore. He'd stopped the fucks a little over a year ago when he actually started to realize that it wasn't for any good. The girl's got hurt and he didn't like the idea of breaking anymore hearts. Sure, he still flirted with them, but that wasn't the same thing, and Chad should be very aware of that since they'd worked together and known each other since pre-school.

"Sorry, dude," Chad apologized and looked a little embarrassed. He knew Troy wasn't the man anymore, but it was something he used to make fun of. Apparently, this was something bigger for Troy then.

"Yeah, whatever. What's up for tonight?" Troy waved it off, glad to get away from the subject. Even though Chad was his best friend, he could be a bit too excited about things sometimes.

"Oh, the girl's - well Sharpay, invited us over or something like that. She thought we could hang out somewhere." Troy cocked an eyebrow at his best friend. "Okay, okay. Sharpay invited herself and the girl's over here, and I said yes," Chad hurried to say, his eyes pleading with his best friend. Troy just laughed, Chad and 'puppy eyes' didn't fit, his hair took the biggest sight anyway.

"Dude, never do that 'puppy-dog-eyes' again, it just doesn't fit," Troy laughed hysterical while Chad turned slightly red and hurried to change subject.

"So, you in?" He looked hopefully at his best friend.

Troy sighed, he was really tired and all he really wanted to do was crash in bed, watch some random show on TV and fall asleep after an hour. But then again, Gabriella might be there. He smirked. "Will Montez be there?"

Chad frowned. "Yes, but not there, we're going to be here, remember?" The smirk on Troy's lips grew even bigger, making Chad frown more and a groan escaping. "Dude, please don't tell me you're up to something with that girl. I've known Gabriella since… I don't even know, and her life has been very hectic the last few months, so I beg you please, don't mess with her if she doesn't want to."

"And what makes you think her life's been hectic?" the blue-eyed boy questioned with a smirk.

"Because, Troy Bolton with your ass up the hills, Gabriella Montez is a professional actress and producer in Hollywood." Troy's mouth hung open, he couldn't believe his ears. He would know she had a well-paid job, her clothes and style showed that off, but never in his life could he have guessed that she was famous. And he didn't even have a slightly guess.

"Are you kidding me, Danforth? Because if you are, it's not one of your best jokes."

Chad rolled his eyes at his friend's reaction. "Of course not, and if you did anything else than lick the hills you'd know the paparazzi's have gone crazy over her for the past months," he glared.

As the cool guy Troy always had been, the smirk returned to his face. "So, she is coming?"

"Troy!" Chad groaned, Troy laughing and taking it as a yes.

Oh well, she never said she didn't want to mess.

-

"Sharpay Rose Marie Evans!" A loud scream echoed through rum number 21 at Croascount Resort.

Sharpay and Taylor sprung up from the white leather couch in Gabriella's room, appearing in the brunette's bathroom doorway seconds later with flushed and horrified faces.

"What, Gabriella? What happened?!" Taylor rushed, her eyes flying over the bathroom in search for something dead or anything that would cause Gabriella to scream like there was no tomorrow.

"Sharpay, what the hell have you done to my make-up?!" Gabriella shrieked, holding her supposed to be dark red blush, that now was pink, in front of her blonde friend's face. Her own cheek was pink, shining and looking like it was some Halloween costume.

The blonde's eyes twinkled. "Oh Gabi, I just thought that your make-up bag would need some news. I bought the new Vogue Magazine today, and they totally said that pink was the new bling this winter," Sharpay smiled innocently. "And well, I thought that since we're going to visit Tro-" she continued but was cut of by a scream.

"If you so mention that name one more time, I swear I'll head home with the next flight! Will you two just shut the fucking hell up about him; I did not come here to have you two nagging me about a guy that I don't even know!" The scream was enough for both of her friends to back off, their hands up in the air in surrender.

"Okay, okay, sorry," Sharpay said, her eyes not as twinkling as before, but more frightened now because of her friend's behaviour. They both backed away while Gabriella shut the bathroom door again with a loud bang.

"Damn it, Sharpay! I told you to leave her the fuck alone," Taylor hissed, hitting Sharpay on the arm.

"Ouch! That hurt, and I just thought she would need-"

"She don't want our fucking help, Sharpay! Get that inside your blonde head. Gabriella will do just fine without our help, and if she wants to create something with Troy, then I trust her to do it, and if she wants our help then she knows she can come to us. But leave her the fuck alone while she actually doesn't do it!" Taylor said in a low voice, glaring at Sharpay before sinking down on the couch again.

"Fine," Sharpay agreed with a low snort.

Meanwhile, Gabriella rubbed her left cheek desperately to get rid of the pink colour that appeared. She was furious with Sharpay's attempt to help her, and it annoyed her to no end that she couldn't just take in that she didn't want anything going on at the moment. It was ridiculous how they nagged her about it, they hadn't even been at the place for a week and they already made her wish she didn't come.

"Stupid. Fucking. Make-up," she muttered while she rubbed the hardest she could, trying to look at least slightly normal. When she couldn't remove any more, Gabriella washed her hands careful before dashing out the bathroom and towards the living room.

"Are you fucking happy now, Sharpay? I'll go like this and meet your fucking dream boy, are you fucking happy?" she said through her teeth, glaring at a certain blonde who was settled on the sofa but shot up when the sound of her best friend's angry footsteps echoed through the hall.

"It doesn't look that much, Gabs," Taylor hurried to save, watching Gabriella's face carefully.

"Oh really, I just look like a fucking clown, people will think that I'm going to a fucking circus instead of… where the fuck we're going," she growled.

Sharpay looked at her friend with one of her pink nails tapping her chin. "You do know that you've said 'fucking' in every sense now, Gabs?" Sharpay stated matter-of-factly. "You know what, I think that's what you need, a good fuck," she finished in a convincing tone.

Gabriella exploded. "Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Sharpay!" she screamed, pulling at her arms that were tied behind her back by Taylor. "Will you just fucking leave me to be?!" she burst into tears, slid down to the floor sobbing with tears.

Taylor glared at Sharpay annoyed, and sat down on Gabriella's side, trying to sooth her and calm down.

"Please, Sharpay. I appreciate that you want me to be happy, really Sharpay, I do. But I just don't want this right now, I want to have some time to just think about myself and take care of myself before I jump into a relationship. Please, Shar," Gabriella sobbed through her tears; her head was resting on Taylor's shoulder.

Sharpay sighed and sat down on Gabriella's other site, helping Taylor to sooth their friend's back. "I'm sorry, Gabi. I just really want you to be happy, that's all. And in my world, well a good fuck makes me feel good, ya know? I just want the same for you, but I guess I have to learn that it isn't, huh?"

Gabriella actually giggled at her friend's words. "Yeah, you do."

"I'll try, I promise," she promised. "But you've got to admit that the last line was great?" she said proudly, making both Gabriella and Taylor frown in confusion. "That what you need is a good fuck," Sharpay said again while rolling her eyes.

Taylor and Gabriella burst out laughing. "Oh dear god, Sharpay," Gabriella laughed. Sharpay smirked but started to laugh with her two best friends too. They all ended up rolling on the floor with laughter, holding their stomach while trying to force air through their lungs.

-

"Well who do we have here if it isn't Miss. Montez herself," Troy smirked as he opened the door half an hour later, revealing a dark headed beauty with tight dark jeans, a white blouse that he could almost see through (well, he could see through if he actually beamed at her longer than he should), and a big grey cardigan over. His most sensitive organ woke up with a throb and he cursed silently over the goddess standing in front of him. "And oh, you brought your bodyguards too," he stated as he saw Taylor and Sharpay on her right side, smirking. The three girls' burst out in hysterical fits of giggles much to Troy's surprise, and his face reminded confused as the giggling ladies stepped into his house, leaving him to close the door and figure what he'd said that was so funny.

"Hey guys!" Chad said as the girls' entered the living room together. They all went for a hug, and Taylor for a kiss, which turned out to a passionate kiss, and ended with Sharpay separating them while announcing, "I'm not here to watch some porn film that my best friend and her big-headed boyfriend shows live, thank you very much." Making the rest of the people laugh out loud.

"Anyone wants something to drink?" Chad questioned his arm around Taylor's shoulders.

Everyone said yes and soon the living room was filled with wine, beer, coke, nuts and fruits. The talk went about everything and nothing, how the girls' liked it in the resort, why "F.R.I.E.N.D.S" actually stopped to be recorded, and everything in between. The laughter filled the house and glasses were to be re-filled.

After what felt like hours of talking, laughing and drinking with her friends', Gabriella felt that she really needed some air. She excused herself and made her way to the front door, the only door she knew that led outside since they hadn't really got a round-tour of the house. She stepped out in the ice cold night, taking a deep breath of air, feeling her lungs fill with fresh oxygen.

"Looking for the rain?" She heard a husky voice behind her, she turned around quickly, almost tripping on the ice and fall off the porch. There stood no one else but Troy. Of course, Gabriella rolled her eyes as she grip the railing tight so that she couldn't trip again.

"I don't smoke," she informed in a cold tone, her eyes not showing off any sign of feeling or weather she lied or not. Troy stepped towards her and stood on her side, making her shiver at the body contact since the porch was too small for them to have any space between them.

"If you say so," he spoke in an unknown tone, so she couldn't decide if he believed her or not. However, she turned towards the other side and watched the light coming from the hills thousands of meters in front of her.

"You shouldn't take everything you hear or see for granted, Bolton. It will eventually step in the way for you." And with that, Gabriella turned on her heels and disappeared into the house again, leaving Troy confused once again.

-

"So, Montez, I've heard that you're paparazzi meat right now," Troy smirked and wiggled his eyebrows fifteen minutes later when they all were settled in the living room again. Gabriella's mocha brown eyes turned darker as her head swung in Troy's direction.

"Why, are you jealous?" she replied, coldly.

The six other eyes pair watched between the two anxiously, too afraid to interrupt something to tell them to cool down a bit.

"Not at all, not at all," the sandy haired man replied with a chuckle, his azure eyes sparkling in reflection of the snow. "I'm just curious to why people would follow you wherever you go, I mean, it would be waste of time." Gabriella raised her eyebrows at him, she knew there was something to it, there had to be. "I mean, for a person who doesn't even talk, or at least gives you what you want."

Her eyes turned the colour of black, and her mouth pressed together in a tight line when the smirk grew on Troy's face. "I'd rather have them following me than your cocky ass trying to impress me down the hills," she replied, and the room went silent. Eight pair of eyes was now glued on Gabriella, but she wouldn't take her own eyes from the electric blue ones, daring him to look away.

"We'll see about that," he replied in a husky voice, his eyes so attractive that it made Gabriella cringe and fire shooting through her petite body.

This was war, and neither of them planned to lose. But what they didn't know was; they would make it up in the end.

Whether they wanted it or not.