A/N: wow, I can't believe I'm finally done. I'm so so sorry for the delay. Everything has just been so damn screwed and twisted the past few weeks, making my head stop working and I get stuck with the ideas in my head, not being able to get it down in a document. But now I finally did, and I'm really sorry if it's crappy, I don't really know what I think about this. It's... I don't know. It's so different from everything else I've ever written and it's kind of hard. And, I'm sorry to say this, but I don't know when the next one will be out. My real life is coming crashing down on me right now, and the next few chapters are very important so I want them perfect. But not too long, I swear, Promise. Have some fate in me, and I'll have it out, hopefully before my birthday, on April 29th. Haha :)

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Her back arched as the pleasure from his lips sent shivers through her entire body. Her normally even breath was hitched in her throat and came out as short, quick pants. The pressure from his hands that were running all over her body made her core get even wetter and she cried out in pleasure as his lips closed over her already harden nipple, his left hand working on the other one.

"Troy… Troy, please…" she managed to get out, her voice husky and panting. He bit down on her left nipple with a little force, making her cry out loud. She didn't know for how long she would be able to take it, she was already soaked and the force he was doing with his tongue made her feel like she was going crazy.

"Hmm…" he murmured back as he shifted to the right one, giving it the same attention before he planted open mouthed kisses down her stomach. "You're so beautiful, Gabriella." That was the first time he'd ever said her name; and the thought of it, the sound of her name rolling off his tongue so goddamn sexy, made her core throb and the liquid slid down her thighs.

"Troy… Troy, please I…" she panted, her breath taken away. "I need you."

Gabriella walked the long pathway around the hotel, her footsteps nearly audible in the deep, dark and cold snow. Her mind was in deep thought, making her go crazy from all the voices screaming in her head. One was wondering what the hell just happened, another told her it was just what she wanted, someone laughed at her and said it was her own fault, and the last one, the one she WANTED to be real, the one she insisted to be; that this was just some crazy dream because Troy had been new and that's why she dreamt about him. That's usually the deal, right?

But why? Why would she dream SUCH a dream about him? She hated him, wait, no maybe hate is a strong word, and she disliked him. She felt like puke every time she saw him, her stomach were cringing when his blue eyes and shaggy hair got into her sight.

Have you ever thought about that maybe it is because you like him?Someone asked her. She groaned, no, not him, that couldn't be possible. He was a big jerk; he fooled with all the girls around him just to get his own needs answered.

"He's such a womanizer," Gabriella said out in the blue, her arms resting on the railing while she looked out from the gorgeous view from Croascount's restaurant.

"Talking to yourself again, Montez?" Gabriella spun around and almost tripped with the force. There, two meters from her stood Troy Bolton, faded jeans riding low on his hips, a black jacket zipped all the way up to his jaw, with his hair moved to the side out of his eyes. His blue eyes were sparkling in contrast to the snow, and everything else suddenly looked so goddamn boring.

Gabriella bit her lip, forcing herself to stay conscious while looking deep into his eyes. "What are you doing here?" she breathed out, her heart still beating unusual fast. Whether it was because of the god standing before her, or because she had been so scared, she didn't know. Well, it must have been the last one, right?

"I always come here." Troy stood on Gabriella's left side, while Gabriella still tried to gain her shock together and remind herself that she didn't like this guy. Not at all. But her breath was uneven, and suddenly she felt so much bigger, clumsier and more worried that she would have if Troy wouldn't stand on her left. She played with her fingers and avoided everything else, just trying to focus on them.

Troy watched the sight in front of him, his thoughts on something else than the gorgeous view in front of him for once. He'd get a little pissed when he saw that someone else was here, on his place. But when he saw who it was, his heart started to bump faster and even though his mind told him to leave, his feet's continued to walk forward. Gabriella looked so beautiful even though she was wearing a pair of sweets, uggs and a brown jacket. It took all of Troy's power not to throw himself over her.

He looked over at her; she was playing with her hands and looked deep in thought. His veins felt like they were going to explode, his hands were almost trembling. How could it be legal to look like her?

"What's up?" Troy asked, making Gabriella jump for the second time that night. The concern in his voice was so obvious that it made Gabriella even more nervous. So much for dislike.

"What? What do you mean?" she played it off, avoiding Troy's eyes that bored into her.

"You look concerned about something or worried…" he travelled off.

Gabriella bit her lip again, was she so obvious? What the hell was happening, she was never like this. She closed her eyes tightly, okay come on, Gabriella, you can do this.

Troy watched Gabriella close her eyes almost painfully. He wondered what was going on, why would she be up this late? When she opened her eyes again, they looked close to what they'd been days before when they'd been at Troy's house, cold and dark. Troy almost backed a step, what did he do?

"It's nothing. Why would you think I would tell you?"

Troy hesitated. "I just," he rubbed his neck nervously. "I just thought you looked very sad about something. And it surprised me when I saw that you were here, because I'm almost always the only one here, or I am. I've never seen anyone here. I'm sorry?"

Gabriella watched him closely while he spoke, as much as she didn't want to admit it, he sounded concerned and actually worried. Even sorry. "Why would you care, anyway?" she sighed and finally felt her body relax a bit more, and she leaned out over the railing again.

Troy's head turned towards Gabriella in confusion. "Why wouldn't I care?"

Gabriella turned away from the white paradise in front of her when she realized that Troy was looking at her. She met his eyes and saw that they were filled with confusion. "Because," she frowned. Her eyes locked with his once again, and Troy realized what she meant.

"Oh, you think I'm one of those guys," he stated. He didn't seem pissed, but he wasn't happy either. "You think I screw around with women like they are some sort of toy, get what I want and leave. That my dick is longer than my brain can think." He knew why Gabriella acted like she did towards him; she thought he was one of them.

"Well, aren't you?" Their eyes locked. Gabriella looked at him with a serious look, while Troy just tried to take in what she said. His heart sank an inch, it hurt but he tried to hide it if she thought that he was one of them. He couldn't show her.

Troy just shrugged. What else could he do?

Sharpay Evans was a girl to get what she wanted. When she was twelve, she got the sparkling pink purse she wanted, that coasted too much for a twelve year old. When she was thirteen her dad gave her, her first credit card, which were fast empty of money after a day in the mall. When she turned seventeen, the pink convertible she wanted stood outside the mansion of house she lived in, waiting for her to drive like a diva in through Albuquerque.

The only thing Sharpay Evans never had gotten in her entire life (that she could think of), was for her best friend to hook up with a guy that looked like the god of angels, while her best friend were too blind to see of well they would fit.

"Gabriella Montez! Will you just tell me what the hell is going on before I tackle you down and force you to tell me what you're hiding?!" Sharpay said in a high, frustrated voice. The two best friends were sitting (more like Gabriella lying and Sharpay standing with her hands on her hips) in Gabriella's living room. Gabriella had been quiet all morning, just told Sharpay that she didn't feel like skiing today. While Taylor had understood and went by herself, Sharpay stayed and tried to get it out of Gabriella. And for the first time, Sharpay Evans didn't seem to get what she wanted.

"I'm right here, Sharpay. Already lying too, just jump on me if you want to," Gabriella replied in a tired voice. She didn't know why she let herself be like this, she didn't even know why. But after yesterday night, she didn't feel like seeing Troy again. The look in his eyes when she'd said those words was something she couldn't quite understand, but it made her think twice and almost feel bad about it.

"Argh!" Sharpay groaned, she sunk down on the couch again, her hands over her face. "Seriously girl, what is up with you? I hate this Gabriella; it's all quiet and boring. She makes me sick." Sharpay watched her friend lying in front of her, just starring up the ceiling.

"Then go, Sharpay, please. You won't get anything out of me anyway so just walk away. Don't waste your time." Gabriella's eyes never left the ceiling while she said this; she almost looked like she was in trance.

"Fine," the blonde said a bit irritated. "But I won't leave you all alone, Gabs. I'll be back in a few hours." Sharpay rose from the couch and paused for a second to look at her friend. She wasn't even sure that Gabriella had heard her. Sharpay leaned over so her face was above Gabriella's but in the air. "And I'll bring, Tay." And with that, she stormed out of the room, her footsteps echoing through the hallway.

Gabriella sighed. She didn't feel like being social today, not hanging out with a bunch of people and talk and laugh like nothing ever happened.

But what did happen anyway?

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Nine hours later, Sharpay had still not come over. Gabriella was pretty sure that she'd hooked up with some guy by now. Taylor had stopped by around lunch and just talked normal stuff with Gabriella. Unlike Sharpay, she knew better than pressure Gabriella and force her to say something. Gabriella now stood at her refrigerator and pored herself some orange juice.

"Someone told me you were hiding in here." Gabriella jumped in surprise and turned around. Her heart stopped and her jaw dropped, because in the doorway of her hotel room stood Troy, dark jeans and his skiing jacket, his glasses on his head above a brown beanie.

"Troy! What the hell are you doing here?! Are you lost? Because this is my room if you didn't know," Gabriella snapped, a little harder than she meant it to be, and kept a hand over her racing heart.

Troy smirked and took his chance to step into the kitchen. "No, I know you live here, that's why I'm here." He sat down on one of the kitchen chairs and looked very calm and satisfied with himself, making Gabriella even angrier.

"What the hell are you doing here then?" she couldn't hide her anger, after all this was her room and she didn't even know Troy that good. "And, how on earth did you get in here? I'm pretty sure I locked the door when Taylor left."

Troy searched for something in his pocket before he found it and hung it on his finger, showing it to Gabriella. "I work here, remember? We have extra keys; just imagine if thousands of people lost their key. This place would be useless." He didn't say it in a tone that told her that she was dumb for not thinking about it, more like telling her a fact. "And for your first question. I didn't see you today, and Sharpay muttered something about hiding from something from your deepest deep. Now, I don't really know what that's supposed to mean, but you sure know how to piss that girl off," Troy chuckled, his white teeth making his smile even more beautiful.

"That still doesn't give you the right to just break into my room like it's yours. What if I wouldn't have been here? Or what if I'd been naked?" Gabriella muttered, but she immediately regretted the last words and a blush spread over her cheeks. "Forget the last part."

Troy laughed out loud. "Oh, I would have enjoyed it if you had been a little less dressed than you are now, believe me, sweetheart. As for the other parts, I would've just walked out again if I had seen that you weren't here. But now when that's not the case, no need to think about it."

Gabriella glared at him. "You sure don't show that you're not who I think you are, Bolton," she said, coldly.

Troy's eyes turned dark and he narrowed his eyes in Gabriella's, but she refused to back down. "I'm not that guy, Montez, and some day you'll realize it."

Gabriella snorted. "If you say so."

Silence followed and both Troy and Gabriella looked away from each other, both in their own thoughts. While Gabriella thought about what Troy had said, Troy did the same. What the hell did the other mean with their words?

"I'm going to head up to the hill, you wanna come?" Troy suddenly said and rose from his chair. Gabriella looked at him confused.

"What hill? It's 11pm, the hills are closed."

Troy chuckled. "Not the hills, the hill. Where you were yesterday night," he explained.

"I don't think so, Bolton," Gabriella said, her cold voice coming back. Troy just shrugged, if she wanted to play that game then fine. He could play too.

"I'll see you then," he said and walked out of the kitchen, heading to the door.

"Don't count on it, Bolton," Gabriella muttered and put the glass she'd been drinking from down a little too hard. She splashed water over it before heading into the living room and turned the TV on, trying desperately to distract herself from the blue-eyed guy.

She flipped through the channels in less than a minute. On one channel, some old Friends episode played over and over, and another the Simpson, what the hell is wrong with the world these days? Gabriella turned the TV off and threw the remote on the couch in anger; she then stormed into her bathroom to brush her teeth and then threw herself on the bed.

Two minutes later, she closed her eyes in hope to calm herself down. But when it didn't help, she pushed the fluffy covers away and sat up, her feet on the floor and starred out of the window; the white snowflakes were falling peacefully, waiting for Gabriella to step out in it. She put a big jacket on and walked out. It was a chilly night, not too cold but still cold, however that fit together she didn't know.

She walked and walked, never really thinking about where she was heading until she came to the steps of the same place she was yesterday. Slowly, she moved up the short staircase and stepped out on the platform. A dark figure was standing at the same spot that she'd been standing at yesterday. Gabriella slowly moved forward, careful to not make any noise. When she was a hundred percent sure that the shadow was Troy, Gabriella stepped out on his side.

"Mumbling to yourself, Bolton?" Troy's head jerked to the side. He didn't jump like Gabriella had done, but he sure got a surprise, a nice one to be perfect.

He smirked. "I wasn't mumbling, Montez."

"Why couldn't you at least have pretended? I want to play too, you know," she frowned, almost sounding like a little child. But Troy loved it, her expression taunted him and he couldn't help but move a little bit closer while her eyes were closed. "You're just so full of yourself, Bolton."

"I'll do it next time, I swear." He put his hands up to show he was honest. Gabriella watched him closely. No matter how weird it would sound, she never quite saw how good Troy was actually looking. His blue eyes were sparkling, like a diamond and his body looked strong like a rock, but at the same time very comfortable.

"And what makes you think there will be a next time?" Gabriella whispered, because Troy was now stepping closer to her, trapping her between the railing and himself, giving her no space to run away.

"You've told me that once, and I'm not going to believe you anymore," he whispered in the same low, husky voice. A chill of hot sparks rushed through Gabriella's body, because Troy was now so close to her that she could feel his warm breath tickling her face.

"Jerk," Gabriella whispered back, but the meaning of it didn't come out like it should. It was more like a demand to make him do something about it, to shoot something back at her.

Troy smiled a genuine smile and closed the gap between them. He was now standing in front of Gabriella, without any part of their bodies touching, but his arms on each side of her against the railing. She was screwed.

"I'm not a jerk, and I'll prove it to you."

Troy pressed his lips to Gabriella's. Gabriella's body jerked and stiffened when she felt his soft, silk lips against hers. Troy pressed his body up against Gabriella's carefully, walking her the last inch backwards so she was now standing against the railing. His fingers stroke over her hips under her jacket, tickling and sending sparks from the places his fingers touched, through her entire body.