Okay well, hello? Uhm, I'm so sorry for just disappearing. I've been sick, like really sick. I got home from the hospital a week ago, and I'm not even gonna try to explain what's wrong with me cus it's WAY complicated and I'm not even sure myself. I'm still not like, perfectly fine, but as my future husband says, 'A little bit longer, and I'll be fine' :) I'm not sure when the next chapter will be out though. And about suffer on a board, I don't know either. I have some serious thinking to deal with about that story, so, keep holding on to me. I will come back, I promise!

I just want to give a HUGE BIG FAT thank you to my best friend, Caroline, for putting up with me through this. So if you read this, Cee, you're the best, always gonna be (:

Okay, off to my beloved story. Sooo, eh. I don't have much to say, I'm REALLY sorry for grammar and spelling errors and anything you can find. I haven't written in a long time, and believe me you forget pretty damn easy. But I tried, and this is like, 8 pages I think and I've never written a chapter this long, but I guess I owe you that. So, Enjoy! (:

Gabriella Montez had been in relationships, no one could accuse her for anything else. She'd had her ups and downs with boys, she'd been treated good and she'd been treated bad. She knew how to kiss, and she knew how a good kisser was. She knew how it felt to long for someone in more than one way, and she knew how to put the longing into action.

The one thing Gabriella Montez did not know was that what she felt right now was not anywhere near longing. Her mind would not let her concentrate, her lips refused to pull together in fear of loosing the sweet taste it had at the moment, but most of all, her body almost arched for the contact of the man again. Her blood ran through her veins like a crazy frog, but at the same time, she'd never felt more alive than she did right now.

This was pure desire.

-

While Gabriella was lying in her bed, pondering about what happened three hours ago, Troy was sitting on his terrace with his head in his hands. The beautiful view in front of him, the mountains far away and spruce forest, was nothing compared to the feeling he had lingering in his body, fighting to stay.

Just thinking about the feeling of her body pressed against his own made his body warmer, his veins on fire.

He took a deep, shaky breath and pushed his hands through his hair for the millionth time that night. His thoughts wouldn't let go of the beautiful brunette that was probably fast asleep in her hotel room right now. To not be able to be there with her, not be able to kiss her like he wanted to made him want to scream. She wasn't his, and she would probably never be. The animal he'd earlier announced her to be, seemed impossible to be tamed.

-

"Come on, dude, what's up with you?" a frizzy Chad said and handed his best friend a glass of cold water. The beauty of living somewhere where it's cold is that the water is the best you'll ever taste. Which was a good thing for Troy at this moment, he hadn't been sleeping all night and his head was pounding like a fucking basketball.

Troy sighed, and took a sip for his water before he replied in a low, painful voice. "I told you, Chad. Nothing, I've just had a rough night, that's all." The snowboarder sighed once more and moved to lie down on the couch, covering the angelic face with a satin purple pillow. The chances of convincing Chad were like ninety-nine, and he would consider himself lucky if he was alive when Sharpay had found out about him being a wreck.

"Fine then, but you're lucky it's Saturday, Durham would not be pretty if you stayed home from work because of that," Chad said in a dramatic tone, making Troy chuckle slightly until his head reminded him that he was still alive.

The glory of having a best friend like Chad was definitely the way he always made Troy laugh (or, well, there was still this one time when Chad told his parents about when he walked in on a fifteen-year-old Troy and his girlfriend at the time, having some private activities. Oh yeah, that was not a pretty moment), with his dumb or overdramatic comments. He'd met Chad in pre-school, when the teacher paired them up together for a drawing contest (which, unfortunately, they lost since the only thing they did, was yell at each other and throw crayons on each other), he'd shared his lunch with Chad in middle school when he "forgot his lunch". Chad had been the one going with Troy in the ambulance when he broke his arm in 8th grade. Troy had practically lived at Chad's house through freshman year when his parents were fighting all the time. On the winter break of senior year, Chad had been the one to invite Troy and his family over to the cabin they had at Croascount Resort. And when college was over, Troy had been the one to arrange the jobs at CR they now had. To sum it all together, they'd been sharing, they'd been fighting, but in the end none of them could live without the others friendship and brotherly love they'd built through their 22 years of knowing each other.

-

The cold wind rang through her ears, catching the untied hair with force, her cheeks stinging. But the air she forced into her lungs was nothing but healing and comforting for Gabriella. The black and red snowboard swished smoothly over the white snow down Croascount's highest hill, clouds of the beautiful gleaming snow spread around the petite girl, making her imperceptible. Even if you watched closely, you couldn't see the bothered and upset look on the girl's face. Or how her heart was tumbling like a rapid vibrator in her petite chest.

It wasn't the fact that she'd kissed the man she didn't want anything to do with, not either that she'd let him kiss her in the first place. It was the fact that, after all that she'd told herself, she had never felt more alive inside than the seconds Troy Bolton's lips was on hers. Not even this, riding down the most famous hill in the entire world on her snowboard alone, could compare to the sparks, lust and living feelings she'd felt. And when it finally downed on her that Troy Bolton had pulled his well known and famous action on her, she couldn't do anything else than go insane. Could you blame her? A guy you dislike with such passion because he's a player pulls his trigger on you and you fall for it. Would you jump in joy and happiness?

She hadn't told Sharpay and Taylor, knowing that they would kill her (well, at least the blonde one) when they found out, didn't matter. This was something she was embarrassed of, almost ashamed. The tricks of Troy Bolton had worked on Gabriella Montez, and that she would not go around and announce, to say it all in one, she wasn't really proud of it.

And she would never admit to a living human soul that she'd liked what the blue-eyed boy did to her.

Oh well, so she thought…

-

Troy walked out from his daily work hour in the ski-shop. Sighing big and revealing as he strolled down the hotel lobby to one of the restaurants. The sleep didn't seem to feel like catching up with him, he'd spent every night at the hillside for the past few days. Chad had suggested he booked a appointment at the doctors in Colorado, asking them to give him some sleeping pills but Troy had said no. He didn't need the pills, he needed the petite brunette beauty that sat in the spot he'd normally sit facing his best friend at their favourite table, laughing at something his best friend just said, joined by her two best friends and another worker, Mark.

Troy's heart flipped, the reason far more than one reason. The jealousy towards his best friend stung deep in him, envy with his best friend because of his power to make her laugh, make her smile that heart melting smile that he would give anything to see when he said something. Rising and thudding harder because she was sitting at his table, where he soon would sit. His blood rose when he saw that Mark sat on the other side of Gabriella, clearly interested in making her his next 'mark's-eternety-long-i-have-to-have-sex-list-with'.

"Well, well, well, look who's find her way out of her home," Troy said, in an amused tone as he walked down through the tables, finally standing at the end of the table with all ten eyes on him. Two of them turning back in the different direction when she saw who it was, continuing talking like she hadn't noticed him.

"That was so funny, Chad, I wish I could've seen that."

Troy frowned, but quickly covered it with a 'sneeze' when the eyes of a particularly blonde landed on him. Why did she avoid him? Pretend like he didn't exist, that was not very nice, and it made him self-conscious – wait, what? Troy Bolton did not get self-conscious, not at any point. What the hell was he thinking?

Chad laughed and nodded while wiping his tears, motioned for Troy to sit down. "Hey dude, we were just talking about you. I told the girl's here about that time on your 21st birthday, when you ran out in bare underwear in front of the whole CR personal," he laughed, and pounded him in the back.

They were talking about him? Was Gabriella laughing at him? Or with him?

Troy shot a cold look at Chad and sat down. "Thanks so much," he muttered, and started to rip the wrapping off his sandwich.

The talking went on while Troy just sat and ate his lunch in silence, glaring out the window with his thoughts everywhere else than the conversation about where they should eat dinner tonight. He just listened with one ear while the other half of him thought of different ways to get back at Chad.

But Chad wasn't the one who was going to get the cold side.

"Well, we could hang at my place," Mark started. "My house is big enough, we could watch some cool movies on the flat screen in the…" Troy's mind cut it there. He was too tired to hear of Mark's rich bitchy talk. He just wanted to impress, and Troy never really liked him anyways.

But when Mark started to pull his arm over the back of Gabriella's chair, and tell her about how big his house were, "It's three levels, I prefer the third one, because that's the one that has the gym and swimming pool. I could show you-" Troy had had enough.

"You're not even going to be there and I don't think Gabriella is even slightly interested in your fuck up of a home, so I suggest you shut your little rich mouth before I do it for you, Henderson," Troy snapped, his eyes cold as they ever could be. Mark's eyes went wide at what Troy said, and he shot a cold glance back at Troy. Knowing that he shouldn't do anything, Mark excused himself and walked away with stern steps, leaving a very frustrated and angry Troy, and a confused Gabriella behind.

Gabriella watched Troy carefully while he went back to glaring down in the table and eating his sandwich. His eyes were dark and the expression on his face gave away that he was very annoyed with someone or something. Gabriella had a clue about what, but she had no idea why.

Troy finished his lunch and rose from his chair. "I'll see you…" he mumbled, and with movements that showed off his mood he left the table, walking by the trashcan where he threw the wrapping from his sandwich.

She wouldn't let him get away with this. "I'll see you guys later," she said quickly, and left the table.

She ran down the lobby after Troy, looking for him everywhere. But it wasn't until she was at the end of the other side on the hotel that she found him, ignoring the thought of how he could've got there in such short time. "Troy!"

Troy turned around at his name, watching the petite girl half running towards him. "What do you want, Montez?" he muttered, he really wasn't in the right mood to fight with her right now. He had enough to thing about after the confirmation that Mark was after her.

"What the hell was that all about?" Gabriella asked in a harsh voice.

Troy's eyes shot up to meet hers, glaring back at her with cold ones. "I just protected you from being one of Henderson's whores," he shrugged, but his voice still cold. Was she really going to be mad at him for that? That was just insane.

"What if I liked him? He was nice, Bolton! And you're not my father, you don't decide who I like and don't like." Her voice was low, threatening.

Oh right, this is Montez we talk about.

Troy got really mad now, she didn't understand. "You don't understand, Gabriella. Mark uses girls´, he is not looking for a relationship in any way, he just wants them in bed and then he's done. I was just trying to be nice, as a friend." Jeez, she was really some wired animal that just wouldn't want to be tamed.

"For your record, I liked him, and he's more of a human than a dick like you. I can take care of myself just fine, thank you." And with that she stomped away, head held high and her boots clicking against the floor.

"Fuck you, Montez."

-

"Could you two share lift, its many people who wants to ride today."

Gabriella just nodded and stepped aside, letting the other person the lift worker were talking to step on her other side. She was tired, and annoyed. All she wanted to do was ride the hills till her muscles were sore to the point that she couldn't stand anymore.

"You could at least have said thanks, Montez. I was just trying to be nice, no need to go all freaked on me." Her head shot up again, she hadn't even bothered to look who the worker gave the lift to other than her. But oh, how she regretted it now.

"Thank you for acting like an ass, daddy Bolton," she said in a fake angelic voice, while she glared at Troy.

"That's my girl," Troy smiled brightly. He really knew how to annoy Gabriella to the point where she just wanted to… She didn't even know what she wanted to do; nothing seemed to be good enough for the jackass.

The fact that Troy looked as sexy as ever when he buckled the snowboard on his feet ten minutes later didn't help Gabriella at all. It shouldn't be a surprise to her that he was a snowboarder, she'd seen his name on the list of workers, and it had said that he was a snowboard teacher for kids.

"I didn't know you were a snowboarder, Montez," Troy smirked when they started to slide in a slow rate.

It suddenly felt like she was a beginner. She'd been snowboarding pretty much since she was born, but when Troy was gliding skilled on her side it was like she had to concentrate on every move she made to not fall. It was like she was fighting against something she couldn't break. She wasn't herself anymore, her mind and heart didn't work together anymore.

Gabriella's lungs filled with fresh air, and her head felt clearer than it had done in years. Her senses felt free when she flew down the hill. The snowboard glided with the perfect slide, and she couldn't have asked for anything else.

Troy had glided off to take the wood track. She could still see him sometimes, because the track was just beside the hill. Her heart beat faster with every trick he did. He jumped over the jump, always landing perfect in the snow again, swaying back and forth with such grace that Gabriella didn't know someone could have on a snowboard.

But the seventh time Troy was going to jump, he came wrong and fell. Gabriella's heart stopped and she exploded in worry when he didn't rise again. She jumped to the side and unbuckled her snowboard, and ran to Troy as fast as she could in the snow and her boots.

"Troy?!" she said worried as she hurried to him. "Troy, are you oka-" she interrupted herself when she saw his head; blood was slowly making its way down his right side under his beanie.

Troy opened his eyes again, a pained expression on his beautiful features. "I'm fine; I just hit my head a bit."

"I can see that. Come on, do you have a first aid kit here somewhere? "She asked as she helped him up. She thought Troy would know where the nearest cabin with that stuff would be since he worked here.

Gabriella stopped and looked up at the house in front of her, and then back at Troy. "Why are you taking me to Chad's house?" Troy turned around on the first step and watched Gabriella's confused and annoyed expression. "I'm not in a fucking joking mood here, Bolton," she said, in an irritated way that Troy found incredible sexy.

He chuckled. "This is my house, Montez." Gabriella's eyes grew wider and darker at the same time. "Who said it was Chad's?" he then asked, confused. Gabriella's cheeks burnt like they were on fire. She made a clear note in the back of her head to have a serious talk with her friend, Sharpay Evans.

But while the madness at her best friend faded, the excitement overtook her. She'd been in Troy's house (well, not that she was aware of it at the time, but still), she'd actually seen the most personal space of the guy that she disliked with a passion. And in somehow, it made her excited, curious to find out more about him, get her theories proved right, and show everyone that Gabriella Montez could be very observing and smart in the case.

"Do you find my home addictive, Montez?" The smirk that was playing on his lips made her determined about at least one thing, Troy Bolton would always be a cocky bastard.

Instead of starting some lame and boring discussion, that she knew Troy wouldn't understand or take serious anyway, Gabriella just muttered something alone the lines, "Very", and continued to look around, doing her best to not reveal how curious she actually was.

"Do you have a first aid kit?" Gabriella asked, the irritation in her voice clearly showing as Troy sat down on one of his large sofas.

Troy chuckled slightly, apparently Gabriella didn't try to hide her irritation, and if she did then she was awful at it. "Walk past the stairs, down the hall towards the play room, halfway down there is a cabinet on your right. It should be there somewhere."

"Why are you keeping a first aid kit so far away? You do realize that if you were loosing more blood you'd be dead by the time I'm back." Oh yeah, Gabriella really did no effort in trying to hide how stupid she thought Troy was.

"If I lost more blood, I think and hope you would've called an ambulance helicopter and not drag me to my house, so it's fine," Troy smirked smartly, making Gabriella frown in annoyance and stomp off towards the hall, wondering what side of her that worried about the idiot 15 minutes earlier.

"The other hall!" Gabriella groaned in anger and spun around again, ignoring the chuckling Troy when she passed him in the living room.

She took the opportunity to look around as she walked down the hall, and she could not say that she was not impressed. Troy had a good taste in design. The walls were a shadow of light creamy gold and big black/white pictures were hanging on them.

Gabriella found the kit quickly and hurried back to the living room again. She sat down in front of Troy on the table and looked at his wound. His golden bangs were hanging into it and without thinking; Gabriella lifted her hand and brushed them away.

It wasn't the fact that the blood were half dried, or that it was very dirty that made her heart shiver and tingles of warmth going from her hands through her entire body. Troy's golden locks were so soft and his skin was like silk.

Gabriella couldn't seem to think, she knew she had to stop this and it wasn't like she didn't want to, but the feelings she'd got when she touched him made her mute.

"Gabriella, are you okay?" She heard Troy's faint voice, and she shook her head quickly to gain her focus again.

"What? Oh, uh… Yes, uh can you hold your hand here so your hair doesn't fall back again?" she said, feeling slightly awkward. Troy lifted his hand and placed it where Gabriella said, their hands brushed when she pulled her hand away, and the electric warmth shot through her again. 'Come on, Gabriella, focus' she thought and fought to not brush their skins again.

Gabriella worked in silence, concentrating very hard to clean the wound free from every dirty piece of whatever that had find their way to it, and when she was done the darkness had fallen. Troy smiled in appreciation when he let go of his hair, leaving it to form with the other hair on his right side, looking more beautiful than ever with the plaster right above his right brow. "Thank you."

Gabriella just smiled and avoided to look into his eyes. "I'm gonna go and throw this away," she gestured to the dirty cotton she'd used. "You… should lie down." She hurried into the kitchen and threw the cotton in the trashcan, and then leaned over the counter. 'You should lie down? What the fuck, Montez, you hate him!'

She dropped her head into her hands, feeling given up. "Why? It's not nice to leave the guests bored in your own home," a husky voice breathed in a whisper in Gabriella's ear. She jumped in surprise and turned around with a 'swish'.

Troy was standing closer than she'd thought. His intense eyes were darker than before, refused to look away from hers.

A million thoughts ran through her head, maybe he just wanted some company, maybe he just wanted something from the kitchen. But when Troy stepped closer, there was only one thought left in Gabriella's head; maybe he wanted something entire else, something that did not have anything to do with food or company. Well, not in the way she'd thought.

Gabriella's breath hitched, the space between them was smaller than a baby's body, but she had to remind strong and cold. She could do this; she would NOT be one of his girl's. "What do you want, Bolton?" She thanked someone up above for giving her the strength in her voice, and she straightened herself a bit.

Troy didn't say a word. His eyes were still on hers, hypnotizing her with the unbelievable beautiful eyes of his. He stepped closer, step by step, and the next thing she knew, their bodies were pressed up against each other and she was trapped. His body heat made her senses weak, and the blood started to rush through her entire body.

Gabriella's eyes lifted slowly to look into Troy's. Brown met blue, blue met brown.

Without a warning, Troy's lips came crashing down on hers, giving her no space to pull away as he pressed her up against the counter, his hands on each side of her. His skilful lips just massaged hers, working to get a response, just anything.

Did anyone else notice how many times I wrote 'Gabriella' in there? Anyways, reviews would make me so so happy (if anyone reads this, i mean). So don't be shy, just throw it at me :)