I feel you creeping, I can see it from my shadow
Why don't you jump in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place and just kick it like TaeBo
And possibly bend you over look back and watch me

Smack that all on the floor
Smack that give me some more
Smack that 'till you get sore
Smack that

The loud music was pumping through the club. People were sweating from dancing to the song, it was filled with so much sexual references and mixing it with the good amount of alcohol that was selling, people at Croascount Resort were high on it. Grinding, dancing some were even in the middle of foreplay.

Gabriella had gotten to the club a few hours earlier with her friends', and the few drinks they'd made her drink had only made her relax a little better. She was now grinding with a random guy on the dance floor, not aware of the piercing blue orbs that were glued on her moving form from behind the bar.

She was not aware of the hard on she was giving him, just dancing like she was. Nor did she know about the blood that was rushing through his veins, making his whole body boil. Her dark hair flowing around her as she danced, her killers of heels, her mini-dress but most of all, the look on her face. Her cheeks were flushed, showing that she really put all of her energy to the dancing. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyes dark. It was impossible for every single person in that room to read what her expression said, it was lust, it was hate, it was passion and it was frustration.

Damn she looked fine.

"Yo, Troy, dude! Over here!" The blue sapphires tore away from the beauty that was currently having her back against the stranger and bending up and down. Searching for the voice that had called for him, Troy sighed in relief when he saw his best friend waving at him a bit further down the bar.

Chad sat at the end of the bar with company of no other then Sharpay Evans. It was a bit of a surprise for him, but he couldn't have cared less at the moment. He just wanted to be near someone who he knew. And someone who knew the exotic brunette that was giving him some kind of punishment from the dance floor…

"Hey man, what's up?" Troy said as he bent over to do the normal guy handshake with Chad. "Hey Sharpay, what are you guys doing here?"

For a moment, the blonde girl just looked at the sandy-haired boy like he was the biggest idiot in the world for asking that question. But luckily, the best friend hurried to step in and save him some harsh words. "You know, just chilling. There really isn't much else to do up here. Do you need any help by the way? I noticed that you were one man short."

Shaking his head, Troy made some drinks for his friends while he said, "Nah, it's okay man. You have the night off and I think we're handling it pretty good so far."

While he mixed the drinks they had asked for, his eyes sneaked up and watched over the bar to make sure that she was still there. Her body as appealing as ever and he had to use most of his power to turn his eyes away before something uncomfortable would happen around his lower body parts.

This, of course, didn't go unnoticed by the blonde haired, Sharpay Evans. As a matter of fact, she's studied the guy's every movement and at last she saw who his eyes seemed to turn to every third second. Her best friend. Of course, she smirked. They had had some chemistry since the first time they met and everyone with eyes could see that they had some kind of attraction to the other, whether they knew it or not.

"So where's Taylor and that…" he paused. "Gabriella girl?"

Sharpay raised a perfect shaped eyebrow at him. "Oh don't talk about her like you don't know her at all, Troy Bolton. You know damn well who she is and there is no reason for you to pretend that you don't, so stop the 'Gabriella girl'." Her tone was harsh and demanding.

"Damn right, I know her," he thought to himself. "Whoa, chill Sharpay. There's no need to go all mad at me for a slip, okay?"

He only got a glare back and Chad, who had been watching the whole conversation hurried to step in. "Taylor's home not feeling well, and Gabriella is dancing." Like Troy didn't know she was dancing, he'd been watching her the whole fucking night.

Deciding he wouldn't talk, nor think about the brunette, Troy instead turned towards his best friend again. "And you didn't offer to stay home with her? Damn man, I think I understand why she's not feeling well," he joked, a smirk now playing over his handsome face.

"Hey man, I tried, believe me. But she insisted that I would take Gabriella out, mumbling something about needing it, whatever, and I got Sharpay on the way," Chad defended himself, trying to make his friend look at it from his point of view. Oblivious to his joking.

-

Gabriella was breathing heavy as she made her way through the dancing people towards the bar, desperate to get something to cool her off and find her friends. As she stepped off the dance floor and searched the crowd at the bar, she caught the big afro and the blonde extensions talking and laughing with someone behind the bar. Stepping closer, she saw the sandy-brown hair, the dazzling blue eyes and beautiful smile laughing together with them.

Her stomach tied in knots as she wished that she'd be the one he was laughing with. And her already hot body seemed to be set on fire when his elegant form moved up and down the bar to serve different costumers their drinks, while still talking to his friends.

Nearing them slowly, she took several breaths to calm down, smoothing out the dark blue dress nervously and trying to make her cheeks less flushed by placing her hands on them. But it didn't seem to help, because she was burning all over.

"Hey Gabs, do you want something to drink?" Chad greeted with a grin when he saw her walking towards them.

"Just water, please." Gabriella sat down on an empty chair on the other side of Chad, looking the other way as he called for Troy and ordered her water.

Without even looking at Gabriella, Troy handed Chad her water and walked away, determined to keep the promise he made himself just minutes earlier. No talking, no looking and no thinking.

-

Troy let out a big sigh when he turned in his bed for the thousand time that night. He had been really tired when he closed the club a few hours earlier, but it seemed like that was then. His head was spinning with nothing particular, but still, he couldn't sleep. His body was tense and the bed seemed too soft for his liking.

Sighing again, he sat up and rubbed his eyes. It was clearly that sleep wasn't an option right now, even though the clock showed 2:36am.

Gabriella breathed in a deep breath as she watched the view from the Hillside. Its breathtakingly nature never seemed to stop amaze her, and she was happy that she'd found it. Her thoughts could go free and she always left the place feeling better than when she came, even if it was just the slightest.

It had been a weird night. Despite that she'd only drunk two drinks that night, she knew it was too much and she could feel the headache creeping in her head. She'd danced with a complete stranger. And to top it all off, Troy had ignored her for the entire night.

"The guy didn't have enough pride to buy you a drink?" She knew the voice. With a smirk on her lips, she turned around and wasn't surprised at all to see no other but Troy standing there in all his glory. Damn, he looked gorgeous in the sweatpants and big snowboard jacket, beanie and hands in his pockets.

"As a matter of fact, yes he did but I said no. He was a pushy," she said in her sweet voice. For a few seconds, Troy shuddered; he'd never heard such a soft and amazing voice, and it never seemed to stop surprise him.

It was weird that both of them understood what the other talked about without having to ask.

"Well then, he was lucky he got to… I don't really call that dancing, more like grinding with you, at least." Troy smirked when Gabriella's jaw dropped at his words. But he did not take it back, because it was true, she was grinding.

"I did not-"

"Oh you so did, sweetheart."

Gabriella's eyes turned into ice and her lips stretched into a thin line. Troy had gone too far this time, and she was furious.

"How dare you, Bolton?" She breathed out, her voice in a harsh whisper. "Who do you think you are telling me what I'm doing? If you thought I was grinding, why the fuck did you watch, huh? Bet you wish you were that guy, I bet your pants were so hard against your too cocky erection that it hurt like hell and you had to hide it to your co-workers. You just don't know when it's time to stop, do you, Troy?" She spit the last word with such disgust that it made Troy's senses kick in.

With one swift movement, he had her pinned against the railing, one arm on each side of her. "Oh, I did, Gabriella. And I think you wish that I was the one pressing my cock in your ass while you grinded down my frame, don't you?"

With eyes on fire and nowhere to escape, Gabriella decided that she would not loose this argument. He had no right to talk to her in that way and she would show him that she was not some kind of piece of meat that men could just throw on the bed and fuck and walk out.

"In your dreams, Troy. The day you have your frame pressed into my ass this earth won't exist." The harsh words didn't seem to have any other effect than lust.

Before a reply came from him, before Gabriella even had the chance to notice that dark hint of lust in his blue sapphires, his body pressed up against hers and his lips came down on hers in a hard, yet passionate kiss.

"Just like now, Gabriella? When I have my frame pressed up on your frame, kissing you with a lust filled with so much passion that it amazes you how quickly I can change your mind? Because from what I see, the world's still spinning and we're perfectly fine," he whispered against her lips.

A moan that she couldn't fight back slipped from her slightly open lips, and Troy bit down harsh on them, swallowing it. Her back pressed against the railing so tight that she could feel every piece of ice cold wood, but at the same time, the heat from Troy's body that was pressing into her frame was so much stronger, and her entire body was on fire.

She couldn't stop herself from closing her eyes and moaning and groaning when his lips made his way down her throat and neck. It wouldn't be a surprise to her if she woke the entire resort with her loud noises, but she couldn't care less at the moment. All she could think about was how good Troy Bolton's lips felt on her skin, and how much she wanted him to fill her again, make her whole again.

Biting, sucking and licking down her neck, making sure to leave a mark, Troy whispered, "You're screwing me Gabriella," he bit down harsher, making her groan out in both pain and pleasure. "You're screwing me all over so fucking hard."