A/N; hello, if anyone still reads :) well, 12 chapters in almost a year, not saying I'm proud x) but what can I say, I have no excuses for the last couple of months. Except I've been to Thailand, and let me tell you, it's fucking amazing :) Enjoy this chapter, and thanks for reviews I've gotten on earlier chapters, that's why this is out, they make me smile :)

Gabriella sighed as she stepped inside her room again. If she wasn't tired before, then this was it. She was not only tired because of lack from sleep, but in her mind too. Things had taken an unknown turn that night and she had not been ready for it, not knowing what to do when he pressed his hard frame against her.

He had made her so mad when he'd told her what she was and was not doing. Anger had boiled like hot water inside her and she had used all her power to not slap the stupid cocky smirk that had played over his face when he'd spoken the words. She hated it when people told her what to do when it was none of their business, and then when he, a guy she didn't even know came and told her stupid things her insides turned like fire. But instead of slapping him, she'd been cold towards him and hissed her reply.

But when he then - without anything as a tiny little warning – had pressed her against the railing, she'd lost everything she wanted to say to him.

Gabriella shivered at the words he'd mumbled against her neck. If it was because of the cold air, or because it was him she didn't know. All she knew was that she was fucking enjoying it, whether she was willing to confess that later or not.

"It's… not… my… fault… Bolton," she mumbled between moans and groans. All she wanted him to do was find the nearest empty room and fuck her brains out. The effect he was having on her was unbelievable. Her mind was completely blank and all she could think about was how good his muscled hard frame felt against her, and how his mouth did wonders to her neck, jaw and lips.

Troy groaned at her reactions. He hadn't thought her response would be this good, and it made him so fucking hard. The small sounds that escaped her mouth had him almost exploding where he was standing, with her in front of him, almost begging for him.

"Damn it, Gabriella," he groaned. His hands travelled down her hips and stroked the bare skin that was showing. Her lips seek his again and his tongue found hers in no time, duelling, fighting for dominance. She was good; she didn't give up the battle. "You're not screwing that fucker again, you hear me?" Troy groaned again, his lips still on hers. His hips pushed against her forcefully, showing her he meant what he said.

Biting down hard on his bottom lip she said, "And what makes you think that I'll do as you say?" She bucked her hips back against him, feeling him through his sweets, he was hard already. A grin spread over her lips when she felt what she did to him, he was completely under her power and her senses started to kick in again. Her hands wandered down his hips, over his thighs, missing the bulge on purpose as he bucked and begged for her to touch it.

"You will," he managed to get out. Her hands on his thighs made him shiver; she stroked them slowly, too slowly for his liking. The hiss of breath that escaped through his teeth turned into clouds in front of him, and slowly over Gabriella's face. She wasn't bothered, but just smiled up at him as they caught eyes with each other.

"But you see, Troy, that's where you're wrong," Gabriella whispered and pushed him away. Since Troy was too busy to catch his breath as only seconds earlier her hands were on his thighs, he stumbled backwards a bit before he caught his balance again. "You're not my boyfriend, nor best friend, so you better stay away from me with your cocky comments and arrogant demands as long as you're going to act like a complete bastard."

And with that, she stepped away from him and made her way around the corner of the small building. Leaving Troy with not only a boner, but her words ringing through his ears.

Troy stumbled across his living room as he made his way towards his bedroom. His mind was completely ragged, his senses not working like he had wanted them to do after what had happened only a few minutes earlier.

The words Gabriella had said before she left was still going through his head, making him feel a bit dizzy. Troy knew he was a bit cocky sometimes, he had always been and it was a part of his personality. That had been one of the main things to why he had been so popular in High School when he was younger, that and because he had been the basketball captain. But it was him, and it had never accrued to him, nor had anyone ever told him that it was too much. People liked him because of his cockiness and self-confidence. Hearing that she was tired of how he talked, acted, whatever word she'd used, was like saying that she was tired of him. And even though he told him it was not because of that, it hurt like hell to hear that, especially from her.

Damn it, he thought to himself. It is time to do something about the situation. And instead of turning to the right down the corridor, he made a U-turn and walked straight back to the hallway where he'd left his cell phone. Working quickly through the iPhone menu he found the number he was searching for and put the phone to his ear, waiting impatient for the person on the other end to pick up.

"This better be good, Bolton, or I swear I'll kill you," the muffled voice on the other end said. Troy laughed at Chad's words but quickly went silent as he remembered why he really had called at the late hour.

"I need your help, man." These were words that was almost unknown by Troy Bolton. He rarely spoke them, and if he did, Chad knew he was serious, but that didn't stop him from groaning as he turned to check the watch on his night-stand.

"At three-fucking-fifty? Shit Bolton, what have you done?" he sighed, but sat up in his bed to make sure that he didn't fall asleep again. They'd been best friends since kindergarten for a reason after all.

Troy raised one of his eyebrows. "What makes you think that I have done something?"

"Don't be a Sharpay, dude. Just tell me already so I can go back to bed."

"Okay sorry, well you were right, I've done something. Something really stupid, or well, I wouldn't call it stupid." He smiled to himself at the things he and Gabriella had done, the good things.

"Just fucking tell me!"

Troy came back to reality from his friends' outburst. "Erhm, right… well, you know that Gabriella and I am having a bit of a rough time to get along with each other?" he paused to make sure that he still had his friend with him, when he heard Chad humming on the other end, he continued. "Well in public, and well overall I guess. But we… I uhm… Wesleptwitheachother." He breathed out in relief, it was finally out and it felt better than he'd expected it to.

Despite the fact that he was only half-awake, despite the fact that it was in the middle of the night, and despite the fact that Troy had just said those words without any space in-between, Chad Danforth was not stupid, and he'd heard every single word his best friend just told him. And for some strange reason that he was not going to care about at this moment, it did not surprise him at all. Because somewhere, when it came down to it, it was as if it was written in the stars (damn, that sounded pretty damn geeky, he thought to himself) that Troy and Gabriella would sleep with each other (not that he cared or anything), and end up… well, somewhere else.

"So?"

Troy's mouth fell open, after what he'd just told his best friend, the only thing he had to say was "so"? "Dude! Did you not hear me? I fucking slept with her," he hissed, afraid of speaking too loud, maybe she was hiding somewhere, laughing at him because he ran to his best friend worrying.

"I heard you very well, stop hissing at me, Bolton," Chad muttered half irritated into the phone. "What's your big problem?"

"My big problem?! I'll tell you what it is. We didn't get along, we slept with each other, we still don't get along, she teases me, I tease her, she gets furious with me and we still don't get along. She's like a fucking roller-coaster; one second she's all over me and the next she's practically screaming her lungs out at me."

"Dude, stop whining over the girl. I feel bad for her," Chad chuckled, but became serious when he heard Troy about to hiss at him again on the other end. "I'm serious dude, what are you doing to her? She's never been like this before, and I've known her for a pretty long time of my life. Are you playing with her feelings or something?"

It was Troy's turn to laugh. "Playing with her- dude, I'm telling you there are no feelings attached in this… weird thing that's going on between me and Gabriella." And even though he said it out loud, there was a small pull at his heart that went unnoticed by Troy.

"Fix it."

"Dude, I'm telling you, I'm trying to get on her good side-"

"Then try harder, I'm going to bed now."

"What, dude! I need your help!"

"I can't fix your fuck up's, Troy. You need to fix your own problems now, and I'm telling you as your friend, and Gabriella's friend, fix it, whatever it is just fucking fix it. Goodnight." And with less than two seconds he'd disconnected Troy, leaving him no better than he'd felt when he'd called for help.

"So much for help," Troy muttered as he threw the phone on his couch and glared out the big windows. It was still dark, but because of the snow it was not completely dark, but peaceful and very, very beautiful.

He sighed, threw one last glare at his lifeless phone and then made his way to bed.

-

Gabriella on the other hand, could still not fall asleep. Her eyes stung, her body ached and her head was spinning, but she could still not sleep. She sat on the balcony, her big and thick down comforter around her and a photo in her hand.

Her eyes didn't sting because she was tired.

Her body didn't ache because she was tired.

And her head was definitely not spinning because she was tired.