Brief Encounter

Summary: Can anything good come from a mix-up?

Disclaimer: High School Musical and all of its characters belong to Disney. I just have them on secondment. The lyrics are from Allelujah by Fairground Attraction.

A/N: Warning! There is a lot of swearing in this chapter as you can imagine lol!

"I know but he's va-va-voom." Taylor stammered blushing madly.

Commando

Chad parked up in his underground garage space and nudged Troy on the arm.

"Hey Troy, wake up buddy, we're home." Troy groaned and opened his eyes, looking around groggily, reaching up to rub his eyes.

"Man, I needed that," he said tiredly. "Coach dragged that meeting on way too long." Chad nodded in agreement.

"Yea, but he wants to make sure we're ready for Miami Heat tomorrow."

"I guess. We'll stuff 'em good and proper, he should know that." Troy added confidently. Chad grinned as he locked the car with his fob and followed Troy up the stairs.

"Troy, you still got that note from the Gabriella chick?" Troy looked puzzled and raised his eyebrows.

"Now what does he want that for?" Troy pondered as he opened the door to the apartment.

"Only…I was thinking of asking her flatmate on a date." Chad added sheepishly. Troy chuckled.

"Yeah, somewhere I think," he replied vaguely knowing full well he already had the number stored in his cell phone. Chad hurried in and immediately started searching the most likely places whilst Troy walked into the lounge and sunk onto the sofa with a sigh of relief.

"Never again. I am never drinking again." Troy promised himself silently.

"Dude, gives us a clue?" muttered a frustrated Chad as he moved mail and magazines haphazardly from the sideboard. Troy sighed trying to think.

"Try top drawer," he suggested waving his hand at the sideboard. Chad slid the drawer open and shuffled through the contents blindly.

"Where?" Chad moaned. Troy sighed and pushed himself off the sofa to go and find it.

"No rest for the bloody wicked," he muttered silently. He flicked through the sheaf of papers before pulling it out between his fingers. Chad snatched it from him.

"Not eager much?" Troy jeered sarcastically. Chad blushed.

"Yeah well, we were cut short last night," he said accusingly, giving Troy the evil eye. Troy smirked.

Suddenly a sharp buzz followed by a long continuous one resounded through the apartment. Chad and Troy looked at each other worriedly.

"You're on your own buddy." Chad said offering a commiserating smile. He waved the note in front of Troy and disappeared into his bedroom. Troy sighed and went to answer the door and stop the stringent ringing.

"BOLTON! I know you're in there. I'm staying here until you answer the damn door," shouted an angry voice from the other side of the door. Troy stood there debating whether to leap from the balcony and escape. He rubbed his hand through his shaggy locks.

"Nah! Better not, I'd only break a leg or something then lose my place on the team and not get paid and not be able to see Gabi for weeks," he reasoned with his subconscious.

"Dude! For fuck's sake, answer the damn door, will you? We'll end up homeless," shouted a worried Chad from the bedroom door concerned about the neighbours. Troy sighed again and opened the door.

"About fucking time Bolton." Sharpay muttered as she stormed through the door, pushing him to one side. A meek Zeke followed behind mouthing sorry to Troy as he passed him. Troy stood there pushing a nervous hand through his hair again before rubbing the nape of his neck.

"Should I just walk out and leave them to it?" He thought worriedly having seen Sharpay's face. He shook his head resignedly as he shut the door and trudged slowly down the hallway towards the lounge to face the music.

"Want a drink?" Troy offered hopefully trying to put off the inevitable.

"I wouldn't say no," replied Zeke trying to defuse the situation that was reaching boiling point. Sharpay glared at Zeke for interfering with her built up rant. Troy turned and hurried out of the room grateful to get a respite. He took the Chablis out of the fridge along with three bottles of beer. He poured Sharpay a glass and carried them through to the lounge. He handed Sharpay the glass of wine and passed a bottle of beer to Zeke leaving the other two on the coffee table.

"Did you have a good time last night?" Troy asked innocently.

"Duh! Idiot. Why did you say that?" Troy thought kicking himself.

"Erm! Let me think about that for a nano second…NO!" Sharpay shouted scowling at him.

"Well you looked like you were having a good time," he replied a puzzled look on his face.

"Oh I was. Until some ASSHOLE got wasted and spoiled it all." Sharpay spat at him.

"Look, I'm really sorry Shar," he stuttered.

"Cut the crap Troy. You got pissed out of your mind so much so that you couldn't stand up straight. You then forced us to cut the night short when I was having such a blast, oh! And to top it all you ruin a brand new pair of 750 dollar Manolo Blahnik shoes. MY FUCKING SHOES!" Sharpay screamed at him her voice rising in decibels as she got to the end of her tirade. Troy waved his hands in front of him to ward her off as she advanced towards him.

"It must have been the champagne mixing with the beer," he offered as an excuse.

"Oh! Don't give me that," she shouted jabbing him in the chest with her index finger, her bright red painted talon making him wince with each thrust.

"Hey! That hurt," he moaned when one jab caught his nipple.

"HURT! HURT! I haven't even started yet," she snarled at him as Chad walked out of his bedroom, his cell still glued to his ear.

"Can you not shout?" Troy pleaded running a finger around his temple. His hangover had nearly subsided but her shouting was bringing it back with a vengeance.

"Aw! Feeling shitty today, are we?" Sharpay asked mockingly.

"Just a bit." Troy mumbled.

"Good. I'm so fucking glad you're suffering, you deserve to," she shouted with a malicious sneer on her face.

"God! You're such a cow." Troy said glaring at her.

"DICKHEAD!" Sharpay screamed in reply.

"BITCH!" Troy shouted.

Sharpay stared at him before flinging her wine in his face. The room went deathly quiet. Chad sucked in his breath and held the phone away from his ear. Troy stared at her in open-mouthed shock, wine dripped from his fringe, onto his nose before falling onto the wooden floor. Zeke gasped aloud before quickly grabbing hold of his fiancée's arm.

"Enough." Zeke said sternly. Sharpay glared at him, her chest rising and falling in agitation. She burst into tears and Zeke folded her into his arms, his hand rubbing her back soothingly.

"Thanks." Troy said sarcastically walking out of the room. Chad ducked back into his bedroom putting his cell back to his ear. The only sound in the room was Sharpay hiccupping against Zeke's chest.

Fifteen minutes later Troy came back wearing a change of clothes, damp hair and a towel hanging around his neck. He sighed and looked at Sharpay.

"Listen Shar. I am really, really sorry. Let me replace the shoes. It's the least I can do," he offered by way of an olive branch. Sharpay peeked at him from beneath Zeke's arm.

"I'm sorry too Troy. I shouldn't have thrown the wine at you. Now I haven't got anything to drink," she uttered handing out a backhanded apology that wasn't really one. Troy smiled ruefully.

"Is that the best I'm going to get?"

"Yep, it is." Sharpay smirked back. Troy shrugged and picked up her empty glass before going back to the kitchen to refill it. He came back in with a full glass.

"Promise me you'll drink it this time?" Troy asked holding it slightly away from her. Sharpay smiled mischievously.

"I'll think about it," she smirked.

"I guess that will have to do," Troy said resignedly watching her warily once he'd handed it over.

Gabriella and Taylor had just walked back in their apartment laden with various shopping bags. Taylor walked into the kitchen to make coffee while Gabriella dropped the bags at the side of the sofa, kicked off her shoes and flopped onto the sofa rubbing her aching feet. The phone rang and she reached over to answer it.

"555 78989, hello," she said into the mouthpiece.

"Hi, is that Taylor McKessie?"

"No. Do you want her?" Gabriella questioned.

"That would be good," the disembodied voice replied

"Who shall I say is calling?" Gabriella asked politely curious because she didn't recognise the voice.

"Chad…Chad Danforth," he answered.

"Oh! Hi. It's Gabriella, I'll just get her." Gabriella greeted grinning all over her face. She walked into the kitchen to see Taylor just finishing up the coffee.

"Hey Tay, I'll carry that through. Va-va-voom is on the phone." Gabriella announced with a smirk and a wiggle of her eyebrow. Taylor blushed and rushed into the lounge.

Gabriella carried the tray through placing it on the coffee table before sitting in the chair opposite the sofa. Taylor had a pink tinge to her cheeks and a sparkle in her eyes as she listened to Chad.

"Did you enjoy yourself last night?"

"Yeah, it was good and it got even better," she flirted.

"Sorry about Troy cutting it short," Chad replied.

"Yeah, that was bad timing and just when it was getting interesting," she said saucily. Gabriella's eyes popped. Taylor smirked at her reaction.

"Hmm! Yes it was. I keep thinking how it would have played out," he pondered huskily.

"Now that we will never know," she teased. Gabriella raised an eyebrow in question but Taylor just shook her head. Gabriella reached over and hit the plunger before pouring the coffee, leaning over and passing a cup to Taylor.

"So I was thinking…?" Chad started saying when Taylor heard shouting in the background.

"What was that?" she queried looking puzzled. Gabriella glanced over at her.

"Hang on, I'll check." Chad said walking out of his bedroom. Taylor could hear raised voices even more clearly and her eyes widened in shock as she heard

"DICKHEAD!"

"BITCH!"

Then she heard Chad gasp, then silence.

"Chad, Chad are you still there?" Taylor said into the phone. Gabriella was getting worried and her eyes clouded over.

"What the hell was going on?" Gabriella thought worriedly. She mouthed 'what" to Taylor but all Taylor did was shrug her shoulders trying to listen into the phone. She heard someone crying her eyes widening in concern.

"Chad, are you okay?" Taylor asked again. She sighed as she heard his voice.

"Sorry about that Taylor, world war three just ended," he commented into the mouthpiece with a chuckle.

"So what happened?" Taylor wanted to know. Chad chuckled.

"That was Sharpay giving Troy grief. She just threw her wine over him," he replied calmly. Taylor burst out laughing. Gabriella looked at her questioningly but Taylor just shook her head and smirked.

"I wish I'd seen that," she giggled into the phone.

"It wasn't pretty. Poor Troy. He's really rough today," Chad said sympathetically. Taylor giggled again.

"Serves him right," she replied callously. Gabriella glared at her finally realising who she was talking about.

"So, back to where we were, I was wondering if you fancied going out tonight?"

"What? Like a date?" Taylor asked.

"Well yeah. We could go for dinner somewhere," he suggested. Taylor blushed.

"Hmm! I'd like that. What time?"

"About 8? I'll pick you up outside your place." Chad replied.

"Okay. I'll see you then. Bye Chad" Taylor agreed closing the call and putting the phone on the table. Gabriella pounced as soon as she had hung up.

"What was that all about? What happened?" Taylor stared at her.

"So you don't care that your best friend in the whole world has a date? You're more interested in what was happening over there?" Taylor admonished her. Gabriella gaped at her feeling slightly guilty that what she said was true. She was more concerned to see if Troy was okay.

"Oh Tay! You know I'm really pleased for you. He seems like a nice guy from what I've seen" Gabriella gushed at Taylor going over to hug her.

"So what was going on?" Gabriella asked. Taylor smirked.

"Bolton was getting his ear bent by Sharpay." Taylor replied with a smirk. "Remind me to keep on the right side of her. Jeez that girl can scream." Taylor commented as she rose from the sofa and walked into her bedroom. Gabriella chased after her.

"So that's all I'm getting?" Gabriella demanded.

"What more could there be?" Taylor queried keeping a deadpan expression as she flicked through her wardrobe deciding what to wear.

"What do you think of this?" Taylor asked holding up a cream dress.

"Whatever." Gabriella replied offhandedly, glaring at her before turning and walking out of the bedroom in a huff. She went into her bedroom and picked up her cell, flicking through her contacts until she found the one she wanted. She started punching in her message before she pressed send.

Tay said there was shouting. RU OK?

Gabriella waited for the answering beep to let her know it had been received but her phone remained silent. She chewed her bottom lip wondering if he was all right as she cleared away the cups, taking them into the kitchen to put them in the dishwasher. She went back into the lounge, picked up her shopping bags and taking them into her bedroom, putting them away. She glanced around wondering what to do before making her decision, she changed into a pair of black jeans and a black long sleeved T-shirt studded with diamante DKNY letters across the bust-line. She picked up her writing pad, pen and phone and went through to the lounge, flicking on the stereo as she passed on her way to the balcony. Her latest CD oozed through the speakers and filtered out onto the balcony as she sat looking across the park. She kept glancing at the phone willing it to respond but it remained silent as she played with words on the pad.

So meet me on the corner at eight. Let's get out of this place.
We'll kiss the first of a million kisses and let the past fall away.

For your smile is a prayer that prays for love

And your heart is a kite that longs to fly.

She sat playing with the words for what seemed like hours waiting for her phone to beep, only coming out of her musings when she heard a phone ring and Taylor's footsteps tapping over the floor.

"Gabs I'm going now. Don't wait up," she winked. Gabriella smiled at her.

"Have a good time Tay and don't do anything I wouldn't do," she replied with a cheeky grin.

"Well that gives me plenty of scope then." Taylor replied with a smirk. "Later."

Gabriella sighed when she heard the front door slam. She glanced over the park but his building was in darkness apart from a faint glow that could have been his apartment but she wasn't sure. She hoped he was okay.

"Damn it! I can't sit here any longer," she cursed to herself as she picked up her stuff and took it into the lounge closing and locking the door behind her. She dropped them on the coffee table, keeping hold of her phone as she went to get her purse and car keys before walking out the door. She ran down the stairs and into the garage area to retrieve her car. She got in slamming the door behind her and revved the engine as she reversed out of her space, her tyres screeching as she accelerated out of her apartment complex.

Ten minutes later after parking on the street and locking her car, she walked into the foyer and walked up to the security desk.

"Is Troy Bolton at home?" Gabriella asked the man behind the desk politely. It was the same guy as before but he still looked her up and down.

"I'm not sure Madam. I can ring through, who should I say is calling?" He asked.

"Gabriella Montez." She replied with a smile. He turned away from her and punched numbers into a phone. She could hear him murmuring and her smile grew feeling confident that Troy was in. The guy turned around and pointed towards an area behind the reception desk.

"If you go through there you'll find an elevator, it's the fourth floor. Mr Bolton will meet you at the top," he instructed with a smile.

"Thank you." Gabriella said with a beaming smile. She hurried over to the elevator and entered punching the top button as it whisked her skywards. The doors swished open and Troy stood before her beaming his kilowatt smile. The lyrics she'd been playing around with came back to her mind and she smiled.

Hallelujah here I am

Let's cut the strings tonight

And we'll kiss the first of a million kisses.

She walked up to him and kissed him fully on the lips. He put his arms around her and deepened the kiss his tongue quickly entered her willing mouth, touching and tasting the sweetness inside. They broke apart panting.

"Now that is what I call a welcome," he greeted her. She smiled at him then scowled.

"You don't deserve it," she said sternly. He frowned at her.

"Why? What did I do?" he asked puzzled by her reply.

"You haven't answered your phone and I've been sat at home for hours worried Sharpay had killed you or something." Gabriella scolded him.

"Oh god Gabi, I'm sorry. I fell asleep as soon as she left. Its not every day you get mauled by a tiger, you know." Troy stated. Gabriella laughed at his expression.

"Hey! It's not funny. She was like the Tasmanian Devil." Gabriella laughed all the more.

"Aw! Poor baby. Do you want me to kiss it better?" Gabriella asked consolingly wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him again. He returned the kiss fervently, pushing her against the wall and running his hands up and down her body as she once more allowed him access to her mouth, their tongues entwining in a dance all of their own. Gabriella groaned as his hand touched the underside of her breast. Troy pulled his mouth from hers.

"Come inside. We don't want to give Tom too much entertainment now do we?" Gabriella pulled away startled.

"What do you mean?" Troy wished he'd kept his mouth shut.

"There are security cameras on each floor in the public areas," he said a flush rising in his cheeks as he pointed to the far corner. She whacked him on the arm and strode inside the open doorway.

"Damnit Troy! You could have told me," she moaned as he followed her inside and shut the door. Troy pushed his hand through his hair nervously.

"How could I tell you, you've never been here before," he whined grabbing her by the shoulders and twirling her around. "But I'm glad you're here now." He smiled down at her. She couldn't stay cross at him and a small smile played around her lips. She let out an involuntary giggle.

"I bet he thought it was his lucky night."

"Maybe," he agreed with a smirk. "I know it's mine." Troy added as he swooped down and captured her lips again. Gabriella placed her arms around his neck and pulled him close kissing him passionately in return, playing with the hair at the back of his neck subconsciously. Troy scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the lounge placing her on the sofa before coming down beside her. He ran his hands over her hair and face touching each feature gently before moving further down, stroking her neck, and following her contours down, lightly touching the side of her breast as he carried on his journey of discovery. Gabriella's breath hitched in her throat at his touch and she groaned breaking the marathon kiss. They lay there panting before Troy moved to sit up.

"I wanted to do that all last night," he growled his frustration of the previous night.

"I know Troy. I guess I was the lucky one," Gabriella sympathised with him but let him know she appreciated what he did for her in the club.

"Have you eaten?" Troy asked as his stomach rumbled. Gabriella shook her head.

"Not since lunchtime," she replied.

"Fancy a pizza? I'll order one in. Hot and spicy okay?" Troy offered. Gabriella nodded.

"Yea, that sounds good."

"Do you want a drink?" Troy asked getting up from the sofa.

"Sure, what have you got?" Gabriella queried following him into the kitchen.

"Take a look." Troy invited waving at the fridge while he rang through with the order for the pizza. Gabriella looked inside and spotted the Chablis. She took it out and Troy got a glass for her from the cabinet above his head. Troy snagged a beer and pulled off the cap. They leant against the units and sipped their chosen beverage.

"So what happened today? Taylor said Sharpay was screaming at you." Gabriella asked concern on her face.

"Yeah she was then she threw a glass of wine over me when I called her a bitch." Gabriella looked at him in amazement. Troy blushed in embarrassment.

"Hey! She called me a dickhead first," he moaned. Gabriella chuckled more at his expression.

"So it was pretty bad?"

"You could say that. She shouldn't complain too much, she's getting a new pair of shoes out of it." Troy grumbled.

"You're a good guy, Troy. I know why you got plastered but they don't." Gabriella said consolingly as she put her glass down and moved over to him. She looked into his eyes as she put her hand against his cheek rubbing her thumb over his lips. He opened his mouth and sucked it in, all the while staring into her chocolate darkness watching as her eyes contracted at his action. He loved the response he got as he nibbled on her thumb. He watched as her breathing increased her breasts rising and falling more rapidly. He felt his member hardening in response and he groaned. He needed her desperately but knew they'd be interrupted fairly soon and he wanted to take his time and enjoy all that she had to offer at a leisurely pace. He still couldn't resist pulling her against him, letting her feel his need. She hooked her fingers in the top of his jeans and pulled him even closer, reaching up to plant a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth, her tongue snaking out to lick his bottom lip. He gasped at the feelings she was invoking when she slipped her tongue inside to touch his inner core. He picked her up and placed her on the counter top standing in between her legs. She wrapped her legs around his waist drawing him in further. He couldn't help but touch her thighs rubbing up and down them slowly causing her to shiver in response. She groaned in reply wanting more. He pulled away to rest his forehead against hers trying to slow the tempo down much to his regret but he knew he didn't want a quickie against the kitchen cabinets, not just now anyway he thought with a smirk. As if on cue the doorbell rang. He sighed as he pulled away reluctantly.

After the pizza was demolished, mostly by Troy, they sat cuddled up on the sofa.

"I have a game tomorrow. Do you want to come?" Troy invited.

"I don't think that would be a good idea Troy. People would see us together at some point and I still want to keep what we have private. I don't want it to be public knowledge. Can you imagine all the questions and then there's the press. Ugh!" She shivered thinking about it. Troy nodded.

"Yeah! I know you're right. I just want us to be normal and do what every other couple does. Go where we want, do what we want, you know?" Troy grumbled.

"I know. Besides…I need to understand the game and at this moment in time all I know is that you do something with a ball." Gabriella added with a giggle. Troy looked at her in amazement.

"Are you telling me you don't know about basketball?" Troy huffed in shock.

"Well…Yea, I haven't a clue. Taylor had to tell me what you do." Gabriella whined blushing with embarrassment. Troy laughed.

"That's telling me isn't it. Troy Bolton is not so famous after all," He said deflated. She giggled at his expression.

"Troy, you're not just a basketball superstar, at least not to me. That wasn't what drew me to you as you can tell." Gabriella said laughing.

"Dare I ask what did?" Troy asked amusement and a little curiosity showing in his eyes. Gabriella sat there nestled into his chest debating his question.

"Hmm! Well it could have been those beautiful eyes of yours or maybe that gorgeous smile or maybe it was just that cute butt of yours that drew my attention. You carry quite a package," she teasingly replied laughing at his expression. Troy loved all of those reasons and he was very happy to show her his package as he pulled her back against him his hands running down her arms slowly before coming back up her abdomen pushing under her top and touching her bare midriff. Gabriella's breath caught in her throat at his touch. Her slender hands teasingly touched his forearms in a feather-light caress as he continued his voyage of discovery roving nearer and nearer to her breasts with one hand whilst the other remained stroking her stomach. He skimmed the bottom of her bra and followed the lacy edging before slipping a finger inside the cup and flicking over her nipple. Gabriella growled deep in her throat as she turned her head to connect their lips. Troy continued to caress her with one hand while the other pulled out to hold the back of her head pushing her face deeper into their kiss. He felt his organ throb painfully as she placed a hand on his thigh and gently rubbed it along the inner seam of his jeans rising higher and higher, getting nearer and nearer to his very core. He groaned in her mouth as she skimmed his bulge and he felt her mouth smile against his lips. Her questing fingers carried on upwards until they reached the top of his jeans. She deftly flicked the button out of the hole before easing down his zipper. He felt cool air brush against his skin. Her cool hand eased into the opening but then stopped. She moved her head away from him and looked at him questioningly.

"Commando?" Troy blushed realising he had only pulled his pants on when he got the call from Tom.

"Erm yeah!"

"Perfect," she said huskily pushing her hands inside and grasping his penis. Troy let out a guttural growl in response. Gabriella smirked at him as she caressed his length within the confines of his jeans watching the myriad of expressions chase across his face and loving every single one. She pushed his jeans down over his hips until his shaft was clear of its confines then she bent down and licked the end pushing her tongue into the slit. Troy jumped in shock and shifted his position slightly. Gabriella stood up and he wondered where she was going but she only knelt down between his knees taking his shaft into her cool hand. She looked up at him a sultry look in her eyes. He gazed back at her loving every single thing about this beautiful woman knelt before him. Her hands moved slowly along his hard penis her thumb skimming over the very tip before replacing it with her mouth. She slowly flicked her tongue around his tip before licking down the length to his balls and then up the other side gazing at him all the time, her eyes growing darker and darker if that was possible. She looked at his cock before taking it all in her mouth. Troy groaned involuntarily as he reached out to caress her hair. Her mouth was magical creating sensations he could never remember experiencing before. She went down hard, he could feel her teeth gently nipping as she sucked and pulled harder and harder her hands kneading his testicles as her mouth worked its magic.

"Gabi, I'm nearly there," he moaned trying to warn her but she took no heed as she continued with her mission. He groaned as he reached his orgasm spilling his seed into her warm mouth. She looked up at him as she swallowed, slowly removing her mouth and giving the tip one last kiss. Troy grabbed her and pulled her forcibly on top of him, slamming his lips on hers with a desperate need to keep contact with her, his tongue searching every nook and cranny in her mouth, caressing her tongue is a passionate dance. Gabriella moaned as his mouth left hers.

"Thank you, that was beautiful," he said huskily. Her eyes sparkled as she gazed back at him.

"You're welcome. The pleasure was all mine," Troy laughed and squeezed her.

"Surely that's my line?" Gabriella blushed and raised her eyebrows.

"No, I don't think so. I enjoyed it too," She assured him. "And at least I've solved one mystery."

"OH! And what's that?" Asked a puzzled Troy.

"They're not golden." Gabriella replied with a smirk.

Whew! That is the longest chapter I have ever written. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.