Okay, so maybe I didn't expect to wake up and see Troy still in my bed, but I figured that would happen. I took a deep breath and got up. I was a little anxious this morning, but only because I wanted to see how Troy would act around me at school.

I know he's going to act like nothing happened, but I couldn't help wonder if there'll be a look in his eyes, or if he'll even look at me, or if he'll partake in the "verbal abuse" the popular crowd does to me when I pass them.

I'm not really one fashion, and my sister says I have no style at all. But I like my style, it's comfortable, and I really don't give a monkey's ass what anyone thinks about me. So I put on my black tank-top, overly large light blue button down shirt and some short jean shorts.

I grabbed my books, threw them in my bag, went downstairs and attempted to get to the fruit unnoticed. Unfortunately, nothing escapes the mutated ears of Jessica Montez. "Mom! Gabriella's trying to skip breakfast again."

I rolled my eyes, grabbed an apple and walked past her. "She's out of town until Thursday."

Jessica stuck her tongue out at me and that's when I noticed her outfit. It was a low cut white halter-top, and a black mini skirt. Her high heels and heavy makeup made her look a little bit older then she was, but I figured that was the whole point. She recently died her hair a lighter brown, making my hair look black, when it's really a dark, dark, dark, dark, dark brown.

I couldn't believe this was my fourteen year old sister. "What the hell is the matter with you?" I kind of wished Maria was home to tell her to go change before she got raped.

She scoffed. "What's the matter with me? You're the one wearing a shirt that's WAY too big for you, and no makeup to cover up your ugly face."

I rolled my eyes before walking out the room. "If you get raped, don't expect any sympathy for me." I yelled out as I walked out the door.

I turned my iPod on and went to Song of Jacob by the Bravery. I wanted to think about which South Park episode I was going to watch when I got home, but my mind kept going to Troy Bolton. I wasn't regretting what happened last night, in fact, I found myself cherishing it. But I was still curious as to why it happened. What was his motive?

And why did I care?

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As soon as I walked in through the door, my one and only friend Ryan ran up to me. "I need the math homework."

I smiled at him mockingly. "Good morning to you too; and thank you so much for asking how I was. On a side note, I lost my virginity last night."

I couldn't help but giggle at the look on Ryan's face. "To who?" That made me silent for a moment. It wasn't that I cared if people found out I slept with Troy, but I wasn't sure if he wanted people to know. Oh well, I could trust Ryan.

I leaned in close and whispered, "Troy Bolton."

The abnormally loud squeal that came out of him made me wince. I waited for him to stop, but the noise just kept coming out of his mouth. I was surprised at the amount of breath he had. After about eleven seconds, he closed his mouth a dragged me over to my locker.

"Are you serious?" He obviously caught on to the secrecy, seeing that he was whispering. I nodded my head and opened my locker to grab my books. "How the hell did that happen?"

I raised an eyebrow at him. "I know I'm not attractive, but do you have to say it like that."

Ryan shook his head. "No. You're gorgeous Hun. I meant, what happened?"

"Oh. Well…I don't really know. He just sort of showed up at my window." I said with a little shrug.

Ryan looked at me with wide eyes. "How can you be so calm about this? Troy Bolton was sculpted by the gods, has made fun of you for years; and then he just fucks you and leaves without an explanation."

"He stayed." I said while checking my book for my notes.

"What?" By the tone of his voice, it seemed Ryan was confused.

I looked up. "He didn't leave until the morning."

He looked like a weight was stuck on the inside of his bottom lip. "Troy Bolton never stays with girls after he fucks them."

"How do you know that?" It always seemed that Ryan knew everything about everyone.

He put one hand on his hip. "I know you don't care about gossip, but I find it very entertaining." I rolled my eyes with a small smile. "Well…"

I raised my eyebrow at him. "Well what?"

He looked at me like I was an idiot. "How big was he?"

I silently giggled, trying to keep a straight face on. "I'm not going to give you an image to jack off to."

Ryan dramatically sighed. "You think so poorly of me. I was merely curious."

I scoffed. "And by curious you mean horny, right?" Ryan nudged my shoulder with a fake glare before his eyes widened. "What?" I was confused at his look.

He turned me around to see Chad Danforth, Zeke Baylor, Sharpay Evans, and Taylor Mckessie walking towards me. It was strange that Troy wasn't with them, they were always with Troy.

"Looks like dorky little Gabby showed up to school today. She sure has a lot of courage after showing her bra to everyone." Sharpay's voice was sickly sweet.

Actually, they stole my top the day before while I showering after gym. So I walked through the halls, in my bra, to my locker to get an extra shirt. I didn't really care, but apparently they thought I was horrified and embarrassed beyond repair.

"Could those tits have been anymore fake? And who the hell were you wearing the lacy bra for? No one would ever want to be with an ugly little dork like you." Taylor said as she hugged Chad. I didn't say anything to them; I'm just one of those people that aren't affected by bullying. As for the bra thing, I just like to wear lacy bras, they're more comfortable.

I rolled my eyes and was going to walk away, but then they did something they've never done before. Chad pushed my against the locker, hard, and considering the fact that I'm…pretty weak, the pain flooded my mind, and Zeke kept me up by holding my shoulder against the locker.

"Let's see if miss straight A's was smart enough to wear a bra today." Everyone started crowding around to see them afflict abuse on me. Chad started ripping my shirt open, and the next thing I knew, Zeke had a bloody nose, and Troy was holding Chad by the neck.

"Troy?" Chad asked, confused and partially deprived of breath.

"What the hell is going on Troy?" Sharpay asked as she put a hand on her hip and gritted her teeth,

"Don't ever touch her again." Troy growled out low just low enough so Chad could hear, but I caught it.

"Troy! What the fuck is the matter with you?" Sharpay yelled as she tried to get Troy away of Chad.

Troy pushed Sharpay away from him, and I saw Chad's eyes start to roll to the back of his head. Since everyone was busy being pussies, I walked up to Troy and put my hand on his shoulder. "Troy." My voice was softer then I intended.

Not a moment later, Troy let go of Chad, grabbed my hand and started walking out. I looked behind me to see Sharpay screaming at the top of her lungs, Chad half unconscious on the floor, Taylor with wide eyes, Zeke trying to get his nose to stop bleeding, and the rest of the student body shocked at what they just witnessed.

I looked back at Troy and then I realized that he led me out of school. What the hell was he doing? Class was about to start. "Troy?" He didn't answer. He just kept pulling me.

Okay. I that's it!

He shows up at my house and takes my virginity, without even saying why, he shows up at school and acts like my boyfriend, and now he's going to make me miss the only class that I like. I've had it!

I pulled my hand out of his tight grip and stood my ground. "Okay. I am getting really pissed off. What the fuck do you-" I couldn't believe it. He actually threw me over his shoulder and carried me to his car. I struggled for the first second or so, but then I gave up. He was too strong.

He opened the passenger's door and dropped me in. I would have opened the door and run out, but I didn't. I felt like I should stay. And the decision had nothing to do with the fact that I felt safer with Troy then I did anywhere else.

I wasn't really mad anymore, but I was curious. Where was he taking me? I knew we were out of town because I couldn't see anymore buildings or houses, and we seemed to have entered a forest.

I looked at Troy and noticed he was fuming. Apparently, he was still angry, I would have tried to help him, but I didn't understand why he was angry to begin with. I opened my mouth to say something, but the car came to a stop. I looked around and saw that we were on a cliff.

"You shouldn't have stopped me." I winced slightly at the pain in my neck when I whipped my head to look at him. I didn't understand what he was talking about at first, and it seemed he knew I didn't. "I should have killed them for what they were doing to you."

My eyes widened at his words. "You used stand right next to them while they did it to me a few days ago."

I saw his hands grip the wheel tightly, his knuckles started turning a bit white. "I was stupid to deny it…The pain of seeing them hurt you."

I chose not to comment on the fact that they didn't hurt me, but I was confused. "Deny what?"

The next thing I knew, I was straddling Troy's lap, and I felt something poking my ass. Well I'm not stupid. I knew what it was. It was his rock hard cock. How he got hard I have no idea.

"How badly I need you." His husky growl in my ear made me shudder.

An uncontrollable urge was building inside me. It was like I couldn't say no to him. I wanted him to ravage me right there. But I wanted answers damn it. "I'm confused." I decided to keep my words short, not entirely trusting my voice.

He buried his head in my hair, inhaling deeply. "You smell so fucking good…You make me hard just thinking about you, looking at you, smelling your sent."

"You sound like you want to eat me." I said as strongly as I could.

I let out a moan when he bit my neck lightly. "Maybe I will."

Before I let anything else happen, I wanted to get to the bottom of this. "Troy stop." He didn't stop. "Please." He bent his head back to look at me, his eyes a deeper blue. "Your eyes…" He turned his head sharply, apparently to hide his eyes from me. His jaw was clenched tight and I got a peek at his teeth.

I wouldn't have been shocked if he didn't have fangs.

"It's the lighting." Troy even sound unconvinced.

After a moment of silence, I decided to ask him to tell me the truth. "Troy…After a whole year of you being friends with the group that "bullies" me, and participating, you show up at my home and take my virginity. I wouldn't have asked any questions, but you killed your friends, and then dragged me to your car to drive to the middle of nowhere…Just tell me the truth."

He was silent for a few seconds, just staring at me. "I love you."

Okay. That I did not expect.

"Troy. You can't love me. You don't even know me." I tried to reason with him. He was obviously insane.

A cocky smirk graced his lips. "Your favorite color is blue, because it's the color of my eyes, just like my favorite color is chocolate brown because of your eyes. You don't hate your mother, but you don't love her. You care for your sister, but don't like her. You don't care if a human dies, but you'd take a bullet for an animal. You want six children, five boys and one girl."

"Are you stalking me?"

He chuckled. "A little bit. I can feel your emotions, and read some of your thoughts."

I blinked a few times. "What?"

He chuckled, again. Apparently, my deadpan voice amuses him. "You're my mate."

"I'm your what?" I've read those books about vampires and supernatural beings, and seeing his fangs only made me feels more confused. Vampires aren't real, right?

He smiled sheepishly. "I'm half vampire, and half werewolf. Both parts of me picked you as my mate."

I imagined that this would be the moment where I fainted. But I let out a breath and muttered. "This is insane."

He cupped my face with his hands. "I know this is a lot, and you probably don't believe me. But it's true. I've been trying to fight my feelings for you, ever since I first saw you."

"That was eight months ago." The way he was describing this, he should have jumped me the minute he saw me.

He looked down. "I didn't feel comfortable knowing that there was someone that could make me feel something, make me want them more than anything. Then I saw you, and your smell…I knew instantly that you were my mate. But you're a human. None of us have ever had a human mate. I was so shocked…I guess I refused to believe it." His tone became angry. "I figured that if I made friends with the people that make fun of you, I would eventual become like them and hate you…But it just made me love you more." It was obvious that he's never discussed his feelings with anyone. I can relate.

"So I'm your…mate." I was clarifying it. It was still a bit unreal to me.

His mood suddenly changed. He looked up at me with a smug grin. "You felt it, didn't you, when you first saw me? You're not just attracted to me, you desire to feel, and taste every part of me. Just as I desire to trail my lips everywhere on your soft skin and hear you moan my name."

My silence apparently told him my answer. He was right. When I first saw him, I felt something…weird. I couldn't explain it. But I just shrugged it off as my first crush. I've seen hot guys before, but Troy was…beyond hot. My favorite color even became blue because of his damn eyes.

"I'm sorry, but, this is all very…well, idiotic. I believe in facts and science, and you have no proof of all this. So if this is all just some elaborate prank to get me to look stupid…you almost succeeded."

He gave me a look that almost scared me, and I don't scare easily. His eyes narrowed and he pushed me down while thrusting up. I felt his dick, which was really, really hard.

"You feel that?" His voice was husky and low, it was like a sexy growl. I could only nod my head, trying to keep my breathing in check. "It's for you, no one else, just you and only you…You don't know how badly I want you. I'm not going to just fuck you; I'm going to make love to you until you can't even walk."

His head was buried in my neck, and I knew right then, that I didn't matter if I believed him or not, I didn't have a choice in the matter. Even if I didn't want to like Troy, my body craved him.

"Say it!" He growled out.

"I want you." Not even a second after the words left my mouth, I felt a little sting in my neck. I gasped out and was shocked at the loud moan and delicious pleasure. I arched my back and leaned my head to the side to give him more space to keep giving me the amazing pleasure.

He bit me, and now he was…sucking my blood. This should have freaked me out. But the sensations were just too much. However, I started to feel a tiny bit dizzy after a few moments, and I think he knew, because his teeth came out of me, and he licked all the blood away, which made me shudder.

He pulled back so I could see his face. His eyes were darker, and I could see his teeth, they were like a vampire's. He licked the blood off them and his lips before they suddenly went back to looking like normal teeth.

"This means you're mine. Everyone who sees it will know that…I'll never let another man touch you. Only I can. Only I can give you pleasure, make you scream, make you want my touch so much you'll beg for it."

His voice. His words. They were having so much effect on me. It was almost unbearable. "I don't beg."

His chuckled was low, and it sounded evil to me. I didn't even notice his hand crept between my legs, which were still straddling him. He ran his fingers across my panty covered core, softly. Barely even grazing it, and I saw his smirk when he saw how wet I was, and heard my whimper.

The bastard wanted to make me beg, I could tell. And I didn't know how much longer I could last. I never imagined that I would feel these things. You hear about people losing themselves in lust, but I never really believed it, until now. I did feel something for Troy, it wasn't just lust, it was so much more, and it was so powerful.

I ground my hips against his and I heard him try to contain his groan. I lean my head over so my cheek was against his. I let my lips graze his ear for a moment. "Don't make me beg…Please, fuck me."

I heard another growl, only this one was more animal. He, literally, tore my panties off, and my shirt, and my bra. My shoes were the only things left intact. I felt so, exposed, but I liked it. I liked that he tore my clothes.

I unzipped his jeans as quick as possible, wanting to feel him inside me. But apparently, I wasn't going quick enough, because he pushed my hands away, undid his belt with inhuman speed, and pushed my hips down as he thrust up into me.

The scream that came out of me sounded…well, weird to me, but he seemed to like it, cause he moaned and pushed deeper in me. It felt so good. Every tingle seemed magnified, and it overwhelmed me.

I felt…different with him in me. Last time, I felt a little something, but this time, with him inside me, filling me. I felt more confident than I've ever felt before.

I leaned my hand down to find that thing to make the chair lean back. When Troy was suddenly, basically, lying down, I put my hands on his chest and started to bounce up and down. Feeling that he got even deeper when I grinded after a bounce.

His hands gripped my sides, really tight. I opened my eyes to see his closed in complete ecstasy and continuous groans coming from his mouth, which looked so tasty.

I ran my hands down his chest, feeling his toned chest and muscles, making him let out a low moan. I couldn't help lean down so my chest was against his, and as soon as his eyes opened, my lips were on his, bruising us both.

I let out a moan into his mouth as he pulled on my bottom lip with his teeth, making me arch my back. His tongue snaked across my collar bone as his hips thrust up harder.

"You smell so fucking good." He harshly whispered against my neck.

I bit my lip to keep in the moan that wanted to come out from his words. Realizing that he had so much power over me, I wanted a bit of that power. So, I pushed at his chest, making him lay back as I kept bouncing up and down on his cock.

I reached one hand up to my breasts and pulled a bit on my nipple, giving me a little jolt. My other hand stayed on his chest, keeping him lying down. I felt him struggle to come back up, and I was certain his knuckles were turning white with the death grip he had on my hips. But I couldn't feel any pain, or, if did, it was masked as pleasure.

"Oh fuck." I let out in a whisper, but apparently, he's got super hearing too. And my whispered seemed to have made him snap.

Because he flipped us over, plunged me her really, really hard, and brought his lips down to my tits and sucked liked a man who's been denied the best nectar in the world, and finally got it.

His grunts escaladed from the new position. It seemed he liked me under him. "You don't want to tease me."

The fact that he said that after he lightly bit my nipple and pulled, made his statement more like a warning. But, me being me, I decided to challenge the authority in his voice. "Or what?"

"You'll regret it." His voice was harsh, and the extra hard thrust really accented his warning.

And that's when I felt it, that feeling. Like the one last night. I knew I was close to that amazing high. I didn't notice that I was panting, and I didn't notice the sweat the glistened my skin, but Troy's hair was a bit wet with sweat, and it made him look so sexy.

I reached my hands into his hair and pulled him up so he was face to face with me. I kissed him hard, but not giving him a chance to let his tongue slip into my mouth. I pulled back and looked into his deep blue eyes that were dilated with desire and arousal.

"I'm gonna cum." His eyes rolled back at my words. It seemed that he was as affected by my words as I was from his.

He started to thrust harder, and faster, making my sight a bit hazy. "So fucking tight." He murmured against my neck as he started to place sloppy kisses in random places.

"Oh god, Troy." I moaned out, loudly, as he caused another amazing orgasm.

And then I felt something that made me scream, first in shock, then in complete and utter pleasure. He bit me, in that same place he did earlier, when he 'marked' me. I felt his teeth penetrate my skin and his tongue assisted his mouth with the sucking of my blood.

I should have been weirder out, right. I mean, was this some strange fetish, or was it part of the vampire/werewolf thing. Either way, it was undeniably sensational.

I cradled his head with my hand as I bucked beneath him. Having him biting me and sucking my blood increased the pleasure from my orgasm and seemed to make it last longer.

I felt him cum inside me with a rather primal groan, but I barely even realized because the sensations he was still giving me were lasting so long it was almost starting to hurt. Can people die from sex? It wouldn't be the worst death.

He collapsed on top of me and I felt the sensations fade. My hips stopped bucking and let out a few breaths of contentment. He pulled his teeth out of my neck and licked away any blood that could have seeped out. He kissed it tenderly before nuzzling my neck with his nose and propping himself on his elbows.

He lifted me up from my back and slowly flipped us back around so I could lay my head on his chest. "You know. I've never missed a class."

I couldn't see his face, but I somehow knew that he was smirking. "Well, you're gonna miss the rest that you have today."

I raised an eyebrow at his words. I lifted my head and looked at him with questioning eyes. "Really…May I ask why?"

He smiled down at me. "I want you to meet some people."

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I know that it went in a completely different direction then what my first summary said, and I changed that too. It's going into the supernatural direction, but I really appreciate reviews, so if you think I should have stuck to my original path, just tell me, but I'm not gonna change it.

I was also thinking of going from first person to third. So if anyone would like me to change that, just say so.

Please review.