Hello everyone and welcome to my M Rated Troypay One-Shots!! This first story is just a disturbing little idea I got and thought it could make a funny/sexy story. I think/hope I was right! Enjoy and please review! :)

Troy smiled as he woke up, even though it was still a good twenty minutes before his alarm was set to go off. In those first moments of waking, all he could remember from his dream was the feeling of the woman who'd been riding him moving herself sinuously up and down his aching hard cock. He reached between his legs and found that he was hard and started a slow rhythm with his hand. The longer he went at it and the closer he came to coming, more details from his dream kept popping into his head. As the final rush of pleasure coursed through his body, the final image missing popped into his head. Before he could even begin to enjoy his orgasm, he shouted out loud a disgusted disapproval. The mystery woman, the one who had brought Dream Troy to a phenomenally hard orgasm had been none other than the resident batty old psycho of East High—Ms. Darbus.

The second the realization hit him, he was out of bed and literally running for his shower where he scrubbed his skin so hard it was crimson and tender by the time the water went cold. His attempt to remove the memory of the dream from his mind via raking his skin raw had failed. When his dad asked if he wanted breakfast, the mere thought of consuming food made a wave of nausea flood his stomach and he just went out and got in his car, driving as fast as he could manage safely, wanting to be as far away from the bed where the act had taken place, both in sleep and in the dream itself, as possible. School was safe because school kept him busy. The only thing he had to do was get through homeroom which unfortunately was headed every day by the now infamous Ms. Darbus.

Troy found himself practically slinking through the halls, unnecessarily afraid that everyone who looked at him would know what had taken place in his subconscious just a few hours before. He walked into the room as quickly as he could and headed for his usual seat.

"Mr. Bolton," said the instantly recognizable overly-articulated voice of Ms. Darbus called out.

"What?! I didn't do anything!" Troy managed to spit out, running for his desk and sitting down, avoiding looking her with all costs. He stared straight down at his desk, feeling little beads of sweat start to form along his hairline. His heart was pounding against his ribcage and he could swear that he felt Ms. Darbus' eyes boring holes into the top of his head.

"Troy," she started again, "Do you have the permission form that was due today?"

"Um, no," he said to his desktop.

"Bring it tomorrow or I'll be forced to give you detention."

"Detention? Can I go now, please?" he asked, finally looking up at her. She was wrapped in one of her usual multicolored dresses and he felt his stomach lurch. Instead of answering, she just shot him a condescending look before heading back to her desk. Troy was thrilled at the sight of Chad walking into the room. The distraction was welcomed, especially with Ms. Darbus fluttering around the front of the room, the very sight of her was bringing back the entire dream in warp speed and he found himself fighting back a gag.

"You look like you're going to hurl," Chad said, sliding into the seat next to Troy's. Troy went to answer, but Ms. Darbus bent over to pick up the piece of chalk she'd dropped, her ass sticking directly in Troy's line of sight. With a groan, he dropped his head to the desk, letting his skull hit the hard plastic with a loud thud. "Oh man, Darbus is really riding us hard this year."

Troy's face contorted into a look of disgust against the desktop. "What?!" Chad pointed at the board which was filled with a diatribe about how awful it was that they were all seniors and still couldn't remember to turn in a simple permission slip.

"Ugh, Darbus sucks," Zeke complained under his breath as he took the seat to the other side of Troy. Another flash from the dream came back and Troy couldn't hold back the revolted shudder that moved through his body. He closed his eyes tightly and counted slowly upwards, reaching 127 before the bell rang signifying the end of homeroom. He heard Ms. Darbus shout out something after him, but he just rushed out the door.

Everything he saw reminded him of the dream and he knew that it would take something drastic to get his mind off of things. Troy knew that he was willing to do pretty much anything to make the visions in his brain disappear, but when an idea literally smacked him in the face, he knew it was extreme even for these dire circumstances.

Sharpay was breezing down the hallway in her typical self-absorbed manner when she turned to talk to Ryan, her long blonde hair hitting Troy in the face. The second he looked down at her, he got an idea.

"Sharpay?" he asked, almost afraid to address her knowing the onslaught of fawning and smiling that was soon to follow. She'd been after him for years and every time he made the slightest effort to look her way, he was stuck talking to her, or rather listening to her, for several minutes.

"Oh, hi Troy!" Sharpay answered, shooing Ryan away with a dismissive wave without taking her gaze off Troy's face.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" he asked. She gave him a sly smile and nodded.

"Of course! What's up?"

"Can we do this in private?" She frowned curiously at him but followed as he lead her into the nearest door, which just happened to be a custodian's closet.

"Why are we in the closet, Troy? You don't need to… come out of it, do you? Because if you do, I really think you should talk to my brother instead-"

"No Sharpay. I need to talk to you," Troy reiterated and frowned at her, "Wait… Ryan's gay?"

"Of course not, I was just messing with you. Now what's going on?" With her furrowed brow, she looked more like a normal high schooler than he'd ever seen her look before. She didn't have her usual cocky demeanor and she certainly didn't have her basically conjoined twin attached to her hip. Her hair was falling over her shoulders in waves and the tank top she was wearing showed just enough cleavage to make him curious as to what was hidden beneath the silver fabric.

"Troy," she sighed, "You're being weird. Maybe you should go see the nurse or a counselor or something. I really should get to class. Ms. Darbus will-" And at the mentioning of that name, Troy did something that surprised both of them. He leaned down and kissed her hard, her back almost immediately colliding with the cold metal door. Since he'd first laid eyes on her in the hallway he knew it was perfect. He needed a new, real sexual experience to erase the fake, horrifying experience from his mind and Sharpay was the perfect candidate. She wanted him and he needed someone to help him out. It was perfect.

And Troy's idea turned out to be exactly right. Sharpay hesitated for only a moment against his lips, and then she was clutching to his strong shoulders for support while he kissed her. He felt her weight give out and he had to hold her up as his mouth moved to her neck, sucking lightly on the smooth, vanilla scented skin he found there.

"Troy," she started, but never finished her thought. Troy slid his hand up her inner thigh and under her short jean skirt, lightly running his finger over her now dampened panties. She mewled at the contact, pressing herself harder into his touch, and grabbed his face in her hands, bringing his kiss back to her lips.

"I want you," he breathed against her lips, and he meant it. Her writing body against his had made him hard in a manner of seconds and no thoughts of Ms. Darbus crossed his mind. Her hands flew to his zipper and after he dug in his back pocket for his wallet, she shoved his pants around his ankles along with his boxer briefs, freeing his erection and immediately pressing herself perfectly against it. He fished around, incredibly distracted by the sound of Sharpay's panties dropping to the ground, and finally found the condom inside. Troy tossed the wallet to join their few pieces of discarded clothing and grabbed her ass, pulling her up so her legs could fit around his waist giving him perfect access to her hot, wet center. In one slow thrust, he filled her completely and she continued clutching onto his shoulders as she had before, now out of necessity as much as out of instinct. He wasn't able to last nearly as long as he wanted to, but after his mentally exhausting morning, maintaining the energy to stave off his orgasm just wasn't an option. His movements stilled as his orgasm ravaged his body and Sharpay hugged him hard against her as he regained control of his limbs.

"Wow…" was all he could manage, finally allowing Sharpay to slide back to the floor so she could fix herself up. He attempted to do the same, but she managed the feat much quicker than he could.

"So what was that all about?" she laughed lightly, fluffing her hair and straightening her clothes. He laughed lightly to himself and finished zipping up his pants.

"I really don't want to talk about it. But thanks, you made me feel much better." She laughed and opened the door.

"Glad to be of service," she winked before heading out. Troy took a minute to compose himself. He had been afraid that she would cling to him and demand at once for him to make her his girlfriend. But maybe he had underestimated her. It certainly wouldn't be the first time he'd done so.