Gabriella Montez walked down the hallway of East High School with her best friends Taylor McKessie and Kelsi Nielsen on a September's Friday afternoon. They were on their way to lunch.

"What are you guys doing this weekend?" Taylor asked.

"I don't have any plans," Gabriella replied. "My mom's left town again last week. She'll be gone for another two weeks so I'll probably be home alone."

Troy Bolton who happened to be the hottest and the most popular guy in school happened to be near by.

"I might stop by, then," he said as the three girls walked by them.

Gabriella rolled her eyes. Troy never talked to her unless it was in an annoying way, but, she did not really care either. Their cliques did not match. Gabriella was interested in science – but, that did not mean that she was a boring person. She liked to have fun just as much as the other person. She just did not show it in public, making everyone think that she was a science nerd. Troy, on the other hand, was the school's basketball captain and all he cared about was basketball hot cheerleaders and partying – or so it seemed. It did not matter to Gabriella because she could not care less about Troy, although Gabriella did think Troy was hot. Who would not think he was hot? He had blond hair and the bluest eyes anyone had ever seen.

And, Troy…he never mentioned this to anyone, but, Gabriella was way more beautiful than any of the cheerleaders. He actually used to have a crush on her, but, that passed away quickly…or so he told his friends, but, deep down, he knew that it was a lie. He had fallen for her the moment he saw her on their first day in East High and now, their senior year had begun and he still had not made a move.

"Seriously, dude," Chad Danforth – Troy's best friend – said. "Stop by her place tonight."

"I only said that for a joke," Troy said.

"I bet you're just too scared," Zeke Baylor, who was also on the basketball team, said. He was also friends with Troy, but, not as close as Chad and Troy.

"I'm not scared," Troy snapped.

"Prove it," Chad grinned.

"Fine," Troy sighed. "I'll go to her house tonight and climb in through her window or something."

"Why not just kiss her now?" Zeke asked.

"What the hell?" Troy said. "Let's go."

Chad and Zeke cheered as they followed Troy to the cafeteria.

Troy stood at the doorway into the cafeteria scanning the place for Gabriella. He spotted her in the lunch line holding a tray in her hand. Chad and Zeke watched as Troy strode towards Gabriella. He tapped on her shoulders and Gabriella turned around.

"Yeah?" she raised an eyebrow at him.

Troy grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her. The whole cafeteria – including the lunch ladies – stopped to stare at them. When Troy pulled away Gabriella looked a bit dazed.

"What was that?" she asked, raising her other eyebrow.

"Sorry," Troy whispered sheepishly. "It was a dare. And, seriously, I'll be stopping by tonight. Don't tell Chad or Zeke that I told you that. That's another bet."

"Why do all these bets include me?" Gabriella asked.

"No idea," he shrugged. "I'll see you around, Montez."

Gabriella's eyebrows shot even higher as he walked away.

"What the hell was that?" Kelsi asked hurrying over to her.

"I have no idea," Gabriella replied.

Late that night, at around eleven o'clock, Troy drove to Gabriella's house. He saw a light at one of the balconies. He climbed a tree right outside the balcony and hopped onto it. The balcony door was open. He looked inside. Gabriella was searching through the closet and she had her back to the balcony. There was some pop music playing and she was dancing along to it. Troy entered the room quietly and stayed by the balcony door.

Finally, Gabriella turned around. Her reaction was to scream when she saw Troy.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I told you that I would stop by," he replied.

"Well, by stopping by, I thought you meant at a decent hour," Gabriella said. "But, I should have known that Troy Bolton wouldn't know how to tell time."

"You want to know the truth?" he asked.

"Yeah," she replied.

"I've been riding around the block for like two hours," he admitted as he took off his red hooded sweater and tossed it to the chair, leaving him in a white shirt. "I didn't enter because, I was sort of nervous."

"Why?" she asked. "I mean you're Troy Bolton."

"And, Troy Bolton, like every other guy, tends to get nervous around girls they like," he said.

"You like me?" Gabriella asked. "I never thought of that as a possibility…maybe it's because I don't really think about you in that way – or in any way. I mean, I think you're hot, but, that's about it. There aren't any feelings."

Troy had no idea what to say. He had confessed his feelings to a girl he had been after for a year and that was not the kind of response he had hoped for.

"What about all your cheerleader friends?" she asked.

"They're hot," Troy said. "And, they'll do whatever you tell them to do, but, they're not you."

"Troy," Gabriella said. "All this is really flattering, but, I'm sorry. I just don't like you that way."

"Okay," Troy shrugged. He did not want Gabriella to see his disappointment. "Forget I ever said that."

"Okay," she smiled.

"We can be friends, right?" he said, hopefully.

Gabriella hesitated.

"You don't want to be seen with me in public, do you?" Troy asked.

"I just don't want the entire student body against me, just because I'm hanging out with you," she replied.

"Okay," Troy said. He jumped onto her bed and lay on it with his hands underneath his head. It was as if it was his room. "How about we don't go out in public? You know, just hang around here."

"That'd be cool," Gabriella said. Then, she laughed. "This is all really stupid."

"I'm okay with stupid," Troy smiled. "And, by the way, you look really hot in your bra and jeans."

Gabriella gasped. She had not realized that she was not wearing a shirt. She grabbed the shirt that was on her chair and pulled it on…only to realize that it was Troy's sweater. Troy was laughing his head off. Gabriella quickly pulled it off as Troy walked over to her.

"Don't wear a shirt," he whispered into her ear. "You look hot."

"You know what, Troy," Gabriella said, softly suddenly feeling horny. "You don't have to be date someone to have sex with him, right?"

Troy's eyes widened. "Right," he replied.

That was all it took. Gabriella had her lips against his in a second.

"Don't go slow with me," Gabriella said as she pushed him onto the bed where he landed in a sitting position. "I need you, now, Troy!"

Troy pulled off his shirt and Gabriella pressed her lips against his again. Soon, both their jeans were lying on the floor, leaving Troy in his boxers and Gabriella in her underwear. Finally, all clothing was discarded.

"Ready?" Troy asked.

"Yeah," Gabriella said.

Troy entered Gabriella with one swift thrust. Gabriella moaned in pleasure. She clutched his shoulders as he moved in and out of her increasing his pace as he went. Soon, they both came and Troy fell softly against Gabriella. He pulled out of her and lay next to her, both breathing heavily after their orgasms.

"Never thought I would do that," Gabriella said.

"Same here," Troy said. "Maybe I should go."

"No, stay," Gabriella said. "Unless you have to go."

"I don't have to," Troy said, quickly. "What do you have in mind?"

"Sandwiches," Gabriella said. "I'm starving."

"Me, too," he grinned getting up. He grabbed his boxers and pulled it on.

"I'm not much of a cook," she said as she started getting dressed, too.

"Lucky for you, I make some great peanut butter and jelly sandwiches," he said.

A minute later, Troy and Gabriella were down in the kitchen. Troy was making sandwiches and Gabriella was watching him.

"So, do you make sandwiches often?" she asked.

"Not really," Troy said. "Only when my sister's home. She's in college. She'll be graduating this year."

"What's her name?" Gabriella asked.

"Chloe Bolton," he replied.

"Only one sister?" she asked.

"Yeah," he answered. "One brother, too. He's a real pain in the neck."

"I'm guessing he's younger than you, then," she said.

"He's fourteen," he replied handing her a sandwich.

"These are good," Gabriella said taking a bite.

"Thanks," Troy smiled as he took a bite. "What about you? Tell me about your family."

"My mom's usually away on business trips like all the time. She's a designer," she said. "My dad is in jail for…"

"It's okay if you don't tell me," Troy said.

"I never talked to anyone about this," Gabriella said, softly. "Not even Taylor or Kelsi."

"Okay," he said, slowly. "You don't have to talk to me, but, if you want to…I'm a good listener."

"My dad is in jail because…" Gabriella's voice trailed away "Because, he was a rapist."

"Did he rape you?" Troy asked.

"No," Gabriella shook her head.

"That's good, right?" Troy said. "I mean, not that your dad was a rapist."

"He raped my sister," Gabriella said. "And, it wasn't once or twice."

"I'm sorry," Troy said, softly.

"She didn't tell me or my mom," she said. "Then, one morning I walked into Elizabeth – that's my sister – room to find her dead. There was this letter to me and my mom explaining all that had happened."

"How did she –"

"She killed herself by overdosing," Gabriella said. "On purpose – as the letter said."

"Ella," Troy said, putting his arm around her. "I'm really sorry."

"No, it's okay," she said. "All of it caused this distance between me and my mom and we didn't talk to each other for days. People stared at us whenever we went out and finally, we moved here."

"I have no idea what to say," Troy said. "You've been through a lot. Ella, you ought to have talked to someone sooner. It's not good to keep things bottled up."

"I had no one to talk to," she said leaning against Troy.

"What about Kelsi and Taylor?" he asked.

"They're my friends," she said. "But, they…they don't actually understand me. I mean, they think that we're close, but, we aren't. I mean, they might ask me how I am and if I say that I'm fine, they think it's true, even if I'm not okay."

"I know that feeling," he said, softly. "Zeke's always like that, but, Chad…sometimes I can fool him, but, not all the time."

"You know what?" Gabriella said, suddenly sitting up. "I don't want to go to sleep alone in a big house feeling upset. You want to watch a movie or something?"

"Yeah," Troy said. "What have you got?"

"Not a movie," Gabriella said walking into the living room. "How about some reruns of Friends?"

"You can never go wrong with that," Troy said, sitting on the couch.

Gabriella switched on the television and walked over to the couch.

"Put your feet up," she said.

"What?" he looked surprised.

"Put your feet up," she repeated.

Troy put his feet up on the couch. Gabriella pushed his feet apart a bit and then, she settled down between his legs, leaning against his chest. As they lay there, watching, Troy absentmindedly stroked her shoulder. Gabriella turned her head to look up at him. Realizing what he was doing, he took his hand from her shoulder.

"Sorry," he said, sheepishly. "Should I go? I mean, am I making you uncomfortable or something?"

"Why would you be making me uncomfortable?" she asked slipping her hand into his pocket. "I thought I would be making you uncomfortable."

Troy watched as Gabriella pulled out his wallet. She opened it. There was a picture of him, his dad, Chloe and his brother, Kyle.

"Is that your brother and sister?" she asked.

"Yeah," Troy said. He pointed to his younger brother. "That's Kyle."

"He's kind of cute," she said as she put the wallet back into his pocket.

Gabriella ran her hands up and down his thighs. Troy felt himself harden and he groaned.

"What's wrong?" Gabriella asked turning around on the couch so that she was lying on top of Troy.

"Nothing," Troy said.

"Okay, take off your shirt," Gabriella said as she got up.

"Where are you going?" he asked as she went upstairs.

He pulled off his shirt and lay on the couch till Gabriella returned with a marker.

"What are you doing?" he asked as she lay down on top of him.

"I'm going to give you a tattoo," she said. "Not a permanent one. This will wash off. It's not actually a tattoo. I'm just going to draw something."

Troy watched Gabriella. He had never let any girl draw on his chest before. Gabriella drew a Wildcat on his chest. She was a really good artist. When she finished, she threw the marker onto the floor and used her finger to trace the outline of the Wildcat. Troy groaned as he felt another bulge in his pants.

"What's wrong?" Gabriella asked, again. "Am I hurting you?"

"No…sort of…yeah," he said.

"Where?" she asked.

Troy pointed down to his crotch and Gabriella laughed.

"You're just going to have to deal with the pain," she said.

"Oh, come on," Troy said. "Please."

"Fine," she said.

Gabriella lowered her hand and slipped it under his jeans and boxers. She wrapped her hand around his erection and started pumping it.

"You aren't going to make me cum in my boxers, are you?" he said, panting as she pumped him harder.

"I was thinking about it," she grinned. "Come on, let's go upstairs."

Just as Troy was about to climax, she removed her hand and he almost yelled out loud in frustration.

As soon as they were in Gabriella's room, Troy grabbed her and pushed her against the wall kissing her fiercely. Gabriella wrapped her legs around his waist as he pulled off her shirt and bra. Gabriella knelt down and lowered Troy's jeans and boxers. She licked Troy's erection and he groaned.

"Tempting," she smirked. "Maybe…just maybe, I'll give you a treat, later."

Troy got even more turned on. Gabriella lowered her jeans and underwear as well. Troy pushed her against the wall, again and once more, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Troy entered Gabriella and then he turned so that his back was against the wall. He slid down to the sitting position and Gabriella started grinding on him. Troy focused on pleasuring Gabriella by taking one of her breasts in his mouth while massaging the other one.

"Troy," Gabriella moaned. "A little help."

She was close to the edge, but, she could not do it properly.

"How about a new position?" Troy asked, softly.

Before Gabriella could answer, he pulled out of her and laid in between his legs. Then, he grabbed her legs and crossed them, placing them on his shoulders. Gabriella moaned as he entered her, again. She dug her nails onto the carpet as he thrust in and out of her, slowly.

"Come on, Troy," she moaned. "I like it rough."

Troy grinned. He started thrusting in and out of her harder than he had ever done. Soon they, both came, yelling out each other's names. Troy fell back against the wall breathing heavily. They both stayed in their positions till they had caught their breaths.

"That was different," she said.

Troy, who was still inside her, leaned closer to her, making him go even deeper. He fondled with her breasts.

"Do you like different?" he asked.

"I love different," she said as she looked up at him. She was still lying on his legs in the same position with her legs on his shoulders.

Troy pulled out of her. He reached for a sheet from the bed and Gabriella sat up leaning against Troy. He covered their bodies with a sheet and wrapped his arms around her.

"I could get used to doing this," he said.

"Only because you like me," she smirked.

"No, really," Troy said. "Even if I didn't like you, I could get used to doing this."

"I'll take that as a compliment," she smiled. "So, thank you."

"You're welcome," he said.

They sat on the floor with Troy leaning against the wall and Gabriella leaning against Troy. Soon, they drifted off to sleep on the floor.