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Secrets	By : Marblez Category: G through L > High School Musical Views: 4339 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
A/N Set after both movies. AU to the third one now that it's out (Doesn't it rock btw?) Oh and I'm British and my knowledge of the American school system is very limited so please excuse mistakes.
Warning: Eventual slash and an evil Gabriella.
Secrets.
Trapped.
"Yo! Troy! Movies tonight, you coming?" Zeke asked as the guys walked from the basketball court after a gruelling practise. The sweat was literally dripping off of them so as usual they all headed straight for the showers, stripping of their practise uniforms as they went.
"Nah. Gabby's coming over," Troy answered almost apologetically.
"Man she should get you a collar to go with that leash," Chad laughed loudly.
"Ha, ha, very funny," Troy glared at his best friend, thumping him on the arm playfully, pretending to be his old self for his friends. Still glaring at them he pulled his jersey off and threw it into the basket for dirty uniforms.
"Whoa man! Where'd all those scratches come from?" Jason asked as Troy's back was put on display to them. There were loads on the back of his shoulders and some more one his lower back. His cheeks flushed a deep red.
"Oooooh Gabriella is feisty!" someone suggested loudly. Troy's friends laughed as his blush deepened and he snapped a quiet,
"Shut up guys."
They laughed some more as he was the first to enter the team showers. They joined him in a few minutes but by then he was almost ready to go, wanting to hide the scratches they thought to be amusing.
"Fast today Bolton," Chad commented as he started the often long process of shampooing his big hair.
"Don't want to keep my girl waiting," he answered with a fake cheerfulness. What he said was true however, he didn't want to keep her waiting because then she'd hopefully be more like her old self, more like the Gabriella he loved.
"Man she has you completely under her thumb dude!" someone laughed loudly. Chad moved, stepping a little into Troy's personal space and peering closely at his best friends forehead. Then, with everyone watching, he placed his thumb right in the centre of Troy's forehead.
"Yup, there it is. The thumb print," Chad said sadly, "You're doomed." The team roared with laughter as Troy shoved him out of the way and, wrapping a towel around his waist, left for his locker.
"Gabby! My parents are downstairs!" Troy protested quietly as she kicked his bedroom door shut and slipped the straps of her little summer dress down her arms.
"And? I want you," Gabriella said calmly, pulling her dress down so it landed about her ankles, "Get your clothes of Troy." She calmly kicked the dress away and reached around to her back to unclip her black bra.
"I am not going to have sex with my parents downstairs!" Troy hissed at her.
"Yes…you…are!" she snapped, throwing her bra away so she could forcibly undo his belt. "Get your top off!" Sighing almost sadly, his hopes that Gabriella would be her old self for one night fading rapidly, he pulled his shirt over his head.
"We'll have to be quiet," he gave in as she pulled his belt from the loops on his jeans. She clapped happily before hurriedly stripping both of them of the rest of their clothes…
Two weeks flew by for Troy, two weeks full of basketball and school and Gabriella (complete with her unpredictable mood swings). Sometimes she was almost the Gabriella he held in his heart and his memory but others times, the majority of times she was a jealous bitch that Troy could barely recognise. And she never wanted to talk or simply hang out any more; all she wanted to do…was fuck.
"Troy…" Gabriella purred into his ear as they sat together in the cafeteria.
"Not tonight Gabriella," Troy said slowly, "The games tonight."
"Oh right, I forgot," she shrugged and turned to Taylor, starting up a conversation with her brainy friend. Troy stared at the back of her head for a moment in shock; she'd forgotten his game!
"Who the hell are you?" he asked himself.
"What was that?" Gabriella asked, turning back to him briefly.
"Nothing," Troy answered, "I'm gonna go shoot some hoops."
"Ok," she smiled at him, tilting her head to the side expectantly. Obediently Troy kissed her briefly on the lips before leaving the table, dumping the remainder of his lunch on the way out. He changed his top in the locker room but didn't bother changing his khaki pants or his trainers, heading out onto the basketball court after grabbing a ball. Now as everyone in the school knew shooting hoops was normally easy for Troy Bolton but only a few people knew that when he was upset or worried his game was really off…like today.
"Something wrong Troy?" the deep voice behind him startled him and he spun, finding his dad watching him. Troy shrugged, turned back and shot the ball towards the hoop. It missed by a shocking amount. "What is it?"
"Nothing Coach," Troy shrugged.
"I'm not talking as your Coach now son," his dad said softly, "What is it?"
"Nothing Dad," Troy tried another shot and missed.
"Well get it sorted out before the game tonight, it's throwing off your game," he was automatically back to being his Coach, "Plus I hate seeing you upset like this. You know you can talk to me Troy."
"I know Dad. It's nothing important," Troy said, lining up for another shot.
"If you say so," his dad finally said just as the bell sounded loudly, "You should get to your class son. I'll see you later."
"Kay dad," Troy nodded, throwing the ball to his dad when the older man beckoned for it. He jogged into the locker room and changed back into his normal shirts before heading to his final class of the day.
It was a close game against the West High Knights but when wasn't it when they played their rivals. Troy forced himself to forget about everything but the game, forget about all of the trouble with Gabriella and the new scratches and bruises on his back from the night before. He played his heart out like the rest of his time and in the end they won by two tiny points. Unsurprisingly the gym was in uproar once the buzzer sounded and while Troy was scanning the crowd for his girlfriend he found himself with an armful of cheerleader.
"Well done Troy!" Terri squealed happily.
"Thanks Terri," Troy smiled at her, hugging her back. And that was when she kissed him, such a different kiss from Gabriella's. It was similar to their first few kisses but the complete opposite of the ones they shared lately. And she was wearing strawberry flavoured lip-gloss that tasted really nice. Troy had always had a weakness for strawberries. "Wait, I have a…Gabriella…" he said awkwardly, pushing Terri away from him.
"I know Troy! It was just a congratulations!" the cheerleader with an obvious crush of him laughed loudly, pecking him on the lips once more before moving on to hug Zeke almost as enthusiastically. No kiss for him though.
"Troy."
Troy winced at the dead tone to her voice and he turned to face her. Her face was calm but her eyes were furious and that told him she'd seen everything that had just happened. Her hand reached out and grabbed his upper arm, her nails digging in to the sweaty flesh.
"Gabby it was…"
"Stop. I won't hear it now," she hissed at him before smiling in a completely fake way throwing her arms around him in a hug, "Congratulations Wildcat!"
"Er…thanks Gabby," he said, hugging her back. She kissed him and then hissed in his ear, her other hand pulling painfully on his hair,
"We'll talk about that later."
"How dare you kiss her!" Gabriella screamed at the top of her voice and Troy was immensely glad his dad had taken his mum out to dinner to celebrate their victory. "Have you had her? Have you fucked her here? In your room?"
"No! Gabby I wouldn't cheat on you!" Troy defended himself.
"You just did!" she screamed and this time Troy had expected the slap and stepped back in time to miss it. "You are mine Troy! Mine!"
"What is with you?" Troy asked angrily, "Where is the nice girl I met on Christmas vacation? Where is the funny girl who used to laugh at my pathetic jokes? Why have you changed into something…something so horrible?"
"Horrible?! I haven't changed Troy! You've changed! You don't care about me anymore! What? You've had me now you want to have everyone else? Why don't you just jump into bed with Sharpay? I'm sure she'd put on a great show for you," Gabriella screamed at him.
"I care about you more than anything in the world Gabriella," Troy said quietly, looking down at her sadly, "Or I thought I did. I care about the old Gabriella more than anything in the entire world."
"I'm still the old Gabriella as you so nicely put it!" Gabriella screamed, the veins on her neck starting to stick out more than usual.
"No you're not!" Troy shouted at her, getting right up close to her face, "You are anything but the old Gabriella! The old Gabriella would never have believed anything you've been saying to me for so long and the old Gabriella would never have dreamed of hurting me the way you have!"
"Hurt you?" Gabriella laughed, "How have I hurt the big strong basketball jock?" Troy glared at her before pulling up his shirt, showing her the bruises and scratches on his chest and stomach, "That's not hurting you. That's rough sex." She dismissed it so easily.
"And what about all the times you've slapped me?" Troy asked.
"Aw the poor big basketball jock, hurt by a lovers quarrel," she laughed loudly. "Grow up Troy."
"Fine. I will grow up," he finally said after a long pause with the two of them glaring at each other, "Get out."
"What?" Gabriella asked disbelievingly.
"I said get out! We're over!" Troy shouted at her.
"What do you mean 'we're over'? You can't dump me!" she screeched angrily, her hands reaching out to grab his shirt.
"Yes I can and I am. I deserve better than this. I loved you Gabriella, I loved you as you were. I don't love you now," Troy said sadly, trying to remove her hands from his shirt. She looked more than furious now.
"You can't dump me! I won't let you!" she screamed, reaching up to scratch at his face, "You can't dump me!"
"Why not?" he asked, pushing her off of him but not before receiving some nasty scratches to his face that would be hell to explain to everyone.
"BECAUSE I'M PREGNANT!!!!"

A/N He he.
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