Rewritten

I've never really felt super happy with this chapter. When I started the story, I had a whole other idea in mind. And I just wanted to make a few tiny changes that have always bugged me.

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I didn't understand it. He never use to talk to me, I don't even remember him ever even looking at me.

I was perfectly fine with my life. I went through everything unnoticed, got my homework done, ate my lunch in peace, and never got into stupid drama.

My official standing is that I don't have any drama in my life, and I stand by that. My idiotic little sister gets herself into "drama" all the time. She complains and complains about stupid little things. Her friends aren't spending enough time with her. Her friends are spending too much time with her. Her phone is out of date. Her food is touching. You know who deserves to complain, the little kids in Africa that have to drink polluted water and eat whatever they can find. Not spoiled little teenagers that are materialistic.

If she wasn't my sister I wouldn't have to love her. I'm pretty sure my superficial socialite mother likes her better than me. I don't care though.

But where was I? Oh yes, the turning point in my life.

One day I was walking home from school, which I do every day so I didn't think anything would happen. And suddenly, I was turned around and before I could even speak, or blink, a pair of lips was on mine…kissing me.

Now, I'm not a prude, but I'm not crude either. I just don't see sex as a big deal. The only reason I was a virgin was because I never found a guy that didn't find me creepy. But this was my first kiss.

My first thought was to push the guy off me, but I didn't, I couldn't. I felt something I never felt before, something weird, tingly, perfect, arousing. Since my eyes were closed, I couldn't see who the kissing assailant was. But when I pulled back, and opened my eyes, I raised an eyebrow and blinked a few times in shock.

Troy Bolton was in front of me. Troy Bolton kissed me. Troy Bolton was my first kiss.

Fuck.

I think I was more confused than shocked though. I mean, come on. Why would the hottest and most popular guy in school kiss me? I'm the outcast that likes being an outcast. The freak, geek, nerd, embarrassment to nature, I've even been called a fucking witch.

Then he was gone. Just like that, he ran away, seeming a little freaked out.

Of course I was confused, but I didn't ponder over it really. It was probably just a weird dare his friends made him do. I've had weirder things happen to me. Like this one time, the cheerleaders from school, most notably Sharpay Evans, they dropped paint on me, and then got even madder when I kept walking and finished the rest of the day without trying to get the paint off me. It wasn't acid, it was just paint.

So I went home, did my homework, and was happy that Maria, my mother, was out of town, it was Thursday, and Jessica, my sister, was sleeping over her friend's house. I got to blast my room with music, and there was no one home to tell me to turn it down.

I fell on my bed and that's when Re-Education Through Labor came on, one of my favorite songs. For some reason it made me think of the kiss that I could still feel on my lips. They were slightly tingling, still, even after all these hours.

I heard lightning, and figured it was raining. But then I heard a knock at my window and raised an eyebrow. It obviously wasn't a psycho, or a robber, because they wouldn't mind to knock, but I was curious as to why someone would be at my window and not the front door. I didn't realize I was wearing a bra, panties, and just a big t-shit. So I didn't put some pants on before I opened the curtains.

My eyes widened when I saw Troy standing on my balcony, soaking wet. I couldn't deny that he looked hot with his hair slightly in his face, and his intense look made my knees feel a little weak.

He was staring at me. I couldn't even tell if he was blinking. After a few moments I opened the window/door, and before I could even ask him why the fuck he was here, his lips were on mine. My eyes widened, before they rolled to the back of my head as he pushed me against the wall roughly and slipped his tongue in my mouth.

I'm pretty sure my mind shut down because I couldn't think, I could only feel. He pulled away and lifted my shirt off me. His lips were then suddenly attached to my neck, kissing, biting, sucking, and all I could do was moan helplessly. When he nibbled on my earlobe, I was surprised at the squeal that came out of me, and I didn't even complain when he, literally, ripped my bra off.

He just stood in front of me, staring at my chest. The look in his eyes made me feel aroused, and slightly scared. He took off his shirt and I'm pretty sure my jaw hit the ground. He had a six-pack, a NICE happy trail, and I can safely say he had the best body in the universe.

I felt my fingers itch to run down his chest, but before I could, his body was pressed against me and he lifted me up by my ass. It seemed my legs had a mind of their own, because they wrapped around him.

My head fell back, and my hands went to his hair when he pushed me back up against the window and started to lightly kiss my breasts. He seemed gentle for a moment, but then he bit me and started sucking like a starved man. I didn't notice that I was grinding against him until I heard him grunt out, "Fuck."

I think that's when my senses came back. It not like I wanted a relationship with him, but I didn't want the entire school, and possibly the rest of the world, to see me losing my virginity. I was sure this was a dare, and there was a camera somewhere.

I unwrapped my legs from around him, hopping he would get the message and put me down. But he didn't, he kept his arms wrapped around me tight. I raised an eyebrow at him. "Can you put me down now?"

"No." He said before nipping at the base of my neck.

I guess that was the end of our talking, because he threw me on the bed, and as he was crawling closer to me, he pulled my head in for a hard kiss, and for some reason, it felt passionate. My hands went to his chest, eager to feel his six-pack, but he grabbed my hands by their wrists and pinned them above my head.

I felt like I was on fire. And the way his mouth covered every inch of me felt like he was worshiping me. "Oh fuck." That wasn't supposed to come out. Damn those lips of his.

He started rubbing his rock hard erection against my lacy underwear covered core. "I need to be in you so badly." He whispered harshly against my neck.

I cleared my throat. "Just go slow at first."

His head came back up so his eyes were looking into mine. "You're a virgin?" I couldn't tell if he was excited or shocked.

I was confused. Everyone called me a virgin, regularly. I guess I just assumed that he thought I was a virgin too. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't care if I was a virgin, but for some reason I told him the truth.

"Yes, I am." I said with a little head nod. I wasn't ashamed of being a virgin, or being inexperienced. I've never even had an orgasm.

He looked at me blankly for a few moments before his eyes turned dark, and his lips claimed mine with a hunger I thought only existed in romance novels. I felt his tongue probing my mouth in rhythm of his hips rocking against mine. It felt so unbelievably amazing, I couldn't imagine what it would feel like if he were inside me.

His mouth moved to my neck and he started sucking on a certain spot harshly. I didn't even notice his hand was sneaking down to my soaking wet panties. I faintly heard Since I've Been Loving You by Led Zeppelin; I guess I didn't turn off my iPod. But the thought didn't even bother me, cause he rubbed my…I'm not gonna sugarcoat shit. He rubbed my pussy through my panties and a loud moan erupted from my lips. And it seemed he was affected by my moan, because he growled against my neck and started fingering me, hard. It was almost too much.

"Troy." I heard his name escape my lips in a sultry whisper.

He groaned and I felt his dick against my leg. I guess he was trying to relieve some of the pressure on his hard dick. I can't imagine what it's like to have a penis, but I figured it would feel weird.

His lips went to my ear again, and while not even letting up on his assault, he growled out. "Say it again." But I couldn't get anything to come out of my mouth. All I could do was pant.

When I didn't comply, he added another finger and started pounding his fingers in and out of me. "TROY." I screamed out unintentionally. It seemed he was satisfied too, because he moaned with a nod and went back to sucking on my neck.

I felt a tingle in my stomach, but I shrugged it off. When I felt it again a few seconds later, it was stronger, and harsher, and it was getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger…and bigger…Oh god, Troy Bolton was about to give me my first orgasm.

I was coming closer, and closer, I was almost there. Then it suddenly stopped. Now, I should have yelled, "What the fuck." But instead, I just looked at him confused and desperate to know why he stopped.

He shook his head. It seemed he knew about the dilemma he just caused me. "I want the first time you cum to be while my cock is buried in your tight little pussy, while I pump in and out of you, while you scream my name."

He took his fingers out of my and brought them up to his lips, without even hesitating, he licked my juices of his fingers. His eyes glazed over and he moaned…It was really hot.

It was like I wasn't in control of my body, because my hands went down to chest and undid his belt before pushing his jeans and boxers down his legs, with the help of my feet. He looked into my eyes and it seemed like he was silently asking permission to push into me and take me for all I'm worth. I nodded my head and he slowly made his way into me, which surprised me. I thought he would just slam it home and not even care about the scream that came out of me.

I'm not one for screaming, but having your hymen broken really hurts. After a few seconds I felt all better and opened my eyes. I saw his face scrunched up and it seemed he was using all his strength not to pound into me over and over. "Troy." I whispered softly. He opened his eyes and looked at me while taking short breaths. "Please move now."

He let out a breath and pulled out slowly before slowly thrusting back in. The rapture on his face was amusing to watch, and it only made the tingly feeling in my stomach more strong.

"Oh fuck yes." He groaned out as he seemed to lose control and started to move in and out of me faster, and harder.

I noticed he was staring at something; I looked down to where he was staring and saw my chest moving up and down rapidly. Wow, I barely even noticed I was panting that hard, I was too focused on the pleasure he was giving me.

"Oh god." I breathed out.

Apparently he heard me. "Louder…scream my name for everyone to hear…For everyone to know you're mine."

I bucked my hips against his as I felt that same feeling as I did before. I was close to something. "Oh Troy…Troy…Troy…TROY."

"Cum for me." He sounded like he was almost over that edge too. And after two more seconds…it happened.

A tingly rush that started at where we were joined spread throughout my body and made me buck and shake uncontrollably. It was so amazing. And then I heard Troy moan out loudly before I felt him cum in me. His forehead pressed against mine as he shuddered.

He leaned on his elbows to keep his weight off me. His eyes glazed over as he leaned down slowly and kissed me gently. I could only stare at him blankly as he pecked my lips a few more times.

He rolled off of me and that's when I thought he was leaving. But I was wrong, and shocked when he grabbed my sheet and pulled it over us before pulling me on top of him.

This is probably where I should say something…right? Well I just had mind blowing, afro popping sex, and lying on Troy made me sleeping.

For some reason, I felt kind of…perfect. Like this was where I was supposed to be. He gave a content grunt and said, "Good night." I lifted my head from his chest and looked at him as he went to sleep. I was so tired too, and sleeping seemed like such a great idea. But I was too shocked. He was sleeping here!

I wasn't mad, just shocked. Actually, the only thing I could feel was sleeping and perfectly comfortable lying on Troy's chest. If this was some romance story, the author would then say, "The heat of his body was warming her, and she couldn't help but notice that they fit together like puzzle pieces."

Cheesy

Maybe the first part was true, but I refuse to acknowledge the fact that our bodies fit perfectly together like puzzle pieces.

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