Been a long time since I've written anything, but this idea has been gnawing at me for weeks. I hope you guys enjoy it x
The sun was just beginning to disappear beyond the horizon, casting a pleasant orange glow over the streets below, even as the shadows began to lengthen. Oblivious to the dying sounds of bird song, Troy Bolton and Chad Danforth thundered up the court at a furious pace. Their hair was matted to their heads, their faces coated in a shiny sheen of sweat.
"Time out, man," Chad declared breathlessly just as Troy landed another perfect jump shot. "We've been at this all day, I don't know how many more times I can handle you beating my ass."
Troy smirked, "I could probably beat it countless more times, just as a reference point for next time. I gotta go shower anyway, I've got a date with Laura tonight." At the mention of the girl's name, he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"Laura Bennett? No. Fucking. Way." Chad sputtered in disbelief, searching his best friend's eyes for even the faintest sign that he might be bluffing.
"Way," Troy replied easily, stooping to grab his towel before running it hastily over his face. "Don't look at me like that Chad. After twelve years of being my best friend, you should know by now that I'm irresistible to the opposite sex."
"Yeah, so I'm gonna go ahead and assume a third of them are blind, a third of them are stupid and the remaining third are both."
"Your words hurt me right here," Troy said, gesturing to his heart. "You're just upset that you can't get any girl you want, Chad. It's 'cause you don't have the look I have. I look at a girl that way, and I've got her eating out of the palm of my hand."
"Glad to see you're doing something about your low self esteem," Chad commented sarcastically. "You can't get any girl you want, Bolton. Last time I checked, Gabriella Montez won't even give you the time of day."
"It's probably because Sharpay's filled her head with nonsense and lies," replied Troy, smirking cockily. "And it's not as if I've ever decided I wanted her, if I did want her attention, believe me, I could get it- no problem."
Chad, who had been taking a drink from his water bottle, sprayed water everywhere as he fought to control his sudden bout of laughter. "Troy, Gabriella is not going to be the kind of girl who will worship the ground you walk on and fall head over heels in love with you."
Troy frowned, "Is that a challenge, Danforth? I bet I could make her fall in love with me in less than two months."
"Really, and what would I have to gain out of this bet?"
"If I get her to admit she loves me in fifty days or less, you have to dye your hair Sharpay's favorite shade of pink and give two hundred and fifty bucks. And if I can't, then..."
"Then you have to admit to everybody at the next pep rally that you were terrified of the dark and slept with a bunny rabbit night light until you were twelve. And give me two hundred and fifty bucks," Chad declared, his face breaking into a grin.
Troy cringed inwardly, and wondered why he had ever shared that piece of information with his best friend when he had always known it would come back and bite him in the ass someday. "Fine," he agreed without hesitation. "You've got yourself a deal."
Chad stared at him incredulously, as though he had completely lost his mind or had perhaps grown a second head. "So you're that certain of your so called abilities?"
"Oh Chad, I'm hurt that you have so little faith in me. I'm Troy Bolton, girls can't help but fall all over me," he replied, nonchalantly spinning the basketball they had been playing with earlier on his finger.
"Game on, Bolton. You've got fifty days to make her fall in love with you."