A/N: Here's my second story and my first High School Musical slash story. Mostly fluff, couple of lemons in next chapter- nothing major. Two parter. This chapter is told from Chad's POV.

Disclaimer: I own nothing from High School Musical 2 or 1 for that matter...

I Don't Dance: Chapter One: I Don't Dance!

I stepped out onto the field glaring. I wasn't in a good mood to begin with because my "best friend" was acting like a total asshole the whole week and now Sharpay's little stooge was spying on us. What shit is this, really? And now he's saying he can play baseball? And talking shit about dancing and how it's the same thing? I'm gonna fuck this kid up.

Ryan walks over to the pitchers mound, "Hey, batter, batter, hey batter, batter swing." He sings to me, cat calling. I ignore it stretching the bat against my back, twisting back and forth.

"I've go to just do my thing," I say surprised at the bitter sing-song voice that emits from my voice.

"Hey, batter, batter, hey batter, batter swing," Ryan sings from the pitchers mound... again, he starts catching pitches from the umpire singin', "I'll show you that it's one and the same: Baseball, dancing, same game. It's easy: Step up to the plate, start, swingin."

Now I knock my chin up, stare him down and tell him straight out, getting more pissed off by the second at his drama club musical that he's hosting on the pitch " I wanna play ball now, and that's all. This is what I do. It ain't no dance that you can show me." Yet, my voice still comes out singing.

Then the girls from the stands sing, "You'll never know it you never try."

What? This guy has the girls on his side? His sissy dance moves what does he think he is? Cute or somethin'?

I move my shoulders and hold the bat back, "There's just one little thing that stops me every time, yeah."

"Come on!" Ryan sings, as I jump out of the way of one of his baseballs. I roll my eyes, like it's that easy twinkle toes. I don't know what he thinks he getting at but I know one thing:

"I don't dance."

He points to me and smiles a very condescendingly cute smile- shit did I just say Ryan was cute? What am I thinking? He's a dude. "I know you can."

I glare at him, partly for making me think that shit, "Not a chance."

"If I could do this, well, you could do that," Ryan sings letting off some more fancy foot work. I shake my head.

"But I don't dance!" I sing/yell at him. How long will it take him to learn?

"Hit it out of the park!" Ryan yells, watching my ball fly.

"I don't dance," I sing bringing his attention back to me, why did I do that?

Ryan smiles almost as if he knows what's going through my head, "I say you can."

I glare at him again, shaking my head, "There's not a chance." I run off to first base.

"Slide home, you score, swingin on the dance floor," Ryan says throwing a ball trying to get me out for stealing. For some reason I find myself mesmerize by his gyrating body. I wonder momentarily what it would feel like to have him dance like that on me, grinding into me...

"I don't dance, no," I sing, trying to focus on the game and not the weird ass thoughts in my head about Ryan.

"Hey, batter, batter, hey batter, batter swing," Ryan taunts.

"I've go to just do my thing," I growl out still glaring at him.

"Hey, batter, batter, hey batter, batter swing," he taunts again and then dissolves into more dance moves on the mound , "Two-steppin, now you're up to bat. Bases loaded, do your dance. It's easy:

Take your best shot, just hit it."

He raises his eyebrows at my as I walk back up to home plate blowing a bubble with my gum, it almost look as if he was checking my out or something...

Now I'm throughly pissed off, screw this shit I'm done playing around, "I've got what it takes, playin my game, so you better spin that pitch you're gonna throw me, yeah. I'll show you how I

swing."

We're back to our baiting game now, he stares me in the eye and I return it, "You'll never know if you never try." I could have sworn he just winked at me.

"There's just one little thing that stops me every time. Yeah."

"Come on!" he eggs me on, tilting his head back a bit.

I hiss, "I don't dance."

Ryan and the girls sing in unison, "I know you can."

"Not a chance," I say as I miss the pitch.

Ryan gears up for another throw, "If I could do this, well, you could do that."

"But I don't dance!"

"Hit it out of the park!" Ryan yells again. I do just that, you happy now Ryan?

"I don't dance," I scream as I run around the bases, brining his attention back to me again.

He smiles coyly at me, "I say you can."

I smirk back, "There's not a chance."

"Slide home, you score, swingin on the dance floor," Ryan sings.

"I don't dance, no," I say back to him, as I run to home.

Shit now he's got my other teammates dancing? "Lean back, tuck it in, take a chance. Swing it out, spin around, do the dance."

Now that I'm on the mound and he's up to bat I start to make fun of him, I let of a move of my own singing, "I wanna play ball, not dance hall. I'm makin' a triple, not a curtain call."

"I can prove it to you til you know it's true, cause I can swing it, I can bring it to the diamond too," Ryan sings out. Gods, why did he jut out his crotch when he did that? My face feels hot and it isn't from the sun.

I nod to him, pull back, "You're talkin a lot; show me what you gat. Stop."

"SWING!!!!" everyone shouts.

Ryan still sings as he runs around the bases, "Hey. Come on, swing it like this. Oh, swing!" Meanwhile the rest of the freakin' team is dancing in the out field, what is this?

I run out there as Ryan joins them, "Ooh."

He runs another base singing, "Jitterbug...just like that. That's what I mean; that's how you swing."

"You make a good pitch but I don't believe," I shout to him as we do another move.

"I say you can," Ryan says clapping his hands above his head and he juts out his crotch again. For some weird reason I (and the rest of the team) follows his lead.

"I know I can't," I tell him.

Then we say together with him rolling his eyes at me, "I don't dance."

My eyes narrow at him, he smirks then he winks, "You can do it."

Now we're facing each other closer than we've ever been and I feel myself start to blush, to cover I make some weird move in front of his face, "I don't dance, no."

He smiles again, only breaking eyes contact to do a quick slide, "Nothin' to it. Ata boy, ata boy. Yeah."

For some reason I can't keep my eyes of his lips, "Hey, batter, batter, hey batter, batter what?" I raise my arms up.

"One, two, three, four, everybody swing!" Ryan calls, really getting the crowd going. Then he swerves around on me.

"COME ON!!!" we both yell.

Still defiant, "I don't dance."

Still trying, "I know you can."

I shake my head, "Not a chance."

Then the girls in the stands get going, "If I could do this, well, you could do that."

"But I don't dance!"

"Hit it out of the park!" Ryan yells again even though no one is batting. He dances a circle around me.

"I don't dance."

"I say you can," he winks again. I force my eyes not to do the same.

"There's not a chance."

"Slide home, you score, swingin on the dance floor," Ryan said catching the ball.

"I don't dance, nooooooooo," I say as I dive into home. Ryan flies into my body and over my head. Bad move. My head is lying in his crotch. I gulp. Getting up hurriedly I huff, taking off my cap. I gulp again looking from my team to Ryan, then sheepishly I say, "So if you were to teach me to dance what would those moves be?"

Ryan just smiles.

Chapter One Completed.

A/N: That was the best I could get from the vids of this scene on youtube plus some added fluff well more or less fluff.