Hey! This is my first story, so be nice. I'd like some feed back on this. No real plot line has been set up as of yet, just sorting setting it for things. I'm open to suggestions and allt hat stuff. I'm trying to keep the characters as close to the actual movie characters as I can, feedback on that would be just wonderful. Anyway, hope you like it, please review.

Disclaimer: Everyone seems to do this so, yeah. Don't own HSM or anything like that.

One in a Million

Chapter 1: A Chance Collision

Ms. Darbus's voice droned on and on for what seemed like ever. Ryan Evans sat there, truly trying to pay attention to whatever it is she was saying, in her normal theatrical tone, as she waltzed about the front of the room. But alas, it was to no avail. He found his eye lids drooping down from the massive amount of boredom that the drama teacher was heaping on her class. Normally he was interested in what she had to say because it was about the theater. And he was the drama king after all. But she was going on about some Broadway play that was coming out in the next month or so. Ryan wanted to hear about the next school musical. Trying to keep himself awake, Ryan turned his head, trying to find anything interesting. It wasn't that difficult of a task for he was sitting right next to the window.

Looking out of the large glass window, Ryan observed the outside of the school. The freshly cut green grass was shining in the sun while the trees' branches rustled in the wind. 'It'd be nice to just lie there.' Ryan thought to himself as he watched the grass fan up and down as the cool breeze brushed across it. He wanted to just lie there and soak up the sun until Ms. Darbus was done with whatever she was ranting about now.

"Mr. Evans," Ryan's head shot back to the front of the classroom, "Is there something more interesting out there than what I have to say?" She asked in a very dramatic voice.

'Yes.' Ryan thought to himself, "No." He answered in monotone voice, and he pretended to once again focus on her as she continued her ranting.

Across the room, Troy Bolton sat, hung halfway over his desk, propping his head up with his arm. Since he was no where near a window, he entertained himself by trying to blow the hair out of his eyes over and over again. Ever since he was in the spring musical, he had like the drama department a whole lot more, but this was just torture. His eyes wandered back to the clock again, which he had been eyeing for the past ten minutes. "Five...four...," he counted to himself as he watched the clock, "three...two..."

Just as he said "one" the bell rang, signaling the end of the day, and all of the students quickly got up and eagerly shuffled to the door. Except for Ryan. He stood up slowly, slung his messenger bag over his head and proceeded to follow Sharpay out the door. She always waited for everyone to leave so no one would bump into her. She had even waited for Ms. Darbus to leave.

Ryan lazily followed his twin sister, closing his eyes to yawn. He hadn't taken five steps before he crashed into something; something hard. Stumbling back, Ryan fell to the floor, landing hard on his butt with a loud thud. Sharpay had already exited the room so she couldn't have seen what had happened. Not that she would've have made a difference anyway.

The small blonde boy groaned, rubbing his nose, eyes still closed. "Oww..." He muttered, still trying to rub the pain out, "Stupid door frame...that's the fourth time this week."

"Sorry about that, dude." Ryan looked up and saw none other than East High's basketball star, Troy Bolton, who was obviously trying to hold back laughter, "Lemme help you up." The tall brunette reached down and grabbed the hand that Ryan was using to rub his nose, and with one strong pull, Ryan was on his feet."You ok?"

Ryan shook his head, trying to get his embarrassment out of his face, and tried to smile, "Yeah, sorry. Wasn't watching where I was going." He was a bit dizzy from how quickly he was yanked up.

"Again." Troy smiled back, "That's the forth time this week you've hit the door frame." He said sarcastically with a small laugh. Ryan laughed too, but it was more of a "I'm stupid" kind of laugh as his face turned a light shade of pink.

"Yeah...well, I wasn't paying attention, I guess." The meek boy said softly trying to return his face to it's natural color. 'He heard that?' He thought in utter embarrassment.

"No worries." Troy gave his signature smile, "I'll see ya around." With that he walked off, leaving Ryan in a blur.

Normally, Ryan could compose himself in manner that wasn't so embarrassing. Boys had never made him blush so easily in the past. No matter how cute they were. No that he thought Troy was cute or anything. But he did have a nice smile. Ryan shook his head clear of his annoying thoughts and exited the classroom. Making his way down the empty hallway, he gazed lazily around. There was no sign of the basketball star anywhere. For some reason this made the drama king frown.

'Why am I frowning,' Ryan thought to himself. 'I've never cared where Troy was before. Except when he was in the spring musical. And that was only because he stole my role. But then again, I didn't really mind. Sharpay is the angry twin. I'm more of the quite shy one.' He nodded to himself, 'Being an understudy was a new experience. Not that I'd want to repeat it.' The blonde was deep in conversation with himself as he strode down the hallway of the school. 'And I've never blushed that easily before either. I guess I was just caught off guard. I did think he was a wall after all.'

The blonde boy let out a small laugh.

'Yeah, a wall. He did have a pretty rock hard body though...' His thoughts trailed off. Unfortunately, his imagination he was cut short by a locker door slamming shut. Ryan lifted his head up to see his sister, Sharpay, standing in front of him. She looked slightly annoyed, but then again, she always did.

"What took you so long?" She said, a smile appearing on her face, "Walk into the door frame again?"

"Yeah..." Ryan lied, his cheeks turning a slight pink color.

"Isn't that the forth time this week?" She asked, in her high pitched, pretend to be innocent, voice.

"Something like that. Let's go." The boy said quickly, trying to change the subject.

"Ok!" Sharpay shrugged and bounded off in the direction of the exit.

"Whew." Ryan let out a sigh of relief as he followed her out the exit. He didn't want her to know that he actually ran into Troy. That would've started awkward conversations. He knew that one of her million questions would've been what did it feel like. And that is something that he did not want to get into at the moment. Or even think about.

Ryan gulped. Or did he?

Troy dug through the mess in his locker, looking for a textbook. It was such a mess inside the small metal rectangle that he wasn't having much luck finding it. Dropping a few papers on the white tiled floor, the tall basketball player bent down, till sifting through the junk in his locker.

"They should make lockers bigger..." He muttered in frustration, not finding the book he wanted.

After about five more minutes of desperate searching, he let out a big huff and gave up. Sitting down on the floor, his mind trailed back to the "meeting" he had had with Ryan. He let out a small laugh, remembering that Ryan had thought he was the door frame. 'I guess that means that he thought my body was pretty hard' He smiled.

Realizing what he was thinking, he quickly shook his and stood up. Quickly shoving the mess back in his locker, he turned on his heel and started for the exit. Why had that thought made his smile? And thinking about the whole crashing into each other incident, why had he been smiling the whole time he had talked to Ryan. Watching the way his face turned red and his whole body tense up when Troy had tease him about the door frame. Wasn't that the way he talked to girls when he flirted with them? Teasing them innocently to make the feel embarrassed and give him the upper hand? Troy shook his head for a final time, determined to keep his mind off these disturbing thoughts and started to walk home, at a rather fast pace.