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What Do You Want From Me?
Summary: Troy's dad dies and the team gets a new coach. He's incrediblly nice to the team, but not Troy. There's something that ties him and Troy together but what is it? And why is it that this guy has the same last name as Troy Bolton? Warnings: child abuse Cowrite with Stessa
Disclaimer: We do not own hsm.
Chapter One: Gone
Troy Bolton was your typical high school boy. He was the basketball star. He was popular, and known by the entire student body. He had a beautiful girlfriend, who was smart and sweet. He had a great family, with a mom and a dad. He had everything a typical guy would have.
And he loved his life. There was not a thing he would change about it. Well, maybe except for the whole school thing. He didn't enjoy school that much, not like his girlfriend, but he went, because he had to, and because he wanted to hang out with his friends and whoever else he might meet.
And this was like any regular day for him. He was sitting in a boring French class, staring into space. Their teacher, an old woman named Mrs. White, who spoke French with a thick accent, because she had lived there for several years, was going on about verbs and the ways to inflect them, but Troy didn't pay attention. A few of the "geeks" were writing down on their papers furiously, but he didn't care. He was too lazy to even take his books up. It was a wonder he was able to maintain his grades.
Troy turned his gaze to the side, and stared out the window, getting lost in the clear blue sky. It had been a great day so far. And he couldn't wait until basketball practise. His father was coming to school only to practise with them next period. He didn't have any PE classes today, so it was only for basketball. During free period, and then after school as well.
His eyes snapped back to Mrs. White as she gave them a text to read and analyze. He took the piece of paper, and stared blankly down at the words. He really wasn't in the mood for this. It'd ruin his awesome day. But unfortunately he had to do it. That was the thing with school. If you didn't do anything, you'd get send down to the office, or get a whole bunch of work to do at home. He really didn't want to stay up all night to do French, so he better get started to now.
He didn't get to work long though, because just then Principle Matsui's voice came through the system;
"Can I please see Troy Bolton to office immediately?"
Troy looked confused for a second, as whispers started going through the class.
"What's up, dude?" Jason asked, whispering quietly, not to be caught, but it didn't really matter, because everyone else was talking and whispering too.
"I dunno…" Troy muttered, and quickly started to gather his stuff together, trying not to disturb the class as he went. But he shouldn't care, because even though Mrs. White was giving them all hard glares, they kept talking.
"Yo Troy?!" someone shouted, from behind him, "What have you done?"
Troy shook his head, but else ignored the fool. He then grabbed his bag, and looked at Mrs. White, who gave him a disapproving look, even though it wasn't possibly his fault. He hadn't done anything to get himself into the trouble, so it had to be Principle Matsui who wanted to see him about something important.
He hurried out of the classroom and down the hall, the whispering following him.
"Wow, Troy Bolton at the office…"
"I wonder what's up?"
"Do you know anything?"
"No, I don't. Do you…"
"I can't even think of a thing he could have done… He's like the perfect student."
"Weird."
He closed the door behind himself, cutting their voices off as well. Then he hurried down the hall, still thinking things over in his head. He couldn't figure out what was up. Was it good news? Had he done something great for the school? Was it about the Champion Chips? Or did something happen…
It didn't take him very long to arrive at the office, so he stopped outside, taking a calming breath. He felt nervous, and he was worried now. It couldn't be good, he was sure of it. He suddenly had a very bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He closed his eyes, and leaned his head against the wall for a second, enjoying the piece and quiet while it lasted. He didn't know why, but he had a feeling that hell was about to break loose for him.
When he had calmed himself a bit, he grabbed the handle to the door, and entered the secretary's office. He shot her a smile, and was about to say something, but she cut him off,
"Principle Matsui is waiting for you right now. You can go right in."
And he nodded, while receiving a sad smile from the old lady. He crossed the room, and gently knocked on the wooden door, his heart beating faster and faster.
"Come in."
It was his que, so he opened the door and stepped inside. He paused for a second, and took in his surroundings. He'd only been in the office once before, when Principle Matsui wanted to praise him for a great team, and it looked the same. Except for one thing… It wasn't a happy smile that met him. It was a rather sad one.
"Take a seat," Principle Matsui said, gesturing towards the chair in front of him.
Troy almost threw his bag at the floor, and took a seat, curiously peeking at the Principle. He wanted to know what was up; he almost couldn't wait to find out. Even if the news were bad, he had to know. He couldn't stand not knowing. He had always been curious, and he was sure he'd be it until he died.
"Troy, I don't exactly know how to say this…"
Okay, now Troy changed his mind. He didn't want to find out what happened…No…okay…he did, but he was scared at what was going to come out of Mr. Matsui's mouth.
"Troy, I'm terribly sorry…but your father passed away today."
Troy's world came crumbling down at that instant. It felt as though he were hyperventilating. He couldn't breathe…couldn't hear Mr. Matsui telling him to calm down… Many thoughts were running through his mind.
What were they going to do? 'They' meaning him and his mom. How were they going to survive? They couldn't afford anything on their own. He was going to have to get two jobs…quit school, something. How could his father just leave like that? Troy didn't understand. His father was meant to be there for him. He was meant to help him with his basketball career. Show him all the ropes in life…
"Troy, Troy honey, mom is here. I'm going to need you to calm down," a voice echoed in his ear, but he could barely hear it. Nothing was getting through to him. It was as if he had closed off the world. Like he was in some kind of trance…
"He's not responding, why isn't he responding?" the same voice sobbed, it was still faint.
"I don't know Mrs. Bolton. Maybe he went into some kind of shock."
"How do we get him out of it?? Troy, Troy? TROY!"
He felt something shaking him…his head was falling from side to side but he couldn't seem to get to whoever was shaking him.
"Mrs. Bolton!"
"I'm sorry! But he won't respond…Troy's it's your mother. Come on honey, snap out of it."
Water was suddenly covering Troy's body. He screamed, and jumped out of the chair, the water dripping onto the floor; shaking uncontrollably.
Arms embraced him; Troy stiffened but then found that they belonged to his mother. He fell against her. The water soaking her, but she didn't care. All she cared about right now was her baby boy.
"Troy I'm sorry but you weren't talking or responding to anything! You were in some kind of trance."
He turned to her, tears now forming into his eyes.
"Mom…" He didn't even have to say anything. Mrs. Bolton tightened her hold on him and the two held on to each other as if their lives depended on it.
"It's gonna be okay…" Mrs. Bolton promised, as she hugged her son tight, "It's gonna be okay, we'll figure something out, Troy."
"But how can it be okay when dad is gone?" Troy asked, looking deeply into her eyes. He didn't really want to cry, because he knew he had to stay strong for her. Her husband was gone.
"We'll figure something out, Troy." She repeated, as she pulled away from him, turning to look at Principal Matsui, "Is it okay if Troy goes home for the rest of the day?" she questioned.
Principal Matsui could do nothing but nod, "Of course, we'll see him when he's ready."
The two Boltons went for the door, "Thank you," Mrs. Bolton then replied, before opening it.
"Once again, I am so sorry!" Principal Matsui added, before they stood in the secretary's office. They didn't even speak to her, they just crossed the room, and came out in the hallway. It was empty, because the students were still in class.
"It's gonna be okay, Troy!" his mother promised, hugging him tightly again, now that they were alone, "It's okay to cry. You need to get it out."
Troy couldn't help but let the tears fall, when she hugged him tighter. He couldn't really comprehend the thought. His father was really gone, he was… He was dead. They wouldn't see him again. He'd never get back. It was scary to think about it. What were they gonna do?
"How did he die?" Troy whispered, as he still had his head buried in his mother's chest.
"It was a car crash." His mother responded, "The police is investigating it, because something seemed to be wrong with the car. The motor suddenly just.. blew up, or something."
Troy's lips trembled, and he cried again. His father died while he was on his way to get to school. He was coming to practice with his team, the thing he loved the most, and he died. It was a horrible thought. And why was something wrong with the motor, his father always knew how to fix his car properly! He wouldn't have made a mistake with it!
"Let's get home, okay Troy?" Mrs. Bolton asked, brushing a piece of his hair out of his eyes, "Let's get home. There's no use staying here, all right? It's not gonna help either of us."
Troy nodded lightly, and pulled away from his mom, placing an arm around her. As he turned to go for the door, his eyes caught Sharpay's… What was she doing there? Why wasn't she in class?
He lowered his gaze, and led his mom out of the school, while Sharpay just watched them leave, a curious, yet worried look in her eyes.