A.N.: Ok so this is my second fanfic. I hope you guys like it!
Warning: Tryan. Slash. Don't like, don't read. Rated T. There's alot of swearing and I must say that Ryan is a very big potty mouth!
The point's of view change...sorry. I couldn't make up my mind. It starts out in first person but then goes to third person and then changes back to first person again. So it goes back and forth.
Disclaimer: I own the cast of High School Musical. They are all in my backyard right now and let me tell you...it's not easy owning your very own hostage. You have to feed them and bath them and all that stuff. Well Zac is in the backyard right now with Ashley. They're going to have babies! So there's going to be abunch of little hostages running around! Yay! But I had to euthinize Vanessa because she was a bad girl. She would always attack my leg! Corbin and Monique enjoy living outside. They like to dig and sniff things. And Lucas gets to sleep in my bed with me because he's special! And, he's house-trained! It's very hard to house-train hostages you know.
Hostage. A man's best friend
Haha so without further ado...let's go on with the story.
Story: Oh Please
Chapter: East High
Fucking East High. Why the hell do I go there? I can move right? Then why do I stay? It's because of fucking Troy Bolton that I stay. He's like a drug. I can't live with him, can't live a second of life without him. The only problem is that Troy isn't gay. Ugh, life sucks sometimes.
I walked into the white hallways of East High. All eyes on me and my sister of course, but I think people linger on me longer. Why do they have to stare? I'm gay not deadly.
Of course East High is sepreated by groups. All highschools are.
There's the weed smoking skater kids who don't give a damn about themselves or other people.
The band geeks, who think they should get out of P.E. just for marching at football games. Oh please.
The nerds, who think they own the school now that that little tramp Gabriella Montez is going out with Troy Bolton. That little slut needs to get life.
And of course the jocks. The kids who own the school. The hottest people you will ever see in your life. Why does something so deadly have to be so good looking? Of course, they are all homophobic. Typical. It seems like East High is the prime target for stereotypes. And of course, me being gay, people avoid me, in fear that my gayness may rub off on them. I'm not contagious.
The jocks own the school, and I have to go through senior year with them beating the shit out of me every chance they get. Including Troy.
Fucking Troy.
Why does he have to be so damn delicious?
Why can't I see him like I see all the other jocks? It's because inside, I know Troy is gay. Call it gay-dar, but I have a feeling he is. What jock has a sense of style? What jock uses fruity shampoo? (Yes, I give Troy the occasional sniff when he punches my gut) Why kind of jock winks at the gay boy when no one is looking?
The gay jock, that's who.
Troy Bolton fell from the gay tree and hit every gay branch on his way down. On top of that, he landed on a gay guy, and that happens to be me.
But oh well. Once Troy feels comfortable, I know he'll be running to me.
"Look Out!" I hear Sharpay yell.
Look out for what? I look ahead and feel, rather than see, a door slam in my face. I fall back and feel the blood run down my nose. Of course, I hear everybody laughing.
Fucking East High.