Author's Note: I do NOT own anything. I do NOT own the characters, but I DO own the plot line.

WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS SLASH (MALE/MALE) PAIRINGS, DON'T LIKE THEN DON'T READ.

NEVERMORE

RYAN'S POV

I walk down the stairs to the room where all my fantasies invade me, distract me from learning. I walk into my third period anatomy class, and there he is, Troy Bolton. He sits in the second row back and I quickly dash for my seat behind him. He's talking to some guys off the basketball time. I can hear his deep, husky voice, and I feel the butterflies begin to form in my stomach. I watch his lips as his every word escapes.

Time slows down when I see him. I feel everyone and everything freeze around me and the only person moving is him. My world goes mute when I watch him. My heart beats hard and slow. Every breath is deep, and slowed. My stomach turns hard, and slowly as well. My brain stops functioning and my eyes glaze over in awe.

He's beautiful. His brown, shaggy hair hangs loosely. His cool, blue eyes shine in the dim sunlight from the windows. His tanned skin looks soft. His tanned lips form a half smile that makes my stomach flip. His large, defined arms flex when he writes. His tight shirt fits snuggly on his skin, allowing me to witness every muscle. His broad shoulders are nicely defined, and curve inwards down the sides. His lower back his thin and tight from hours of working out. He pulls his arms behind his back and leans back on his chair to crack his back. With every snap his muscles flex bigger and bigger causing my breath to grow deeper and deeper.

"Mr. Evans, what blood type is the universal receiver?" I hear Mr. Reynolds call from the front of the room.

I feel my face grow warm as my blood rushes to my cheeks. Everyone turns around to see what my answer is. I haven't the slightest clue, because I've been focused on Troy for the last fifteen minutes. I simply shrug. I was so infatuated with Troy that the question left me bewildered to the point that I can't find the words to speak.

"Pay attention next time and you will know the answer. Mr. Bolton can you help him out?"

"AB positive?" He said calmly.

My heart increased as the words fell from his lips.

"Correct."

He's smart. He doesn't like people to know it, but he is very brilliant. He's taking honors classes. He only pretends to be dumb so his friends won't think different of him.

My mouth pulls down into a slight frown and my mood darkens. If he can't be smart around his friends without worrying, he certainly wouldn't go out with me. I will never feel his strong, muscled arms around me. I will never smell his cologne as he holds me in an embrace. His big hands and long fingers will never interlock with my smaller ones. His smile will never be from me seeing him. His lips will never press against mine. His tongue will never massage mine. His stomach will never grow butterflies for me. His heart won't beat hard and slow for me. His thoughts will never center around me. His breathing will never deepen for me. His love will never be for me.

Instead he does it all for her. Gabriella Montez, my best friend. I despise her for it. I hate her for being with the man I love. I get nauseous when I see him with her, instead of me. My stomach churns when I see him play with her hair and hug her. My heart breaks when I see them kiss and express their love. I plaster a fake smile when I'm with them together, and pretend not to care. While on the inside, my heart is torn apart.