Disclaimer: I do not own High School Musical or its characters, I'm just playing with them in ways Disney would never allow if I did own them.

Summary: You stole my world, so because of me, your world's gonna fall apart. But don't forget I didn't force you to do a goddamn thing.

Pairing: Very dark twisted Tryan for the majority of the fic, along with Troyella and very small hints of Rypay if you squint.

Warning: This fic is rated M for a reason. Slash pairing (that means homosexuality) and adult situations (nothing explicit I think, at least I've read worse on but I didn't want to risk losing my account with its first fic), and very evil Ryan torturing Troy for being bisexual though in love with Gabriella.

A/N: My sister requested a slash fic with my version of Ryan—which means bitchy, slutty, and slightly evil. I came up with three ideas, but she really wanted a Tryan. Unfortunately, I don't really see that pairing possible (blame the "You Are the Music in Me" music video! I didn't see any chemistry in Troyella until that stupid video!!!), but I tried to do my best with it and came up with this. I warn you again, Ryan is really evil in this fic, though not totally without reason. It's just people seem to always forget that "I'm proud to call you my sister" line (except Song Birdy!) which proves he is not totally innocent. Not to mention the fact that Ryan really wouldn't have been able to complain about losing his part to Troy like Sharpay could about Gabriella, since his sister had a major crush on Troy—so what happens to all that bottled up resentment? That's where this idea came from.

Dedication: My sister and 'Song Birdy', whose fic "Bite Your Tongue" helped inspire this Tryan fic (as it happened to be my sister's favorite Tryan fic and one of the most realistic Tryans I've read)!

Explanations

by: StillThereForMe

Chapter 1/3

Troy loved Gabriella. She was sweet and kind and always there for him no matter what. He loved spending time with her, seeing her warm smile whenever he gave her a surprise gift, watching the small blush spread along her face when he complimented her, and those quiet moments when they sat alone in their secret spot, her head resting on his shoulder, her soft black hair tickling his chin. He couldn't imagine life without her.

So someone please explain why the hell he was locked inside the boy's dressing room frantically grinding Ryan Evans against a wall??

"You're thinking about her again." The blond boy half-groaned, eyes closed and cheeks flushed.

"I can't help it." Troy mumbled into the drama king's neck. It scared him when the other knew what he was thinking, which happened fairly often when they were like this.

Ryan's icy blue stare caught the playmaker's sight, forcing him to suddenly freeze. Gabriella's dark brown eyes always made Troy's heart speed up and butterflies flood his stomach. He'd smile like an idiot and follow her like a puppy. Ryan's however, just pierced right through him, made his heart stop, and his stomach drop. When Ryan stared directly at him, Troy couldn't move. They were much more frightening and threatening than he could ever remember Sharpay's being. Troy briefly wondered if that was part of the reason why Ryan was always looking at the floor or the back of his sister's head. Except of course, when the door was shut behind them.

Ryan rolled his eyes at Troy and sighed heavily, snapping Troy out of his thoughts.

"You think way too fucking much Bolton." The blond muttered before flipping their positions, slamming Troy's back to the wall, pushing up against the playmaker's body, to mash their mouths together.

Ryan kissed better than Gabriella. Troy knew it, Ryan knew it, and he couldn't believe after all the looks and smirks Ryan gave while passing by the two of them at her locker or the lunch table that Gabriella didn't know it. Hers were innocently small and often cut short by giggling or a nervous wide smile. Ryan's were passionately aggressive, and made no secret of how much else that mouth was capable of. Everything those lips and teeth and tongue did were obviously experienced and so well rehearsed it made Troy a panting mess in no time flat.

The basketball star let out a surprised low gasp as he felt Ryan's mouth move to nibble on his earlobe. Ryan was well aware of just how much Troy enjoyed that. He smirked widely and nibbled a little higher and a little harder, so Troy gasped a little louder. Gabriella, he was sure, had no idea how much Troy loved that.

Troy couldn't say for sure if the blond did anything else better than her, because the boy had done a lot more to him than Gabriella had. The couple hadn't done more than a small kiss here or there, and Troy was never motivated to push her for anything more than that. And, although he hated to admit it, Troy hadn't even thought of Gabriella like that, late at night or in the shower, since he and Ryan had begun all of this.

"I shouldn't be doing this." Troy breathed as Ryan nibbled and licked at Troy's collarbone while unbuttoning the basketball star's shirt.

"What's that Goldenboy?" Ryan pushed the other's shirt off the bronzed shoulders and threw it onto the floor beside them.

"I'm cheating on Gabriella…" Troy whispered as if talking to himself as he stared at the clothing lumped on the floor.

"This again? You know, you really need to find something new to complain about." Ryan grabbed Troy's chin, forcing the jock to look at his face. "We been over this a thousand times Bolton: We're not dating, so you're not cheating." Ryan then smiled evilly, letting his free hand travel down Troy's now bare side. "You're just…exploring your potential." His fingers hooked around the edge of Troy's jeans. "Now shut up, and enjoy." Ryan caught Troy in another forceful kiss, tongue immediately shooting into the playmaker's mouth.

Troy really hated how easily Ryan could play his body like an instrument.

"No." He pushed Ryan away from him, though still gripping the drama king's shoulders for support as he caught his breath. "No, I know she'd consider this cheating."

"Can we please not go through this again?"

"Ryan, I'm serious. I'm tired of feeling guilty whenever I'm around her. I don't want to do this anymore. I don't even know why I started in the first place." Troy stood up straight, and ran his hands through his dark brown hair.

"So he goes through it again." Ryan rolled his eyes and grabbed the nearest chair to slouch into.

"It's not fair to her. I shouldn't be doing this with you and then say I'm in love with her. It's wrong, it-it's not right. I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore." Troy explained, pacing in front of but never looking in Ryan's direction.

"So why are you giving me this corny over-dramatic monologue?" Ryan interrupted annoyed.

Troy once again froze and stared at the Drama King, who looked very regal lounged legs crossed in the black wheeled chair, tapping his fingers on the desk beside him. Troy in contrast, appeared quite disheveled, sweaty and confused, like he was lost. "What?'

"Do you really think I care about your sudden epiphany Troy?" Ryan stared Troy right in the eye with a judging look on his face. "If you honestly feel that way, the door is right over there. You're more than welcome to leave at any time. I don't care."

"Fine!" Troy spat with more confidence than he felt. He marched over to his shirt and snatched it off the floor.

Ryan didn't care about him like Gabriella did. He was pretty sure Ryan didn't even like him. He'd flat out told Troy that when this whole thing started.

A/N: Review please! Reviews make better fics! But no flaming "slash is gross" or anything because you were warned before you read. :P

Part 2 is already written and typed and will be up soon, and Part 3 is 90 done (i wanted to post them all at once, but my little brother stepped on the cord of my laptop while i was typing, and I lost the very end of the story!!! I still have the handwritten version though, so it should all be up soon!