After School Practice
Summary: Just the two of them, after school, alone practicing for two different things. He was for basketball, she was for the musical. He watched her. She watched him. Now it's a done deal. Troypay OneShot
Discalimer: I own nothing but the idea of this story.
The school was empty. No one was around, barely anyone. A few teachers here and there and maybe some students in the library studying and trying to get as much knowledge in their brains for tomorrows exams. The halls were for once quiet. It wasn't filled with teenagers overlapping each other's conversations, trying to see who can talk the loudest. It was empty and only the little rays of the sun coming from the window of the door gave light to it. It wasn't usual for Troy Bolton to be staying around this late at school. But the final basketball game was tomorrow and he wanted to do his best. He wanted to get as much practice as possible.
Sure, he could practice at home, but he wanted to get use to the gym, not that he already wasn't. But the game would take place in the school's gym and he wanted to practice there, alone. He didn't want his dad watching him and guiding him through it all, he wanted to do it all by himself. He had worked hard for this moment and he was going to win. The final game of the season always scared him. Every year they had won, but he still got nervous. What if this was the year that they didn't win? It would be his entire fault. When he made the winning basket, the team took the credit, since it is a basketball team. But when one person messed it up, it's always the person's fault. Being the team captain meant he had to be perfect.
The gym door was slightly open, with no one inside. It looked so different empty. It was always filled with people running around, or loud speakers going off. There was always someone in the gym. But apparently, no one came after school. It was just an empty shiny room. Basketballs were still around from the team practice earlier. No one had touched them, surprisingly.
"No one is stopping you from going in, Troy." A voice entered his mind.
His head turned and he saw Sharpay Evans standing down the hall with her smirk directly at him. She stood there in her designer outfit, just watching him. The sunlight beaming from the opening of the door dead ahead hit the right side of her body, while the other side was like in the darkness. She stood there like an angel with the sunrays behind her and her face suddenly became oh so angelic. Troy smiled at her. She might have gotten on his nerves, but she was still attractive.
"What are you doing here?" Troy asked walking away from the gym and towards Sharpay.
The Ice Princess shrugged and relaxed herself by standing up straight. She looked exhausted, but yet she still managed to keep her diva look on. Everyday, for some strange reason she looked so perfect. No one had ever looked so pampered to Troy but Sharpay. He didn't quiet understand how in the morning he would see her wearing a skirt and by the afternoon she was in jeans. Everyday, she went through two different outfits; she must have a whole wardrobe in her locker. How else could she change so many times?
"I've been rehearsing. The musical is in two days. I must perform my best. And I'm still going to go rehearse, after I get my water bottle from my car." She answered in a very steady tone.
Troy nodded. Like she needed any practice. To him it looked like she always had it going. She did everything right the first time so there was no way she could possibly mess up one musical. After all, she had done it all her life. Just like him and basketball, but he still needed practice. People knew he was good, but he still practiced. He guessed it worked that way too with the musical.
"Yeah, I'm going to work on some shots. I had to do all my work first, so I stayed in the library, but now I'm off to practice. The game is tomorrow." He looked back at the gym door.
For once, Sharpay wasn't all eyelashes batting him at. It seemed like whenever he saw her around school she was always ready to flirt and get his attention. That was why she got on his nerves and how sometimes when he actually had something to say to her, she put on her cold act and shoved him off. That got annoying to him too. Every morning he dealt with her sitting on his desk giving him smiles and little waves. Every morning.
"Well, you go do that. I need my water." She smiled turning around to walk off on her own direction.
Her heels clicked and echoed throughout the school. That started to drive Troy slightly crazy too. He just simply turned around and walked towards the gym where he should be practicing. No more wasting time. He had already wasted an hour of doing homework; it was time to get to work.
"Alright. Come on Troy. " He said to himself aiming the basketball straight for the basket.
Bad luck. He missed. He needed more concentration.
"Troy Bolton. Come on. You can do it." He spoke feeling like an idiot for talking to himself. "Hey, at least someone is listening." He chuckled before throwing the ball towards the net.
He missed it. But this time he was getting close. All he needed was to balance his mind with the basketball and to balance the basketball with the net. Most of all, he needed concentration.
"Shot." He spat throwing the ball up in the air.
He scored.
"Yeah we're gonna….. Bop bop bop, bop to the top…. Slip and slide and ride that rhythm…."
The sound of Sharpay Evans' voice came around the gym. How close were the auditorium and the gym? He didn't recall it being so close that he could actually hear what was going on in the auditorium. During free period he had never heard anything when his team had practice and the drama club had practice. Was Sharpay going insanely loud just to annoy him?
Troy dropped the basketball freely and walked out of the gym to check why he could suddenly hear the music from the rehearsing room of Sharpay. He walked loudly down the hall not bothering to keep quiet since he wasn't hiding from any one.
The door was already open, another reason why it was probably so loud. When he walked in, Sharpay was on stage rehearsing by herself. That was unusual, but he had heard that Ryan was at some math torturing. News went around the school like wind. He just heard it around.
"What?" Sharpay stopped and looked at Troy who was all the way on the other side of the room.
He walked closer towards her that way he didn't have to yell when he could just have a regular toned conversation with her. He could tell she had done a lot of dancing since he saw her last in the hall, she looked even more tired than before and her hair had been messed up, yet she still looked perfect. What was with him and noticing every bit of Sharpay today?
"I can hear you all the way from the gym." He laughed.
"Oh. Must be the speakers. I was just trying them out. I didn't know they were loud." She spoke rolling her eyes and walking over towards the speaker monitor to turn it off.
The buzzing of the speaker was now off and the room grew quiet. Silence was never good between Troy and Sharpay. They always had something to say—no Sharpay always had something to say, whether it was a simple word or a sound. She had something. Troy usually did all the listening while she did the talking.
"There. It's off. You can go back to your little practicing. I have my own thing to practice." She scuffed grabbing the microphone from the stage floor.
"You don't need to kill yourself practicing. You have two days and you already got it down, Sharpay. You're tired. I can tell. Take a break." He suggested thinking it would be nice to show some respect.
"No." Sharpay said right away through the microphone.
All Troy could do was shrug. It was her decision and he wasn't going to go any further than what he had to say. It was none of his business anyway.
"I believe in dreamin'…."
Sharpay had started. Troy stopped and decided to watch her. He hardly went to any of the school musicals, he rather do something else than sit and watch Sharpay and Ryan perform for an hour or so. Most of the time he was playing basketball. That was his life. Since he was most likely to not go to the musical, he figured it wouldn't hurt to watch and get a glimpse of how the twins might be performing. It would be different since Ryan would be there, but still.
"Oh she's good." He whispered to himself watching Sharpay dance from one step to another.
She knew he was watching. She wasn't stupid, she just didn't look his way because she didn't want him to know that she knew. It never hurt to have someone watching, an audience was always good since she would have to do a show in front of hundreds of people at one point of her life. In fact, she had already done it before. But she had never seen Troy watch her before, so this was good.
She had always invited him to come and he never did. He would say he would show up, but never Troy. He could careless. After a while she got over it and decided to just give up on him. He's a jock, he rather play a sport than sit still. He probably couldn't even sit still for more than ten minutes. He seemed always so antsy.
Troy stared at her in amazement. Now what was his reason for not coming to any of the musicals at the school? He played basketball when he could be sitting in the front row watching the hottest girl at school dancing and singing her heart out? What was wrong with him? No wonder why Zeke was always coming to the musicals. If he had known, he would have too. Though he probably shouldn't be doing it because he wants to get some good image of Sharpay in his mind, he probably should go to show some respect to the girl who always tired to get him. Why wasn't he with her? She's pretty…but harsh at times. That could be it
When Sharpay was done she let out a huge breath and sat the microphone down, and then she sat on the stage trying to catch her breath. Troy walked towards her with a smile and he clapped his hands together. She was good. He liked it.
"That was really good." He smiled.
Sharpay stood up and wiped her forehead. She was very tired now. Dancing in heals and singing for a few hours really did get tiring, but it was good exercise since at home she spent her time eating in front of the TV, yet she was still in perfect shape.
Troy jumped off the stage and stood up. He was already bored of sitting down. He liked to move around and be active. That was why he hated having to sit in class for hours.
"You did a very good job." He said holding his hand out offering her to take it as she walked off the stage.
"Thanks." She gave his hand a gentle squeeze and then let it go.
Troy nodded.
They both sat down on the seats where normally the audience would be sitting and watching the performance on stage.
"You'll win. I know you will. You always have anyway." Troy spoke breaking the semi silence.
Sharpay shrugged. Just because she and Ryan had always won didn't mean they always would. This could a chance of them loosing since they hadn't really practice much together. Normally they did all the time, at home, at school, wherever. But the only way for Ryan to stay in the drama club was to keep his grades up. That was their dad's rule and they had to follow it or consequences came.
"You never know." She whispered staring at the empty stage.
"If you don't win I'll be in shocked. But if you really don't win, just know you're still a winner to me." Troy said not believing himself.
Where in the world did he get that line?
Sharpay beamed. That was a shock.
"Thanks, Bolton. That was sweet." She giggled.
"Yeah—well—you did a good job. I just think you'll win." He smiled.
Sharpay didn't seem half bad after all. Their conversations never lead to anywhere most of the time, it was always "Ahh…Umm…Hmm…." this time they were actually words and it wasn't in any flirtatious ways from Sharpay, and Troy didn't sound annoyed.
"Hey, you're really pretty." Troy said brushing a strand of hair away from Sharpay's flawless face.
She suddenly felt her cheeks heat up, blushing from Troy's comment. The first time she had blushed slightly, this time she couldn't hide it. What was up with Troy today? Two comments within five minutes?
"Thanks." She looked down at her feet.
"How long are you staying after school for?" Troy asked looking at his watch.
He knew well that he should be practicing for tomorrow since the first few tries he wasn't doing too good, but he was interested in actually getting to know the blonde girl next to him.
"Whenever. Probably before dark though. My parents might get worried. Don't want that to happen." She answered with a little laugh.
"Come watch me practice?" He asked nudging his head towards the door.
She nodded and smiled kindly.
They both walked towards the gym, the only noise to be heard were Sharpay's heals banging against the hardwood floor. Troy tried his best to ignore it and hopefully not show any annoyance. He succeed though, he was good at that.
"What do you need to practice? You already got everything down—don't you?" Sharpay asked taking a seat on one of the bleachers.
"Everything takes practice, no matter how good you are." He answered making a shot.
He missed once again. What was wrong with him today? Earlier this morning he was all pumped up and ready, now he was all weak and he could barely throw the ball in the air.
"Relax yourself Troy!" Sharpay ordered.
Even she knew to concentrate and just relax and she didn't play basketball. She could tell he was over working himself and he had a lot in his mind since he couldn't focus on what he was doing. She had done that before while practicing for a show. She got so nervous and she couldn't concentrate at all. She's learned her lesson and every since she learned to just relax, she got it.
Troy sent her a smirk and went on with what he was doing. It took him a while, but he finally got his actions back. He was able to actually make the basket; maybe he was just nervous because Sharpay was watching him? She had never cared much for basketball so she never showed up to the games.
"Nice shot." Sharpay commented walking towards him.
"Thanks." Troy said with a cheesy grin. "Here." He threw her his basketball jacket with his name sawed on it.
Sharpay caught it and gave him a lost look.
"You'll need it to show me some support." He teased.
"I guess I'll be cheering you on at the game tomorrow then." Sharpay smirked.
"One condition, you have to save me front row seats for the musical on Friday." He winked.
"You got a deal." She smiled. "But I have to get going and continue with my practice." She spoke.
"I'll call you." He planted a sweet kiss on her cheek.
This was another one shot I came up with. I don't know where it came from. It was late at night and it popped in my head so I decided to write it down. Surprisingly I wrote it all last night. But I didn't get a chance to put it up because I was tired and I had to go to bed. I hope you liked it and I'm sure there will be more one-shots coming fro me later and stories too. I've decided to just make a Series Of One-Shots because I didn't want to keep on publishing a new story each time I came up with a one-shot.