Beautiful Disaster
by: LunarEclipse360
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Zac Efron...but I don't
A/N: okay so someone asked why don't I update everyday if I have all the chapters typed up. Well the answer to that would be two reasons. One because before I deleted this, I had over six hundred reviews and I kind of want them back. Two because my betas need time to look them over and make corrections and I'm not gonna send them all 40 chapters at once. That's brutal. So glad everyone liked the first chapter. Here's the second one and so you don't get confused, this one begins the same day as the second half of the first. Oh and if anyone wants to make me a banner for this lovely story because I didn't like my first one and I can't seem to get a free trial version of a photoshop, I would be so grateful. Oh and I keep forgetting to mention this. If anyone hasn't been in my profile lately, there's a trailer for Anything For You made by xmenfan05.
Chapter 2
A small slither of light penetrated the dark room that was littered with articles of clothing. It had every resemblance to that of a teenaged boy's room. The red digital numbers on the clock that stood on the night stand changed to read seven o'clock and a loud buzzing sound was admitted from the small box. A hand shot out from the covers beside the night stand, searching for the button that would relieve the room of the annoying sound. When it finally found its target, it slammed down on the box and the sound ceased.
"I heard that alarm go off so I suggest you get up." came a voice from the hallway and a soft groan was heard from under the covers before it was pushed back, its occupant a seventeen year old boy who wanted to do nothing more than go back to sleep.
He ran a hand through his bed hair and got up, walking over to his dresser to pull out clean pair of boxers. He then walked out of his room and went into the bathroom to start his daily routine. Fifteen minutes later he had showered, dressed, brushed his hair and teeth and went to find something to eat.
"Hey mom what's there to eat?" he asked as he looked through the fridge.
"There should be some cereal in the top cupboard." she said as she rushed to put on her coat and find her car keys. "I'll see you later okay?" she said to her son and he nodded.
"Bye mom." She rushed out the door and he could hear her car start and pull out the driveway. He sighed and pulled out a bowl, the cereal box and the milk carton. He sat at the island fixing himself a bowl of cereal when his step father walked in. His eyes didn't leave the bowl but he could feel his step father's eyes on him.
"Where's your mom?"
"She left."
"So why are you still here?"
"Because the bus doesn't get here until seven thirty and I was hungry." he responded, his eyes still fixed on the bowl. He refused to look his step father in the eye.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were getting smart with me."
"I wasn't." he said, this time lifting his eyes. "I swear I wasn't."
"It sure didn't sound that way." he said moving closer to his step son. Before anything else could be said the sound of a horn came from outside and the boy quickly jolted out of his seat, putting his bowl into the sink before running out to the bus.
He sighed when he reached his seat at the back. He was grateful that the bus came when it did, knowing he wouldn't have made it out the house without getting into a fight with his step father. He subconsciously played with the wristband around his arm, sliding it up and down. If anyone looked close enough then they would be able to see the rather large cuts that adorned his arm.
Minutes later the bus pulled up outside of East High. His ocean blue eyes stared at the place that was his sanctuary, glad to finally be back after a long summer stuck with his step father. He followed all the other students off the bus and smiled as he caught sight of his best friend walking up to him.
"Welcome back captain." said his curly haired best friend.
"It feels good to be back."
"So Troy, feeling good about the new year?" he asked as he threw his arm around his best friend's shoulder.
"I have a feeling that this school year is going to be better than ever."
"Hell yeah. Especially since we're seniors now." Troy chuckled and shook his head at his friend.
"Chad?"
"Yeah captain?"
"You're nuts."
"I know." Troy chuckled again and went inside the school with his best friend beside him. They walked until they came upon other guys from the basketball team. Troy leaned against the locker and smiled as he watched Chad and Jason, one of his other friends, joking around. This was what he missed during the summer, watching his friends interact. This is what made him feel like a normal teenager instead of one that had to go home everyday and hoped that his step father wasn't drunk or in a bad mood.
Troy lowered his head, his mind going back to his summer. He sighed and closed his eyes. He didn't want to think about it but he couldn't help but revert back to it.
Two months ago
Troy sat in his room, staring at the ceiling. His summer wasn't going the way he planned. All his friends were on vacation so he had no one to turn to when his step father had one of his mood swings. The sound of something breaking broke him from his trance and he jolted into a sitting position.
"Troy." he heard from downstairs and he slowly got out of bed. He walked out of his room and went downstairs.
"Y-Yeah?" he asked as he walked into the living room where his step father stood.
"Didn't I tell you to take out the trash this morning?"
"I-I did...I thought I did."
"Well you thought wrong." Troy watched as his step father walked closer to him. "To make sure you don't forget next time, I'm gonna teach you a lesson." Troy tried to run but his legs weren't getting the message. Before he could blink, he felt his step father's fist connect with the side of his face. He instantly fell to the floor and looked up, hatred shining through his blue eyes. "Get up." Troy stayed where he was, not wanting to move. "I said..." he moved his foot and struck Troy in the stomach "get up."
Troy still didn't move despite the throbbing pain in his chest. His step father continued to kick the air out of him but Troy stayed where he was.
Troy hated his entire summer. He did nothing but get abused by his step father for most of it. As he stood there in thought, he got a strange feeling that he was being watched. His eyes shot open and he lifted his head, his eyes locking with a pair of brown orbs staring back at him. In front of him was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen but he could tell she was dead inside. Her eyes reflected a certain sadness that he could relate to. Somehow, he found his lips turning upward into a smirk. He was surprised when she smiled back at him before turning her attention away from him.
"Whoa who was that?" he heard and turned his head to find his friends looking in the direction of the girl.
"She must be new." Jason said.
"Alright. New meat." said Daniel, another guy on the basketball team. Troy rolled his eyes and walked away from his friends.
"So Troy." Chad said as he came up behind his best friend. "What did you think of the new girl?"
"She was cute."
"Fuck-able cute or girlfriend material cute." Troy's eyes narrowed when he saw a bunch of people standing in front of his locker.
"Hey freshmen! Move." he said in a menacing growl and they all moved.
"Nice." Chad said approvingly. "So..."
"So what?" Troy asked as he opened his locker.
"Was she fuck-able cute or girlfriend material cute?" Troy thought for a moment before smirking at his best friend.
"Both."
"Alright."
"Don't get too excited. Did you see who was walking with her?"
"Yeah. McKessie. What about her?"
"If the new girl is going to be friends with her, there's no way we can get within ten feet of her."
"Shit. I totally forgot about McKessie's 'no jock' rule."
"Yep. And she'll totally get on our ass if we try anything with the new girl."
"How can she get on your ass? You're Troy Bolton. You can charm your way in and out of any situation. I know for a fact that you can charm the brunette right into your bed." Troy smiled at his friend's confidence in his abilities.
"Thanks Chad but as long as McKessie's around, there's no way I'm going to be able to charm anyone."
"You worry about the new girl. I'll worry about McKessie."
"Oh? And what are you going to do, oh wise one?"
"You'll see." he said with a smirk. "I'll see you in homeroom." Troy chuckled and shook his head.
"Later." Chad walked off and left Troy to his thoughts.
"Hey Troy." he heard from behind him and turned around. He smiled and crossed his arms, leaning against the locker next to his.
"Well, well. If it isn't little Adrienne Cross." The brunette blushed and looked away.
"I'm not little anymore."
"Oh I can see that." he said eyeing his best friend's sister. His eyes soon adverted to the girl standing next to her and he did a double take. "Do I know you from somewhere?"
"No. I-I don't think so."
"Funny. I could have sworn I've seen you around school before."
"That's not possible. She just arrived here today." Adrienne spoke up.
"So she's new?" he asked and both girls nodded. "I swear I've seen you before."
"You might have seen my sister."
"Sister?" the girl nodded.
"Yeah. She's new here too." He looked her over, his eyes scanning her from head to toe until finally resting on her eyes. His eyes widened when he finally realized that she looked exactly like the girl he had locked eyes with only a few minutes before.
"So...what's your sister's name?"
"Gabriella."
"Gabriella..." he said to himself, letting her name roll off his tongue.
"We should get going before we're late for homeroom." Adrienne said, knocking Troy from his thoughts. "It was...nice seeing you again Troy."
"Same here Adrie." She smiled at his nickname for her. "Nice to meet you..."
"Michelle." He smiled and nodded.
"Nice to meet you Michelle."
"You too, Troy." she said and followed Adrienne down the hall. He watched them walk away, his eyes situated on her hips.
"If it doesn't work between me and the sister, I'm definitely hitting that." he said to himself before closing his locker and walking to homeroom.