Troy's Walls – Chapter Two.
By bomchickawahwahx3
Here's the next chapter! I'll probably be adding the third one today, as well. Enjoy! :D
Here's an example of what happened last month. Troy was coming out of the library and accidentally smacked me in the head with door. He said he was super sorry. Out of sympathy, he put his arm around me, and escorted me to the nearest bench and gazing at my injured head. "You're going to have a bump," he told me.
So, he bought a can of soda from the vending machine and held it against my head, telling me the coldness would keep down the swelling. Of course, I couldn't help but stare at him the entire time. God he's gorgeous!
I sat in silent shock. For once he was talking to me! He was telling me about his niece who fell off of the monkey bars when she was four and knocked out her two front teeth. For a minute, I thought I was dreaming. I mean, two months ago, he wouldn't' even dare to look at me. He was just being so nice!
But then, things started to get weird. He suddenly stopped talking, and we just sat there for what seemed like an eternity, silently staring at each other.
We sat there looking into each other's eyes as our lips moved closer and closer together. Suddenly, he stopped, his lips less than an inch from mine, and said, "Um I have to go."And then, like the bench was on fire or something, he jumped to his feet. "I'm really sorry about your head."
I just sat there in awe, dumbfounded as he jogged off. I watched him make his way through the crowded halls and wondered what had happened, why his attitude had changed so suddenly. To this day I still wonder. But it's not my major concern. I chalked it up to his athletic temperament. Athletes aren't supposed to be weird- - aren't they? On the contrary; He isn't supposed to run away from girls! Troy Bolton was probably the weirdest basketball player I've ever met.
Still, whenever I think about that day- about how we sat there, staring into each other's eyes – I get this strange, loopy feeling. I just wish I understood what it was about me that bothers him. Maybe I could stop doing it…if only I knew what it was.
The next day, I go down to the park near my apartment complex. It's really pretty there, with lots of trees and a rustic old shack that I used to play in when I was younger. I come here a lot to practice my guitar. It's also where I come to think. Though in a way, practicing my guitar is kind of like thinking. I mean, I sort of meditate when I play, especially at this one peaceful spot. I also write a couple of songs, every once in a while.
I start thinking about Chase-- my so called "ex boyfriend". We broke up recently, if you can call it that, since we never officially got together. Still, it makes me feel really lonely. It makes me wonder if any guy is ever going to like me. As I play, tears well up in my eyes. I have to stop playing to wipe them away.
That's when I notice Troy. He's on the other side of the park, shooting some hoops on one of the basketball courts.
I want to go over and look at watch him play, but I go home instead. I mean his awkwardness around me isn't just in my head. Troy avoids me. Plus, my eyes are still probably all red and puffy from crying, and I don't want him to see me looking so awful.
When I get home, I start pacing around my room. I know I should probably start to do my homework, but instead I play my guitar some more. I keep worrying that Troy saw me crying at the park. I know that I shouldn't care, but I do. For some absurd reason, I think I like Troy, and not just because he's gorgeous or mysteriously different. It's deeper than that. Despite the fact that we never talk, I think I know him pretty well. You see, his bedroom's right next to mine, and our walls are really thin. I can hear him all the time.
I can hear him play on the drums. I can hear when he watches nightly reruns of That '70's Show. And sometimes I hear him play with his niece, Annabelle, who he baby-sits after school. They play like they are monkeys, jumping on the bed, and they act out scenes from star wars.
See, even though he acts so weird around me, I know that Troy can be really sweet and a lot of fun. But he's also lonely, like me.
I heard him talking to his sister, Kristin, about a girl who died in a car accident shortly before he moved here. Her name was Sara. I can tell she must have been his girlfriend from the way he says her name and the sadness in his voice.
Troy doesn't talk about Sara very often. Only with his sister, and only when she brings her up. It's like Sara is a sacred conversation for him or something. Somehow, that makes it all the more heartbreaking.
I wish there were some way I could help him, but I can't. Troy doesn't know that I secretly eavesdrop on him. Wow, I kind of sound like a stalker.
I've never told anyone about anything that I hear from Troy's walls, not even Sharpay or Taylor. To me, that stuff is our secret - Troy's and mine - only he doesn't know that I know.
A/N – Please review! :D Thanks!
