Disclaimer: I do not own high school musical or any of its affliates. Though owning Zac Efron would be pretty nice….

Chapter 2 – Meet Troy

Troy's POV.

'Troy! Concentrate! Keep running those circuits!'

Incase you were wondering, that's me Troy. Troy Bolton. I'm 16 years old and you can find me at east high, mostly in the gym.

Many call me the superstar bad boy here but people tend to judge me upon my appearance. They see me as the fiery jock that rules the school and who is bound to end up with the head cheerleader sooner or later. But that's not how I see myself. Yet, I put up this strong mean act to everyone and no-one is going to change that anytime soon and if they did – me and that person would be socially outcast from everybody. Again, no one is going to change that anytime soon.

' Keep going Captain!'

That's Chad. He's the guy with the big fro and can always be found by my side along with Zeke Baylor and Jason Cross. If you hadn't completely figured this out yet, then we rule east high, mainly due to the fact were the basketball jocks here.

Let me tell you the rules of east high. Everybody stays to their cliques, and everybody's clique is on a social ladder. You start at the top with the basketball jocks, then football jocks, then cheerleaders, then drama club and then it keeps going right down until you get to the lowest of the low – the brainiac geeks. Date one of them then you're pretty much done for- if you get what I mean. Basically, mix outside you're clique then the same goes.

'Okay team! Huddle up! Practice is over for today! Remember we have a game next week! I expect everyone to be prepared and play well! If you don't I suggest you improve before I throw you off my team! Goodnight Wildcats! Now get outta here and shower up!'

The team left the gym which just left me and my dad, the coach.

' No pressure then dad'.

'Troy, how do you expect to win without a little pressure'.

' There is a difference between a little pressure and a lot, old man' . I replied bitterly.

' I am doing what is best for the team Troy if you-'

' Yeah right dad. You just don't want to lose like you always did'

'TROY! You will not speak to me like again or-'

' Or you'll what? Throw me off the team? I would like to see you try. If I'm not on that team then you know we'll lose'

'That's-'

'Completely true? Im out'

' Troy come back here! NOW!'

' Make me!'

Oh ye. Me and my dad don't get along. He treats me and the team like dirt on that court and trains me like a lap dog at home. He's a selfish old man and I'll be glad when I'm off to Duke. The only things my dad approves of in my life is basketball and my 'girlfriend'. I suppose she is my girlfriend in some ways, I mean we hooked up a few times but I do not recall asking her to be my girlfriend.

' Troy! Darling!'

Oh great. Sharpay. A.K.A 'girlfriend'.

' Something you wanted Sharpay'

'You, of course.'

'I'm not available right now'

'Huh'

'Bye, Sharpay'

'Wait! Troy!

God, I wish she would leave me alone. I'll have to keep her somewhat interested though. Gods sake. Stupid high school status Quo.

' Sharpay'

'Yeah' she replied eagerly.

'You look hot in them jeans. Make sure you wear them to the after game party next week. They will be easier to get off then'.

I winked at her and walked off.

At lease one girl next week won't disappoint me in the bedroom department next week. Can't say anything for the others I will be hooking up though.

Chad said something about a carnival or gypsies coming in next week too. Perfect. There here for a few weeks, I'll have sex with them and their off again, say I will stay in touch and they will never hear from me again. Fantastic.

Little did Troy know, one of these gypsies would mean a little more to him than he ever expected….

A/N.

Okay, im not completely happy with this because I wrote it in like 30 min randomly. I feel really guilty for not updating but I got stuck on how I was going to make Troy seem and there is so much coursework in year 10!

I will update soon though! I promise! I will need some reviews first though……………………………………………