(eh. So you guys don't like it. Hmm...maybe I'll stop, but i love the idea and i have the whole plot planned, so it's staying! )

After school, Ryan headed straight home, walking home. He could have driven with Sharpay…but then again, being around his sister all day every day made him walk home, with the fresh air and he could be alone with his thoughts.

Today he thought about Troy and what he had done…standing up for him? True, he was in the Winter Musical, but it was only passing. Troy talked to Ryan during musical, and only musical, after that he acted like Ryan never existed…just like every other person in the school.

"Figures." He mumbled under his breath, passing by the park by his house. He was almost home now, where his parents would be out partying or shopping or traveling. In any lines, they were never home. And even if they were, it wasn't like they'd pay attention to him anyway, not since he came out. Parents were supposed to support their children, no matter what…not abandon him like a kitten trapped in a gutter.

He reached home, threw his backpack to the side and went up to his room. He shut the door and closed his door…or rather slammed. He didn't care who heard. He took a minute to look around in his room/ The walls were painted navy blue and grey, with posters of musicals adorned the walls, from Rent to Singin' In The Rain. He sighed and went to his bed, flopping on it and staring up on the wall, as if searching for something to be interested in.

'Why Troy…why do I like you' he continually asked himself, waiting for an answer.

An answer that would never come.

EASTHIGHEASTHIGHEASTHIGHEASTHIGH

Troy drove home after saying goodbye to Gabriella, kissing her sweetly before walking to his truck. All day flashes of Ryan flashed through his mind…especially the way Ryan looked up at him, so scared he was going to hurt him…ugh, Troy wanted to kill him.

He walked into the house, threw down his keys on the counter and walked upstairs, sitting at his desk, turning on the computer. He picked up a basketball absentmindedly and twirled it around on his finger as he signed on his AIM name.

I'mCoolerThanYou: hey

WildcatBoy14: hey Chad. What's up?

I'mCoolerThanYou: What was with you in the hallway today?

WildcatBoy14: With Evans? Dunno, musta ate something funny.

I'mCoolerThanYou: ouch. lol

I'mCoolerthanYou: seriously though. It was weird, I'm not gonna lie. Haha.

WildcatBoy14: Yea. Proably was a one time thing.

I'mCoolerThanYou: I want a sandwhich. brb

Troy sat back, closing his eyes. Once again the picture of Ryan flashed through his mind….dammit. What are you doing to me Evans? I AM NOT gay…I DO NOT like guys, I AM straight…Shit. Troy, you're fucked. No way around it…you're fucked.

Next morning, Troy walked into East High, his body slumped from lack of sleep and his mind as confused as ever as he heard the same whimper from Ryan.

He saw Chad and Brain going at it, and Troy just stared.

"Come on Troy." Chad said, motioning for the Captain to join in. Brain held up Ryan and Chad sucker-punched him in the gut, looking to Troy. Troy stepped forward, his hands shaking and his stomach filled with butterflies. He wanted to run his hands through the blonde's hair, to kiss him with all the passion in the world….Troy raised a fist tenativly and hit Ryan, sending him back against the lockers. He hit him again…and again…and again, feeling power and self-control come back. HE was straight, or he wouldn't be beating Ryan up would he?

Inside he felt like going and digging himself into a hole for doing this.

But on the outside, it felt great.