Well, here we go! I'll have an author's note at the end, kay?
Disclaimer: I own High School Musical, yeah that's right,...what?...oh, did I say HSM? I meant cheese...
"Alan, I swear we're not gonna take anything from them." Sami spat.
They walked down the halls of East High on the way to homeroom.
"J, you're right, we couldn't take them if we tried." Alan joked back.
"I mean if they even give us a dirty look. We'll take them on!"
"Well, I'd take myself out of danger while I was alive if I were you, Sami" Alan returned, keeping the mood somewhat light.
"Oh but don't forget, I take my fight stance quickly when threatened" It was early in the morning and only a few students were milling around. Jared continued, "And when I have defeated those jocks, I'll take (in the crudest sense)their chicks. They aren't half bad, looking that is."
"Well mister big-head warrior, here comes a couple of jocks now. Get into your 'fight stance' ." Sami turned to see Jared and Chucky leaving their lockers down the hall.
Sami quickly spoke to Alan, "I'm all set. You go get 'em, and I've got your back!"
Alan raised an eyebrow, "How? By turning your back and running away?" Both boys sounded much less bold than when they boasting a few minutes ago. But a light bulb went off in Sami's brain.
"Let's be the good guys, let them start it!"
Alan looked optimistic. "I'll give them a dirty look when they pass by."
"No, no, no! I'll shoot them the bird. They won't stand for that." Jared and Chucky were now only a few feet from the two drama boys. Sami smirked and slowly raised that magical finger.
"Are you flipping us off?" Jared asked calmly.
"I am giving the bird."
"Are you flipping us off, Sami?"
"Are we still in the clear if I say yes?" Sami whispered to Alan. Alan shook his head.
"I am giving the bird, but not at you; but yeah, I am shooting the bird."
"Are you asking for asking for a fight?" Chucky asked the two innocent looking drama club members.
"A fight? Oh, no." Mock surprise covered Alan's face.
Just then Jason walked up the hall towards them. He tried to judge the situation, but couldn't figure out what Chucky and Jared were doing. They sure were making those drama guys mad, though. Before his ears could pick up any of the dialogue, the four boys began throwing punches left and right.
"Stop it, you morons! Put your fists down! We're going to get suspended!"
Ryan Evans heard commotion down the hall and rushed to see the spectacle. He loved a good fight.
"Jason!" he called. "Fighting with these losers? Turn around and prepare for some pain." Ryan had significantly changed over the summer. His girly ways were forgotten and keeping up with his father's feud was the new "hat".
"Whoa, I'm just making peace. Either put your fists down or help me break this fight up, because I'm not going to fight you." Jason took a couple steps back.
Ryan looked furious. "So you're standing here with your fists clenched talking about peace?! I hate the word. Just like I hate jocks, the Boltons, and you. Take a shot a me, you coward!" Ryan lunged at Jason and just like that they began to fight.
Students of all cliques began to join the fight. Soon it had turned into a school- wide brawl. Everybody picked sides and was prepared to fight maybe even until death. Mr. and Mrs. walked out of the theatre. They were probably helping draw up some plans for remodeling.
"What's going on? I am going to fight!" Mr. Evans shouted above the noise to his wife.
"No! Why would you ever do that?" Mrs. Evans looked at him like he was crazy. Mr. Evans wasn't exactly a teenager anymore.
"I am going to fight! Bolton is over there, and he'll fight just to spite me!" The couple continued to argue, and Coach Bolton took notice.
"That fiend Evans is over there! Don't hold me back!" Bolton spoke to his wife, but before either of the feuding men could act, Principal Matsui ran into the hallway with a small crowd of office assistants behind him. The students definitely took notice. Almost all were stopped when he began to speak.
"You rebellious students cannot keep the peace! Put your fists down and listen to me! This is the third time that you have broken into a school- wide fight in East High, and all on account of the Boltons and Evans! If this ever happens again, all who were involved will be sent to juvenile hall. Now, I want to meet with Evans now, and Bolton this afternoon. The rest of you off to your classes. Go!"
The East High students quickly ran into their classes without looking back. The hall was cleared in minutes. Mr. Evans casually followed Principal Matsui into his office. Only Coach Bolton, Jason, and Mrs. Bolton remained.
"Who started this fight up again?" Jack Bolton asked curiously.
"Well," Jason began. "Two drama geeks and two of our basketball players started fighting, so I came up and tried to break them up. But Ryan came too, and picked a fight with me. So then more and more people joined in until the principal came and broke it up."
Mrs. Bolton looked concerned. "Where is Troy? Have you seen him today? I'm glad he wasn't involved."
"I was out jogging this morning at five and saw him sitting under a tree in the park. I tried to go talk to him, but he saw me coming and ran off. Troy wanted to be alone, and I happily ignored him that hid from me."
Coach Bolton let out a small sigh. " I see him there all the time. Troy's always there, sighing and crying. As soon as the sun comes up, he comes home and locks his door until school. Maybe he has insomnia."
Now it was Jason's turn to look concerned. "Do you know why he does it?"
"I don't know, and he won't tell. I've questioned him and had friends ask him, but Troy simply will not say. He keeps to himself. If he would just tell us what was wrong, we could help him." Of course, right then Troy walked through the doors of East High. He looked sad and didn't even notice his parents and Jason.
"Look there he is." Jason whispered. "You two, please give us some privacy. I'm his friend. I'll figure out what's wrong with him."
"I hope you're lucky enough to find out. Come on, Leslie, let's leave them alone." The couple slipped off as Troy stared blankly into his locker. Jason took a deep breath and started towards him.
"Good morning, dude!" Jason tried his hardest to sound extremely enthusiastic .
"Is it only morning?" Troy answered in a monotone.
"Well, it's eight thirty. I'm pretty sure that's morning." Jason looked at him with a thoroughly confused look on his face.
Troy sighed. "I guess sad hours just seem so long. What that my dad that left so quickly?"
"Yeah, it was, What sadness is lengthening your hours?" Jason tried to keep him on topic.
"Not having what makes them short."
"Being in love?" Jason asked.
"Out--" Troy began.
"Of love?"
Troy sighed again. "Out of her favor when I am in love."
"Love looks so gentle, but in reality is harsh."
"What fight took place here? Don't tell me, I already know. This all has less to do with hate and more to do with love, of fighting that is. I'm so in love, and it's so twisted. But I'm already tardy and can't miss second period. See you around, man." Troy turned to go to English and hoped that Jason wouldn't bring the topic up again.
"Wait! I have this class with you! You can't leave me here. That's wrong." Jason finally caught back up with him. "For serious dude, who do you love?"
"Do you want me to groan and tell you?"
"Groan? Of course not. But seriously, tell me who." Jason pushed him.(A/N: Not literally)
"Well, I must tell you then, I love a girl."
Jason rolled his eyes. "I thought that." Troy was so vague.
"She's beautiful and clever, and she's really smart. But sadly she will not fall in love. She is going to be a scientist and won't have distractions. What a shame that when she dies her beauty dies too. Since she'll probably n
ever have children. What a waste it will be! All for her career."
"Well listen to me, buddy, just forget about her!" Jason tried his best to comfort his distressed friend.
"How could I ever forget about her?" Troy moaned as they waited for the bell for second period to ring.
"Check out other girls, dude. We're guys. It's what we do."
"There aren't any girls more beautiful than her! You can't teach me how to forget about her.!"
Jason looked down at his pitiful teammate. "I'll disprove that statement or die trying." "Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health, still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
This love feel I, that I feel no love in this."- Romeo
Soooooo, be brutal! Well, don't actually be brutal but at least be honest. This is way harder than I thought! And it's not even my story or characters! How crazy is that? It's all that translation and making sound modern that's the problem. It takes FOREVER.
You know what's weird? How in the 1968 Romeo and Juliet movie that guy looks like Zac Efron! Weird, huh? Jared and Chucky are jock backup dancers. Alan is the audition boy with the tie, and Sami is the weird boy that "needs counseling".
Okey doke, then. And remember, if you review SarcaJerk, all your wildest dreams will come true. (5,000,000 points to whoever can tell me what I'm talking about)