Author's notes:
Normal Disclaimer, not mine, blah blah blah. No real relationship concerning Corbin Bleu and Zac Effron.
Um.. I'm really really really sorry for the horrendous lack of update. I wrote this and the last chapter at the same time, and I'm having a super hard time ending the last chapter and my lack of inspiration didn't motivate me to actually update, which is really kind of stupid.
Anyway
Second to last chapter. Smut coming very very soon!!!
Buroo
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Troy heaved a sigh.
Basketball practice had been a nightmare.
He had performed so badly his dad had made his stay almost half and hour later than the other players.
"What's with you Troy??" Mr. Bolton had demanded, glaring at his son, "Where's your head at?"
'It's not my head,' Troy had thought sullenly, 'It's my heart. I think I broke it.'
But of course he couldn't actually say that, so he shrugged the question off replying, "I've got a headache dad. That's all." Which, after all, was a completely true statement considering he had almost given himself a concussion on a locker that afternoon.
He really didn't think the day could be going any worse. His head was pounding, his dad was angry at him, and Chad….
Well… Chad hated him.
Troy clenched his fists, the pain in his hands momentarily distracting him from the feeling of something like a dead weight being dropped into his stomach.
Chad hated him.
He shouldn't have said anything.
Troy jerked his head up.
No. No! He had every right to say something- especially when that something was tearing him up on the inside. Chad shouldn't be so egotistical to think that this was only affecting him. If Chad was really Troy's best friend, he would have liste- …crap.
Troy had just burst into the locker room and frozen for what seemed like the millionth time that day.
Chad was standing in the middle of the room, his foot perched on one of the benches, apparently tying one of his shoes.
All of Troy's righteous anger fled and he was left standing awkwardly in the incredibly tense silence.
Chad glanced down at the floor and back up at his friend before starting slowly, "Uh… hey troy." In an incredibly meek voice that didn't suit the vivacious teen at all.
Troy swallowed. "… Hey Chad. What are you still doing here? I thought you left."
Chad shrugged and mumbled something along the lines of "got caught up in something".
Some of Troy's anger returned and he said bitterly, "So can I talk to you now, or are you going to run away again? How did that test go, by the way?"
Chad raised his head, his cheeks starting to redden. He opened and closed his mouth silently before actually managing to speak.
"I don't know."
"You don't know how your test went?"
"I don't know if you can… I mean… i-if you should talk to me."
Troy actually winched. That one hurt.
Chad ran a hand through his hair and sighed before saying, "It's just... it was… weird man. What we did. We shouldn't have. Done it, I mean."
He shuddered a little. "It haunts me, you know? I… I dream about it, and when I wake up I can't get it out of my head. 'Cause, you're my friend, you know? We're like brothers, and what we did…" He broke off for a second. " What… what I did. I shouldn't have, but I think… I think I kind of liked it. I liked touching you… liked hearing you when you…" Chad shifted, blushing. He swallowed forcefully before he continued. "But that's so screwed up! I can't… like it…that's why I can't…"
He never actually finished his sentence and he refused to meet Troy's eyes.
Admitting what he did seemed to horrify him and he quickly shuffled around to the other side of the bench and grabbed his bag.
"I'll see you later, Troy"
"I love you."
Troy hadn't meant to say it. Didn't want to say it. He was supposed to keep it locked inside him for the rest of eternity.
But those three words whose power is so underestimated burst forth like a river breaking a dam. And no matter how much he wished it, Troy couldn't take them back.
And seeing his friend's reaction, how he longed he could take them back.
Because Chad froze, but not in the normal, 'oh my, that sure is surprising' freeze. It was an utter, complete lack of movement, and there was suddenly stiffness in Chad's muscles that Troy hadn't noticed before.
It seemed like a very long time before Chad said monotonously,
"I'll see you later, Troy"
