I'm feeling a little down today and this past week with being sick, so I'm not sure how up to date I will be, but I promise you all that I will try my best.

ClaSs ACt

"Troy Bolton...Troy Bolton?" Ms. Darbus called twice; Chad looked around warily, not seeing his new-foundly wheelchaired buddy in the room. Nor did he see Gabriella.

"Troy Bolton?"

"Ahnm..." Troy was in the doorway with Gabriella not far behind him. He let his eyes travel to Chad for only a moment before looking back at Ms. Darbus. "I'm here."

Ms. Darbus looked at Troy over her large glasses. "Ah yes. Here you are. I spoke to your parents and everything is in arrangement."

Troy's face turned a light pink from embarrassment. He did expect special treatment, but it didn't mean that he wanted it. Especially with his lack of playing basket ball now. But he nodded, nonetheless. "Yeah."

"And Miss Montez is your--"

"Yes," Troy's voice got edgy. "She is."

Ms. Darbus didn't note the edgy tone in Troy's voice, but Troy felt his ears get hotter and hotter as he made his way to his normal spot which no longer had a desk. There was, however, a desk beside him very close where Gabriella would sit. Yet through this all, Troy felt all eyes on him and wished that there was a way to escape.

Gabriella sat in her desk next to him and looked for a spare moment at his face. "Hey," she whispered lightly. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," Troy's tone was still sharp, "fine. Let's just..." He shook his head and pointed his eyes to his bag strapped onto his handle of his chair. "Notebook?"

Gabreilla let the tone and temper slide for now, knowing that he was still going through the embarrassment and reached for his notebook and opened it on her desk.

"Hold on," Troy pushed a button with a shaky thumb and waited for the table on his chair to pull out. "There."

Gabriella found the will to smile and laid his notebook on the small table and pulled out a pen. "Do you really not want to try writing on your own?"

"We could," Troy shrugged his left shoulder. After a pause, he lifted his hand and left it open for Gabriella to put the pen inside his grasp. He watched as Gabriella put it in his hand gently and then held his hand, guiding it to write. But the frustration soon seemed too much for Troy and he dropped the pen.

"What--"

"I can't...you do it," he sighed and shook his head, shoving the notebook towards her.

Gabriella took the tone to heart this time and made a mental note to talk to him later. "Okay...okay, it's alright. That's why I'm here."

"Hey," Chad whispered harshly and turned to them. "Keep it."

Troy sent a glare his way and replied just as harshly, "You never liked this class anyway, what's the big deal now?"

"Because it's the--"

"Mr. Danforth...Mr. Bolton...is there a problem?" Ms. Darbus turned to the two boys.

Troy sent an angry glare at Chad while Chad fought the urge to do more. "No Ms. Darbus," they answered at the same time.

"Good. Then I would like to continue if you wouldn't mind."

Troy sighed and looked at Gabriella for a spare moment. "What am I supposed to do?"

"What do you mean?" Gabriella was writing.

"I don't know how much of this I'm going to be able to take."

Gabriella looked up at him. "Troy, this isn't your fault...your problem."

"Yeah, it is."

Sighing, she turned back to writing and Troy brought his hand to his forehead, ignoring all aspect that Chad was even there in the same room as he was.

Troy had insited on it...had told Gabriella that he needed to do this alone. That he needed to fight his own battles on his own time...well not exactly in those words, but somewhat close to it. But the fact of the matter was that he needed to talk to the boys alone...on his own time. And the only way for him to do that was to talk to them at the basket ball practice.

Which was the one place he really didn't want to be.

His eyes caught Chad, Jason, and Zeke Baylor almost instantly. And almost in an instant, he wished that he could practice with them. And in that moment, he almost forgot all anger.

"Chad," Troy's throat felt dry.

Chad turned around and looked at Troy almost in surprise, yet in somewhat of a despise. As if the whole accident had turned his world around. Not that it probably didn't, but who was he to say what should and shouldn't be said?

Tossing the ball behind him, Chad walked towards Troy. "Hey...what are you doing here?"

Troy shrugged his one shoulder. "I just wanted to talk."

"Really? Is that all?"

"Yeah...why else would I be here? I mean, it's obvious I can't play anymore, right?" Troy didn't mean to snide the comment so rudely, but it came out like that.

Chad looked Troy up and down. "So this is permanent I guess."

"As permanent as you are ever going to get."

"I don't understand...why did this happen?" Chad put his hand to his forehead for a spare moment as if trying to make sense of it all. As if the problem in itself was just going to leave.

Troy sighed. "Look, Chad, it's not like I wanted this to happen, what you think I did? If so, you're insane and what's worse, a worse friend at that!"

Chad had fire in his eyes, but Troy wasn't scared in the least. "Look, Troy, if you would have told us ths in an advance I wouldn't be so miffed!"

"I wanted to tell you face to face, Chad! I didn't want my parents to have to call your parents like they did with Gabriella and have your parents tell you!"

"Oh so this is about Gabriella now, is it?"

"No! It's not! This is about you...trying to make you understand what happened and for you to help me out!" Troy was red angry by then, not wanting to start something up, but knowing that it was too late.

Chad huffed and turned his back for a moment, shaking his head in pure frustration and anger. Both of which he couldn't deny nor understand enough to force down or away.

Troy sighed and looked at Jason and Zeke, back to Chad. "You really think I expected this to happen? Basket ball was my life, it still is! I was so close to getting a scholarship! I was so close to knowing what my future held, but it's gone now, Chad, gone!" Troy waved his left hand while talking. "How would you feel if you had everything you wanted stripped away in less than a moment by something you couldn't control? Huh? How would you feel? Would you take it as is or would you try everything in your power to help your friend?"

Silence filled the gym, the only sound runing through their ears was the humming of lights above them. Chad looked at Troy; Troy looked at Chad...all of the boys looked at each other before Troy sighed.

"Yeah...that's what I thought." He turned his chair and started out. There was not a moment in life to where Chad wished that he could take everything back.

But everybody in the world knows that you can never take back what you did.

Jay