Chapter 4
Coach Bolton blew his whistle signaling the end of practice. I walked slowly over to the bench and grabbed a cup of Gatorade. I downed it within seconds. My dad walked over to me slapping me on the back.
"Hey Troy, you looked good out there, keep it up," he said smiling at me.
"Thanks Dad, I'm bringing my best."
"That's good; we're going to need you at your best on Friday. Hit the showers."
"Alright, I'll see you at home Dad." I walked into the lockers.
"Hey man, looks like those pills are doing you good man," Jason said coming from behind me.
"Yeah it is, thanks Jase, talk to you later." I walked away from him and grabbed a towel heading into the showers.
Once again I dropped off Chad and headed towards my own home.
"Hey mom, dad, I'm home," I yelled as I entered the house.
"In the kitchen Troy," I heard my mom yelled. I walked in there to see my Dad on the phone. I walked past him and kissed mom on the cheek.
"Who's he talking to?" I asked grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. My dad hung up and turned to me smiling from ear to ear.
"What's going on pops?" I asked taking a gulp of water.
"Well I just got off the phone with a scout from U of A. He said he's going to be at the game this Friday to watch the star athlete."
"You're kidding?"
"No, he's going to be there Troy. This only means that you are surely going to be playing at your best right?" he asked coming around the table to look eye level to me.
"Yeah of course dad, you know that I will."
"At a boy, no go do your homework." I only nodded and headed upstairs to my room.
"Gosh why is dad putting all this pressure on me?" I asked myself throwing my stuff on the floor. I fell on my bed face first. I groaned into the pillow clearly frustrated. Then I felt my phone vibrate form my pocket. I turned around on my bed and took out my phone.
New text message from G.M.M
Hey stud, how was your day?
T.A.B
Practice was hard like usual. My dad is really pushing me to the limit for the game.
G.M.M
I'm sorry, wish I can take away all that stress from you
T.A.B
Nah it's no problem, hopefully when I see you there, the stress will disappear
G.M.M
I'll be there Wildcat :) wouldn't miss it for the world
T.A.B
Good to know, listen I'm tired. I think I'm going to call it a night, tough day
G.M.M
Alright good night Wildcat
I closed my phone and took a deep breath. I allowed myself to fall into a deep slumber.
Friday, 4pm
Gabriella's POV
I was currently checking myself in the mirror. I had on the customize shirt that Sharpay had made for us. I turned around reading the name on the back.
Bolton, 14
I heard a car honk from outside from my house. I grabbed my keys and went outside. I climbed into the car of Sharpay. Kelsi and Taylor greeted me as Sharpay started off towards East High for the big game. We parked and walked into the gym. It was almost jam packed. We found our floor seats that Sharpay had reserved.
I looked around the gym full of East High parents, students, and faculty. I then looked onto the court where the teams were warming up. I caught the eye of Troy. He smiled at me and I smiled back. He went back to shooting the ball in his hand.
The lights of the gym went out and lights started to flash.
"Alright East High are you guys ready for the Western Conference Finals Game?" I heard the announcer asked. The crowd cheered in response.
"Alright let's give a big hand welcome to your East High Wildcats!" the crowd erupted into cheers and the lights came back on. Game on.
AN: Okay here's chapter 4. Next chapter holds a surprise, big game is about to start. :)