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I LURCHED around the corner, feeling sick to my stomach. I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed; Gabriella making-out with Ryan Evans. My girlfriend was cheating on me…with a gay guy!!!
I couldn't decide which thing I was more mad about; my girlfriend cheating on me, the fact that the guy she was cheating on me with was gay, the fact that the guy she kissed was extremely hot and I had never gotten to kiss him…or that Ryan seemed to be kissing her back. What the hell did this mean? Was Ryan bi, or maybe even straight? What had I ever done to Gabriella to make her unhappy about our relationship?
Actually, I had been fairly neglectful of her the past few weeks…but that didn't give the right make out with the guy I had been crushing on!! But she didn't know I'd been crushing on him. GOD, why did this have to be so confusing?!
Sweaty and shaking, I relaxed against a brick wall and weakly dialed the only person's number I could think of.
"Hey, Chad? It's Troy"
"Hey man, what's up?"
"Dude, Gabriella's cheating on me!"
"No way! With who??"
"Ryan Evans!!" A long silence on the other end.
"You're kidding, right? Ryan's gay!"
"That's what I thought too…but maybe he's bi, I dunno. But I can't believe she's cheating on me! How long do you suppose this has been going on??"
"I have no idea, man. I have no idea"
I groaned and closed my eyes, taking a shuddery breath. "I just…can't believe it. I saw her and Ryan making-out-"
"What?"
"Yah, they were totally going at each other's faces when I saw them. I don't think either of them saw me…but what am I going to do??" Another long pause. "This whole thing is looking helpless, I have no idea how-"
"Wait!" Chad's voice sounded excited, and I knew something good was coming. "I have a plan…"
I double-checked my image in the hall mirror. Slightly baggy jeans, freshly showered, nice blue t-shirt, casual brown jacket—Troy Bolton was ready to rock and role. Winking at myself in the mirror, I climbed into my car and drove to the park. If Chad was correct, Ryan should be running by any moment—aha! And there he was, right on schedule. In basketball shorts, a form-fitting white shirt, and white sneakers, Ryan was unquestionably in the middle of a late evening jog. Checking my hair in the rearview mirror one last time, I climbed smoothly out of the car.
"Hey, Ryan!" He slowed down and saw me leaning against my new car.
"Hi, Troy," he said warily, suspecting something. Well, in all proper circumstances he should, and this was no exception—but I was on a mission. A/E: Haha, "I'm on a mission"…if any of y'all have seen "The Freshman", I couldn't help but giggle when I wrote this past phrase…I'm such a loser)
"Can you come over here for a minute?" I asked in the sexiest voice I could muster, brushing my hair out of my eyes; Gabbi had told me endless times how hot that was.
"I have to be home pretty soon," Ryan warned, but walked over anyways. I inwardly rejoiced to see his eyes briefly checking me out. More than one victory won there.
"I just wanted to apologize for…for treating you like shit," I said, suddenly realizing how much I meant this statement. I really did for horrible about the past. "I realized back in California that you really aren't that bad, and all this gay-prejudice stuff is really retarded." He didn't say anything; just looked at me, considering—like he was sizing me up. I guess it was to see if he could trust me. "So we cool?"
"Yah…" he said finally, and relief washed over me. "Sure. We're cool"
"Do you want a ride home?" I offered. He shook his head.
"No, I'm fine thanks, I was in the middle of a run—"
"Cummon, I'm driving past your house anyways. It's the least I could do to make up years of being an ass." Just take up the offer, damn it!
"Well, since you're on your way." Ryan slid into the passenger seat, still looking very guarded. Man did he look fine in the street light. But then, when did he not look gorgeous?
How did gay guys pick up other guys? I was completely unknowing when it came to gay pick-up lines. I could easily pick up girls, but guys…not so much. Hey, are you wearing moon pants, 'cause your ass is out of this world! True as that statement was, it was incredibly lame. Is there a mirror in your pocket, 'cause I can totally see me in your pants! Also very true, this one was slightly more modern and perverted…it just might work! I only worked up the courage to say it right outside of Chad's house—which was where I wanted to be, anyways. I could see by a light seeping through the front window that the whole gang was there. Perfect. I parked right outside the home.
"Hey, Ry?" He raised an eyebrow at the nickname. "Is there a mirror in your pocket, 'cause…err…"
"Because why?" he chuckled, obviously amused at my attempt.
"Because…I mean…never mind"
"Are you trying to hit on me, Troy?" Damn did my name sound ten times sexier rolling off his tongue.
"Maybe," I admitted, blushed. "Is it working?" Ryan pondered the question.
"A little," he laughed. Earlier than I had planned, I leaned over closer to his face, stopping an inch away from his lips; waiting for him to finish the final distance. To my overwhelming joy, he completed it, and our lips joined in a kiss.
It was as if electricity had shot through my body. The moment our mouths had touched, it was as if my mind was not capable of any other thought other than about Ryan. His very presence was enchanting and captivating—like a strong drug you are addicted too. One kiss wasn't enough. I wanted all of him. Everything. I pressed into the kiss, almost to the point of bruising our lips; but I think neither of us cared. Ryan was pressed against the car seat, with me on top of him. At the exact same time, both of our mouths opened and we began to French. I had not planned this…but wasn't complaining, either. I could now see why one kiss might have turned into a make-out session with Gabriella; Ryan was an extremely good kisser. For a boy, that was. Well, I had never kissed a boy before, and only a few girls; but he was the best experience up to date. If Gabbi based dating off of kisses, I was a goner for sure. At any rate, I was committing the exact same crime my girlfriend had committed earlier that day; cheating by Frenching a really hot gay guy named Ryan Evans.
All too soon for me, I heard the front door bang open. Couldn't Chad have waited just a few more minutes? I heard a collective gasp as light from the house fell upon my car. I painfully shoved myself away; feigning horror at the sight of Gabriella's shocked face. "No, Gabbi, I can explain-"
"Explain what?" she hollered. "You're a cheater, Troy Bolton! You're a lying scum and I hate you! Stay away from me and don't let me interrupt your make-out session with the school fag!" Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ryan wince. They must've gotten along great this afternoon. My stomach lurched again at the full impact at what I'd just done. "Go on, have your fun, you bastard!!" she screamed, storming back inside the house. Chad raised an eyebrow at me, and motioned me to come inside.
Now was the time of choice. I glanced down at Ryan. There was great confusion in his eyes. I quickly looked away, hoping he would not see the guilt that lay in mine. What I had just done had started out as a conspiracy…but now I meant it with every hormone inside me. I glanced over at Chad, and back at Ryan. Confusion was now replaced by very deep hurt. I just couldn't do this to Ryan. Not again.
As a matter of fact, I didn't have to do anything.
"You used me…" Ryan whispered brokenly, and to my dismay I saw tears forming around the edges of his eyes. Not now, please don't cry. Anything but cry. "You used me to get back at your girlfriend??"
"No, Ryan, please, just let me explain-"
"EXPLAIN WHAT!" he exploded, throwing me forcefully back into the driver's seat. "THAT YOU USED MY OWN FEELINGS AGAINST ME? USED THE FUCKING SCHOOL FAG TO GET YOUR STUPID LITTLE REVENGE!" I could feel tears clouding my eyes.
"God, Ryan, please, just listen-"
"YOU KNOW WHAT, I WON'T! I'M SICK OF HAVING TO SUBMIT TO EVERYONE! YOU CAN ALL JUST GO TO HELL! YOU HEAR ME?" he bellowed even louder so that Chad, who was still in the doorway, could hear as Ryan climbed out of my car. "YOU CAN ALL JUST GO TO HELL AND FUCKING BURN THERE!" I openly began to cry as he tore down the street full speed, obviously heading back to his house.
"T-Troy?" I heard Chad ask timidly from behind me, placing a fearful hand on my shoulder. Probably freaking him out even more, I broke down bawling, burying my face in my arms.
"I gasp such hiccup a goddamn loser," I moaned, trying desperately to stop the flow of tears down my face.
"Troy, it's fine, it all went as planned-"
"No it didn't," I said in a hateful voice that surprised even myself. "It wasn't planned that I would actually enjoy it and let my feeling for Ryan take over!"
"WHAT?" I realized that we were not alone in front of the house, but I really didn't care anymore.
"ILOVE RYAN EVANS, IS THAT SUCH A PROBLEM?!" I screeched at them, tears streaming down my face. "What's so wrong with falling in love with someone?"
"Why didn't you just tell us that you had turned gay..." Chad murmured, shoving his hands awkwardly into his pockets. "We wouldn't have made you go through that-"
"It doesn't matter anymore," I groaned, wiping my eyes with my jacket sleeve. "He hates my guts, you heard him. I can't blame him…but I'm such a loser! Why did I have to fall in love with the hardest person to get?"
"Troy?" I raised my head to stare in surprise at the very person who I had just gotten my revenge against. "Why didn't you just tell me?"
"I-I don't know," I confessed. "I just figured you would me really mad"
"I'm a million times madder that you just cheated on me!"
"It's just that I saw you and Ryan going at it under the tree this afternoon." Her eyes widened.
"The only reason I did that was because I missed the attention you used to give me. Not to mention that Ryan is a terrific kisser…"
"I noticed," I grumbled, sniffing loudly. Gabbi's eyes rested upon me in a pitying stare.
"Hey look; we've both gotten rid of excess hormones and emotions. Even?"
"Yah," I said, relieved, shaking her outstretched hand. "But I still can't date you"
"I wasn't expecting you to," she laughed. "I think it's all for the best that we are just honest friends"
"Thanks"
"But what are we going to do now?" Sharpay asked. I jumped; I hadn't known the demon lady was here. "Oh, chill, Troy; I won't give you the talking—your actions spoke louder than your words ever will." I let out a loud sigh, reassured that I wasn't going to be skinned alive. "But before my emo twin goes and jumps off a cliff, we need to do something"
For what seemed like the billionth time that day, there was a long pause.
"I have an idea!" Chad suddenly burst, looking very excited, yet again.
"Oh no you don't," I scolded. "I'm through with your lame ideas, Mister"
"Don't be stupid; this one's a lot better than the old one. And I'm pretty dang sure that there is no way it will fail"
"I'm listening," I sighed, and everybody found a seat around Chad; poised and ready for action.
Sorry it took so long for me to post, and sorry it's so short! Only one chapter remaining, so R&R pretty please!