Author's Note: Welcome back. Last time, we checked in with Sharpay, who talked about Taylor and her secret: she was responsible for creating the clique system at East High. This time, we've got Chad stepping into the spotlight.
Disclaimer: I don't own High School Musical. Wish I did, but, alas: life goes on.
Zeke bakes.
He fucking bakes!
When the hell was he going to tell us that?
I've known him for three years running, and never once did he even hint to any of us that he...
Bakes.
So is he...gay now?
Oh, for fuck's sake.
Just because a guy bakes doesn't mean he's gay.
What a fucking stupid, idiotic thing to think.
Zeke ain't any different.
He's still Zeke.
He just...
Bakes.
And Troy sings.
Fuck, I hope Jason doesn't have any weird secret he feels like sharing.
I mean, it's nice Zeke got it all off his chest and everything.
If it was bothering him, I'm all for him letting it out.
But...
Baking?
I mean, come on!
We've been friends for three years running.
You'd think I would've noticed something by now.
Like how he always lingered at the dessert table in the lunch line.
Or how he always skipped basketball practice if it was on the first of the month to go grocery shopping with his mom.
Or that whenever we went over to his house, the TV was always on the Food Network channel before we changed it to a game.
Yeah, I saw it all.
But I never put it together.
And why?
'Cause I'm too fucking stupid, that's why.
Just like usual.
I...
I just wish that sometimes...
I could be...
Something -
Someone -
Who doesn't need his friends to bail him out when he doesn't do his homework.
(Because he just doesn't get simultaneous equations.)
Who gets to lead the way.
(Because he's too afraid to take anything away from Troy - he deserves it because he works for it.)
Who actually likes himself.
(Because...because...)
I...
I need to practice my hook shot.
I'll stay after practice and work on it.
Coach'll like that.
And it'll give me a chance to talk to Troy about his singing thing.
Maybe find out what it is that makes him so happy.
So I can find my own -
So I can be me.
And like him.
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