Chapter 7
"Whoa, look at him. He looks just like him."
"Do you think he'll get me Troy's autograph?"
"But he said he didn't have a father."
"Maybe he's lying to avoid attention."
"I have his mom for math class."
"Ooh, lucky!"
Trevor sat down at an empty lunch table, but soon kids were sitting with him, mostly girls.
"Hi, Trevor," a girl said, batting her eyelashes. Another girl cooed, "You look so cute!"
Even older girls flirted with him--mainly cheerleaders.
"Oh my gosh, he's so cute," a 11th grade girl said. Another girl, probably a year older than Trevor, put her hand around his arm.
"Wow, he's really muscular for his age," the girl said. "Do you play basketball?"
Before Trevor could answer, a redhead boy said, "Of course he does, Sonja! He's a Bolton so he plays basketball! What do you expect? I bet he'll make varsity soon."
Sonja winked at Trevor. "I'll be your own personal cheerleader if you want."
Trevor blinked. Why was everyone making such a big deal about him? And why did everyone think he was Troy Bolton's son?
Suddenly a blonde boy pushed past the crowd and said, "Guys, give him space."
The blonde boy was wearing a newsboy cap, a red polo shirt, and linen pants. He bluish gray eyes twinkled against his pale face.
"You really do look like Troy Bolton," the boy exclaimed.
Trevor rolled his eyes. "I do not. Troy's not even my dad. My dad left me for another girl while Mom was in college."
The blonde boy shrugged and stuck out his hand. "Ryan Evans Jr. And don't bother telling me your name. I know you're Trevor Bolton. My parents know your parents."
Trevor stared at Ryan. "How come everyone says that. First Kelly, now you. How could anyone know my mom when she's been living in New York for the past ten years? And I don't even have a dad."
Ryan looked at him. "Your mom didn't tell you anything, did she?"
Trevor shook his head. "But I've never bothered asking," he added quickly.
Ryan sighed. "My parents told me everything. Come over sometimes. Dad might fill you in. You can come over after school if you want."
"Cool," Trevor said. "I'll ask my mom."
Ryan smiled. "Great."
After school, after Trevor had gotten permission from his mom (wo had gasped when heard Ryan Jr's name), he and Ryan went home together.
As Trevor ran past a blue sports car, he whistled.
"Nice car!" he called out.
The owner stared at him with ocean blue eyes.
Trevor? the man thought.
