CHAPTER 6: Weirdo

Sharpay watched Troy parked his car on the garage. Het heart was beating so fast just because he held her hands and kissed her cheeks. Sure, it's just on the cheek but the question is: why would he do that? Chad doesn't do that. Even Zeke and Jason. All her other guy friends don't do that. But why Troy?

When Troy walked to the front door he noticed Sharpay looking at him.

"she likes me," he smiled to himself and opened the door.

"hey Troy," Chad, Taylor, Jason, Zeke, Kelsi, and Martha was watching for him in the living room.

"Oh hey," Mrs. Bolton saw him too. "Where have you been?"

Troy kept walking towards the stairs. He was busy daydreaming of Sharpay. Too busy to notice his friends and his mom.

"Troy?" the boys had questioning look on their faces.

"Isn't he weird?" Taylor whispered.

Kelsi and Martha slowly nodded, "I think so."

"TROY!" Mrs. Bolton shouted.

Everyone of them turned to her in surprise including Troy.

"Hey mom," Troy simply greeted her and walked towards her to give her a kiss on her cheek. "I didn't see you there."

"Troy?" his friends were confused.

Troy turned to face them, "Oh h-hey guys. How come I didn't hear you come in?"

"That's because we arrived before you did," Chad answered.

"Huh?" Troy raised one eyebrow.

"You just walked past us, Troy," Kelsi said.

"Really?" Troy asked in disbelief. "I did that?"

"So you didn't notice us here or anything?" Zeke asked.

Troy shook his head, "No?"

"Troy Bolton, what's wrong with you?" Mrs. Bolton crossed her arms.

"Nothing," he simply answered. "What?"

"Uh…we thought we could play ball but seems like you need to rest," Jason was concerned, thinking Troy is sick.

"You really need some rest Troy," Martha added.

"Oh are you going now?" Mrs. Bolton asked. "Aren't you kids staying for dinner?"

"We'd love to Mrs. Bolton," taylor smiled. "But, Troy here seems to be…uh…sick."

"We'll get going now, Mrs. Bolton," Zeke said.

"Bye Troy. Bye Mrs. Bolton," they walked out.

Troy glanced at his mom.

"Where have you been mister?" Mrs. Bolton glared at her son.

"I just went out mom," he tried to avoid the boiling point.

"As long as no basketball or any trouble involve I'm good," she said, calming down.

He smiled, "I can assure you that, my lady."

"Alright you can go," Mrs. Bolton said.

"Thanks mom," Troy kissed his mom again.

Mrs. Bolton watched his son ran to his room. She thought there's something weird about him. Was he daydreaming earlier?

Later that night, Troy knocked on his parent's door.

"Is that you Troy?" he heard his dad's voice.

"Yes, dad," Troy responded. "Can I come in?"

"Sure sweetie," he heard his mom answered so he opened the door and popped out his head.

"What do you need?" Mrs. Bolton asked.

"Mom…can I excuse dad for a second or two?" Troy asked.

Mrs. Bolton nodded and so Mr. Bolton got out of bed and went out of the room with Troy.

"What is it?" Mr. Bolton asked.

"Dad…do you have a student directory with you?" Troy asked.

Meanwhile, at Evans.

Ryan knocked on Sharpay's door, "Sharpay, can I come in?"

"Sure," Sharpay sat on her bed.

"So," Ryan started with a smirk on his face. "How's your date?"

"It's not a date," Sharpay rolled her eyes.

"Oh come on, I'm not going to get mad," he said.

"It's not a date," she repeated.

"Then what do you call that?" he asked.

"Detention," she hid her smile.

"You didn't get into trouble, right?" he was a little worried.

"Nope," she shook her head. "It's not a date, it's detention."

"I-I don't understand you," he said.

She giggles, "Forget that, how's your date with Gabriella?"

"usual things," he replied. "It's not really a date but since 'All dates are official' it's a date, you know. But all we did is to eat and chat."

"You spent two hours doing that?" her eyes widened.

"It's a date in a way, remember?" he smiled. "Besides, as long as you're with that special someone you won't bother to check out the time ok?"

"I'm happy for you," she smiled.

"Thanks," he smiled back. "You go to sleep now ok?"

"Okay," she nodded.

"Goodnight lil sis," Ryan kissed her forehead.

"Goodnight big bro," sharpay watched him leave.

Then, she tucked herself in. She tried but she can't sleep, just when her phone started ringing. It was a message from an unknown sender: Still awake? Troy

"How did he get my number?" she muttered while saving his.

Then, she sent a message to him: Yup, I can't sleep. Where'd you get my number?

After a few seconds, she received his reply: Dad's student directory. Are you excited about the sleepover?

Meanwhile, at Troy's room. He was pacing around his roommwhile waiting for her reply: I'm totally excited. Can't wait for Friday.

He nervously pressed in his message: Cool. So I'll seen you on Friday…and tomorrow.

After a few seconds, his phone beep: Yeah

So he started pressing on the keypads again: Good night

Sharpay sent her repliy: Good night Troy

The next day.

"Troy's been acting so weird," Kelsi started.

"Why is that?" Sharpay asked.

"He was like 'you're not supposed to do that', 'You're not supposed to say that'," Martha said.

"Don't you think that's weird?" Taylor asked. "Besides, he's daydreaming!"

"Maybe daydreaming about someone like Playboy cover girls, you know," Gabriella said. "He's a player, right? You know how a player's mind works."

"Can we just stop talking about Troy?" Sharpay asked.

"Okay," her friends replied.

"So how's your date yesterday?" Gabriella was smirking.

"Oh don't start on that," Sharpay groaned.

"You had a date?" the other girls glared at her. "Why didn't you tell us?"

"Who's the lucky guy?" Kelsi questioned.

"Is he cute?" Martha giggles.

"Is he hot?" Taylor added.

"I guess," she bit her lips.

"Then, if you don't like him he's ours," Taylor giggles.

"You can have him," sharpay told her friends, hoping they would shut up.

"Are you sure no magical feeling?" Gabriella asked. "Even just the tiniest crush or something."

"We're just friends," sharpay simply answered.


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