Disclaimer: I do not own High School Musical……Shocked, no?

A/N: Ok I personally wasn't please with the last chapter. I felt that I rushed Troy's reaction too much but the deal is is that I have had this story set up chapter for chapter since the beginning, so that's the way things ended up. Also, FallingWithGrace suggested that I have Bobby rape Ryan. I seriously thought about it because it was a great suggestion and FallingWithGrace really knows her shit (pardon my French) but in the end I decided against it because I want to keep this story as realistic as possible and I believe that if Bobby had raped Ryan and Troy had seen it then Troy would have been forced to call the police. That's just what I believe and that is why I decided against it. Anyways, I love you guys and I hope you enjoy the next chapter.

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The Truth

It all happened in a matter of seconds. Bobby fell heavily to the ground, stunned and extremely incoherent. Troy stepped over him fighting off two different urges. The first was to kick him in the face and knock out at least five teeth and the second was to beg Bobby not to tell anybody what he had done. Troy walked over to Ryan and gently, but quickly, pulled him to his feet. The other two boys who had been holding Ryan stood like statues with dazed expressions on their faces. They made no attempt to stop Troy as he began to head for his car, supporting Ryan along the way. One thought kept blaring in Troy's mind, 'What have I done?'

On the way to Ryan's house neither one of the two boys spoke. Ryan clutched at his stomach and stared intently out the window in hopes of avoiding Troy's eyes. He felt stunned by the entire situation. The blinding rage that he felt only fifteen minutes ago had now vanished, but it wasn't replaced with forgiveness. In fact, it wasn't replaced with really anything at all. Ryan found it surprising that the only thought in his mind was 'I hope I don't get blood on his seats.'

Troy, however, was a completely different story. His brain couldn't focus on one thought and one thought alone. He was filled with so many different emotions that it was amazing that he could pay attention well enough to not kill them in a car accident. This was anything but good. It would be all over school tomorrow about what had happened and if Troy had it all to do over again he wasn't sure if he would make the same decision. He had worked so hard to keep this a secret. He had even let Ryan be harassed just so he could keep his reputation intact. Well that was all shot to hell now.

"This is where I live." Troy was so startled by Ryan's soft interruption that he hit the side of the curb causing Ryan to fling forward in his seat. Ryan let out a groan of pain.

"Sorry, I-"

"Wasn't paying attention?" Ryan offered while rubbing his side where the seat belt had dug in. Troy just nodded his head and stepped out of the car. He walked over to Ryan's side and helped him out of the car.

"Are your parents home?" Troy asked as he supported Ryan up to his front door.

"No." Ryan answered and both were relieved. Neither one of them was actually looking forward to explaining this whole ordeal to Ryan's parents, especially Ryan's dad. Ryan pulled his house keys out of his pocket and opened the front door. Troy suppressed a gasp as he stepped into Ryan's house. There was only one word that could be used to describe it accurately…….expensive. Troy wouldn't have been surprised if a butler had stepped out and offered them hot towels and mints. With the help of Ryan, Troy found Ryan's room. He walked Ryan over to his bed and as he tried to set Ryan down on the mattress he lost his balance and fell on top of Ryan. If Ryan hadn't of been hurt he might of found this situation more 'pleasing' but instead he let out a cry of pain.

"God, I'm sorry." Troy said quickly and almost fell off the bed as he stumbled to get off of Ryan.

"No problem…" Ryan said through gritted teeth. Troy sat upright next to Ryan and Troy noticed he had suddenly picked up on Ryan's fingernail chewing habits. He quickly pulled his fingers away from his mouth and clasped his hands together instead.

"Thank you Troy." It was so quiet, at first Troy wasn't even sure if he had heard it, but it was there. He turned to face Ryan and simply nodded his head. He didn't say anything because he was afraid of what would happen if he opened his mouth. He doubted that his words would be a simple 'you're welcome.'

"Do you wish that you hadn't of done it?" Oh God, he didn't know what to say. Yes? No? It's complicated? Far too complicated…….. Ryan just starred at him waiting for an answer. Think of something, Troy! Change the subject!

"You've got some blood on your lip." Nice work, idiot. Ryan looked at him quizzically before reaching up to wipe the blood away.

"Did I get it?" Ryan asked.

"No, not completely" Troy reached up to wipe the blood away from Ryan's beautiful, bruised skin and both of their hearts stopped. It all happened so quickly. Too quickly to even realize what was really occuring. Ryan leaned in and his lips brushed softly against Troy's. There was a deafening buzzing in Troy's ears and soft lips and the bitter taste of blood was the only thing that he could even begin to comprehend…..for about three seconds. NO! NO! NO! He had let his lips linger on Ryan's too long. Too long!

"NO!" He pushed Ryan off of him, perhaps a little too roughly. Ryan fell away from him with a stunned expression on his face and hurt in his eyes.

"Troy, I-" Ryan began desperately but Troy cut him off.

"No, just stay away Ryan." Troy said frantically, holding up his hands in defensive as if he thought Ryan was going to attack him. His movements were jerky and panicked and his eyes were wild.

"Troy, just calm down-" Ryan started to walk towards him and Troy backed into the door.

"I SAID STAY AWAY FROM ME!" He shouted it so loud that his voice was hoarse by the end. Ryan jumped back in surprise and Troy took this as an opportunity to bolt out the door. Ryan's desperate shouts of "I'm sorry." followed him all the way home.

Around twenty minutes later Troy found himself in the confides of his rooms. He was shaking still and his mind refused to acknowledge what had just happened. He had not just kissed a boy, God no, God no. He had to do something to get his mind off of this. Anything to get his mind off of this. Then it came to him. Gabriella!

He picked up his cell phone and his fingers trembled as he fumbled to dial in her number. It rang once, twice, three times.

"Goddammit, pick up the phone!

"Troy?" Gabriella's voice was confused.

"Hey, Gabriella, can you come over?"

"Are you alright Troy? You sound upset."

"Just come over!" He hadn't meant to yell.

"I don't know Troy-"

"Please Gabriella. Please, I need you." He tried desperately to keep his voice calm

"I'll be there in half an hour."

He looked over at the naked girl lying in his bed. Her beautiful black hair cascaded over her flawless body and her long eyelashes fell against her delicate cheeks, and in all his life Troy had never found anything less appealing. He had taken her from behind that night. It was something that he had never done before but had felt an overwhelming urge to do. To his horror, at one point in the middle, though he would be damned before he would admit it, his traitorous eyes had seen blonde instead of black and he had had to bite down on his lip to stop a certain name from slipping from his tongue as he had reached his breaking point.

As he sat there with his face in his hands, he refused to believe his own ruination. He would forget. He could always forget. In time there would be no memory of lips that should never be touched by his own. In time, he would feel love and lust for Gabriella again. In time it wouldn't be true. Troy liked girls. He liked to fuck girls. Troy realized how crude his own thoughts were but he didn't care because in the end if he said he wasn't, then he wasn't it. It he didn't want to be, he didn't have to be. He didn't want to be like that, not like that, not like that. So for the rest of the night he would sit like that. Trapped in his thoughts, choosing to lie to himself rather than admit it, because there is comfort in denial, bliss in your ignorance, and damnation in the truth.