im so so so sorry for the long update .. so much happening and of course i got sick .. me of all people. well heres the chapter

Last Chapter

"I'm sorry about earlier Troy."

"It's ok."

"No, it's not. You were right. I do have feelings for you. I knew all about how you were the East High King, and I knew you had a

mask, probably egomatic, and I wanted to see what was under it. I was glad I did, because it showed me a really great, sensitive guy,

someone i could trust."

Troy smiled a real smile and he leaned in to Layla. She leaned in and kissed him like a need. She grabbed a magazine and started to

read waiting for Ryan to come out of the room.

Chapter 12

Ryan came out of the waiting room eyes red and puffy. He walked up to them silently but no words were needed to be said. Layla

gave him a tight hug and her accepted her embrace after a moments hesitation.

"I feel so guilty about this whole thing. I knew I should have walked her home. How could i have been so stupid?"

"It's ok Ryan, it's not your fault."

Ryan laughed shakily and wiped his eyes.

"Look at me, i'm a mess and it's your own sister and your not even crying."

Layla didn't say anything and started to walk out of the hospital with the two boys in tow. Ryan waved to them and started to take out

his cellphone to call Sharpay to come pick him up. Layla, not wanting a confrontation with the ice princess decided to walk away and

Troy ran up to catch up with her. Troy caught up with her and slipped his hand in hers, but she pulled away.

"Ugh, now what did i do wrong Layla?"

"Nothing Troy, i just want us to be kept a secret for a while because everyone believes that i hate you."

"Oh great."

"Hey, i don't like it either and what i really don't like will have to be."

"And what do you suppose is that?"

"You still need to be friends-with-benefits with Sharpay."

"What? oh no. no no no no no."

"Troy please, for me."

Troy let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and sighed.

"Fine only for you."

Layla smiled. Troy couldn't help it and started to kiss her.

"Let's go to my house."

Troy said. Layla nodded and grabbed his hand and they walked to Troy's.

Troy's house was pretty big so when Layla entered his house she couldn't help but gape and stare all around the place.

"Not used to fancy houses i'm guessing."

"Well, not really. My house is pretty small. So, I'm guessing you're rich."

Troy smirked and said "yes, but i'm still me." and he grabbed her hand to give her a tour.

The last stop was Troy's bedroom. It was blue, of course with a whole bunch of basketball junk and Layla started to laugh.

"What's so funny?"

"I expected that this would be the room of Mr. Troy Bolton, basketball junkie."

"Oooh, you're gonna get it now."

Troy grabbed Layla and threw her over his shoulder and dropped her on the bed and started to tickle her. Layla was laughing

hysterically with her protestant screams of "Stop it Troy" or "Haha it ticklessss." and the ever popular "Stop it Troy or ill kick you

upside the head with my boot." Troy stopped and laid on the bed beside her and suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Hey buddy, can i come in?" a voice was heard muffled outside of the door.

"Crap, it's my dad, uh, quick hide under the bed!."

Layla got under the bed and wiggled her way to the edge to life up Troy's blanket. She saw Troy's shoes jog to the door and oull it

open and then saw a pair of loafers and the hem of a bathrobe.

"Hey Troy, after i got dressed you wanna play a game of one-on-one?"

Layla rolled her eyes. Of course there's another basketball freak in the family, where else would he get his obession from. Troy

hesitated.

"Uh sorry dad, i can't. Got some stuff to do."

Troy's dad walked right into the room and sat down on the bed and the bed sunk in right on Layla's lower back.

"Troy, lets have a chat. come here."

"It's ok dad, i'd rather stand."

"Troy, a boy with good qualities like you shouldn't be single for long. You need a girl and i bet there are some girls lining up to get at

you, i mean, why shouldn't they? you look like i did in high school."

Layla had an exasperated look and put her face in her hands. Great another egotisitcal Bolton in the same room as me. Troy l

aughed.

"Dad, I have -" he stopped abruptly.

He was going to tell about Layla and Layla and Mr. Bolton perked up at his midsentence.

"I have - way to much school work to keep up with a girlfriend dad."

Mr. Bolton look sort of upset.

"Alright Troy, i'll let you go now."

Mr. Bolton stood up and just as he did Layla sneezed.

"What was that?"

Silence. Then there was an "achoo."

Mr. Bolton walked to the bed and kneeled down and flipped up the blanket and looked at Layla wiping her nose.

"Alright, out from under the bed." Layla wiggled out of the bed and brushed off her clothes.

"Troy, what did i tell you about hiding girls under your bed?"

"Nothing."

"Oh. well, i'm telling you now no hiding girls under the bed. Now you must introduce us."

"Layla Delrosa this is Jack Bolton."

Jack didn't get a good look at Layla until now and when he did he faltered.

"Hi um Layla isn't it?"

"yeah."

Jack nodded. "Ok, well, i got some stuff to do so i'll leave you alone."

He stumbled out of the room and while he walked downstairs he called someone on his cellphone ..

"Your dad doesn't like me does he?" Layla asked Troy as they left the house.

"I'm sure he does, he gets like that when he meets someone that intimidates him."

"How could I have intimidated him, i didn't say a word."

"Hey, don't question me, it's just something my dad does."

They continued walking when all of a sudden a mess of blond hair surrounded Layla. When she slapped it away and spit some out of

her mouth she turned to see Sharpay practically on top of Troy.

"Hey Troy." Sharpay said in that voice that Layla hears in her nightmares. Then Sharpay kissed him full on the mouth and it was all

Layla could do not to attack that overgrown barbie so instead she clenched her fists in the inside of her pockets of her sweatshirt.

Layla screamed "Are you done yet?!?" and they broke apart.

"Troy, can i use your cellphone?"

Troy took his out and while she was dialing Taylor's number Sharpay said "Too poor to have your own phone raggedy ann?" which

was Sharpay's nickname for Layla. Layla flipped Sharpay the bird while she put the phone to her ear.(if no one knows "flipping the

bird" means giving the middle finger D)

"Her mom hasn't paid the phone bill yet." Troy said to Sharpay and she scoffed.

"Hey Taylor, do I have any messages?"

"Yah, Ryan called you. He said that the mental aslym called and they said you could go see Jaylene."

Layla's heart flipped.

"Ok. anyone else?"

"Yah, some random phone number, i don't know who it was."

"What did they say?"

"You're Next." ...

finally a chapter done. i'm surprised i got it finished. well, im giong to go rest and fight this cold. review to make me feel better D