Disclaimer: I don't own High School Musical or any of the characters

Author's Note: Here it is the final chapter, hope you like it

"Ryan, there you are, we've been looking all over for you." He tired to wrap his arms around me but I pushed him away.

"Troy just please, please—leave me alone."

My stomach lurched at the sigh of him. Couldn't he just get the hint. I didn't want to see him. Not now, not ever. "Ryan, are you okay?"

"Do I look okay? Troy why is it that you always come to my rescue after the fact. You always see me when I am upset. You're never there for me when I'm happy. Every time I think of you, I think of the god damn bad memory you caused"

David was right. He always has been. Discovering I was gay was the worst thing that could happen to me.

"Ryan... why are you so angry with me. What did I do"

"Why don't you just leave me alone. I know what I am to you. I'm just some sick joke. You've been mean to people lower than you in status all your life. Why am I so different? I'll tell you why. You feel guilty. You feel guilty about what your friends do to me. A week ago, everything was fine. I hate this Troy. I hate you. I hate what you've done to me. Just stay away from me."

I felt as if someone just stabbed me. Letting go of Troy was so hard. I wish I could keep this picture, keep the feeling he gives off. But as soon as that feeling is over, the heartbreaking one comes along.

"Ryan, I'm sorry I'm not perfect...but. I love you"

I wanted to respond. I wanted to return those three words, but I couldn't. I couldn't fall into his trap.

"Ryan...aren't you going to say something"

"Please Ryan say something"

"I'm sorry Troy, but I can't play with your charade anymore." I took a stand for the first time in my life.

"Please Ryan, this isn't a charade. I really do love you. Please come back."

But no matter how loud or how many times he called his name, I never turned around. I had lost him, all in a matter of seconds. And I wasn't even sure how or why. But I wasn't going back there, I have made my decision.

I looked around at all the people in the train station. There wasn't many people there. There was a girl with her mother, who both looked happy. I could see the smile on their faces. They looked so cheerful. It made me feel even more miserable knowing that I could never have that happiness. My train of thought instantly stopped when I tripped over a shady creature causing my suitcase to fly open.

"Sorry. I'm sorry" I said a sincere as I could. I grabbed my belongings and put them back in my suitcase. He soon bent down to help.

"Please, I've got everything. Its no big deal"

"Are you planning on running away" he said as he picked up an article of clothing.

"Please, thanks for your offer but I've got it" I said a little more angrily.

"Why are you in denial? You clearly need help, and from the looks of it, not just with your possessions," he said. His voice was deep. It sounded familiar, but I could not figure out why. He kept his hood up so I never saw his face. There was something about this guy. Who was he.

"I don't need your help, I don't need anyone's help. Please just leave me alone"

"Why are you running away"

"It doesn't concern you"

"I want to know"

"You don't need to know"

"Just tell me"

"No"

"Just tell me"

"BECAUSE I LOVE SOMEONE THAT IS USING ME"

"Jason Cross"

"Here"

"Chad Danforth"

"Here"

"Sharpay Evans"

"Here"

"Ryan Evans..." Everyone looked around to spot Ryan. He was nowhere to be found. People didn't pay any attention to his absence, except Sharpay. She had noticed both Ryan and Troy were absent from school.

"Anyone seen Ryan this morning?" the teacher repeated. "Sharpay, do you know anything about this" Sharpay jumped from her seat. She had been deep into her thoughts about Ryan, and wasn't paying any notice to Mrs. Darbus. "Oh um. He's sick, so he's staying in bed all day" She said, saying the first thing that came to mind. Sick in bed she thought. I can only wish that were true. God Ryan where are you.

Ryan's POV.

"How do you know this man is using you"

"because he doesn't love me, I know he doesn't love me. It doesn't matter what he says, he doesn't love me."

"So you really love this person" I didn't know anything about this man, other than the fact that he is nosey. But something is just telling me to pour my soul out to him.

"Yes of course I love him. I love him to a great extent, but I'm scared".

"and how do you know he doesn't love you."

"I just know, okay. And not to be rude or anything but this is really none of your business." The man stayed silent for a long period. Then without saying a word he lifted his hands to his hood and revealed himself.

"TROY!" I yelled.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm trying to keep you from making a mistake."

My mind went blank. This wasn't part of the plan. No matter how hard I try to run away from him he just keeps coming back.

"Ryan I love you and will never stop. I'm not using you, and I now know you love me"

"how did you know where to find me?"

"That's not important, what's important is us. I know you Ryan. I know you are use to a certain way of life. Your use to life giving you a hard time. Let me tell you, your life is worthwhile. Everything you do in life builds up to something. I never thought I would fall for you but I did. And I know you did to. Please stop hiding and give us a chance. Its okay in life to feel happy" he pressed his lips against my cheek. My heart melted. My mind was saying one thing but my heart was saying another. Once again, I found myself drowning in my thoughts. Why was this so complicated?

"What do you want from me" he pressed his lips against my cheek again

"everything."

"I want everything. And I will do anything to have you. Please Ryan just tell me one thing"

"what is it Troy"

"express your feelings. Stop keeping them bottled up inside" That simple phrase was harder than it sounds. He had finished kissing my cheeks and was now moving on to my neck. I couldn't take it. I had to give in.

"Troy you were right. You were always right. I was just scared. Scared of life"

"Say it Ryan, please say it" he said, slowly moving to my mouth.

"Troy... I love you" He smiled and caught my mouth with his lips. Here I was kissing Troy Bolton at a train station, knowing perfectly well he was completely wrong for me. But I didn't give a damn. I'm in love with Tory Bolton, and that part of me isn't completely fake.

A/N: TAA DAA! The End. There it is the final chapter. There is my not so good story, I will do a sequel of course, so be on the look out for that.

I would like to thank:

BraceYourself,KelsiLovesLucas, Mordechaimalachai ,Mondel4EvEr, Iambrokenheart13, Samgurlalways, SweetFame ,Butterflycutie88 ,Yuffiegal Blazingfire03, DarkPhoenix1987, Aznphreak1218, Nitpik, Soccerbabe12, and Disney-Kid

I would also like eto thank Dark Angel Kira for reveiwing and being my inspiration