Playmaker

AN: Okay, guys... before anyone else gets excited... this is a Trelsi fic. My little brother called it that. So, Kelsi was asking if Jason told Troy that. I am working on a Kelsi/Jason fic though. It should be up by the end of the week. Enjoy.

Chapter 2

Playmaker. That's what he calls me. His friends tell me that I'm the playmaker of his heart. I shake my head and smile. No one knows it's the other way around.

At first it was just hormones telling us to kiss, just to get out some odd feelings and butterflies. After about a week, I started letting my true feelings unleash. That I love him.

I was watching him practice his dance move for "No One Like You".

He winked at me and then said to Mrs. Darbus, "I need some music."

I practically hopped to the piano and started playing before anyone could stop me.

After practice, he and I were driving home. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

"Beautiful job today, Playmaker," he complimented, making my face go red and warm.

He cupped my face in his hand and slipped his tongue in my mouth. My tongue fought his as we held onto each other. I felt a pinch and opened my eyes to find him biting my tongue. I pulled away frowning.

"Sorry... Little carried away," he apologized.

I couldn't help but smirk, "How about we go inside." He nodded.

We made out for a few hours in my room before doing our homework. Even then our mouths fought for domination as my CD player repeated.

Jenny got a job

A cat named Jake

Thirty-one candles on her birthday cake

Next year

Thought by now she'd have a man

Two car seats and a minivan

But it still ain't here

She was looking for a Mister Right so long

But all she found was Mister Wrong

And that's a piss

She's drawn a line that she won't cross

Her and time are facing off

She says something's gotta give

"I love you," he whispered in my ear between pants of air as we laid collapsed on my bed.

I hesitated to reply, "I love you too."

We fell into another heated make out session.

Playmaker? Me? There's no way! He's the playmaker. He practically controls me. If he told me to jump off of a bridge... I would! If he told be to bitch off at Sharpay... I would! If told me to run away with him... I would! I'll do anything for him. I love him. That's why Troy Bolton is the playmaker.

Something's gotta give me butterflies

Something's gotta make me feel alive

Yeah

Something's gotta give me dreams tonight

Something's gotta make me feel alright

I don't know where it is

Yeah, but something's gotta give...