Disclaimer: The High School Musical cast belongs to Disney. But Sara Bolton and her friends belong to me!

Author's Note: This chapter (more the middle and end) contains Bolton family tension.

You Wouldn't See It Coming

Chapter Two

"Where are you!" It was around my lunchtime, and I was with Ryan at a nearby restaurant. Jodie had just called me, and she was freaking out.

I looked at Ryan and smiled, "Obviously I'm not there."

"Obviously!" Jodie exclaimed. "You realize we had gym second period. And that your dad is our gym teacher."

The smile I once had was dropped, I was speechless.

Ryan looked at me, "What's wrong?"

I heard Jodie screaming on the other end of the phone, "Was that Ryan Evans!"

Ryan heard Jodie's scream and looked at me, "Sara? Are you okay?"

I looked at Ryan, "I think my dad knows I was skipping..."

"You'll be fine." He said, reassuringly. "I'm sure your friends gave a good reason for not being there..."

I returned my attention to the phone in my hand, "Jodie," I began, "You did give him a half-way decent reason for me not being there... Right?"

"Um..." Jodie muttered, "Possibly?"

My eyes grew wide and I looked at Ryan again, shaking my head.

In reply, his eyes grew wide as well, "You have to be kidding me!"

"I'll talk to you later..." I muttered into the phone, hanging it up. I put my phone back in my pocket, "What am I going to do?"

"Maybe we should go back? And you could make up some excuse... I hear you're good at that."

We both laughed as he once again looked at his watch, "If we head back right now, we could make it in time for fourth period." He said, exchanging his glance from his watch to me.

"Let's go then." I said, standing up.

He stood up as well, grabbed my hand and we ran. We arrived at the school within twenty minutes. The dismissal bell for third period rang, and we entered the building. He hadn't let go of my hand, as we walked down the hall.

I then saw what I had been dreading, Troy, Chad, and Zeke walking down the hall, straight towards Ryan and me. Troy's eyes grew wide, "Sara! What are you doing?" He stormed up to us and glared at Ryan.

"How is it any of your business?" I asked, tightening my grip on Ryan's hand.

Troy exchanged his glare from Ryan to me, "You're my sister. That's how it's my business."

"Well if that's the case," I looked at Troy, anger burning in my eyes, "Then I should be able to know every single thing you do. Because you're my brother."

"That's a different story, I'm the older brother, and you're the younger sister."

Ryan rolled his eyes and I held back a laugh, "What a load of crap!" I exclaimed, glaring at him. I looked at Ryan's watch and began to walk.

Ryan dropped my hand, "I'll talk to you later." He said, smiling.

I nodded, "Just call, I'll answer." We separated; I walked towards my English class.

Troy followed me, "So, where were you guys?"

I turned around and glared at him, "What's it to you?"

"He's my competition for this musical and..."

I cut him off, "Oh shut up Troy! You probably only tried out for the musical because of Gabriella, it's not like you really care!" I turned back around and continued watching.

"How do you know?" Troy asked my retreating back.

I ignored him and turned the corner. I slowly approached the door to the English classroom.

"Really though Sara." He kept rambling, "How do you know that I don't really care?"

I had my hand on the doorknob, and there was a minute left of passing time, "Troy, you laugh at me, when I practice for auditions. That is what tells me that you don't really care." I opened the door to my class and walked into the room, walking back towards Nichole and Jodie, taking my seat in between them.

Nichole looked at me, "Ryan Evans?"

I smiled, "You don't know the half of it." I replied, looking at the board.

"We'd like to know." Jodie exclaimed, "You skipped school, I call you, and it turns out, you're with Ryan Evans. Brother of Sharpay Evans."

I shook my head, turning to Jodie, "It's not what you think!"

My two best friends laughed and gave each other suspicious looks. "Yeah okay Sara." Nichole said, smirking.

The two of them snickered until the final bell rang. We walked out together and headed towards the school exit. That's when I saw him, "Sara!"

Ryan ran over to me, smiling. I smiled back, "Hey!"

Sharpay looked at us, "I don't think I want to know."

"I'll call you tonight." Ryan replied, looking at me, "Sharpay and I have to go practice so we can beat your brother."

I smiled at him. My attitude of the whole thing had changed throughout the day. I really hoped that Ryan would get the leading male role. I didn't exactly care about the female part. "Alright, I'll talk to you then."

Ryan and Sharpay walked away, towards the auditorium. Jodie looked at me, "Oh yeah, there's absolutely nothing going on between you two."

I shrugged, "Things aren't always as they seem."

Jodie shook her head, "I'll talk to you later, just call me after you get off the phone with your darling Ryan."

I felt my face get hot, "Shut up!"

Jodie and Nichole walked out the front doors, toward the busses. I turned around to head in that direction when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Dad sent me." It was Troy.

I turned around, lifting my brother's hand off of my shoulder, "Don't touch me."

"It was the only way to get your mind off of Evans." He said, speaking Ryan's last name as if it were horrible.

I glared at him, "I have to get on a bus, because unlike you I don't have any after-school commitments."

Troy looked at me, "Yeah, that's where you're wrong."

"Oh?" I asked, "Have you memorized my schedule and unknowingly to myself, added after-school commitments?"

He shook his head, "But Dad wants to talk to you. Don't kill me, I'm just the messenger."

"And why would I kill my darling older brother?" I asked, my voice oozing with sarcasm.

Troy rolled his eyes, grabbing my wrist and dragging me to the gym. We walked into the boys' locker room, and he brought me into our father's office.

Troy leaned against the doorframe as I stood in the center of his office.

Dad looked at me; as if I could tell exactly what he was thinking and wanting an explanation.

I stood there, sure, I knew what he wanted me to say, but I wasn't going to. I have the ability to make my own choices.

Dad looked at Troy, "Go get practice started." He said, "I'll be there in a few minutes."

Troy smirked; he knew I was probably in huge trouble. He turned around and left, heading to the gym.

"Sara," He began, I sensed a lecture coming on. "Why weren't you in class today?"

I shrugged.

Half of the team walked over to Dad's office door, "Coach? Aren't we having practice?"

My dad nodded, "Yes, I'll be out in a few minutes. Troy's running practice until I get there."

"Of course, the good one." I muttered as the team headed out to the gym.

"What?" My dad asked, returning his attention to me.

I shook my head, "Nothing." I replied, looking around the room.

He looked into my eyes, "Word on the halls say you were with Ryan Evans."

"And if I was?"

"Were you?"

I shrugged, "Could have been."

I could tell that I was making him mad; the vein in the side of his head was pulsing. "Sara, please, can you just tell me what happened?"

"Nothing." I said, looking directly at him, "Now, I need to go find a way to get home." I turned around and walked down the hall towards the auditorium.

I opened the big double doors and saw Ryan and Sharpay practicing.

I listened to them rehearse.

"Show some muscle!"

"Do the hustle!" And then the two of them danced. I watched them, and Ryan was excellent, it just seemed that Sharpay was holding him back.

"No! Ryan! You're doing it all wrong!"

"What!" He protested, "This is what you TOLD me to do!"

"But you're doing it wrong!" She retorted, glaring at him.

I tilted my head to the side and watched the two argue.

And then the fur began to fly, "Just because I'm a better dancer than you does NOT give you the right to say I'm doing it wrong when I'm doing it perfectly right!"

"Ha!" Sharpay exclaimed, "The only reason you are IN this duo is because no one else is worthy of singing and dancing with me!"

"That explains a lot then doesn't it?" Ryan asked, glaring at her, "You think you're so perfect!"

Sharpay shrugged, "I don't think. I know."

"Now I know why you were so worried when there was a callback." Ryan said, a hint of rudeness in his voice, "You're afraid that you can't beat out Gabriella."

"Look Ryan, I want this part, and I know you do too." Sharpay exclaimed, glaring at her twin brother.

"Actually I'd rather have the male part, but continue."

"Just shut up and listen to me." Sharpay retorted, "If we find a way to make the callbacks and something else that is extremely important to Troy and Gabriella clash, we'd see who chose what over what." She smirked, "Most likely they'd choose the other. Seeing as I assume that their audition was only to anger Darbuss after she gave them detention."

Ryan nodded, "I see where you're going with this..."

My Ryan was beginning to differ from the one from the movie, so I had to put in that last section to make him more Movie-Ryan. Get it?

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