A/N: Sorry about the delay, all four of my teachers piled on the homework and gave us three projects this week along with 2 tests. Well I hope you like Chapter 2, cause I know you've all been waiting for it. I'll be posting a lot more this weekend!
Mack turned down Gabriella's walkway taking a deep breath. She was having second thoughts about telling them. She needed to tell someone or she would burst and she would rather talk to Gabriella, Taylor and Sharpay, than Troy, Chad, Zeke, Jason, and Ryan. This just wasn't the subject that you want to talk to your brother about, especially if your brother's name is Troy Bolton.
She walked over to the door and rang the bell, humming her brother's new favorite song: Breaking Free. Rustling could be heard behind the door. Then it flung open and three sets of arms pulled her in and up the stairs. Mack had never been inside Gabriella's house, it was quite nice. The three girls threw Mack into Gabriella's room and onto her bed, before shutting the door. There was an awkward silence that followed only a moment until Sharpay broke it.
"So, what's so important that you couldn't wait to tell us about?" Her voice had changed since the last time Mack had talked to her. It had become less like ice and more friendly, she was even smiling about something that wasn't solely about her.
Mack could feel Taylor studying her, almost like she could read right through her. But then again, she probably could. They had known each other for a long time. Taylor, even though she was two grades ahead, was the first friend she had ever made. All the other kindergarten kids didn't talk to Mack because she complained that she wanted to get out of school and fool around with Troy and her dad at the 'big school' and watch her dad's team practice. By the time recess had come, she had complained to so many people, no one wanted to hang out with her because they thought she would whine the entire time. Taylor had walked over to see if she wanted to play with her and Mack couldn't have been more delighted.
Sure, Mack made friends, but not for the right reasons. As she got older, kids became her friend so they could meet Troy. Taylor had taught Mack to look right through these people. Once Taylor and her brother started high school, she split her time between them. Taylor on the days Troy had basketball practice and Troy on the days Taylor had Scholastic Decathlon practice.
"I know," Taylor said. "It's a guy, isn't it!" Mack looked at each of them. Sharpay, Gabriella and Taylor all had matching smiles on their faces. Mack looked down at the floor, any sign of excitement in her face was now gone. She brought her face up to look at them and said, "the wrong guy."
Sharpay giggled. "Wrong guy, how could it be the wrong guy? There is no such thing."
Mack sighed. "There is if you're a Bolton. I don't get how this could have happened."
"Who is it?" Gabriella said sitting next to Mack, putting a comforting arm around her shoulders.
"Calum. Calum Boucher."
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"So dude, you're coming to the dinner tonight, right?" Chad asked Troy as they walked with Zeke and Ryan toward Jason's house.
"Yep. How was practice?" Troy was eager to hear what his dad had them doing. Coach Bolton was normally a hard coach. He expected excellence or immediate correction and with a tournament coming he would be extra hard.
"He was pretty easy on us," Zeke said. "Except he made Chad here run cause he caught the rebound with his face." Chad was about to say something but Zeke cut in, "there was no way you were ready to catch that ball. You had a dazed look on your face."
"Thinking about Taylor?" Ryan asked, elbowing the shorter boy. Troy had to stop walking to stay balanced because he was laughing so hard.
"Hey! I bet he would have made you run too!" Chad shouted at Troy before turning to Ryan and Zeke. "And for your information, I was trying to stop the ball with my super powers." All four of they burst into harder laughing than any of them had in their lives.
"Well, well, well. What are the wildcats laughing about now," came a sneering voice from behind them. All four immediately stopped laughing and put on a look of disgust as they turned to face the voice. The voice was a good looking guy with brown hair and cold ice colored eyes. The boy had a blue West High basketball jacket with yellow lettering. He gave a snort. "Oh Bolton, you kill me. You can't make friends with the jocks, so you go to Drama King? This is rich."
"What are you doing here?" Chad sneered right back at boy. "You're team's no so hot anymore. Maybe it's because you moved up from JV. They won all the championship games before you came."
"You watch your mouth Danforth if you ever want to use it again." The boy turned his gaze back on Troy. "You know that one of us will get the big scholarship from Stanford and one of us wont, so don't go crying to your daddy when I get it instead of you."
"Put your money where your mouth is Boucher."
"You wanna fight with me Bolton?" The boy walked over to Troy so they were inches apart. He laughed as he said, "oh come on. Everyone knows Troy Bolton doesn't fight."
"And everybody knows Cam Boucher plays dirty," Zeke said coldly from behind Troy.
"You keep quiet, Emeril. I don't need you jabbering on. Why don't you go bake?" He turned back to Troy. "Where's your snooty little sister, haven't seen her lately. Does she still cherish you? Are you still her idol? Does it make you happy that there's someone out in the stands that will cheer for you?"
Chad saw Troy's fist clench and reached out to hold it back. If Troy got in a fight, by rules, he'd get suspended from the tournament. If he actually hurt someone, he would get taken off the team, no matter what the other person did to him first. Troy and Cam were staring at each other, each having slits for eyes. After staring at each other for the longest minute in history, Cam threw the first punch.
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"Troy, what happened." Coach Bolton walked over to his son, who was helped into the banquet hall by Chad and Zeke, Jason was holding his stuff. Chad and Zeke led him to a chair where he could sit down. He moaned as he sat and Coach Bolton didn't take that as a good sign.
Jack Bolton looked at his son. He was bleeding from his nose, had two black eyes and looked about ready to pass out. His hands were covered in blood and his white shirt was dotted with red marks. Not all of that blood could be his. The coach looked at Chad, "what happened."
"Cam Boucher. Thats what happened," Chad said with cold voice.
"Yeah, Boucher threw the first punch and everything," Jason added as he and Zeke moved away so Mrs. Bolton could clean up Troy.
"Guys we have parents coming in 10 minutes. We can't let them see Troy like this!" Coach Bolton yelled.
"I'll take Troy home and get him cleaned up better, start with out us," said Mrs. Bolton as she led Troy out of the banquet hall.
"Okay boys, I want to know what happened. Exactly like it happened. Got it?"
All three wildcats nodded their heads, "yes sir."
Hey! How do you guys like Cam Boucher? Nice guy huh! Troy didn't do that bad when he fought Cam. My friend called him a 'woozy' when she watched the scene with him upset about Gabriella not talking to him. Well, next chapter is on it's way!
