Thanks to all that reviewed! I don't want to give too much away about Troy just yet. You get a little bit more detail in this chapter. Hope you like it.

Chapter 5

"Finally! You guys are so slow," Chad said as Troy and Cam trudged out of the school.

"I want an ice cream," Troy said. "Anyone else want an ice cream?"

"I do," Ryan said. "I'm starving!"

"I could go for one, let's go," Chad said leading the way toward their favorite ice cream place. The group started to share what had gone on that day and were laughing and smiling.

"Hey traitor, how you doing," came a voice behind them. Cam shut his eyes and let out a breath before turning to the voice. Standing in front of the group was an intimidating six foot seven teenager and his gang of friends. Each of them had a West High letterman jacket on.

"I'm doing great, how are you," Cam sneered.

"Oh, you still have your little sneer that you always used against Bolton. You on his side now? Did you realize that you couldn't win?"

Cam's eyes narrowed and Chad grabbed his arm. Cam shook it off before saying sarcastically, "oh, you got me. I better hide the truth better next time."

"You might not want to act that way Boucher, what are you five feet tall?"

"Five eleven thank you very much."

The West High players laughed and Cam turned. "Where you going Boucher? Scared?"

"Just keep walking," Cam told Troy, Chad, Ryan, Jason and Zeke. "They wont follow."

Cam was right, his old teammates didn't follow them. As they entered the ice cream parlor, Chad noticed that some of the East High kids that went there after school were giving Cam dirty looks and throwing glares at Troy and himself. Jason and Zeke had caught on to this too, and sent Chad a confused look.

"Luckily Cam and Troy are oblivious," Jason whispered. "They'd be blowing a gasket right now."

Two girls walked by Chad and gave him a disgusted look. "Oh, you're just jealous," he yelled after them. "Keep walking!"

"Chad," Zeke said. "Stop it you're making a scene."

"Do I care? No," Chad said. "No one looks at me like that. You know, if they got to know him, they might like him. They're all stuck up, every single person that walks through East High and doesn't give someone a chance."

Jason and Zeke shot a look at each other. "This isn't going to be an easy year," Jason whispered to Zeke. "Why can't everybody be understanding?"

"Because there would be no problems," Zeke said. "Earth doesn't exist without problems."

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"Hey Cal," Adam yelled as he and Teagan ran toward him. "Ugh," he said as he got closer. "Why do you smell so bad?"

"Two juniors stuck me in the dumpster, again. I kept a souvenir this time," he said lifting a banana peel off the ground next to him.

"Why do they keep doing this to you," Teagan asked.

"Why do you think? Because I'm a Boucher that's why. My brother's old reputation precedes me." He kicked a rock by his feet. "Like I would ever hurt Troy, their golden boy."

Adam and Teagan looked at each other and sighed, knowing he was right. "You want to come over," Adam asked.

"No, I'm going to sit here for a little bit, see you tomorrow."

Adam and Teagan walked off and Calum smiled as he watched them go. He noticed a basketball and decided to pick it up. He looked around for a hoop and found one by the parking lot. First he took a deep breath and took ten foul shots, making every one in. Then he did a few lay-ups and then a few three point shots.

"I haven't seen a kid shoot like that since Troy Bolton," came a voice from behind him. Calum gasped and turned around. Standing by his car was an older man with graying hair. "You know Troy, right? Oh how could you not everyone knows him."

"Huh?"

"What's your name kid?"

"Calum."

"What grade are you in?"

"9th."

"You're a freshman," the man said in astonishment. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah," Calum said warily.

"I'm Mr. Freeman, the junior varsity coach. You have talent."

"Thanks."

"I'll be seeing you at try outs, right?"

"Umm..." Calum said.

"Great. In the past I've only picked a few freshmen, but I think with a little more practice and experience, you could be the star when Troy leaves next year."

"I don't-"

"Nonsense! I've been coaching for twenty years and the only person that I would compare you with would be Bolton. I start try outs in a week, I like to start earlier than Jack does. I'll see you there."

Calum watched the man get into his car and start it up. "Oh and Calum," Mr. Freeman said. "Leave this meeting between you and me. Technically, I'm not supposed to start recruiting for a week, Matsui would have my head if he knew I was already looking for prospects."

"You got it," Calum said as the car pulled out of the parking lot.

He turned and took the basketball in his hands and threw it at the basket. A swish.

Calum sighed and sat on the tar. "This is what I want isn't it," he asked to no one. "Playing basketball...with the people who hate my brother even more than anybody else. Great."

He stood up and dusted himself off before grabbing his backpack and heading home, thinking of ways to convince his mother to let him change his last name.

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"Dude, I need to do my homework," Jason said looking at his watch. "We've been here for hours."

"Ugh, homework, over the weekend? I thought we taught you well," Chad said. Jason shook his head.

"Hey Zeke, want to walk with me?"

"Sure, see you guys later," Zeke called as he and Jason left.

"Well, you should probably get home," Cam said. "Taylor's going to have a fit if you wait for Sunday to do all of your make-up."

"I won't, I'll do some of it Monday morning." Cam and Ryan laughed at his serious face. "Taylor's coming over tomorrow to help me and I already started it...a little," Chad said once the laughter subsided.

"Hey Troy, you okay," Ryan asked. Chad's head jerked to look at Troy, who was holding his head in his hands.

"It's nothing, I just...feel a little lightheaded."

"You should drink some water," Cam said. "I'll get you some."

"I'll get you something sugary to eat, make you feel better."

Once the two boys left, Troy looked at Chad. "You know," Chad said. "What you should do is go to the doctor."

"It's not that bad. It's probably from eating all this ice cream and stuff."

"You never got sick from eating too much ice cream before," Chad said, his volume raising with every word.

"Would you just stay out of it! Who are you to tell me what to do?"

"You're most loyal best friend! You're lucky I haven't told your dad about these episodes of yours, I've been close."

Troy's mouth dropped. "You told me you wouldn't tell anyone," he said through his teeth.

"I don't want to lose my best friend," Chad said in the same manner.

"Well, you just did," Troy said, standing up to go. Ryan walked over with a cinnamon bun. "Here's a-" Troy walked right by him. Ryan looked at Chad and back at Troy, who was running down the street. "Okay, I missed something."

"Where's he going," Cam said walking up with water.

"Who cares," Chad said staring out the window. "The guy's a fool."

"What are you talking about?"

"You know what Cam, why am I worrying so much? If he doesn't want to tell anyone...he can dig his own grave."

Chad stood up and walked out the door, slamming the door behind him. "Don't worry guys," said the guy behind the counter. "Those two never fight for long."

"I hope you're right," Cam said.

"Now what do we do," Ryan asked sitting across from Cam at the table.

"First, you eat that."

"No, you eat it."

"I'm not hungry," Cam said looking at the cinnamon bun as if it had limbs. "You can eat it."

"I don't want it either."

"I'll take it home for Calum then. Let's go."

So, something is definitely wrong with Troy and he's in denial. And poor Calum getting stuck in the dumpster...

Well, tell me what you think. Also, I'm mainly getting my information for Troy from: http/en. that doesn't work and you would like to see the site, go to and in the search part type SVT and pick the result that says Supraventricular Tachycardia.

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