Chapter 2…play pretend
Ryan's p.o.v
So it wasn't a dream. What I felt was really troy, not some make believe model in my dreams. I knew it felt too real. I focused on Troy's face via the mirror. He couldn't pull his eyes away. I could tell by the look on his face that he knew he was busted. He whirled around and opened his mouth, ready to throw out an explanation. But I stopped him. For all he knows, I was sleep during the entire thing, and I just so happened to get up.
"Are you done in here?" I ask in a false sleepy voice.
He stands there for awhile, waiting to see if I would explode at him for his little voyage on the sea of Ryan. But I don't, I stand there and wait. Now troy isn't the smartest person in the world, so it came to no surprise, that it took him a good two minutes to realize, that I wasn't upset.
"Did you, um, like just get up?" he ask
God, what an idiot. If I really was sleep, and had not felt a thing, then right now I'd be suspicious. He can't hide anything.
"Uh, yeah" I say.
He then nods his head and smiles. He walks past me and I wait until I hear him lay on his bed, before I shut and lock the door. I take a deep breath and walk towards the mirror; it's my turn to face what just happened. I stare deep into my reflection. What does he expect? That I would just sleep through a hand job? I mean sure he didn't go that far, but that was pretty close. Why me? For Christ sake he can have any girl he wants, why pick a guy? Does he like me? Has he always liked me? Is that the real reason, he joined the musical last year? I look down and I actually have to laugh. I look back in my reflection
"Get real, Ryan. He's a teenage boy, it's the middle of the night and he's horny. He wants Gabriella. But let's face it; you're not the most masculine boy in the world. With a good imagination, your skin could be Gabriella's, or any other girl for that matter. I mean, after having sex whenever you wanted to, who would want to resort back to jacking off?" I tell my self
As I'm looking in the mirror, I 'm instantly taken back to the days when Sharpay, first taught me how to cover up my bruises with make up. That's how life with the Evans family is, always covering up problem instead of facing it. I let out a sigh and make my way back to my bed. When I leave the bathroom, I see troy, lying on his back, eye's closed. He was smiling, I guess he was glad that he got away with something, or worst, was waiting for me to return the favor. I almost gag at the thought of touching troy. He's been with tons of girls, and god knows dirt and sweat he's covered in. Five hours a day of nothing but, running around and sweating? No thanks. I hop on my bed lay on my back. I can't believe this, if I where as mean as Sharpay, I would black mail Troy, with what just happened. Luckily for him, I have better things to do than waste my time with Troy Bolton.
Troy's p.o.v
I don't remember reading any where in the brochure that all counselors had to be up at the ass crack of dawn. I'm hardly awake as the older counselors are telling us what to begin doing. Next thing I know we're being put into groups of three.
"I'll be putting each group in charge of certain activity." The older counselor, Richard, says. He holds up his clipboard and begins calling off names.
"Simmons, Smith and Seltzers. You all are in charge of the sports center."
Great, there goes my first and only pick
"Next... um let's see." He glances over the clipboard. "Bolton, Callaghan, and Evans. In charge of the arts and crafts" Richard says
Automatically, I let out a loud sigh. I guess it was too loud, because Richard whips around and stare directly at me.
"Problem, Troy?" he asks
I quickly shake my head
"Um, no, I was just….um yawning" I say, as I stretch my arms up and let out a weak yawn.
I hear giggles amongst the other counselors. Richard looks like he wants to say more, but turns around and continues calling names.
"So where exactly are we going?" I ask
"The blue turtle" Ryan says.
I laugh. I now remember why I thought camps were lame. The blue turtle? Ryan keeps walking ahead of me, along with our other partner… Nicole. Nicole, is drop dead gorgeous, I think she's Hawaiian or something. She looks my type, pretty and well, I guess that's it. I don't really have a type. I walk faster to catch up with them. Ryan's ignoring me; I thought we were over the whole 'I hate Troy' thing. That is unless he, no that's impossible. If he was up during last night, then he would have killed me. Any relative of Sharpay Evans cannot have an easy temper.
"So, Nicole." I interrupt "where are you from?"
She looks at me like I'm a freak
"Um, New Mexico" she say's in a 'duh' voice
"Oh, duh. I just thought that, well, you know, well not that" I was rambling
She places her hand on my shoulder and smiles
"I know what you meant. My family's from Hawaii, but I was born here" she says
"Oh" is all I can manage to say.
"Well here we are" Ryan say's as he opens the door to a small studio with an open roof. Inside there's wood tables and various art materials in the shelves. Suddenly I hear a voice behind us
"Um, Nicole. You're needed in the main cabin" a small counselor says.
Nicole follows the lady, leaving me and Ryan in the studio, with two hours to spare.
