this chapter was actually kinda rushed, because i wanted it in the same update, but i still like it. everyone's on edge, and its funny.
things also get a bit tense between Troy and Ryan... in more ways than one...
A Twist in Fate
"Troy, are you okay?" Troy jumped and turned to Chad, who was talking to him.
"Fine!" He said, his wide eyes and excitability suggesting otherwise.
"Mr. Bolton, Mr. Danforth!" Ms Darbus addressed them. "Is there something you would like to share to the class?"
"No Ms. Darbus." The two mumbled.
"THEN CAN IT!" Ms. Darbus screeched uncharacteristically before resuming her lecture. As of late, Ms. Darbus was becoming increasingly controlling over students, especially the ones who skipped out on rehearsals. It probably did wonders for her blood pressure.
Chad returned to his seat, not wanting to further induce Ms. Darbus' rage. He gave Troy a questioning glance. He had seemed pretty tense all morning, and he was biting his nails, something Troy only did when he was extremely nervous.
Troy groaned. Chad had noticed him biting his nails, which meant he knew something was up. What exactly had gotten Troy so worked up?
Ryan.
Troy was revisiting an old habit and had glanced up at Ryan that morning. However, instead of seeing him focused on his work, or listening to Ms. Darbus, his eyes were on Troy. And it freaked him out.
"No… That's not how it works." Troy mumbled to himself. "I'm supposed to stare at him. That's my thing. He's not supposed to stare at me. He's not even supposed to notice me. He's supposed to work and be clueless to the fact that I'm staring at him. What if he knows now? What if he's known all along that I stare at him in class? What if he doesn't like it? Why do I even do it? Why—"
"MR. BOLTON!" Ms. Darbus shouted. "ARE YOU QUITE SURE THERE'S NOTHING YOU'D LIKE TO SHARE WITH THE CLASS."
Troy nodded feverishly. "Quite sure, ma'am. Sorry." Troy bowed his head in embarrassment. His eyes darted right, and he caught a glimpse of Ryan. He's still staring…
Ryan cursed inwardly. He had to stop looking at Troy. No doubt he had seen Ryan looking at him, and no doubt it was creeping him out. At least he knows I felt now. A grin crept onto his face. Revenge was sweet.
But not as sweet as the scent of Troy… Wait, no stop! I'm not supposed to think that… I should concentrate on Ms. Darbus' speech. What is she talking about? She's yelling at Troy again. Gosh, Troy's so cute when he's embarrassed. NO! Stop it Ryan! No more thoughts about Troy! Don't think about his beautiful blue eyes… or his really hot body… or his sexy voice…
"NO!" At first, Ryan thought the whole class turned to face him, but really they were split between looking at him, Troy, and Ms. Darbus who all happened to scream out the same word at the same time.
Ms. Darbus was taking in having breaths. "EVANS! BOLTON! DETENTION!"
"Yes ma'am…"
The awkwardness didn't end there. All day long, Ryan made Troy the centre of his attention. The more he thought of him, the more he stared at him. The more he stared at him, the more tried not to stare at him. The more he tried not to stare at him, the more he thought of him. The more he thought of him…
Meanwhile, Troy was as rigid as a plank as felt the piercing stare of Ryan Evans on him all day long. This had driven them another two outbursts during the day, garnering them many questioning looks and whispers behind their backs. By the final bell, the two were more frazzled than Gabriella during exam week.
As Ryan made his way to the auditorium for detention, he made a point to go the long way around and avoid Troy. Unfortunately, Troy had been thinking the same thing. Rounding a corner, Ryan walked headlong into him.
"Ah! Oh… hey Troy." Ryan said awkwardly.
"H-hey Ryan." Troy replied in a strained voice. They stood facing each other for a few moments, saying nothing, before realizing why they had bumped into each other in the first place.
Ryan made a few indistinct noises before forgetting what it was he had to say. Troy jacked a thumb behind him to the drama wing.
"Shall we?"
"Yeah." Ryan replied, leading the way. The walk to the auditorium was awkward to say the least. While Troy and Ryan normally had lots to talk about, most of the walk was spent in silence. Ryan was at a loss for words. What could he say after putting Troy through such a humiliating day? Fortunately, Troy could think of something.
"I sure hope Ms. Darbus doesn't make us dance again. I'm still wiped out from yesterday."
Ryan couldn't think of a response quick enough, and just nodded, thus destroying any chances of a decent conversation. Thankfully, they were almost at their destination, and it wasn't long before they were before an irritated Ms. Darbus. They noticed a bucket at her feet, with two dirty rags hanging from the side.
"You'll be scrubbing the stage today." Their drama teacher announced, giving the bucket an acknowledging tap with her foot. The boys nodded, and Ms. Darbus left them to do their task. Troy hopped onto the stage and wrung out one of the rags. Ryan followed suit, and soon they were both on their knees trying to scrub out some very stubborn scuff marks. Conversation was scarce, so Troy brought in a stereo from the music room and popped in the CD for the musical. Ryan smiled.
"Good thinking. It'll make the time go by faster." It had been the first thing he had said to Troy since "yeah", and it felt good. Troy apparently liked the change too, and gave Ryan a smile. He picked up his rag again and got to work on his side of the stage.
"So…" Troy said. "You seemed pretty… distracted today."
Ryan cringed. "Did I? Probably just tired from yesterday."
"Yeah that wasn't fun." Troy said. They worked in silence for a while longer before Ryan spoke up again.
"By the way… thanks for the massage."
Troy chuckled. "You liked that, did you?" Ryan blushed, and he hoped Troy didn't see. He had been pretty loud about it.
"Yeah…"
"Well it was the least I could do." Troy said. "I was pretty much a jerk to you."
"Oh no, it was fine." Ryan said. "I know how girls can get. I live with one." Troy laughed again.
"Yeah, I guess you do."
As Ryan wrung his cloth again, the opening song played on the stereo.
"You know." Troy said. "I still can't get the Twist down. Maybe you could help me?" Ryan looked at Troy with a raised eyebrow.
"Right now?"
"Oh, well if you don't want to…" Troy said, turning back his work.
"Oh, no I do!" Ryan said, maybe a little too enthusiastically. He dropped his cloth and picked himself up. Troy gave him a tentative look.
"You sure? 'Cause you don't have to."
"Come on!" Ryan said, pulling Troy up. He placed his hands on Troy's waist, just like last time, and coached him through the dance. As he did, Troy spoke again.
"Sorry if my staring at you bothered you." He said. Ryan shut his eyes. Troy noticed him staring earlier.
"Yeah, me too." Ryan said.
Troy sighed as Ryan moved his hips back and forth. "There's just something about you that catches my eye."
"Well I did lose a few pounds over Christmas." Ryan said, with a slight chuckle. Troy could feel it hit the back of his neck.
"Funny, Ryan." Troy said sarcastically. It might have been just him, but Troy could have sworn he felt Ryan inch closer. "What's your excuse?"
"Hm?"
"For staring at me."
Ryan snorted. "Who said I was staring at you?"
"You did!" Troy replied. "Like, 5 seconds ago."
"Sure I did." Ryan said, inching even closer. He paused to take in a deep breath. Yep, he still smells like that…
Troy could feel it as Ryan let out his deep breath. It tickled the hairs on his neck, leaving goosebumps. "You're in denial, Ryan." Troy grinned.
"Of what?" Ryan murmured back.
"I dunno. You tell me."
Troy and Ryan were now flush against each other, and this time Gabriella wasn't there to stop them. Troy didn't know if Ryan meant to or not, but his hands were slowly sliding lower.
"You're a great teacher." Troy said softly.
"You're a great student." Ryan replied, his mouth inches from Troy's ear. He gasped when Troy placed his hands on top his and inched them even lower.
"I had a dream last night." Troy whispered, and now Ryan was certain he was grinding into his crotch.
"Yeah?" Ryan whispered back. "And what happened?"
"I don't remember." Troy said, pulling Ryan's hands lower. "But you were wearing that shirt." Ryan was suddenly aware that he was wearing his green polo shirt.
"What a coincidence." Ryan said. "Because I had the exact same dream." His hands found the insides of Troy's thighs. He let out a small gasp.
"Wait." Troy said. "What say we ditch the stage and head somewhere a bit more private?"
Ryan chuckled. "Your place or mine?"
"Mine." Troy replied.
MUAHAHA! CLIFFHANGER!
HAHA!
...well really, isn't two chapters enough for you? you can wait a bit for what ever's coming next :)
here's a hint: it's already written...heh...hehh.
so, quality-wise, it could have been better, but i think it did all right moving the story along. hope you enjoyed those two chapters!
as for the next update, since the chapter's already written, i just need to fix a few things up and write a bit more. it shoul dbe up within a few days.
and i beat Tertiary Genesis reviewing By Starlight :D
... please don't hate me! i didnt even know i was the first one!
aaaaanyways, i shall see ya all later! and please review!
thanks!