Disclaimer: Own HSM, I do not.
Chad observed, as he always did. He stared in shock in the direction of what he had just seen and heard. Troy and Ryan, hanging out? How could that be? Chad, hidden in the shadows, made his way back into the school, and saw that Ryan was still at his locker.
"Hey, Evans." Ryan jumped.
"Oh, hey Chad, you um, scared me."
"Whatcha doing?"
"Nothing really, just putting something away."
"Oh, well, whatcha got there?"
"Nothing, I better get going, so if you could just-"
"Hey Evans?" Chad interrupted.
"Yes?" Ryan was beginning to get annoyed.
"I don't think that you want to hang out with Troy tomorrow night."
"How did you know about tha-"
"That doesn't matter. Just believe me when I say that Troy is not someone that you want to hang out with. Catch my drift?"
"Yeah, I do, and I think that you need to get some deoderant to fix that."
"You did not mean that, Evans."
"Oh, but I did." To Chad's suprise, Ryan pushed him into the nearest locker. "Stay out of my buisness, Danforth." Ryan walked away, head high, no one like Chad Danforth was going to bring him off of his high horse. Little did he know, that in his rush of adrenaline against the lunk-head basketball man, he had forgotten to close his locker. Down the hall in the opposite direction, Chad Danforth ran away with his most prized possession, his journal.