Disclaimer- I do not own anything that has to do with High School Musical, especially the characters Ryan and Troy.
Warning- This is a Slash fic, meaning sexual relations between two boys.
Summary- AU. Perfection could describe Troy Bolton's life, but is it all worth losing just for his one true desire… he thought so. Tryan.
A/N: Thank you to those who reviewed, you guys are awesome! This story will be slow-paced but chemistry will grow between the two lads. Just to let everyone know for now the boys are "straight." So here is the second chapter!
Frenetic Desires
Chapter 2: Untapped Potential
Walking into English class, Ryan noticed Troy socializing with his basketball clique, except for Jason, who stood next to him. Ryan situated himself in a desk behind Jason, who sat in between Troy and Chad.
"So yeah, like I told you, Taylor was all over me. Before I knew it, we were in the backseat of my truck, and we were going at it!" Chad enthusiastically revealed to his friends, who all gave him fives and congratulated Chad, while Jason scribbled in his notebook and Ryan texted away. As Troy joined his friends in the conversation, he briefly turned around and noticed that the certain blonde teen sat very close to him.
'How weird. I have never noticed him for the last 3 years, and now it seems that he is everywhere.' Troy thought.
"So, are you and Sharpay gonna get a bit frisky after practice?" Chad teased Troy, who turned a crimson red, by Chad remark.
"Shut up Chad." Troy spat.
"Come on, if I was tapping that fine girl, I would be shouting it to the world." Chad retorted.
"Yeah, some guys have all the luck." Zeke bitterly added.
"Guys, let's drop this, please." Troy announced, embarrassed by the whole situation. Almost out of impulse, he glanced at Ryan's direction, their eyes meeting momentarily. But that brief moment, ended, as Ryan continued to text away.
Mrs. Johnson entered the classroom, clutching on her briefcase and a stack of papers. Everyone immediately headed for their seats, and Ryan stealthily hid his prized phone. Mrs. Johnson placed her belongings onto her mahogany desk. "I am so sorry for my tardiness, I had to go to the AV center to get these." she pointed to the stack of papers while speaking in a flustered tone. She carefully picked up stack, a way that indicated she feared that one of the corners of the papers would slice one her fingers. "Okay, let's see if all of you are here. Kate Alt."
"Present."
"Troy Bolton."
"Present."
"Sam Buchanan."
"Here."
"Chad Danforth." It seemed the listed went on, Troy showing little interest in the roll call, until…
"Ryan Evans."
"Present." Troy subtly glanced at Ryan's direction, who had his head down, tapping his fountain pen on his oak desk, tapping it in a rhythmic beat. Troy enjoyed the serene and profound sound. The heavenly noise abruptly ended as Mrs. Johnson announced, "Now class, each of you were supposed to read "The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn," "My Antonia," and "The Sun Also Rises." So I assume that this test will be a suffice method for me to see who truly read the novels." Groans and gawking faces filled the classroom as she handed out the exams.
"This is going to be a long day." Troy thought as he struggled with the 1st question.
"God, and I thought that Ms. Darbus was bad. This woman is insane!" Chad exclaimed as they exited the classroom. Troy merely shrugged, agreeing with his friend. Ryan cut right past them, Jason tailing behind.
"Who is that guy?" Zeke asked.
"His name is Ryan, he is Jason's friend." Troy answered, receiving curious stares from his friends.
"And how the hell do you know that?" Chad inquired.
"I bumped into him earlier today while he went to sign up for the tryouts."
"What? That kid seems to fit in with the drama geeks, speaking of which, is Sharpay making you audition with her again?" Chad teased
"When doesn't she." Troy replied.
"God, she has you wrapped up in her petite finger." Chad remarked.
"Lucky you." Zeke mumbled, his head down.
"Well, I am sure she is amazing in the sack." Chad mocked Troy, as Troy nudged him on the shoulder.
Students frantically searched for decent seats in East High's cafeteria. The cafeteria was the melting pot for East High, all of the little cliques reuniting once again, fitting the mold of their previous year. Freshmen students hunted for available room in the open area, trying to find the group in which they belong. Future jocks found themselves sitting next to the basketball, football, soccer, track, and the other various sports. Naïve "blossomed girls" made their ways to the cheerleaders, while the flamboyant boys and girls found their ways to the "drama nerds." Timid brainiacs learned the ways in becoming future members of the Scholastic Decathlon Team. It seemed that everyone frantically searched for a place where they belong, except for Jason, Gabriella, Kelsi, and Ryan. Each one participated in different activities; Kelsi focused her attention into the drama department, Gabriella took an avid role in the Scholastic team, Jason of course was one of the basketball jocks, while Ryan was more of… the temp of the group.
Freshmen year Ryan had tried out for track, he sprained his leg at the 1st practice. Sophomore year, Ryan took a dab in wrestling, twisted his arm in his first match. Junior year, Ryan participated in the soccer team. Made the team, and played a whopping 5 full minutes throughout the whole season. So now, senior year, Ryan was jumping in the scene of basketball. Hopefully, his basketball skills would be good enough for him to make the team, and find a place where he can settle in for the remainder of his high school career.
The quartet sat just a few tables away from the "Golden Table," which none other than the golden boy himself, Troy Bolton, and the basketball jocks, except for Jason who chose early on to sit with his friends, plus the overzealous cheerleaders. This was the table that many students dreamed to covet a special place in that table, especially if she or even he could be in a foot radius of Troy himself.
"So if you make the team, will we be sitting at that table?" Kelsi inquired as she nibbled on her ham sandwich. Ryan merely shrugged, taking a sip from his water bottle.
"I think we might be able to sit there. I already have an invitation to sit there, so I am sure there is enough room for all of us." Jason replied, looking to Ryan for some agreement.
"I don't know, it seems a bit too chaotic there." Ryan hesitated, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Come on, it would be riveting to sit with them, just imagine them gracing us with their presences." Kelsi conveyed, a glint of twinkles in her eyes.
"This hamburger tastes funny." Gabriella declared, changing the topic entirely.
"Why, what is wrong with it?" Jason asked, curious as to what was wrong with the seemingly normal looking entrée.
"I don't know, just tastes different." Gabriella answered, throwing it away into the trash bin. "I am going to go get a fruit salad."
"I'll get it for you." Ryan announced.
"Ryan, you don't have to." she said, batting her eyelashes in very innocent fashion.
"No, I want to, I have to get my pizza anyway." Ryan insisted while pink color appeared on Gabriella's cheeks, Jason enviously rolling his eyes. Ryan removed himself from his table and sauntered off to the lunch line. Troy unconsciously noticed Ryan leaving his area and saw where is destination was at.
"I am going to get some cheese fries." Troy declared, having a strange urge to go to the food line.
"Why, just have one of your chumps get it for you." Sharpay reasoned wondering why Troy all of a sudden wanted to get his own food. "They listen to your beck and calling."
"Yeah, well I need some exercise for the amount of calories I am about to take in." Troy quickly came up with, using words like calories and exercise, words that Sharpay despised with a passion. Sharpay reluctantly let Troy win this small battle, and Troy triumphantly headed his way to the lunch line, right behind a certain blonde-haired teen.
"And a fruit salad." Ryan finished his sentence as he told his order to the lunch lady nodded her head.
"A fruit salad? That's a bit… light don't you think?" Troy remarked, having a strong desire to tease the teen. Ryan turned around, a bit winded at who was talking to him.
"Excuse me?" Ryan asked, a bit taken back by the teen making small conversation with me.
"I am talking about the fruit salad." Troy reiterated, feeling a bit foolish for trying to joke around with someone who he barely met, yet there was some strange desire to continue anyway. Soon, the lunch lady handed Ryan a small container filled with healthy delectables, which contrasted greatly with the very appealing, pepperoni pizza slice seated on a white Styrofoam plate, drenched slightly with grease from the slice.
"That will be $4.35." The lunch lady said in a raspy voice, almost as if something was caught in her throat. Ryan graciously handed her the money and turned his attention to Troy.
"This is for her." Ryan remarked, his index finger pointing to Gabriella. He then pointed to the pizza. "This is for me." With that, he ambled away from the lunch line, leaving a slightly embarrassed Troy behind.
Troy headed into the gym, as newbies were aligned in a single file line, behind a luscious red -colored line that made it way around the recently polished oak floors in the gym. Troy was greeted by his teammates.
"Hey, Troy." Chad greeted his best friend with their typical handshake. Soon, a middle-aged brunet entered from the locker-room doors, clutching a clipboard. He made his way to the new students trying out, flashing his overly white teeth, wrinkles forming near his eyes. Yet, an observant can conclude that in his golden years this man was a looker, one that all girls wanted, and all guys aspired to be. It was no wonder that Coach Bolton was the father of Troy Bolton.
"Okay, now I have a list of the new students who are interested in joining this team." Coach Bolton announced. He glanced around the rooms at the "potential" players and looked down at his clipboard. "Okay, so now we will start with some drills and then we will go way with the tryouts.
2 hours later, the teens were filled with sweat, and man-scent filled the gym. Throughout the whole tryouts, Troy was amazed at Ryan's skills. Troy first did not take Ryan's "untapped potential" comment seriously, but after seeing him at the tryouts, Troy was truly impressed. Ryan managed to make every shot he made, and even was able to steal the ball from Chad, who was not too pleased with that. Obviously, Troy's father felt the same way, as he nodded his head with every move Ryan made, and scribbled ferociously down on his paper.
"Okay, so that was great guys. I will post the full list of the team tomorrow in the morning." The Coach announced, while many of the teens grabbed their water bottles. The teens entered the locker-room to change. As Troy unclothed from his sweats, he walked towards Ryan, in nothing but a towel on. Meanwhile, Ryan removed his drenched shirt, and put on another shirt.
"You were really good." Troy blurted out, Ryan a bit off guard.
"Oh, you. Thanks." Ryan said with little enthusiasm. Ryan continued to pack his belonging in what appeared to be a designer duffel bag.
"Just wanted to let you know." Troy mumbled, feeling a bit awkward. For some strange reason he hoped to have a much longer conversation with the blonde teen.
"Well thanks." Ryan said. "Listen, I got to go."
"Aren't you going to go shower." Troy asked, indicating to the showers where a few of the teens were currently at.
"Can't. Have to leave early. Maybe some other time, I will get to publicly shower in front of my peers." Ryan chuckled, while Troy blushed for some odd reason.
"Well, I will be waiting for that." Troy managed to blurt out. Ryan seemed to have a confused look on his face.
"Ha, funny." Ryan smiled, and with that left the musky locker room. Troy wondered why he had been a bit flustered with talking to this blonde teen.
'Probably just tired from practice.'
"Yo Troy, aren't you supposed to go to Sharpay's house right now?" Chad asked his friend, as he stepped out from the showers.
"Oh shit, I forgot." Troy cursed, and dashed to the showers to take a quick shower and get to Sharpay's house before Sharpay became testy. It seemed he could thing about the teen with the "untapped potentials" another time.
A/N: Well that is the end of the chapter. Sorry for a sucky chapter. I had written an intense tryouts scene, but it seemed boring and dragged on. Oh well. Sorry for the huge delay. Well, the next chapter should come sooner. Anyways, please review guys, they mean a lot to me. And this will be my official account. My bro will not be using it anymore, so he let me invade it. Sorry to those who liked his stories. Tryan scenes will appear, eventually. Next chapter will have more Sharpay and Gabriella, as well as the beginning of the "Tryan" friendship. Reviews are appreciated.