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: Again, thanks for reviewing guys. You guys are awesome! Sorry for the long delay. I had major writer's block, and had a difficult time trying to write this chapter. Hopefully it is not complete crap. Also, Sharpay and Ryan are not related at all. Just to let everyone know. This will also have more Tryan interaction.
Frenetic Desires
Chapter 3: Now or Never
Fiddling with his locker combination, Ryan sighed in a frustrated tone, as the lock would not come off. He attempted a 2nd try, but his efforts were futile. His locker would not open. In rage, he kicked his locker and let out a frustrated sigh.
"Whoa, what did the locker ever do to you." he heard a sarcastic remark. Ryan turned around, wondering who in the world was here this early, and to his surprise, it was East High's basketball god, Troy Bolton. Ryan noticed that the popular teen must have come here for early basketball practice as he wore his East High jogging suit, and his face was dripping with sweat.
"Um, I beg your pardon?" Ryan asked, forgetting what the teen had said.
"I said 'what did the locker ever do to you'." Troy reiterated, as he leaned against a locker.
"Oh that, well you see, my locker won't open." Ryan explained, scratching his blond hair, a bit embarrassed about the whole situation. Here he was, talking to the most popular boy in school in an empty hallway at 7:00 in the morning about his disobedient locker. At this point Ryan felt like he truly was a dork.
Troy, however, did not seem to mind. He merely shook his head, as if processing the situation and removed himself from the locker. He sauntered towards Ryan's locker, his musky smell attacking Ryan's nostrils, a smell Ryan felt was a bit too poignant. But Ryan felt best not to say anything, since he did not want to offend the teen that everyone looks up to.
Troy glanced at the locker, pondering about what could possibly be wrong. He placed his hand on his chin, still seeing what was wrong with the trouble locker. Ryan furrowed his eyebrows as he found the situation bit awkward to say the least. He had no idea how Troy was able to fix this minutia dilemma. Troy Bolton was a basketball all-star, a jock How could he possibly know anything about fixing lockers? But Ryan couldn't help but find humor in this situation.
"Ah, here is the problem." Troy announced.
"Huh." Ryan mumbled, a bit puzzled. Troy smacked the locker in three different places, and to Ryan's utter surprise, the locker magically swung open. Ryan stood there, gaped. He felt a bit foolish for his previous thoughts of the teen, stereotyping him. Perhaps Troy Bolton was more than just a teen who can make a basket, or can make a girl fall down to her knees with one causal smile. Maybe he was someone with actual substance. Maybe, just maybe…
"There! You see, problem solved." Troy announced, a proud expression plastered on his bronzed face.
"Wow, thanks." Ryan politely said.
"No problem. Opening lockers is just one of my many quirky talents." Troy revealed to the blond teen.
"Well glad you have that special talent. I guess you are my hero." Ryan stated. Ryan then felt a bit odd uttering the last bit of his statement. 'My hero, why the hell did I say that.' Ryan thought to himself. He immediately regretted saying that as it could be taken in so many ways.
"I guess I am." Troy agreed. It seemed Troy did not mind or fully take a possible innuendo of that comment. For some strange reason, Ryan felt that this conversation would be awkward beyond belief; but surprisingly, this was actually comfortable for him. Ryan felt a bit bewildered by all of this. He had never made an effort to talk to the basketball stud in all of his high school career; so it seemed rather peculiar how he had actually been talking to him. Strangely, he did not mind.
"I should get going." Ryan announced, realizing why he had come to school so early. Her had to talk to Ms. Darbus about the musical that Gabriella was forcing him to try out with her for. "Thanks again for the assistance with my locker."
"No problem. And I should get going too. Got to go shower so I don't go and kill people with my horrific body odor." Troy jokingly said, indicating to his sweat-drenched body.
Ryan let out a small chuckle. "Okay, see you around I guess."
"You will be seeing me around a lot actually." Troy corrected him. Ryan was a bit confused by what Troy had just said.
"What do you mean by that?" Ryan curiously asked as he placed his belongings into his now open locker.
"Well it seems like you have become an East High Wildcat." Troy stated in an excited and prideful manner. Ryan was utterly stunned. He genuinely could not believe that he had actually made the prestigious team.
"I what?" Ryan asked, believing that somehow he must have misheard what Troy had said or misinterpreted it.
"You made the team." Troy reiterated, and with that sauntered away, leaving the stunned blond agape.
"Oh my God, I can't believe you made the team!" Gabriella jealously exclaimed as Ryan took an appreciative bite of his hamburger.
"I know, I am still a bit shocked myself." Ryan revealed.
"I knew you were going to make it!" Jason chimed in with his voice filled with excitement. "You killed at the tryouts!" Ryan merely shrugged, continuing to devour his meal while his friends continued to chatter away about Ryan's achievement.
Meanwhile, Try stared at the newly selected basketball player from his comfortable seat. Troy barely made an effort to talk to his surrounding friends who were also talking about the blond. Most admitted that the blond teen had raw talent and would be a vital asset to the team. Sharpay and the other cheerleaders were more focused on his appearance. They unanimously agreed that Ryan was "hot" enough to be labeled the coveted role as a basketball player. Chad, on the other hand, felt indifferent towards the new member. He just hoped that Ryan would be able to pull his own weight.
Troy knew for certain that Ryan would do more than just pull his own weight. Troy was truly impressed with Ryan's natural talent. His movements were not forced, they were done effortlessly. When he sped across players in the court, he did it with such grace that it mesmerized Troy. 'And let's not forget his body… wait, where the fuck did that come from.' Troy inwardly question where that thought had come from. Sharpay noticed her boyfriend's distressed look on his face. With her perfectly manicured hands, she gently jabbed him in the gut.
"You okay?" Sharpay asked. Troy gazed into her sweet chocolate-covered eyes.
"Yeah, of course I am okay. Just thinking about trivial things." Troy told her. Sharpay merely have an understanding expression on her blemish free face.
"Okay, just don't worry about those things too much. They make you get wrinkles." she stated in a matter-of-fact tone as she stabbed a melon with her black plastic fork. "Here.' she leveled the fork into Troy's mouth in an affectionate way. The piece of melon fell on to Troy's mouth as he could taste the naturally sweet juices from the piece of fruit. Sharpay leaned into him, the two sharing a small chaste kiss, unlike the other ones the two shared the previous night.
"Get a room you two!" Taylor, sitting awfully close to Chad, said in a teasing tone.
"You're one to talk." Sharpay retorted, flinging a strawberry at her friend.
"Calm down girls. We don't want you to start fighting now." Troy warned the two girls as he nibbled on a french fry.
"You are crazy Troy! Don't say that!" Chad exclaimed, pieces of his club sandwich falling from his mouth onto his white Styrofoam plate. "Come on girls. Go fight, pull hairs, rip each other's clothes…" he offered gesturing to the two girls.
"Oh please, like that is going to happen." Sharpay scoffed.
"Fine, how about you two kiss and make up." Chad said, his lips forming into a sly grin.
"Sorry sweetie, we only do that at sleepovers." Taylor teased while Sharpay giggled. Sharpay turned to Troy who again, who again seemed like he was in a daze. Sharpay could tell he was thinking about something, what she wanted to know was what he was thinking about… or who.
"Babe, are you sure you're okay?" Sharpay inquired.
"I think I am going to ask him to sit with us." Troy announced in an affirmative tone.
"Who?" Sharpay queried.
"Ryan." With that he removed himself from his seat and advanced towards Ryan's table while Sharpay looked at her boyfriend with a confused expression.
"Do you think I will be able to handle it?" Ryan asked his best friend, Jason, who was seated to his right, while Gabriella, on his left, continued to chat away with Kelsi about the news.
"Of course you will! You are amazing Ry, really, you are." Jason genuinely told Ryan, a glint of hope in his eyes.
"Thanks Jason, I really needed to hear that." Ryan said, a smile appearing upon his fair-skinned face.
"Anytime, Ry." Jason mumbled as he gazed into Ryan's charcoal eyes. "Um, Ryan, I was wondering, if you are not doing anything tonight, maybe after practice, we can…"
"Oh my God, Ryan! Look who is coming our way!" Gabriella squealed, tugging on Kelsi and the two giggled feverishly. Ryan faced the direction that Gabriella had pointed at, and instantly knew why the girls were acting in such a peculiar behavior. Advancing towards them was none other than Troy Bolton himself. Ryan noticed that Troy must have changed as he was no longer wearing his jogging suit. Now, he was dressed in a horizontal striped shirt with the East High school colors, with form-fitting jeans. Ryan could not help but turn away, feeling slightly flushed. "I wonder why in the world is he coming here. Maybe he is coming to tell me that I did not make the team. Oh God, how that would suck terribly."
"Hi Ryan." Troy grinned, standing merely a few feet away from the skittish blond.
"Um, hi Troy Bolton, what brings you hear to our table." Ryan managed to let out while Jason merely stabbed a piece of corn with his plastic spork.
"Actually I was going to tell you that…"
"I knew it, I knew that it was too good to be true. I know there must have been a mistake with the list. I knew I did not make the team. I feel so stupid for thinking that I could make the team. Oh crap." Ryan rambled on, while receiving confused looks from his friends as well as Troy.
"Um Ryan. I did not come here to tell you that, I came here to tell you that since you are part of the team, if you want you and your friends can come and sit with us." Troy stated.
"Oh, now I feel like an idiot." Ryan sheepishly muttered, blushing ever so slightly. Troy, on the other hand, found it cute the way Ryan cheeks became a light pinkish color. "Wait cute. Where the hell is this coming from?" Troy inwardly questioned. Meanwhile Gabriella kept nudging at Ryan's gut.
"Ryan, did you hear what just happened!" Gabriella harshly whispered.
"Troy Bolton just invited us to sit with his table, his table!" Kelsi announced.
"I know, um, do you guys want to sit with them?" Ryan asked, not fully comprehending everything as he was still a bit embarrassed of his trivial rant and his jumping to conclusions.
"No!" Jason lowly chimed in. The girls sent death glares at him for his disapproval upon the situation. "What, you don't know those people. They are just snobby pompous teens who have nothing better to do than go and talk about how amazing they are." Jason stated trying to defend his reason.
"Jason, shut up!" Gabriella and Kelsi strictly muttered. They then turned their attention to Ryan.
"Say yes, you can't just say no to Troy Bolton." Gabriella nodded.
"And why not?" Ryan inquired.
"Because he is Troy Bolton, that's why!" Kelsi retorted.
"Fine." Ryan sighed, finally giving in to the girls' wishes. He was a bit uncomfortable about this situation. He did not want to go and sit with Troy and his friends as he was a bit timid about meeting a crowd that he was unfamiliar with. On the other hand, he wanted to accept the invitation for he knew that he should get to know his new team members and get to form a closer relationship with them, especially with Troy. He turned to see Troy, who was staring up at the ceiling, seeming to be in a daze. Ryan could not help but smile as he found Troy's demeanor to be charming in a peculiar sort of way.
"Uh Troy?"
"Yeah?" Troy said turning his attention back to Ryan. The two met one another's glances, and for a moment, it seemed that no one else was with them, it was just Troy and Ryan, blue eyes meeting silver eyes. Ryan took restrained breaths, it was now or never. Ryan cleared his throat and replied, "I would like to sit with you."
A/N: There you have it. I know it is a bit of a crappy ending, but I promise to make the next chapter worth while. I hope to have more Sharpay and Gabriella interaction. I will try to update once a week or once every other week. So until then, reviews are appreciated.