Disclaimer: i do not own high school musical, i have merely created its dark side
Chapter 15:
Troy
I was beaming for the last few weeks, there was not a thing i could find a problem with, well of course except for Naomi. She was beginning to become a problem. I thought if i just showed her i wasn't interested she would get the hint but she just keeps flirting with me to no avail. I could tell it was beginning to get Ryan a little worked up and that was the last thing they needed as friends was for me to come between them. I liked Naomi... most of the time, but she was Ryan's friend and she needed to remember that.
For some reason it seemed to be the first thing i would think about in the morning when i woke up, now for instance. I heard a light rap on the door and shifted my body into a siting position. "come in" i called. My mom stood at the door with a warm smile and i attempted to give the biggest smile i could. I hadn't told my parents i was planing to go to new york in a week but i knew they wouldn't like it. From the second Ryan told me i knew my parents would have some issue with the idea but i knew it was what i wanted for myself and for Ryan.
" troy we have guest coming today" she said " at one your aunt and uncle are going to be here with the kids, we are having a BBQ" i felt the bottom of my stomach open. I didn't know about this and i didn't want to stay.
" well that's nice, I'll be out" i said getting ready to lay back down for a few more hours of sleep.
" troy we want you here today" she said. " you're cousins want to see you its been so long and your uncle James has asked about you too" my mothers brother was a real jack ass if you asked me. Always had an opinion about everything and my cousins where spiting images of both him and his mousy wife.
" well you could have said something" i said
" i would have but you always find a reason" she said with a sigh. I didn't want to be here and besides i had to work tonight. I suppose that was a better excuse that any to get out of it.
" i have to work" i said
" i wish you would tell me more about this restaurant you work at" she said paranoid. The truth was my mother would prefer i was still 16. she thought she was losing me and maybe she was but whenever she brought up these protests it was just annoying to me.
" i need the money" i said " i need to be doing something"
" money for what?" she asked. It was a stupid questing and i knew that but all she wanted to know was if i was on drugs or something. And i was sometimes pot only but it was still considered a drug and i wondered what kind of fit she would throw if she had an idea.
" for everything mom" i said scratching my head.
" what if you could invite a friend?" she said finally, my head snapped up. Was that some sort of trick question? she knew of only one friend of mine so i wasn't sure how to react was she inviting Ryan to our house for a BBQ?
" like who?" i asked
" Ryan i suppose" she said, i could see even she wasn't sure she was convinced but she said it. I felt warm all of the sudden, she had never extended an invitation for Ryan to come over before and i thought she never would but it seems the gains would be outweigh the losses which to me didn't make sense because i didn't understand what they didn't like about him in the first place.
" then alright i will stay but i still have to work tonight so i will have to leave at some point" i said warning her that i didn't want to be hassled about it again.
" fair enough" she said " having money is important i suppose, how are you doing anyway?" this was the part where she pried into my life finding out what it was i was doing when i left the house in the morning and didn't come back till late at night.
" well i just woke up so i don't really know how i am doing today" i said evasively. She looked stern but then softens.
" of course" she said softly. " we can talk about it later then" she left my room shutting the door. I sighed, we wouldn't end up talking about it but i knew she would think about it till the next time i avoided her questions. I eagerly pulled out my phone and called Ryan.
" its kind of early" he said groggy " i love you but its early"
" yeah i know but something came up so i cant come over today" i said biting my lip.
" oh, that's fine i guess" he said i could here the disappointment in his voice. " I'll see you tonight after chasers then"
" or" i said cutting him off. " you could come over here?"
" go over there?" he asked skeptically. " like to your house where your parents are?" i knew it was odd for him since it had never happened since the summer began. In fact i had spent less time here than anywhere else, i didn't even eat three square meals here.
" i have family coming over for a BBQ" i said " my mom said i could invite you" the line was silent and i wasn't sure if he was still there.
" i don't know" he said breaking the silence. I understood why he was reluctant but i really wanted him to be here, and i couldn't let him not wanting to come stop me from staying. I realized i hadn't thought of the possibility that he maybe wouldn't be interested in being here with my family. As much as that idea hurt could i blame him? My parents hadn't been friendly to him at all the times he came to pick me up or waited as i got ready. Could i be upset with him for not wanting to be around them? And if he didn't what did that mean for us?
" you don't want to come?" i asked even though i knew the answer.
" i do want to come" he said " i just, i don't think your parents like me a lot"
" if they didn't like you they wouldn't have invited you" i defended even though i wasn't sure.
" or maybe they are just sick of you always going out and never checking in with them or telling them anything about where you go and what you do and they realize the only way to stop it is to have me there"
" either way its a win win situation" i humoured, he giggled and sighed. " i just want you here, and you can meet my family"
" compelling" he said as if it was anything but. I wasn't sure i could truly say i wouldn't be mad if he said no. I would, not because he didn't want to come but because he felt as though he wasn't truly welcome.
" i start work at five" i said " come at three stay two hours and then we can leave" i wish i didn't have to beg but i felt like i did.
" troy i never said i didn't want to come " he said as if he was reading my mind, "can i bring anything?"
" no just yourself" i said with a smile. " thank you for coming, i don't know how i would have survived."
i heard him sigh and wondered what he had to say i didn't like those moments where i could see doubt but he never said anything. Part of me still believed he was still timid to tell me when he is bothered but how long could he still feel this way? " what is it?" i asked
" you say it as if you hate your family all of the sudden." he said, the stress was clearly evident in his voice. " i just, i don't want to put a gap between you and your family, if they don't like me then..."
" Ryan don't even finish that sentence" he said " if they don't like you then fuck them, i like you" i wish he could just understand it already, it had been a whole summer i had learned to like Ryan even love him and he still thought we weren't worth a thing. " i love you, you love me right?"
" i do" he said still sounding concerned. I didn't know what i had to do to make him see, i didn't know what words i could put together to get his guard down i was stumped and frustrated with him and i had no idea how to make it better. I had opened up to him i had let him see inside of me why was he so closed off?
" I'll see you later" i said, he sighed again.
" yeah, see you at three" he said. I hung up the phone and once again felt the comfort of my relationship with Ryan cramp up. I showered after that and dressed. At around 2 my family began to show up and i made my way to the living room. Now that i thought about it i had not spent a lot of time in this room since before i went away. I think this was the party my mom wanted for me the day i came home and i think now i was ready to face the music.
First to show was my moms brother James, he had four kids, all boys and a fifth on the way. His wife Kate was very far along. The two oldest boys where Shawn and Greg who where just two years younger then me. The last time i saw them they kissed the ground i walked on while i taught them how to do lay ups. That had to me at least three years ago. Now , well i don't know how they felt about me.
They no longer looked like little kids anymore they had both gotten a hell of a lot taller and Greg looked like he was the kind of kid who went threw girls like they were objects. He had cocky shit written all over him. " troy the boys are here" my mom called from the door" i stood up and crossed the room to the door.
" hey" i said rising my arm. They both looked at me like an alien species. My uncle James grinned and patted me on the shoulder.
" troy, good to see you son" he walked passed me. " jack out back, getting the grill fired up?" he then said to my mother.
" yes and the steaks are ready to be seasoned" my mother looked as though she was in her glory. Her family was here and together so she could block out the fact that her son had never been so far away while standing in the same room. The boys mindlessly followed their father and i stood there for a few seconds in a bit of awe for some reason.
I walked to the sliding glass doors. My mother and Kate where having a laugh about something. My father and uncle James where talking about our new barbeque. Uncle James was going on about what made his better which was always the case. My father grinned along but i knew he hated my uncles boasting. " troy you a grill master like your dad and i?" he asked.
" not really" i said caught off guard. My dads face fell a little. James nodded. He looked about to say something but the door bell rung. Grandma Anderson whom was my mother mother had arrived and now it was time for the grilling.
" oh stop!" he complained as my mother tried to take off her cardigan sweater. " i feel i chill, if i wanted it off i would have taken it off" she hobbled threw the siding glass door. " James thank you for meeting your poor mother at the door, i remember that when i am writing my will"
" sorry ma" she waved him off looking at each of his four kids in turn the two little ones Brady and Liam where running around the court.
" where is he?" she asked turning around. " ah my boy" she said looking at my dad. " is that a new grill, you should get a new grill James" i almost smiled. She walked over to sit down and looked at me. " troy, ah i thought you where dead"
" mother!" my mom said but all i did was laugh.
" well Lucile honestly how could you let them take him away for a whole year!?" she said " clearly there is nothing wrong with him, it was the little Mexican girl" the conversation took a somber turn and i no longer felt like laughing. " if you ask me he did the right thing beating that devil"
" jeez ma" James said loudly. He had pride when he was sober.
I was thinking whatever god existed that Ryan didn't have to be here for this. My grandmother was an old fashion old valued racist and it flowed threw her veins. Unfortunately racism was not the only old fashion closed minded opinion she had and the idea that Ryan was coming was starting to feel a little less appealing. I was beginning to wonder if i should have invited him in the first place. " well its true, jack you shouldn't have let him date at that school it made him all looney"
i didn't like it when i was talked about like i wasn't here but that was something my grandmother did often and loudly. It was something we had all gotten used to over the years but i believed my mom still shared some of the same values as her mother. At least the ones she reserved for homosexuals and Ryan was a speculated gay among parents of east high students just as he had been among the students themselves. My grand mother ranted about me for a few minutes but i was hardly paying attention i was more preoccupied about the fact that Ryan was gong to be meting my big ignorant family. " and that's how the gay's happened" i caught. I looked up not to quickly that it was obvious.
" I'm sure that's not true" my dad said with a chuckle. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. I hadn't been listening. " I'm pretty sure, that's just something you are born with." I looked at my father who carelessly flipped the steaks. Did he really think that? Did my father truly believe being gay was something you where born with? And that perhaps he was tolerant even?
" nonsense" my grand mother said. " they are just reckless and wild their taint comes from the devil" Greg let out a small spit of a laugh and Shawn followed suite. I shut my eyes trying not to let myself get angry. She was full of shit, there was nothing wrong with Ryan, and there was nothing wrong with me. I thought about what my father had just said about it not being a choice and it made me wonder if i was the exception to that rule. Had i chosen to like Ryan? Or had i always had feelings for guys?
When i do think about it, any guy that i was friends with i held in high regard, higher regard then i ever held for a girl in fact before Gabi girls where really just little a blip on my radar. I did like girls and i had spent hours looking at stolen play boys and the local bikini girl in the news paper but i remember also seeing abs and guys asses and not being grossed out, never attracted. But now...there was nothing more sexy then Ryan with no cloths on, he was pale and soft and muscular after years of dancing. And i cant deny while we where camping and johnny gave us all a show of doing a cartwheel off of the cliff completely naked, i was somewhat aroused.
Had the years of poisonous influence by my grandmothers ignorance the reason i had suppressed my true feelings for so long? I was caught off guard by the door bell. I had no idea what time it was or where the conversation had gone from where it had left off but i jetted out of my chair around the patio table and went to the front door before my mother could.
" hi" Ryan said simply which made him sound and look adorable. It brought a warm smile to my face despite the anxiety i was feeling moments ago.
" you're early" i said. Which in hindsight was a bit rude of me. " i mean, hey, its just..."
" i know the drill Bolton" he said which confused me a little. "just chill" he walked passed me into the house. He was charring a cylinder in his hand and i arched an eyebrow. " wine, for your mom"
" how did you know my mom liked wine?" i asked incredulously
" because, shes a mom" he said as if it was obvious. I laughed and he laughed and then i caught his eye and the urge to pull him into my arms was almost too much. It was crazy i know, i had scene Ryan yesterday and the day before and i was seeing him today but the idea that i couldn't hold him like i was used to doing was a weird sort of withdrawal. I heard foot steps and broke the eye contact at my mother met us at the door
" hello Ryan" my mother said friendly but not overly so. I wasn't sure if it was because she didn't like him or not. Usually she was always more happy to have my friends here.
" hi Mrs. Bolton" Ryan said politely. She forced a smile and i was confused. Where was the just call me Lucy? She was never this cold when meeting anyone i brought home. Why was i pretending like i didn't already know why? " my parents where thrilled that i was invited and sent over a bottle of red, its from our home cellar, a rare vintage"
"oh" my mother said taken aback by the sentiment, clearly she was having some inner battles in regards to Ryan. She must by know how close we have become without knowing how close we have really become and it that way she is making an effort but Ryan's kindness in the whole matter made her feel guilty about her disdain. I knew that was probably Ryan's intentions. He was smart like that, he had a lot of cunning in him, and i had no doubt it had always been there, even when he was being made fun of in high school. I grinned knowing it must be true since he hated his parents and he lived with Sharpay, though it didn't explain the expensive bottle of wine he brought as a gift. " well thank you, I'll bring this to the kitchen and we will have a glass with dinner"
she walked away with the cylinder holding the wine and i looked right at Ryan. He shrugged. " what?"
" you are truly a great actor" i said. He scoffed and shoved me.
" that was not acting" he said, but i wasn't convinced.
" that whole deal with your parents?" i asked " what was that?"
" that was a little acting" he said squinting. " but your mom hates me so i was trying to make a good impression."
" she doesn't hate you" i said with a quiet tone. I mean she might have but the idea was so uncomfortable with me that my mother and my boyfriend just didn't see eye to eye. Well it was sort of one sided Ryan had never openly said he didn't like my mom but he was like that, he would let it stew inside of him and suppress his opinion for the betterment of our relationship which before now had been one of our biggest obstacle, still is one of our biggest obstacle's but now i was sort of grateful for it.
" troy, she does not like me" he said, he was adamant about it and deep down i knew it was true. My face softened and i held back the urge to hug him again. We probably could here with no one around to see it but i restrained myself.
" well she shouldn't" i said. He smiled a small smile and chuckled.
"yeah, that's really good wine" he said.
I wish we could just stand here in front of my stairs and the door talking with Ryan and forgetting the rest of these people where here. but at the end of the day i knew we had to go outside and endure this afternoon. I looked at him nervously. " look my grandmother is a little old fashion"
" so is mine troy" he said " because she is old"
" that's not exactly what i meant" i said as we walked towards the patio. I couldn't really explain myself anymore and hoped Ryan would have to find out what i meant.
" hi Ryan" my father said with a wave. " hows summer been treating you?"
" hey coach Bolton" he said " its been alright, its always nice to live in a town that's always sunny and beautiful"
" i guess new york was a bit of a shock for you" he said with a chuckle , i was almost confused that my father was being so nice to Ryan. " and call me jack, you don't go to east high anymore." My eyes searched the patio for my mother but she was not there, she must have still been in the kitchen.
" to say the least" Ryan said. My father got back to the grill which meant it was time to get to the introductions.
" so this is my uncle James, and his two sons, Shawn and Greg, the other two are over there playing Brady and Liam" Ryan looked off into the yard to see the other two boys. he then shook everyone hands.
None of them looked to happy to meat Ryan, it was a bit of an awkward exchange which was odd because they had never met him before, had my mother said anything prior? I had no doubt that brother and sister talked but had her speculation spread all the way to uncle James? "guys this is Ryan"
" hello Ryan" said my grandmother eyeing him suspiciously. " are you insane like my grand son?" Ryan laughed at my grandmothers senile comment.
" mother!" my mom said from the door. I put my hand on my forehead and Ryan giggled beside me.
" you aren't the only one with a dysfunctional family troy" he whispered in my ear. I gave him a genuine smile.
" it was just a question Lucile" my grandmother said. She turned back to Ryan. " what is you do then if you are not a nut job, do you go to school?" i was worried Ryan would get grilled for details about himself by my grandmother. She loved gossip and telling people what she thought. But Ryan held his own liked i knew he would.
" i am a dance major at Julliard in new york" he said, he left out the part about dropping out but i didn't blame him. No one wanted to sit in front of there boyfriends family and spill the beans about their failure. even if they didn't know we where together.
" dance?" she said loudly " what man dances?" i felt the warm feeling of annoyance rising in my chest and face.
" a man who uses it to get a full ride scholarship to an an incredibly prestigious ivy league school" Ryan said plainly. He said it with a smile but for anyone who could pick up on it, it was a challenge. My grandmother eyed him curiously but nodded with a smile.
" play any sports?" my uncle James asked.
" baseball" Ryan said. I smiled, he had his bases covered for today, pun intended.
Uncle James looked thrilled. " Shawn plays ball, short stop, best player on the team" he said beaming at his son who looked unphased by his fathers praises, either he was the best and it took its toll or he just was not as good as his father made him out to be.
" pitcher" Ryan said
" need a good arm to be a pitcher" James said impressed. " but i guess you didn't get into basketball though"
" well Ryan was the wildcats mascot throughout senior year" my dad said. " he was a very well rounded student, that's why he and troy are such good friends"
James nodded " i bet" there was i hidden meaning there that made my stomach turn a little, it was humoured but i could see the tension on my fathers face.
after the initial awkwardness Ryan settled into light conversation with my uncle about the isotopes , i was realizing maybe this day wouldn't be so bad. My father continued to cook the steaks and my mother and aunt talked together with my grandmother. I looked over to the half court to see Shawn and Greg playing with their little brothers, Greg was holding the ball above Brady's head as he tried to jump for it. It was something i could see chad doing to the likes of the rocket man.
I scoffed getting up out of my chair. Ryan oblivious lost in baseball talk. It was odd to hear him talk so technically about a sport. I walked towards the court. Maybe it was time to put my frustrations about this whole basketball thing aside. Maybe it was time to let it rest.
" what a fag" i heard. my head snapped up. I saw Greg standing there smug as he laughed Shawn stood there with a blank expression but both realized i had heard. I felt the heat in my face raising again. I looked back at Ryan who was innocently talking unaware of the words being said about him, or was it me.
" did you just call my friend a a fag?" i asked. Shawn's eyes went wide and he shook his head. I walked towards them both and Greg smirked which just made me angry.
" no" he said nonchalantly.
" i just heard you" i said " you just said what a fag, who where you talking about" Greg stood there defiant and smug. I wanted to hit him but i knew it would only be worse for me if i did. Here he was cruelly mocking the person i love more than anyone in the world and...
" you" he said catching me off guard. " and your boyfriend". He didn't even have time to smirk because my fist had already connected with his jaw. Blood sloshed out of his mouth as he fell to the ground with a cry . There was a pregnant silent for less then a second before Liam the youngest of Greg's brothers began to wale.
" what the hell?" my uncle James said standing up. " what did you do!?" he knocked over his chair running towards his son who was on the ground moaning in pain. I took a step back and bumped into my father.
"troy!" he said. My uncle turned on me. I looked aimlessly for Ryan. But i felt dizzy and unreal like none of this had happened like it was all just in my head. But it wasn't it was real and i had just broken my cousins jaw. Shawn stood there shocked.
" you little shit" my uncle yelled getting to his feet and coming at me. My father stood in front of me. " don't protect him jack he has it coming"
" back off James" my father said protectively. " there has to be a reason..."
" your son is a nut, that is the only reason for any of this" i was still in a daze like none of this was happening. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see Ryan. He looked on with conviction at the argument in front of him. " we are leaving now"
" don't bother" Ryan said. Everyone looked at him. " we are gone" he squeezed my shoulder and pulled me away from the scene. I could here my father arguing with my uncle till we reached Ryan's car. I heard the front door open,.
" troy, how dare you" my mother said rushing down the front path. "you are not going anywhere" i didn't answer just looked at her. I knew what i did was wrong. But i did it anyway and i didn't feel bad. And that was the scarey part. I didn't feel bad for hurting someone yet again.
" and who is going to stop him?" Ryan asked out of patents. My mother looked at him incredulously. " who is it going to help if he stays here? Clearly your to blind to see that the help you think he needs is not working..."
" i don't know who you think you are but..." i grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back and got close to my mother.
" he is the only person who has ever remotely tried to understand how i feel" i said " that's who he is" she looked at me like her worst fears had been realized in that moment. I backed away from her and got into the car. Ryan followed suit and my mother just glared at the car as it drove away. I took a deep breath. I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder.
"what the fuck is wrong with you troy?!" he asked enraged. I hadn't realized he would be this angry with me. " what possessed you to hit him, have you learned nothing" i could see the tears welling up in his eyes.
" you don't know what he said" i defended.
" it doesn't matter what he said" Ryan said frustrated. " people are going to say things that make you angry you cant just hit them, that's your family troy, you might have broken his jaw , i thought you where past this"
"OKAY!" i yelled. I didn't need this not from Ryan now now. He was supposed to be on my side not theirs, he was my family not them. " i thought you where different" i heard Ryan's breath catch. He stopped the car on the side of the street well away from my house.
" don't you fucking dare" he said. I turned to him, " don't you dare sit here and act like I'm jumping ship on you troy, i fucking love you and you know it, I'm just..." a tear escaped from his eye and rolled down his cheek. " i don't want to lose you" i scrunched my eyebrows, the idea seemed stupid at first then it dawned on me. He was afraid i was going to get re admitted to the hospital.
" I'm not going anywhere Ryan" i said " neither of us is, I'm sorry for hitting him, it was stupid"
Ryan started the car staying silent until we reached chasers. It was to early to start working so we just ordered the food we didn't get to eat at my house. I wondered if Greg was okay, if his jaw truly was broken or if i had just knocked out a tooth. I wondered if Shawn would tell his parents the truth or if he would cower in fear of his twin brother.
It was around four thirty that Naomi showed up. " hey guys" she said. She had lightend up significantly since we had told her i would be going to new york with ryan. It was my way of telling her to back off and i think she got the hint. She still didn't know we where together. The only reason josh even knew was because he had become an attachment of Sharpay. " troy you looked raddled" . Leave it to Naomi to bring that up.
" its nothing" i said. She shrugged and passed us on her way to the back. We sat there in silence for a few miniatures. I wondered what was going on in his head. He looked at me and i could tell he was restraining from touching me.
" so what, did he call me a fag or something?" he asked. I nodded, but he hadn't just called me him a fag, he had called me a fag as well. It was the first time anyone had ever said it to me and it was the first time i realized how much it hurt to hear.
" called me a fag" i said looking down at my plate.
" oh" he said. " i never thought... i mean , i never thought anyone would"
" well why not?" he asked " why is it so hard to believe i mean I'm gay" it felt weird saying it, i had never said it out loud the words scared me i knew how i felt about Ryan was real and i thought about it all the time but to say it. It felt final, and i wasn't upset about it. It was bitter sweet, i could be who i wanted to be but my life would change forever. " I'm gay, and i just got my first taste of what life is like when you are"
" i keep forgetting how new you are to the whole gay thing" he said "it never gets easy, you pretend to not let it hurt you, but it always does"
" it always hurts" i said. And i meant it, not just with words like fag but anytime someone is mean or spiteful. We all pretend to let it not bother us but it does. " i just want to get out of this place" i could feel my tears welling up and had to close my eyes, i couldn't cry not when i had to bus in about twenty minutes. Ryan held my hand under the table.
" one week" he said " one week and we will leave Albuquerque behind for good" i nodded and we sat in silence until i had to leave him and get to work. " I'll be back at mid night to pick you up, you can stay over if you want"
" okay" i said with a smile. He left and i got to work in a somber mood. I had nothing but my thoughts as distraction and noticed Naomi looking over at me all night. It was around 8 that she decided to say something.
" what is wrong with you tonight?" she asked pouring two shots of amaretto and sliding one down the bar to me.
" i just cant wait to leave Albuquerque." i said taking the shot. It was sweet but i felt i needed something sweet to wake me up. She sighed and waked down towards me.
" family again?" she asked. I nodded.
" i know that feeling" she said. " don't worry, you will love new york" i smiled at the thought. Later that night as it was getting busy Taylor walked into the bar with Tally and the two sat at the bar.
" hey troy" she said siting down on a stool. " lets start with two shots of tequila and a vodka soda."
i rolled my eyes. " you know i cant serve you Taylor" i said continuing to clean glasses. She moved down the bar towards Naomi and ordered her drinks. I noticed Micky walk in and go towards a group at the pool tables.
" troy Lynn called in so could you do food orders tonight?" i sighed. I hated taking orders but i guess i didn't have a choice. I nodded and grabbed a pen and pad. Naomi had taken advantage of this since she found out i had waited tables at Ryan's country club the a few summers ago.
The bar was getting more and more busy as the night went on and groups of girls where ordering shots left and right always begging me to take one with them. The owner veronica came into the bar and greeted all of us. " Naomi make sure you aren't over pouring sweetheart, and troy i talked to my friend in new york, she runs a bar called boys, i think you will like it she said you can come by whenever you are situated and she will give you a job" i smiled.
" really?" i asked.
" yeah, most likely you will be greeting because you are only 19 after all, but lots of boys use it as a way to get them self's threw school up there, and for a guy like you i can imagine you wont have a hard time of staying well paid"
" what is that supposed to mean?" i asked confused.
" don't worry honey you will see" she said " and if you are taking orders tonight i don't want you bringing the alcohol, let Naomi and the others take care of that, you just go to the kitchen okay, i don't need a lawsuit"
" got it" she left soon after that, after having a few more words with Naomi. I made way way to the pool tables. Mick was acing like a fool and a group of surrounding girls laughed. I rolled my eyes.
" hi can we get another pitcher?" one of the girls said clearly buzzed. " and hot wings , yeah hot wings" i laughed jotting it down. Micky sat against the pool table watching me.
" yeah and shots" he said " bring some shots" i wanted to tell him to pay his rent but i just ignored him. I knew what he wanted it was what he always wanted. I made my way to the bar.
" Naomi, another pitcher of miller light and four shots of vodka at the pool table" i said she nodded the affirmative and i headed to the kitchen to put in the order of chicken wings. The night continued like that, i was beginning to get a little drunk with all of the shots i was taking but when i was drunk i felt the work was easy.
" you know , you are good at waiting tables" she said " we get good tips, like a group of girls tipped you a lot, pay out for you is going to be good tonight"
" i get tips?" i asked
" you are the one bringing them in troy" she said. I guess it made sense but i knew it was only because they thought by the end of the night i might sleep with them. I had came to that conclusion the first time i got a number from a girl.
" do you know anything about this place in new york?" i asked. "boys?"
her eyes widened a Little and then she smirked. " i can tell you its a place that you will fit right into" she said. I laughed, that was vague but i guess i would just have to find out when i got there. There was an odd vibe in the bar at that point. I dont know what it was but it was just a feeling and just as i was starting to feel it. I heard the shot. It was a gun shot for sure people scrambled to the door . There was a loud scream and then there was another gunshot .
I looked to Naomi who was pale as a ghost. The gun fired again and like a domino effect people began to drop to the floor to shelter themselves from the gun fire. " Jesus Christ" i said breathing heavily. There where screams. I knew Taylor was in the bar somewhere and i couldn't stop thinking of her. I heard the squeak of sneakers against the concrete floor at least four people, and then the door to the bar slammed open and like that the bar was silent.
" i could here the crying of someone across the bar but didn't move. Naomi's back was against the back of the bar, tears stained black down her eyes. Neither of us wanted to move but we knew we had to. I got into a crouching position. "no" Naomi breathed. I held a hand motioning for her to stay. She shook slightly and sat down with her legs out in front of her. I hard a scream.
" oh my god" someone said loudly. I came out from behind the bar and scanned the bar for Taylor, i spotted her standing at then other end of the bar. I looked towards the pool table and saw a leg sticking out from behind it. I walked over slowly. I could hear the weeping and saw tally hovered over Micky she was the one who screamed, she was the one who was crying. And it was Micky who lay shot to death on the ground.
A/N: okay so just when things couldn't get worse right? This is i regret to say the beginning of the end for this story, there is only one more post left, but i can assure you it is long, longer than any other i have posted so far and it will wrap up the story but also leaves it wide open for the sequel that i have planned but that sounds to me like a summer project so next Tuesday/Wednesday you will find out the fate of the boys after this tragedy and we will touch base with both Taylor and Sharpay one last time as well. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and hey don't be afraid to tell me what you think!