Title: Life is hard when you're gay

Summary: Troy discovers the consequences of coming out and struggles to cope with life but Ryan is there beside him whenever things get too bad. Tryan

Pairing: Troy x Ryan

Rating: 'M' for Swearing, Sex, Alcohol and Drug Abuse and Self Harming

Author's Notes: Well people said that they wanted a sequel so here it is. Updates for this will probably be short because I have to plan it because I wasn't expecting to do a sequel but I had the idea for all those who read my story and told me how good it was. I wasn't planning this till after Christmas but I thought I would start it before as a Christmas present to all of you, so read and enjoy and don't forget to review.

THIS IS THE SEQUEL TO CONFESSIONS OF A TEENAGE PLAYMAKER. PLEASE READ THAT BEFORE THIS SO YOU KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING.

Prologue

Ryan P.O.V

"I am so sorry for all the hurt and the pain that I have caused you and I ask you to take me back. Please" the look that is in his eyes is the look of love and I know that he wouldn't do all this if he didn't love me. I can't resist him. I have to say yes

"Yes Troy I do forgive you"

He pulls me into a hug and I can hear him crying. I hug him back and smile. I can't believe that this is happening. It feels like a dream. I have never been happier and I don't care about what happens in the future. As long as we have each other we can get through this.

He pulls back and looks at me smiling "I love you Ryan Evans"

"I love you to Troy Bolton" I manage to say before he pushes his lips up against mine and kisses me. We ignore the "Eww's" and screams that were coming from the audience; all that cared was me and Troy. We deepened the kiss and stayed like that for what seemed like hours.

I couldn't believe it Troy had actually kissed me in front of the entire body of East High. I didn't care what people were saying I just kissed him like nothing or no one was around us. The world was ours and nothing could stop that

"Troy what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Well that could. It was Jack Bolton, Troy's dad and the East High Basketball team coach. He had left his seat and was making his way towards Troy. I pulled away and whimpered behind Troy. I could see that his father was extremely pissed off and his fist was clenched.

He walked upto Troy and grabbed him by the shoulders "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I love him dad" Troy whispered. He was scared. I could tell. I could hear it in his voice and I hated it. I didn't want Troy to be scared because it hurt me. This was all my fault.

"You are not a fucking fag Troy, what has he done to you?" I couldn't believe that Coach Bolton was accusing me of doing this to Troy. I wish I was stronger for Troy I really could. But I'm not and it makes me ashamed.

"Yes I am gay dad, deal with it" Troy snapped pushing his father off him. I looked around and saw that everyone was staring. Why did this have to happen now? In front of all these people?

"Get home. NOW" he growled. Troy grabbed my hand and left the gym. When he was outside the gym he cried. I held him tight in my arms "Troy I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry" I could feel his body grinding against mine as he wanted to be closer to me, and I didn't mind.

"It's not your fault Ry. Don't blame yourself" but I do blame myself. I blame myself for everything that has just happened. I know that I shouldn't but I cannot help it. He pulls back from me slightly and looks at me, his eyes all red and puffy from the crying.

"I love you so much Ry"

"I love you too Troy. Always" that made him smile, which made me smile. I love Troy smiling I find nothing happier than seeing my boyfriend happy.

"I better go home. I'll call you later" he was shaking. I was dreading what would happen when he got home. I wish that I could go home with him, but that would just make things worse than they already are and I don't want that to happen.

I just nodded the reply. He gave me a quick kiss and then made his way back to the car. I watched him with tears forming. I was so scared about what happened. I needed to do something about this. I couldn't let him take all the hurt and the pain.

I heard the car spin away and made my way back to my own car. I opened up the glove compartment (though I don't keep gloves there) and saw something glistening in the sun.

I picked it up and lifted up my sleeve. I had stopped this the other week. Troy had made me promise to stop saying that it wasn't the way to go, but I couldn't stand the hurt and the pain that he was having. This would make things better. I lifted the blade upto my wrist and sliced it across.