High School is Not a Disney Movie

A High School Musical Fanfiction

Chapter 1: Troy's Night

Disclaimer: The Mouse owns High School Musical and the characters within. I'm just borrowing them for awhile. I promise I'll put them back when I'm finished.

Summary: In real life, no one's perfect, not even Troy Bolton. When presented with something he really wants, even though he knows it's wrong, will he be able to say no?

Pairing: TroyPay, of course.

Time frame: Their senior year, around November.

"Come on, man. Go for it!", Chad urged thickly, his eyelids at half mast as he peered at Troy through his tequila and beer induced fog. "Whaja waitin' for, an invitation to the prom?"

Sharpay Evans, sprawled on the mattress, clad only in bra and panties, was in a similar state of inebriation. She looked up at them, giggling as if Chad had said something wildly amusing.

Troy hung back, unsure, but not wanting to appear uncool.

"Fuck you, man. Look at her; she's wasted."

"Don't mean she don't want it."

She was lying on his own bed, in his own room, littered with the trapping of the typical teenage boy -- sports trophies on the shelves, sports posters on the walls, and dirty clothes strewn about on the floor. Chad nudged her with the scuffed toe of his trainer.

"You want it, don't ja, ice princess?"

She mumbled something unintelligible and he returned his bleary-eyed gaze to Troy.

"See? What'd I tell ya?"

Troy wanted to say the party was over as far as he was concerned. He wanted them all to leave his house, but he thought it would make him look like a wuss. He was supposed to be the leader of these guys; they were his posse. Troy settled for a contemptuous snort instead, adopting the pose of someone who was above such sophomoric stunts.

The evening had started out fun. It was his birthday, his eighteenth birthday. And his parents had agreed to let him have a party at his house without any parental interference or supervision, as they called it. He was a little bummed because Gabriella was out of town with her mother, but Chad promised it was still going to be a fucktastic night. And it was ... until Chad had proposed a game of strip poker -- the penalty was a shooter for each item of clothing lost during the game. Chad, Jason and Zeke had only gotten drunk while keeping most of their clothes on. While Chad's girlfriend, Taylor, had ended up passed out, half naked on the living room floor. Most of the others had drifted off, one by one -- all except her, Sharpay Evans.

Troy, who'd consumed his share of alcohol, stood swaying on his feet, bare-chested, wearing only his jeans, as he thought about the best way of get out of this sticky situation. He gazed down at Sharpay who peaked up at him kittenishly through the blond hair tangled about her face. He felt a sudden tug of desire that left him sickened.

"Hey man, you're the team captain -- our playmaker. Don't let us down, man", Jason urged. He was standing next to Chad, looking down at Sharpay with his mouth hanging open.

"Yeah, dude. You're not a faggot, are you?", Zeke asked. Zeke had become a real hanger-on since Sharpay turned him down at the end of the last school year. Now he seemed to shine only in the shadow of Chad. Zeke was looking at Chad now, seeking his approval. "Yeah, I bet he likes it up the ass, don't cha, Troy?" He nudged Chad with his elbow and cackled drunkenly at his own joke.

"Shut the fuck up, moron", Chad snapped at him.

Zeke's innocent face went slack with a hurt expression that was almost comical, exaggerated as it was by a combination of stupidity and alcohol.

Chad turned his attention back to Troy, slinging an arm around his shoulder and leaning in to mutter, "Dude, you don't want people thinking you're some kinda pussy. That wouldn't be cool, would it? Gabi's not here, man. And besides you're not gettin' any from her anyway, are you? Now do your team proud; we're countin' on you." He drew down to wink slyly at Troy as if they were in on some private joke.

"Fuck you", growled Troy, only he was grinning as he said it so as not to confirm his own growing suspicion that he was indeed a pussy.

Chad leaned in close once more, advising in a low and noticeably less warm voice, "Yo, don't be trippin' on me, man. You're makin' me look bad here, being as this is my birthday present to you and all."

"You guys are full of shit", Troy said with a laugh, not wanted to jeopardize his failing standing with them. He still hadn't quite recovered from his nearly ostracized status from the summer at Lava Springs.

He shook his head in mock disgust and tried to push his way past Chad and Zeke. Before he knew it, Chad had him by the arm and was shoving him onto the bed, accompanied by hoots of laughter from Zeke and Jason. By the time Troy managed to scramble to his feet, the other boys were tumbling into the hallway.

The door slammed shut and the room was plunged into darkness. Troy could hear his friends muffled laughter and the sound of a heavy piece of furniture being pushed across the floor on the other side. He staggered over to the door, finding it wedged shut. He banged on it with his fist.

"Come on guys, open up. This isn't funny."

Behind him, Sharpay said with a drunken laugh, "What's the matter, Troy? You scared of the dark, big boy, like you?"

Troy's hand, which had been hovering over the light switch, dropped to his side. "I didn't say that."

"Come over here", she called.

After a moment's hesitation, Troy crossed the room and sat down on the bed, pulling his knees to chest.

"Where are we, anyway? Sorry, I'm a little fucked up at the moment, in case you didn't notice." She gave a soft giggle that turned into a hiccup.

"We're in my room, Sharpay", he said.

She squinted at him with one eye shut. "You're awfully cute when you're nervous. Hey? You're not really gay, are you?" She pushed herself up on her elbows and studied him.

"Don't listen to them. They're full of shit." Troy jerked a thumb in the direction of the door, behind which the cackles were fading from his friends who were moving back down the stairs. "Look, this wasn't exactly my idea", he said coldly. "So if I'm not in the mood to party, you'll have to excuse me."

"Whatever...", she let out a soft burp and flopped onto her back, peering up at him through a web of a tangled hair. "You know what? I always loved you, Troy Bolton."

She skimmed a bare foot along his blue jeaned thigh and he instantly felt himself go hard which only made him more pissed. He pushed her foot away.

"Don't do that."

"What?" She resumed her rubbing.

"What you're doing" He scooted away from her a few inches.

"What's the matter? You don't like me?" She put on a mock offended face.

"Sure, I do ... It's just..." Suddenly, Troy couldn't think why he was being this way. Maybe, Chad was right. Maybe, there was something the matter with him. He wasn't gay or anything, that much he knew. The throbbing in his groin testified to that. But there had to be something seriously fucked up with a guy who just sat there like a lump while a nearly naked girl played footsie with him, his dick about to pop the zipper on his jeans.

"What?", she prompted.

She ran her nails down his arm, nails painted in metallic pink that glittered in the moonlight streaming in through the slats in the blind, making him break out in goosebumps. This time, when he didn't pull away, she looped her arms around his neck and drew him down beside her. The next thing he knew, they were kissing. She tasted of stale beer, but for some reason that only excited him further.

He opened his mouth and let his tongue play over hers. He wondered if she could tell that he was a virgin. Was it possible to know a thing like that just from kissing someone? Would it make any difference to her if she did? Concerns, that sober would have left him paralyzed with anxiety, but that in his present drunken and aroused state, seemed as harmless as the IM chatter popping up on his computer. They kissed awhile longer before Troy was brave enough to work a finger past the elastic band of her panties. Timidly at first, stopping when he felt the wiry brush of her pubic hair against his fingertips.

But she didn't push his hand away, so he kept on going. She was wet. Oh, God. He felt as if he would come just from touching her down there. She unsnapped her bra and wiggled out of her panties. He brought his hand up and he could smell her on him and he thought this must be what it felt like to trip out on some drug. He cupped her breast, running his thumb over the nipple, which stiffened at once, sending a new bolt of pleasure coursing through him. He'd done that -- him.

Just then she murmured thickly, "Troy, oh yeah, baby, do it."

He froze for an instant. The part of him that was whispering that this might not be a good idea nearly getting the better of the other fired up Troy who had only one thing on his mind.

Fuck it, he thought. She wanted it. And did he want to die a virgin? Because Gabriella had already made it clear she wanted to wait until she got married.

With surprising speed for as drunk as he was, he shed his jeans, kicking them off and across the room. Naked, he stretched out alongside her, the room spinning as if the bed were a raft floating along with the current in a slow moving stream. They kissed some more and then her hand was on his dick, fingers curled around the shaft moving in slow delicious strokes. Oh God, if she didn't stop, he'd come. But he didn't want her to stop. He wanted this feeling to go on forever.

Once again, more feebly now, the voice of reason asserted itself, she's drunk; she doesn't know what she's doing. Better quit before this gets out of hand. But it was just static in his head which he quickly tuned out. And if he didn't happen to have a condom on him, it was probably alright. She hadn't said anything about it which meant she probably did whatever it was that girls did to take care of such matters. She clearly wasn't inexperienced.

He positioned himself at her entrance and tried to slide in, but missed. Sharpay reached down and, taking his cock in her hand, gently guided him in. As he entered her, she cried out, "Yeah, like that. Don't stop!"

It was all the encouragement he needed. One, two strokes and he was coming in a blinding rush. Moments later, he rolled away to find her passed out.

He shivered, but not from the cold. The dizzying high he'd been on had given way to shame. Sharpay. He'd known her forever, practically grown up with her. She was lying on her back, with her eyes closed and her jaw slack, her legs splayed limply apart, snoring lightly.

He kissed her gently on the lips and she stirred slightly in her sleep, muttering something, but she didn't wake. She was dead to the world. And what would he have said anyway? That he was sorry? For what? For fucking her when he knew it was wrong? For betraying his girlfriend? No, it was better this way. With any luck, by morning, she wouldn't remember a thing. It would be like it never happened.

TBC

Dipping in the dark side again, guys. Got this idea from seeing commercials for a reality show about high school on some network that we don't get. Anyway...

Please let me know what you think. And remember... in real life, no one's perfect and there are two sides to everything.