Hey, this is my first ever High School Musical fanfic, so please be nice?  It's slash (nothing but slash with me I'm affraid)

Warnings; there WILL be homophobic views, and abuse.

Thanks to Georgia for reading through it for me :) x

Troy woke up in a bad mood. He knew it was stupid, he was being stupid. Two weeks wasn't a long time, fourteen days would pass no quicker then fourteen days would pass if she were here with him. She was only one thousand and seventy three miles away visiting relatives, yet he couldn't help but feel as though they were worlds apart. He got dressed slowly, school was going to be harder without her there. It was rare that they were seen without each other and he knew people were going to ask where she was, if he'd heard from her and if he was okay without her. His dad was waiting for him, every so often he would shout up to him to hurry up. He walked downstairs ten minutes later than he normally would have done. He smiled at his dad with no enthusiasm but his dad didn't question it, he understood.

He parted from his dad with a small smile and a wave, his dad hadn't questioned him and he knew he was lucky to have a father who seemed to understand when silence was needed instead of father and son bonding. He walked to home room, his feet dragging on the polished floor. Ms Darbus ridiculed him for being late, giving him a detention. He silently glared at his teacher and sat at the back. Chad turned around and smiled sympathetically at him, his basket ball being palmed in his hand.

The door opened again, and Ryan walked in. The class looked up at him, and it was as though the whole classes mouths fell open in synch as they saw the purple bruise forming over his right eye. "Late, as well Mr Evans." If Mrs Darbus noticed the black eye, she didn't say anything. "Detention." Ryan didn't moan or make a scene, he slid into his seat silently and stared at the bored.

Once Mrs Darbus had finished giving out notices, she allowed the class to fill with chatter. Sharpay looked over at Ryan and sighed. "You could have at least covered it," She smiled sheepishly. Her twin brother looked at her and shrugged. "Does it hurt?" He nodded and she smiled at him again. "It's too late for me to cover it up, they've seen it now." Ryan just shrugged miserably.

The bell rang ten minutes later, and Sharpay pushed herself out of the class with a smile. Ryan following slowly behind. "Ryan!" He stopped in his tracks when his name was called, he knew it was going to be one of the jocks asking about his eye, but he was surprised when he realised it was Troy. Even though he was a jock, he was different to the rest, nice even.

"Yeah?" Ryan asked, though he knew exactly what Troy was going to ask him. Troy looked at him sceptically and they started to walk to their first class together, it was maths and both boys hated it secretly.

"What happened, man?" Troy asked. Ryan knew that question was going to be asked a lot today, though he doubted any one was going to ask with as much kindness as Troy had. He knew better to think any thing on it, Troy was just a nice guy.

"I..." He hadn't thought this part through. He knew he couldn't tell the truth. "Got mugged." he finished lamely, some how he knew Troy had seen through it.

"Right." The basketball player said slowly. Ryan subconsciously pulled down his hat hoping for it to cover his eye, but when Troy gave him that small smile he knew it hadn't worked. "It doesn't look that bad."

"Yeah, just feels a hundred times worse." Ryan commented sadly.

Troy didn't say anything else as they walked to the class. The door was open and Ryan went to sit at his seat by the window, he sat alone and Troy wasn't too sure what possessed him to go and sit next to him. "Do you mind?" He asked casually.

"No, sure go for it." Ryan smiled.

"Maybe we could be miserable together." Troy laughed as he sat down.

"Yeah I heard Gabriella's away for two weeks, that's tough man." Ryan said, though he wasn't too sure what to say.

"I suppose I should get used to it I guess." Troy thought out loud, when Ryan gave him a questioning look he started to talk again, "College next year."

"Oh right, yeah. It's weird a year ago the future seemed so far away, now it's coming at us fast." Troy was surprised at Ryan's comment. He had always assumed that the drama major had everything in his life set for him, he probably guessed a lot of people thought the same about him.

Troy wanted to continue talking to Ryan; it was weird, even though they had talked before it wasn't about meaningful things like their future, normally it was about musicals and dance routines which was weird enough for Troy, but this felt comfortable. So when their teacher Mr Jackson stood at the front and started the lesson he felt disappointed that they had to stop talking for the time being.

The hour and a half lesson seemed to drag, and Troy couldn't help but notice how close Ryan was next to him. It was a normal distance away but he could feel his presence as though he was touching him. He wished he was touching him. He shook his head, he didn't understand what was going on in his mind. Ryan cursed under his breath and Troy looked over at him. Mr Jackson had just given out the results of last weeks pop quiz, one that was going on their report cards. Troy looked at his own and smiled, another B+, he glanced over at Ryans' and stared at the angry F on the page in horrible red ink.

"Congrats," Ryan smiled at Troy.

"You know if you want, I could help you out with the work." Troy suggested. At first Ryan just stared at him blankly. "I mean, if you wanted..."

"I do, thanks. That would actually be really good." Ryan smiled nervously. "But haven't you got anything better to do?"

"Nope." Troy flashed Ryan one of his brilliant smiles that made every girl at East High melt, it had a similar affect on Ryan. "Are you busy after school?"

"I have drama club, but that finishes at five." Ryan replied.

"Well I'll meet you in the library at five then." Troy grinned. "I'll hit the gym for an extra hour."

"Thanks." Ryan smiled.

The bell chimed loudly throughout the class and the students left the class talking excitedly to each other. Sharpay was waiting outside the door after spending a free period in the drama room. She looked a little startled to see Ryan and Troy talking to each other. "Ryan!" She said sharply. Troy wondered if she had any other tone.

"Oh hey, Shar." Ryan smiled.

"We have to go practice." Sharpay stated. "Hey, Troy."

"Hey. I'll catch you later Ryan." Troy laughed and walked away.

"You and the play maker?" Sharpay laughed. "Like that would ever happen." Ryan sighed, and followed her through the hallways and down the stairs to the drama room.

Review please and let me know if I should write some more x