High School Musical 3 Senior Year: Troy Bolton x Reader

CHAPTER 9

TROY STUMBLES INTO HIS ROOM at 11:00 p.m. Rehearsal ended later than planned due to the fact that everything and everyone is messed up. Y/N's absence has left the play and its participants in a disarray.

"Hey." Coach Bolton walks into Troy's room as his son falls onto his bed, exhausted.

"Hey."

"It's late."

"Yeah."

"Hear from Y/N?" Coach asks curiously, causing Troy to smile.

"Yeah. She's knee-deep in geniuses out there." Troy says, recalling their phone call this morning. "Believe it or not, she says the food's better at East High."

"Yeah. Oh, yeah. She still coming down for prom?"

"Yeah." Troy nods, excited.

"How's that big show going?"

"You don't want to know."

"When were you going to tell me about this?" Coach Bolton pulls out the Juilliard pamphlet, Ms. Darbus gave him. "Juilliard."

Troy shrugs. "There's nothing to tell."

"Maybe there is. I heard you're talking to other schools. I mean, is this serious?"

"U of A isn't the only school that's talked to me. You know that."

"But it's the only school we talked about." Coach exclaims, "Chad would be disappointed if you changed your mind."

"No, Chad would get over it." Troy retorts, standing up from his bed. "Would you?"

"We've been going to U of A games since you were a little kid. You talked about wearing a Redhawks uniform."

"But I'm not a little kid anymore. You raised me to make my own choices and I need to make them. Not you or Chad or anybody else. Me." Fed up, Troy walks past his father and out the door, heading to his truck. Troy's dad calls after him.

"Hey. Troy, come on. Troy!"

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Pulling into the school parking lot, Troy gets out of his truck, slamming the door close before entering the unlock door. He walks straight towards the locker rooms, stopping at the bay containing his. He pulls it open, staring at his jersey hanging in the locker. Taking off his hoodie, Troy throws on his jersey, before slamming the locker door shut.

"The day a door is closed
The echoes fill your soul
They won't say which way to go
Just trust your heart
To find what you're here for
Open another door
But I'm not sure anymore
It's just so hard." Troy stands in the gym, looking around. He pauses as he looks at his and Chad's jersey's hanging from the ceiling. He holds his head as he imagines basketballs falling from the ceiling around him.

"Voices in my head
Tell me they know best
Got me on the edge
They're pushing, pushing
They're pushing
I know they've got a plan
But the ball's in my hands
This time it's man to man
I'm driving, fighting inside a
World that's upside down
And spinning faster.

"What do I do now without you
I don't know where to go
What's the right team?
I want my own thing
So bad I'm going to scream
I can't choose, so confused
What's it all mean?
I want my own dream
So bad I'm going to scream.

"I'm kicking down the walls
I've gotta make 'em fall
Just break through 'em all
I'm punching, crashing
I'm gonna fight to find
myself, me and no one else
Which way, I can't tell
I'm searching, searching
Can't find the way that I should turn
I should turn right or left
It's like nothing works without you.