OCEAN EYES ☾ { TROY BOLTON }

15 ~ 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 & 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜

"𝑆𝑂𝑀𝐸𝑂𝑁𝐸 planning on filling that space beside you anytime soon?"

The voice that resonated around her ears sounded distinctly male, yet the base of it seemed to level a tad pitched. Pitched and even though voicing a simple question, the evermore, underlying cheerfulness of it Hayden knew to be associated with only one spiritedly flamboyant individual. But it was an individual, nevertheless, that surprised her greatly to voluntarily want to be in the same capacity as her, let alone ask to fill in the narrow distance to the right of her given their latest entangled affairs.

Ryan Evans, of all people, stood a few inches away from the empty side of the bench Hayden had been sitting on. One of his long fingers indicated down to the sort of vacated spot beside her, her bag taking up more than half of the gap that was left on top of the chipped wood, while he waited silently for the girl to acknowledge his unexpected appearance.

"Soon is the question," She looked up, right away going to shield a hand over her eyes as both the sun and the boy's bright outfit caused a momentary blinding brightness to cover her line of vision. Hayden took no time in distastefully eying the contrast between the bright blue bedazzled slacks and white short-sleeved button-up shirt covered in flaming pink flamingos he wore. She then grimaced, not bothering to hide the opposing expression that was quick to overtake her upturned features. "You always wear crazy shit like that?"

Much to her surprise, Ryan let out a chuckle, completely unbothered by her not at all subtle insult of his choice of clothing. He then switched his footing, not yet making a move to sit since an insured invitation to do so had yet to be granted.

"Switch that crazy to dazzling and you've practically hit the nail on the head." He laughed once more, once more by himself, before quickly clearing his throat and gesturing another time down to the bench. "So, uh, about that seat?"

Hayden let out a slow breath, not just yet trusting her gut to move the fabric out of the way because, well, the situation was just outright strange. Too many suspicious and unsettled feelings hovered about her head.

Why was the guy whose twin sister she just up and brazenly punched square in the face asking to sit down beside her, out of all the other well open and unoccupied places there was to sit in the relatively spacious courtyard—or school, even? Shouldn't he have been doing the exact opposite and steering clear of her very unpredictable presence like a sane person instead of actively seeking for it?

Besides, Ryan and Sharpay were practically glued on one another's hip, constantly following the other around as though they were physically unable to be without a single mile of each other. Or, more precisely, Ryan always followed Sharpay around. Like he didn't have a single constructive thought in his head or mind of his own to get anything done without the guidance or control of his sister.

If the Zara hadn't known the two to be siblings, the prediction of the blonde's to be in some kind of female-dominated relationship would've been her first impression of the Evan relatives.

"What's it to you," Hayden finally spoke, head cocking ever so slightly to the side in what she hoped came off as an intimidating manner. "Why sit next to the apparent, violently impulsive girl, who socked your two-faced of a sister in the face just days ago?"

The fact that she'd just openly talked bad about his own flesh and blood right in front of him didn't faze Hayden in the slightest. Having a sister as terrible as he did, there was no doubt Ryan hadn't heard that kind of stuff on the daily. Whether it whispered through the halls or just plainly outspoken to him by another brave person, the boy shouldn't have by any means been new to the displeasing talk of his twin.