west high knights || troy bolton [au]

three ☆ just chatting

"oh, mr. bolton you flatter me too much," i chuckled at him as he did the same. i held on to the bars holding up the border of the outside of the treehouse and asked him, "can i join you?"

"yeah, totally!" he grinned at me and patted on the area to the left of him. i lifted my legs to the floor and walked over next to him before i reached my hands behind me and smoothed down my cheerleading skirt to sit.

i felt his warmth from beside me and our arms brushed against each other for a little bit as i moved mine to rest my hands on my lap. "so tell me troy, what's got you all alone up here?" i turned to look at him as he had his head down looking into the crowd.

he turned his head to glance at me with a brief smile and let out a small sigh before he answered, "just pressure about college. my dad invited the basketball coach from U of A and he's literally already telling him my sizes for the uniform. and going to U of A was all that we talked about ever since i started playing because it's my dad's dream to end up at his alma mater."

"but it's not your dream," i finished for him.

"yeah," he brushed off his jeans as if he had dirt on them and sighed again.

"damn, bolton. that's a lot," i placed my hands behind me and put my body weight on top them as i leaned back and looked at the back of his head.

he turned his body around to look at me and leaned his back on one of the wooden posts with his legs out next to my arms. "yeah, sorry if i rambled and said too much." he shyly looked down and rubbed the back of his neck before joining his two hands together again on his lap.

"no, it's no problem!" i grinned at him, "it seemed like you needed to get some stuff of your chest and i am willing to be that person to listen to you." i offered him a soft smile when our eyes met and he returned one with a quiet "thanks" falling from his lips.

"to be honest, bolton, i thought it would've been some girl trouble and not knowing which girl out of dozens to pick to bless with your presence for the rest of your senior year," i cheekily spoke to him and pushed one of his legs that was beside me.

"well," he started to say.

"oh my gosh. troy bolton, you player!" i jokingly gasped at him. "i knew you played basketball, but i didn't know you played girls!"

"no, no," he tried to redeem and explain himself by sitting up straighter. "it's just this one girl. we broke up this past summer and agreed to be friends but i don't know if that's all that i want to be." he met my eyes and i felt the desperation and confusion radiating off of him and i nodded my head for him to continue. "without her by my side as she was before is different and i feel more lonely and empty that way. she's a sweet girl and she changed me, so maybe it's just some adjusting that i need? but i was and i think i still am in love with her. ever since we got back to school she's has tried to make a few advances towards me, but i don't know if i should take her back."

"that's also quite a lot," i sighed along with him.

"yeah," he looked down again but this time he placed his head in his hand with his elbow resting on his now raised knee.

i looked at him trying to find the words that i could use to help comfort him as i placed my hand on his leg that was still laid out. but my attention slipped away from the boy in front of me as i felt as if someone was boring their eyes into me.

i glanced down into the crowd with scattered groups of people across the green lawn until my eyes landed on two girls whispering to each other. the girls looked between each other and me while wildly conversing. one with short hair and a red outfit spoke aggressively and sharply to the girl beside her who had long hair that had white clips that matched her white dress. as soon as my eyes met with the girl with the dress her eyes cowered away to her left. but when i looked over to the other female her eyes stayed locked with mine while she had a scowl on her face. i raised my eyebrows in a questioning manner towards her and watched her cross her arms and jut her head up to me in a threatening way.