Take On Me

High School Musical

caution: contains spanking

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Troy Bolton wiggled nervously in the corner of the locker room as he heard his teammates leaving for the day.  He knew what was going to happen once everyone was gone, and it was hard not to try to stop them. But his teammates didn't want to risk the Coach's wrath. Troy could feel the sympathy as they slunk past the office quickly and quietly, trying to not to catch any unnecessary attention. It was one of the general rules of the Wildcats. When one of them was in trouble, you can band together in solidarity, and expect the same punishment, or leave and support your brothers by not being there. More often than not, the latter was chosen. 

He leaned forward slightly so he could place his head on the cool wall for a second. It had been warm in the detention, but now he was sweating from the fifty laps he had to run with his best friend, Chad Danforth. It was bad enough to know you were about to get your ass beat, but add in the need for a gallon of water, and a serious shower, it felt like misery waiting for your punishment. But that's what happens when the universe is out to get you.

He still could barely believe that the girl he had met during New Year's Eve was at his school. In East High. Troy had honestly thought he would never see her again, but his heart had done a triple flip when he caught a glimpse in homeroom. It had been worth pulling out his cellphone, just to see the smile on her face as she recognized him. She was so beautiful, but it was more than that. It was the feeling that he got whenever he was around her. Like wanting to jump up on stage, and sing another karaoke duet with her, or grab her hand, or maybe even...kiss her, just to see that cute smile again.

Her eyes twinkle when she's surprised.

It felt like Troy had been lost in a happy daydream that whole day up until detention. He was trading smiles with Gabriella, trying to gather up his damn courage to go speak to her, when Mrs. Darbus begun her speech on the "evil of cellphones". It was ridiculous of course, but he tried to look busy, until he realized that Chad had dozed off. Then it went downhill from there. There was no hiding his embarrassment when his father stormed in, and demanded that Troy and Chad were to be released for practice. But after that, it felt like being dunked in a bucket of ice water, reality sinking in fast. He had been issued with detention which meant he wouldn't be sitting comfortably for a least a day. Add in the little fact that the Coach was actually his father, Jack Bolton, and make it not sitting comfortably for two days.

  Which is how Troy found himself in the "disciplinary corner". It was the side of the room that had less view from the main hall of the locker, which was on purpose. His father didn't find the need to humiliate his players, and it was expected that there was no teasing about being in trouble, or you would find yourself in the same position. Usually, someone acted out in practice, or something happened earlier in the day, he would do his best to quickly shower and leave as soon as possible, not wanting to add any extra stress to his dad, or teammate. 

Across the room, his best friend, Chad Danforth shifted uncomfortably in his corner. Troy felt a twinge of guilt. If he hadn't called Gabriella, neither of them would be there, facing disciplinary action from his dad. 

Again.

"Do either of you boys want to tell me what you were thinking?" His father finally asked.

This was permission to turn around from their respective corners. Troy traded a guilty look with Chad as they both faced their coach.

"So when the team told me you both got detention, I could hardly believe it." Coach Bolton stood up, and walked around to the corner of his desk that was facing the boys, and half sat, crossing his arms over chest. "I thought, no way. No way that two of the best players on the team would get detention the first day of the new semester. Especially with the championship game in two weeks." On the last part, his eyes went straight to Troy, giving him such a hard look that his son looked to the floor, swallowing quietly.