OCEAN EYES ☾ { TROY BOLTON }

8 ~ 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 & 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜

𝐼𝑇 is scientifically proven that Mondays are generally considered to be the one weekday most people tend to forget the events of. The day itself bringing the void that is bitterness to many folks, simply because it is the start of yet another foreseen, tedious week.

Not to mention, those events—whether wildly or lazily endured during the weekend—continuously looped in their minds as a vexatious reminder that it was time to get back to the real world which for some reason, seemed to exclusively preach the vitalness that was attending school and work.

Whatever scientist came up with that notion had to have been terribly mistaken; for the Monday that Hayden lived and breathed through would surely be a time that remained with her for the rest of her days.

Between the happenings of being informed that she'd been involuntarily entered in the SkillsUSA competition, to almost embarrassing herself under the enigma that'd been Troy Bolton massaging her foot and ending up getting all hot and bothered—more like wet and bothered, and completely making a fool of herself wasn't likely to go away anytime soon.

Not excluding the case of yet again, unwillingly being signed up for an involvement she never gave consent for, which in this case, happened to be the Winter Musical she still had no idea what was about.

She and Troy barely exchanged any words after the occurrence, as they were both too and still stunned by Ms. D's words of them having a callback. The pair didn't even know they were auditioning, let alone of her sly presence behind the walls of the auditorium. They believed themselves to be alone and out of range from all eyes and ears.

If Troy had known that they weren't alone, he wouldn't have even given Kelsi's proposition a second thought before sticking to his original answer of saying no.

No one was supposed to be there—no one. They were just supposed to have some harmless fun and sing; no strings were meant to attach themselves.

Hayden honestly believed Troy to be upset with her given those few words said between them. She was the one who pushed him to sing in the first place, therefore granting him every right to have some sort of animosity towards her. He didn't even want to partake in the action to begin with. He said no and Hayden shouldn't have ignored his response just because of her desire to hear his voice again.

She was being selfish and should have respected his answer and moved on about her day. She now knew that, and solemnly regretted even opening her mouth.

Later that night when home, the brunette just couldn't turn her thoughts to anything else no matter how hard she tried. Watching television had been one of the few methods she used. She'd tried settling into the comfort of her bed and watching one of her favorite Nickelodeon shows, Zoey 101—but that didn't work, as she instantly became consumed in the very thoughts once a commercial break came on.

Another approach she attempted was to distract herself by cooking. The activity always put her stress and mind at ease anyhow being that whenever she cooked, all of her concentration and thoughts were on the dish being made—most of the time, at least.

That tactic, however, proved to be an epic fail as well. While she succeeded in completing the cranberry zucchini wedges, her mind, as soon as she was finished, automatically went to her promise to Troy about making him a burger, which on the subject of him, made the reflection of the audition thing come up once more.

Hayden just couldn't escape the assiduous thoughts for the life of her.

The last resort she had was to take a nap. They did solve a majority of her problems after all. With her body in a composed, imperceptible state, she wouldn't be able to control what she dreamed about; her mind would just put together fantasized and oftentimes, bizarre dreams that made no sense.