Mar 21, 2008 22:18
Ever since Chad had told him he should watch Ryan play baseball, Troy had been unable to get Ryan out of his head. He had never really taken much notice of Ryan before; he was always just there, following his sister around like a poodle. But now the poodle was a sportsman and that was something Troy could relate to. He was sure he must have seen Ryan playing sports at some point, but even thinking back to their phys ed classes he couldn’t conjure up an image of Ryan wearing gym kit. Did the drama club get special dispensation to avoid sport? He wouldn’t put it past Miss Darbus to have arranged something like that. Ryan must have a good body from all that dance though, right? Physique! Not body. Sporting physique. Manly sporting physique. He should get Chad to invite Ryan to practice, check him out. You know, see what he could do, size up the competition, check out his ass. Woah… where did that thought come from? The heat must be getting to him, frying his brain.
“Hey stud!” Troy jumped as Gabriella appeared next to him and interrupted his thoughts. “Are you okay? You look sorta flushed.”
“Yeah… I’m fine” he stammered. “Was just thinking.”
“We’re supposed to be meeting the guys for lunch. Ryan’s coming too, remember? Sharpay’s at some kind of spa day with the Sharpettes so he’s a free man.”
Troy groaned inwardly. He was doomed.
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