Once a Wildcat, always a Wildcat.

Troy Alexander Bolton is the King of East High but he's also the nicest and kindest guy on campus. He is the playmaker of the school's Varsity basketball team, and is idolized by everyone around him. He is the boyfriend of Gabriella Montez. He wouldn't change his life for anything; his values mean a lot to him, and the school as a whole made him popular.

The school considers Troy their King and the most popular guy for three reasons: 1) He was incredibly hot, 2) He was the best basketball player the school ever saw, and 3) The most important is that he is incredibly selfless. He doesn’t think he deserves the recognition he got, and he was always looking out for others. He never tolerated any type of bullying and always called bullies out on it when he knew it was happening, even if the entire student body was watching. Troy rules East High through charisma and general awesomeness rather than fear and manipulation. Now Troy's popularity has nothing to do with the fact he is the captain of the Wildcats or even being the hottest boy in East High. Troy's popular because he is also part of a program that prevents bullying and keeps students at East High safe from all physical and mental bullying. To the students of East High, Troy is the definition of goodness and heroism, and in turn, they constantly praise Troy and treat him with the utmost admiration and respect. Troy and his relationship with social outcasts transcends the school. He has nothing to gain from helping people with their social and love life. Troy is aware he's popular at East High but he never ever abuses his status to manipulate it to his advantage; definitely not in the same way that his basketball team, does. Troy is the type of popular jock who respects and talks to everyone, making others around him feel better about themselves. 

Troy was born in Albuquerque, New Mexico on October 18, 2000. His parents were glad to have them and as a small baby he had gotten his first little basketball which he always held with him. He grew up to be an active toddler and was always playing outside with the other kids in the neighboorhood. At pre-school, he met Chad Danforth and they quickly became friends and today are still best friends, or like they say brothers to each other. When he was growing up, he became more active and started to play some sports like basketball and some baseball too once and a while, but he liked basketball more. He joined the basketball team in Elementary school and he was quite good at it but most important he found it fun and liked to play it. Chad, his best friend also joined the team and they and the rest of the team became good friends as they knew they could count on each other. As the years passed by and High school came closer, they still were friends and the whole team went to East High along with a lot of others from their former school. When they were kids, Troy was rather quiet and Chad, who has always been loud and confident, was the one to get him out of his shell, while Troy has always kept Chad’s head in the game (pun intended) when he was being too brash. Troy and Chad make a bet to prove which one is the best basketball player by seeing how many of the Berkeley vs U of A matches each team wins, but the joke ends up being on them, because it ends in a tie. You can bet that they have pulled a lot of pranks like the one they pulled on Jimmie and Donny. The Wildcats cheer is something Troy and Chad came up with together. It seems like the kind of dorky thing they would do.

Even though Troy is the most popular and the hottest boy in school, he's also the nicest and kindest guy you’ll ever meet. He is the boldest and the most outspoken of the characters, often not afraid to say what he really thinks of a person. Troy is the envy of the student body, with guys wanting to be him, and girls wanting to be with him. There may have even been guys who wanted to be with him as well. Troy discovers he loves to sing, but is afraid to admit it to his friends. Troy is able to sing from his heart in a naïve yet convincing manner. Being the all-around lovable and charming jock, woe to anyone who trifles with him, he cares about people's lives and wants to help them. His independence nevertheless makes him a beloved and respected figure to others.

For the last three months the Wildcats had been training hard for the championship game. Having won against the West High Knights two years in a row, the pressure got worse each time, everyone expected the team to make a clean sweep and leave East High victoriously. Troy felt the pressure most of all. His dad being a retired champion himself saw the potential Troy had and therefore pushed his son. He expected him to train tirelessly and work to turn that potential into a college scholarship. Scouts had been to previous games and it was basically a given that he would continue on playing for the Red Hawks at the University of Albuquerque. He is so focused on pleasing other people, he just stops caring about his own future until around the last few months of his senior year. And, when it looks like another momentous opportunity is being extended to him during that time period, a potential scholarship to Juilliard, his friends and girlfriend all laugh at him. Not a single one of them is ever reprimanded for doing that, making it seem like the narrative wants you, the viewer, to think that Troy, himself, is one big laughing stock, and the very idea that he could ever get into one of the most prestigious performing arts universities in the United States is outright laughable.

Troy is arguably the only decent, sweetest, most selfless, and even self-sacrificing character in the series. He’s the moral center of the group, a jock with a heart of gold, a die-hard romantic who doesn’t care what your hobbies are, he’ll support you regardless, as long as it makes you happy. He’s a conflicted cinnamon roll who is truly too good and too pure for the universe he was created for, and he and his dynamic, multi-faceted character and relatability deserves infinitely better. Instead of bullying, he takes a vested interest in everyone’s happiness and well-being.

Physical Appearance

Described as "the hottest boy at East High", Troy Bolton — perfect and angular — has cerulean or cabot blue eyes, floppy medium lengthened brown chestnut-colored hair, high cheekbones, a strong jawline, perfect eyebrows, a straight nose and full lips. He has a very athletic body and the height to match. Weighing in around a 140-pounds of pure body muscle. He is a tall boy, standing at 5'8" tall. His tanned skin-tone speaks about how much he enjoys being outside. Hitting the gym every other day, along with playing basketball constantly, he has nicely defined muscles.

Troy doesn’t have any preferred type of clothing. Basically he’ll wear anything that is in style and considered to be cool and the hottest fashion. He is mostly seen in the latest fashion of wearing a shirt that seems too small so when he stretches, a nice view of his abs are shown. Of course the pants that hangs loosely around his waist revealing the tops of either his boxers or briefs. He doesn’t mind wearing clothing that is tight on him either, he does enjoy showing off his hard earned muscles. He does wear occasional slightly baggy shirts as well.

Personality and Traits

It's hard to believe how much being a friend really means to someone. Most people take it for granted, like they do a lot of things. To a person who doesn't have any though, one friend can mean the world. Even a simple smile or hello can change a person's day.

Despite being the stereotypical mega-popular jock, Troy Bolton exhibits behaviors of caring, kindness, loyalty, bravery, and intelligence. He is the friendliest and kindest guy to ever walk the halls of East High. He clearly wins at boyish charm, a somewhat elusive quality best marked by impish smiles and genuine sweetness. He exudes this swoon-worthy trait, and sometimes it’s almost too much for people to handle. As a charmer, Troy can sweet-talk literally anyone. Troy is pretty much everyone's best friend, and you could always count and depend on him. The King of East High, the star of the basketball team, a talented singer and actor, the guy everyone looked up to — with the perfect girl, the perfect best friend, and nearly every teacher's favorite student (with the exception, somewhat, of Miss Darbus). Troy always tries to do the right thing, he'd never hurt another soul intentionally. This is one of the many reasons why the student body of East High worships him. The Wildcat leader practically never turns anyone away; Troy is, despite his popularity and fortunate life, a very compassionate person. With no negativity within him, Troy is the physical embodiment of positivity and innocence. He’s not one to talk behind someone's back or insult someone. He is completely honest and trustworthy, and he never breaks his promises. Troy Bolton is the definition of a "go-getter". This is what makes him diverse from any other boy. Once he says something, he means it, and that's what goes. He never backs down on his word. As the ultimate "Mister Nice Guy" of East High, Troy is a kid in love with life; the classic high school king, on top of the world. He always thinks there's some good in people, no matter how bad they are. Sure, he gets swayed a little bit throughout the course of the series, but he proves that he’s a loyal Wildcat through-and-through in the end. He will happily give anyone a chance, unless they seem false to him, or, are intentionally nasty to him. Troy is also very patient and non-judgmental. He is a person who sticks up for the little guy and people who don't have a voice of their own. He has a passion for the arts, reading, and studying drama whilst playing basketball. He also is very curious about the unknown, such as his life after East High. He forgives people with ease, even when they do not deserve it. Sweet and even a bit naïve, Troy tries to see good in everyone, and wants to bring that good out of others, especially if it turns out to be musical talent. Troy is also perfectly willing to overlook obvious personality flaws. He is full to the brim with optimism, kindness, mischief, and fun. His peace-making and affable nature has allowed him to make many friends, ranging from fellow jocks to social outcasts all over East High.

Troy is excessively trustworthy and beloved all throughout East High. He is well-known for his kindness and optimism — both of which act as his greatest strengths, as they've guided him safely through the various hardships faced throughout the series. This proves his kindness and pleasant aura that makes him a beloved figure. Troy shares an extremely close bond and provides support constantly throughout social outcasts' lives. Since childhood, he has harbored a dream to become an optimist, solely for the opportunity to help those in need and make the world a better place. He cares deeply for the well-being of others, and would be more than happy to offer a helping hand to them. Troy has a large heart, and although he tends to keep his emotions under control — and even under wraps — a majority of the time, he is capable of expressing his true feelings in a genuine, powerful light. Fun-loving, friendly, and naïve, Troy possesses high-spirits and optimism. Despite being a jock, Troy retains a genial demeanor towards others. Troy also has high hopes on helping to others in need, especially East High’s social outcasts. Troy's vibrant personality makes it easy for him to interact and connect with others. In addition to swiftly befriending Brett Shimura, Troy wants Brett to be well-loved by his friends, despite having spent a short amount of time at East High in the Pilot. Though Troy has a charming innocence to him, he is capable of remarkable insight, lifting Brett's spirits by teaching Brett the meaning of being loved. And despite Brett not noticing it himself, Troy was able to ascertain his blossoming affection. Troy is incredibly selfless, volunteering to help and understand how Brett thinks and behaves. And under the pretense that Brett was vulnerable, Troy offered to keep the pessimistic Brett occupied so that Brett could feel loved. Troy was even willing to let himself melt in his effort to keep Brett feeling loved.

Troy is also extremely forgiving, as he believes that Bobby Hatchery acts out due to experiencing a bad day. Another thing about Troy is that he treats everyone like his best friend. In his mind, there is no such thing as strangers; everyone is a friend. But if you hurt Troy or prove to him you're not a friend, he won't be your friend anymore. Troy selflessly goes above and beyond ordinary expectations to help someone out or even just to cheer them up. Troy is filled to the brim with love and affection, sweet to nearly everyone he comes across, and can typically see the beauty in most things. Everyone he meets, he will always greet them with a warm smile and a friendly hello. It is awfully easy for Troy to make new friends everywhere he goes. Of course Troy doesn’t let it all go to his head like most other jocks would. He cares what others think of him, and doesn’t want to be remembered as just another “jock.” Although with that being said, Troy isn’t the type of person who gets shy easily. In fact, the only thing he could remember being shy about was when he first went to ask Gabriella out. Troy also enjoys a good challenge every now and then and isn’t the type to back down from any challenge no matter what it is.

Troy has the strength of four football players when he's angry, and he makes sure his victims know he's a force to be reckoned with. Troy's totally aware of how dangerous he can be, but he's doing what he can to control it — Just don't mess with him, Gabriella or his friends. Even better, don't mess with anyone, and the world will be a friendlier place.

Role in Series



Troy Bolton breathing heavily.

Troy Bolton's palms were sweaty, along with the rest of his golden body that was drenched in that same salty liquid. The bronze skin glistened like rain had fallen contracted around his huge muscles. Bulging biceps, defined six-pack abdominals, protruding pectorals, everything seemed to be pulsating as his head lifted from the shining hardwood. Drowning azure orbs flashed beneath the holy lights from above. His rapidly beating heart slammed against his stone chest with force. It was the only sound in the enormous gym besides his ragged breathing that rattled his ribcage. His hands were shaking as he felt the bumpy surface of the orange sphere turn beneath his fingertips. The illuminated neon clock on the wall paused its ticking. The soundless crowd leapt up and down in their comfortable seats. The junior dressed in a scarlet and white uniform, stepped to the black line free throw slowly, still deaf to every screaming fans. His normally light chestnut hair that had been separated into midnight sweat-drenched threads, tossing his shag away from his sticky forehead. He couldn't see the other players in the matching uniforms surround him, an ally to the basket. The true blue and yellow high school basketball team stepped between the spaces between the Wildcat enemies. The boy with the number fourteen plastered on his back narrowed his dark brow at the rivals. The stands that held the ecstatic red superfans were divided, straight down the middle. The sea of crimson was separated by a single row of chairs, not even the excitement of the most important game of the year able to bring them together. Not the last game of the season. The glowing scoreboard read 63 to 57, Wildcats. They were on their way to victory. The teenager closed his eyes again, still only aware of his flaming heartbeat and the trickles of sweat that grazed down his smooth face. He took a strong inhale of oxygen, just before he heard it. The soft voice that seemed to cut through the rest made his blood rush fluidly through his veins. The honey-sweet tone that canceled every other screeching fan away whispered in his tender ear. The only one that mattered. The East High's junior captain turned his head slowly, sparkling blue lasers in search for the one. His eyes became like tunnels as they zeroed in on that the petite black-haired beauty standing on the first row of the stands that were jam packed. He could see her olive skin radiating off the golden lights from above, like a heavenly figure in a mass of hell. Like a spotlight shone down upon her in perfection, making her eyes glitter with nervousness. "Give me strength." Troy whispered in his velvet voice before turning away from his love.

Troy dribbling down the court

The arena's eyes were on him, judging as he turned the rigid ball in his hands. Adrenaline was surging through his throbbing veins as he pounded the basketball to the ground twice, feeling the earth rubble with each bounce. His stomach was twisting nervously as he gazed up on the basket once again. Ripping his ceruleans open, Troy Bolton finally felt his rib cage vibrate as he took one deep breath of air and bent his powerful knees. The world suddenly shook as Troy pushed upward, large muscles constricting as the orange sphere left his fingertips. It suspended in the air momentarily, before suddenly swooshing through the white net and the entire gym erupted into screeches of triumph. Noise rushed through his ear drums as he was no longer deaf to the insane atmosphere of the gym. Cheerleaders chanting, the crowd roaring, his father screaming directions on the sideline all smashed upon his muscular body. The rest of his teammates were leaping up and down in joy, while continuing to scurry into position. Troy felt the defining heat on his back while glancing sideways towards the student section, watching the midnight waves of Gabriella bouncing with delight. She flashed him a proud smile. Red and white confetti came showering down from above. Troy was quickly lifted into the air by his teammates as teenagers and adults alike jumped up and down in the stands with excitement. Troy threw his head back and threw his arms in the air, letting out a scream of excitement.

Troy kissing the championship trophy.

When the large trophy was passed to him he raised that above his head. The screams of excitement increased as East High celebrated. Finally his teammates let him down and Troy passed the trophy to Chad Danforth, so he could relish in the moment as well. Making his way through the swarm of people was harder than it appeared. Every person he came across was cheering and congratulating him. Troy came across Kelsi Nielson, who was gingerly trying to get through the crowd. "Troy! Congratulations! You did a fantastic job!" She threw her arms around him. "Thanks Kelsi." Troy smiled gracefully. Troy continued past the remaining people until he came to the edge of the bleachers. He furrowed his eyebrows; Gabriella was nowhere to be seen. He jumped up onto the bleachers so he could get a bird's eye view of the mob of people surrounding the trophy. Scanning it quickly, he couldn't see Gabriella anywhere even though he was able to pick out everyone else in their gang. It wouldn't make sense anyway that Gabriella would go in the mob. Frowning, he looked around the rest of the gym. Quickly, Troy scrambled down from the bleachers and ran out of the gymnasium. He looked around frantically, praying that each brunette he laid eyes on would be Gabriella. None of them were. "Gabriella!" he exclaimed. Gabriella threw her arms around Troy, who breathed a sigh of relief as he hugged her tightly. "Congratulations! You were amazing, Wildcat! I was so nervous for you, but you were fantastic! I knew you would be able to do it! And when James Fletcher knocked you over that time I thought I was going to faint! Oh my goodness, I still don't know how you did it. I mean you had the entire pressure of the game on you and you managed to shoot those free-throws effortlessly!" Gabriella rambled excitedly. Troy smiled lovingly, cupping Gabriella's cheek with his hand and gazing into her eyes. "You were the one person I wanted to see after the game and I couldn't find you. I was worried." Troy confessed. Gabriella smiled softly. "I'm sorry about that. I think some boy ate something bad, he was complaining his stomach hurt and he said he felt like he was going to throw up just after the game finished." Gabriella explained. Troy chuckled.

Blue eyes opened to a loud, annoying voice. Troy sighed and rolled over, pressing his face deeper into his red pillow. “Troy, get up, time for school.” his father’s voice commanded. Again, a heavy sigh was emitted from Troy’s body. He sighed as he looked over to his left and slammed his hand over the noisy device, making it go silent. He rubbed his face one more time before he sat up straight, the silky sheets slipping off and revealing his muscular and well-defined torso. He stretched his arms lazily above his head and then relaxed, looking around his messy room before throwing the covers off of him and standing up. Troy searched for his jeans around the floor of his bedroom and when he found them, he slipped them up, not minding on changing into a new pair of boxers first. He walked over to his closet and opened the first drawer, pulling out one of the many black and plain t-shirts he had in there. He slipped on a plain white t-shirt on and then walked over to the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror; his blue eyes scanning him from top to bottom. He opened the water tap and cupped some water between his hands, splashing it on his face a couple of times, afterwards. He dried his face with a towel and then combed his hair with his fingers, pushing it backwards and letting it settle in its messy and natural way. He sighed and walked out of his bathroom and then out of his room, running down the stairs of the third floor and into the kitchen. He walked over to the fridge and opened it, taking out the only bottle of milk left. “Someone's in a good mood.” Troy mother's voice carried form in front of the stove, the smell of eggs and bacon entering Troy's nose. “Mom, come on, its Monday, beginning of a new week, who wouldn't be happy.” He practically sung at her as he reached for the glass of orange juice she had set out for him. She eyed him before answering. “You still have a school day to making it through, Troy, don't overlook a quality education for the 'new weekend, new possibilities' fad.” she accused, pointing at him with the spatula. He choked on his orange juice before smiling at her. “I can't believe you just said fad, and don't worry Mom, I take my education very seriously.” Troy smiled. “You're the biggest liar I've ever seen, Troy Bolton. Bacon and eggs?” she said smiling at him. He eyed the eggs. “Just bacon.” Troy replied. “I'm leaving and I can't drive while eating eggs, Mom, too messy.” Troy chuckled. He lunged for the bacon before she could argue and sprinted for the front door. He grabbed his thick red and white varsity jacket. His shoes was the last thing to go on before he exited his house. He hopped into the driver's seat of his 1962 Ford F-250 Flareside truck and backed out of the driveway.

The school drive was surprisingly busy. Troy pulled into his lucky number 14 parking place at East High School. Slowly, Troy unbuckles his seatbelt and hops out of the car. Troy pushed open the glass double doors to be greeted with what felt like a million faces. As he walked down the hall people greeted Troy non-stop, mostly girls, fluttering their eyelashes. "Sup man!" A guy greeted Troy, offering him a knuckle-punch. "Troy! My man!" Another unfamiliar face greeted. "Dude! Troy, congratulations on the championship!" Yet another stranger greeted, in which Troy just smiled lightly and nodded. "Hi Troy!" A short blonde girl with a cheerleading outfit said. He just walked casually down the hallway nodding at the many people politely. "Troy, looking good." "Troy, I missed you during the weekend." "Troy, feel's like forever, where've you been?" "Troy, we should catch up, maybe this week?" Flutter eyelashes. Smile widely. High-five. Knuckle-punch. Handshake. "Hey, Troy!" A familiar voice sticks out about all the rest. A smile creeps onto Troy's face as he looks up at his light-skinned, big-haired afro, best friend standing near a row of lockers. Instantly, Troy sprints up and did he's and Chad's fist-bumped. He smiles and walks with Chad through the entrance of East High. "Man you'd think you were Shaquille O'Neal or something." Chad nods toward the group that was just staked out in front of Troy. Troy laughs and shakes his head. "You know, it feels more like Hell instead of school to me." Chad jokes and looks around the entrance. Troy laughs again and nods in agreement. They head down the hall. "Where's your girlfriend anyways?" Troy asks Chad. "You know girls, they have to look so damn perfect." He says with an eye-roll. "Well we only do it for you." A brown-skinned girl with short black hair, wearing a green headband in her hair to match her outfit says as she pops up next to Chad. Troy watches as his best friend smiles and kisses his girlfriend. "Hey Troy." She says and he nods at her. Suddenly, Troy slowly turns around to face the door and feels his jaw drop about five feet. Standing with Taylor could only be a dreamHer long dark black-colored hair was curled slightly so it reached just past her shoulders. Her face glowed with her black eyeliner and brown eye shadow blended on her eyelids. Troy watches as his girlfriend walks toward him and smiles. "Hey Troy." She greets him with a shy, but smooth voice. For one of the rare times in his life, he was a loss for words. Finally, Troy shakes his head slightly to clear his mind and smiles back. "Uh, hey Gabriella." He finally manages to get out. She continues to smile at him and giggles a little. Walking closer to him, he could smell the faint scent of her perfume, making him want her even more. "You look incrediblely drop-dead gorgeous as always." Troy smiled charmingly. Gabriella shyly smiles again and blushes. "Thank you. You don't look bad yourself, Wildcat." she said charmingly. His bright blue eyes met her deep brown. The four walked through the hall. Troy grinned when he saw the masses of students running from place to place and chattering about their championship. Troy and Chad bumped fists and pulled each other into a hug, slapping each other on the back and pulled away. Chad said he was excited for the basketball game on the weekend. Troy stood looking over professionally with his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the edge. “I know, me too. We're going to kick some serious West High butt!” Troy chuckled. They bumped fists again. Gabriella and Taylor went their separate ways while the two boys went over to admire their MVP trophy case. A skinny, beach-blonde girl with her hair let down in her natural curls as her long bangs covered her forehead approached the boys, popping her chest out flirtatiously. "Hey, Troy! So, when's the big game?" Sharpay asked cheerfully. Her phone rings, causing her to look down.

Troy looking at Sharpay.

"Uh... yesterday." Troy said, smirking. Sharpay looked up, unaware of what Troy had just told her. "Oh well. Good luck." Sharpay said, blowing a kiss to Troy, sauntering down the hall. Troy caught the fake-blown kiss. "She's so sweet." Zeke Baylor blushed. Troy looked at Zeke, and playfully slapped him across the face.

Troy, Chad and Zeke watching Sharpay walk away.

Troy sighed as he walked along the corridors where he had just spent a good two minutes with Chad and Zeke. "Hey guys. Did you hear?" Zeke asked. "I did. He didn't." Chad said, giving Troy a quick look. "Okay. I'm officially curious." Troy said with curiosity. "There's a new kid." Zeke informed the clueless blue-eyed boy. "Oh yeah?" Chad exclaimed. "Guys, this new individual is obviously going to be shy and scared walking into East High. Let’s make this individual feel welcome." Troy suggested. "Or... What if it’s a smokin’ hot girl?" Zeke told the guys. "Or maybe this person won't be shy after all, but at least by asking, we're sending the message that we actually care about this new Wildcat and not just their gender." Troy said. Laughing, Chad and Zeke separated from Troy. A little while later, Troy walked down the hallway as students come and go.

Split-second before meeting Brett Shimura.

He was a few feet away from Homeroom when a body collided into him. Whoever that person was, Troy’s hands reflexively closed around the figure to keep them from falling. But, he was a moment too late and they tumbled to the ground together. Troy rolled to the side of him. Immediately, he bent down to help. "Oh my God, I am so sorry. Are you alright?" Troy asked in a concern tone. He cracked a smile once the skinny, chocolate brown-eyed Japanese-American boy with glasses wearing a fedora hat nodded that he was alright. The blue-eyed jock turned to help the Asian boy up. He extended his hands out. "Can I help you up?" he asked. "I'm fine. Thank you though." The boy shook his head as he tried to get up gracefully. The jock smiled. When Troy came back upright he studied the little, shy Asian for a few moments as if he was trying to read his mind. "Are you sure you’re alright?" Troy asked kindly, handing the boy back his books. "Yeah. Thanks again." he responded softly, pushing up his glasses. "You're very welcome." Troy smiled warmly. "I— I should probably... go. I have to find my class." the skinny boy whispered before he started to turn to continue walking down the hallway. "Wait." Troy said, causing the Asian to turn around. He came to the realization that he had never seen this person before. "I don't recognize you. Are you new here?" Troy asked. The Asian nodded. "Well then, I should introduce myself, shouldn't I? Troy Bolton." he said holding out his hand, smiling. "What's your name?" Troy asked politely. "Brett. Like Brett Favre." he replied nervously. "Brett, I am pleased to meet you." Troy said gleefully. "I— I'm new to the area. Just moved into town this week." Brett said sheepishly. "Well in that case, let me be the first to welcome you to not only Albuquerque, but to East High! All around good-guy Troy Bolton. Would the nice young new student like you like me to lead him to his first class of the day?" Troy asked voluntarily. Brett nodded shyly. "Come on, Hoops! It's time to get to class. Come on man." Chad hollered. "I think I am just fine thank you very much, Chad! I'm just gonna talk to Brett here for a little longer." He shot Chad a look that said 'don't start'. Chad and Zeke nodded and walked into Homeroom. Brett had looked back down at his map and was studying it again. "Well, unfortunately I can’t walk you to your class. But... It was a pleasure meeting you, Brett. I’ll see you around." Troy smiled proudly, winking. Brett looked up at him helplessly, but smiled and walked away. The warning bell for homeroom rang through out East High and the few people that were still left in the hallways quickly disappeared into various classes.

Inside Homeroom, the students were still sitting on the desks, chatting with friends while the drama teacher had not came in yet, which didn't last long as soon the familiar, 'in your seats people' came from the front of the classroom. Troy went to his seat; his seat was in the front row, in front of Chad's desk.

Seeing a note from Gabriella.

Seeing a note on his desk from Gabriella, a flattered Troy cocked his head to the back of the class, to see Gabriella giggle quietly. In the front of the classroom, Miss Darbus was sitting in a gold throne-like chair, reading a very large book. "Alright, everyone! I know we’re all still excited about our Wildcats top-to-back championship!" Miss Darbus exclaimed. "That would be back-to-back, Miss D." Chad responded. Everyone in the classroom laughed lightly. "Whatever the case, it was a grand-slam. Well done!" Miss Darbus said happily, while Troy gave a big laugh.

A worried Troy looking at Gabriella.


"Don't let it get to you Gabriella. There is nothing you can do, anyone should know that." Troy said trying to make her feel better. "I guess you're right." Gabriella replied. "Troy we're gonna be late!" Gabriella said quickly looking at her watch. "Shit, you're right!" Taylor said as she ran off, with everyone following. Taylor, Troy, Sharpay and Gabriella all had Math together and since Gabriella's locker was furthest away, she would have bound to be the last one in the class. "Gabi, I'll wait for you." Troy said. "No, no it's fine. I don't want you to be late. Go!" she replied, laughing. Just 10 minutes after the bell rang, Gabriella entered the classroom. She looked over at Troy who looked at her sympathetically, but was laughing at the same time. Gabriella just held up her forefinger and pinky, making a punk sign. "Alright ladies and gentlemen, I think you can go now." the teacher said when the bell went off. "And don't forget, you're assignment is due next Wednesday!" he said yelling amongst the commotion. "What you have now Gabi?" Troy asked jokingly as they were walking down the corridor together. "Free period." she replied. "Well then..." Troy said, quickly stepping in front of her, wrapping his hands around her waist. "Would you like some free-time with Troy?" he said sneakily. "I have to finish this assignment. But you can walk with me to my locker!" She said sweetly which made Troy laugh. He almost buckled at the knees because of Gabriella's sweetness – it always made him melt. "Well alright then." he said. The hallways were somewhat crowded, and Troy and Gabriella walked along the corridors. Once again, Troy stepped in front of Gabriella, stopping her in her tracks. "Your locker is too far away." he said. "Troy, it's just around that corner." she replied. "Precisely. Way too far away!" he said, as he began to slowly back her against the locker. Gabriella smiled and dropped her books, wrapping her arms around his neck as she felt herself being pushed up against the locker. "Mmm, Trrohhyyyy..." Gabriella said against his lips trying to move away. "We can't..." she said, pulling her head away only to feel Troy's lips gently kiss down her neck. But Troy only shut her up by kissing her over and over again. Troy’s eyes suddenly spotted a familiar face walking down the corridor. "I’m so, so sorry Gabriella. Wouldn’t wanna be late for basketball practice, now would I?" Troy grinned playfully. "It's okay, Wildcat." Gabriella said, picking up her books from inside her locker. "Alright, I'm gonna go do some free-throws with Chad." Troy said giving Gabriella a quick peck on the lips. "Okay, have fun!" Gabriella replied as they went their separate ways. "Brett!" Troy called out, jogging towards Brett. "Oh, hey Troy. Where are you going next?" Brett asked. "The gym. I've got basketball practice." Troy replied. "Basketball?" Brett said. Troy nodded. "I'm the Captain of the East High Wildcats." He replied, blushing. Brett froze. "Wow! Captain?" He said. "Yeah, why? What's wrong?" Troy asked when Brett stopped walking. "I..." Brett said. "What?" Troy asked curiously. "N... never mind." Brett stuttered. Troy led him to the gym.

Troy walked in and turned to Brett.
A lanky blonde-haired boy stopped and stared at Brett. Troy kept his eyes on Brett. Brett missed every single shot, but never once did Troy seem upset. He gave Brett pointers as they went along including how to hold the basketball, and how to shoot. Out of the corner of his eye, Troy saw Bobby making fun of Brett, mimicking him missing the hoop. Beginning to play again, Brett tried his best to use everything that Troy has been teaching him, but something stopped him. The blonde jock was throwing basketballs at Brett, trying to get his attention. Looking up at Troy, Brett watched as he marched over to the jocks next to them. "Hatchery, if you pull a move like that again, then you're off the team. Behave yourself, there is a new Wildcat in your presence." His lips moved fast as he grabbed Bobby by the shirt. "And if you ever lay a hand on Brett what-so-ever, or throw anything at him again, well, let's just say watch out." His lips moved a lot slower now. Brett wiped the tear falling from his face right before Troy started walking over. Ever so gently, Troy half-smiled. "Thank you." Brett mouthed to him. "For what? I didn't do anything." Troy chuckled light-hearted. "You stood up for me, something I can never do." Brett quietly chuckled. He waited patently for a response. As Brett waited, he noticed Troy’s anger slipping away. His face was no longer red. "Just wait Brett. I'll get you to talk. Soon you will stand up for yourself and show those guys what you're made of. I know you can do it and if it takes all year, then so be it. I'm determined. You're not getting rid of me that easily." Troy winked. He grabbed Brett’s arm, and they walked off the court never once looking back at the other basketball players. "Go get changed, and meet me out here." Troy said calmly and nodded at Brett. A little while later, he watched as Brett slowly walked out of the locker-room. Looking around him, Troy noticed that his teammates stared at him. He would make sure that today at practice, they would regret it. Grabbing Brett’s arm gently, Troy turned him around. He held up his pointer finger, signaling for Brett to wait a minute. "I can't come with you to lunch, because I have to punish these bullies, but I do plan to sit with you. That is if your willing to wait on the bleachers and watch as I torture my team." Troy chuckled. The basketball team were goofing around, flinging that ball at the basket, missing on purpose. Almost as if they were mocking Brett in this sport too. Troy will let them have their fun. It won't be fun and games when practice starts. Before he knew it, Brett was in his arms, hugging him. Troy wrapped his arms around Brett’s tiny frame, and hugged him back. Brett let go and headed out the gym. "I'm taking the team today, I'll meet you at home later." Troy’s father said, more than willing to give Troy a shot at being coach, especially after what happened today. "Don't go easy on them." He patted Troy’s back, gave him his clip-board, and began to walk out. "OKAY, GIVE ME 50 SUICIDES NOW AND THEN I WANT 50 LAPS AROUND THE GYM!" Troy yelled at his team. They groaned and then took off running. Troy found his entire team, running, a dozen basketballs were out, some of them were bouncing up and down, others flying through the air, some, if lucky, made it into the basket, most however, ended up on the bleachers where whoever shot it, was fortunate enough to have the honour to climb up the closed bleachers to get their basketball back. "Hey Captain!" Chad caught up to his friend, holding his basketball on the side. Troy grinned at his bushy-haired friend. "Hey. How's Romeo doing today?" Troy teased, causing the grinned Chad had for the past few seconds to turn upside down into a deep frown. He glared annoyingly at his captain and friend. "Don't push it man, I thought that Taylor was going to kill me! That new kid left, I see." Chad grumbled angrily. Troy's ears perked up. "Brett?" Troy said automatically. Chad looked at his captain weirdly. "Brett? So that's his name. First name basis already aren't you two?" Chad commented, then he smirked. Troy fought down a blush. "What are you talking about? What am I supposed to call him, that new kid? Dude, I'd like to introduce something to you... it's called manners." Troy replied he dribbled the basketball he got on the way and made a free throw, running to get the basketball that was straying away. "Sure Captain, whatever you say." Chad said, his annoying smirk still on his face. "But by the looks of it, you two seemed pretty close." He said. Troy rolled his eyes, avoiding the last question. "Alright, split into teams!" Troy shouted his order to his team. "I'm going to need more hustle out of you guys if you want to win state this year!" screamed Troy. He couldn't take many more of this bullying, it was driving him insane. "THAT IS IT! ON THE LINE! NOW!" screamed Troy once again. The team groaned and cussed under their breathe as they ran down to the line. Troy silently stood there, arms crossed across his chest, looking mad. Groaning, Troy barely acknowledged his teammates when they shouted out in greeting. "Dude, if you were any slower it'd be tomorrow!" Troy exclaimed, grabbing the basketball off his friend and slinging an arm around his shoulders. Troy rolled his eyes at Chad's exaggeration and allowed himself a small chuckle. "Sure, whatever you say dude." Troy said and Chad was the one that laughed at the comment. "So, before we go over and kick whichever teammates were playing butts, are you ever going to tell me what happened between you and Brett today?" Chad asked and raised his eyebrows as Troy's eyes darkened slightly at the question. "Sure... when I want too." Troy replied coolly and shrugged off Chad's arm, grabbing the basketball and jogging over to the court. Slapping hands with some of his teammates and laughing when a few of them teased him about being late. "So, who's playing who?" Troy asked, glancing around and narrowing his eyes when he noticed one of his team missing. "Half and half, only you and Chad have to be on different teams." Troy glanced at Zeke, who just shrugged at the look in his captain's eyes before catching the ball Chad had thrown at him. "Fine, you guys know you're going to get your butts whipped though, right?" Troy asked with a grin and Zeke shook his head as the team finished splitting themselves. "You wish!" came Zeke's reply. Troy chuckled and caught the ball Zeke threw at him. Bouncing it on the court, Troy watched lazily as Zeke's team set themselves up in the practiced defense position. Glancing around him, he noted all of the people on his own team setting themselves up around the court and grinned. He wasn't going to use any of them just yet. Walking forward, the bouncing basketball a taunt that seemed to make the opposition nervous Troy waited as for Jason Cross to come out of position and attempt to grab the ball. Walking closer a few steps, Troy grinned when Jason attempted to push the ball out of his control as it bounced back up to it. He was a second too slow, and Troy bounced the basketball to his other hand and was past Jason within two seconds. Seeing Zeke make a movement towards him as soon as he was in the key, Troy caught the ball as it bounced up and shot. The satisfied swishing of the net making Zeke groan and Troy grin. "Told you you'd be whipped, Jason." Troy's tone became hard as Jason turned towards him. "Never hesitate when it comes to getting the ball. You hesitate; you allow your opponent time to figure out how to get around you. There's no time to think about what he's going to do, you go for the ball. You hesitate in the game against West High and that's a basket." Jason flinched at Troy's harsh tone and nodded his head. "Sure Troy." He muttered, ignoring the way the rest of the team stood silently as Troy spoke and some shot Bobby death-glare looks.

Troy and Chad giving a pep-talk to Bobby.

In the locker-room, Troy stands with his arms crossed across his chest with Chad by his side. "If you ever pull something like what you did to Brett again, you'd better hope that someone up there likes you right?" Troy said softly. When Bobby didn't reply, Troy shoved him to the ground and a blow to the side of his face ensued before Troy pulled him back up to eye-level. "Right." Bobby managed and Troy worked his jaw in a circle before looking him dead in the eye. "I'm going to add something else: if you ever touch, look or even think about my friend and I find out? You'll need to do a hell of a lot more than hope someone up there likes you. You're going to have to make sure someone does otherwise they'll find you in a hole, dead and buried. Am I clear?" Troy threatened. "Fine. Okay. You're clear." Bobby managed the sentence weakly and Troy dropped him to the ground, his eyes cold as Bobby straightened up. In the split second where Troy was trying to control his emotions, Bobby left the locker-room. Troy ran a hand through his hair, before leaving the court after them. The temper that had spun out of control as soon as Bobby was mentioned, fighting him as he tried to control it. He hadn't even realized it until now, as soon as Brett was mention there had been an instant need to protect, an instant need to ensure her safety from Bobby than anything else that had went through his mind. Running a hand through his hair, Troy thought back to the minute he met Brett. Turning a corner, his mind continuing to try and figure out the confusing mess it had concocted, Troy ran into someone. "Whoa! I’m so sorry, are you okay?" He exclaimed worryingly, catching them even as he spoke. Looking down, Troy's eyes widened when the person he saw in the fading light was Gabriella. "Sorry, Wildcat. But to be fair, you weren't paying attention either." She playfully snapped at him, her eyes narrow. Troy shrugged and then raised his eyebrows when she smiled warmly. "Hey, I’m gonna hang out with Brett at lunch today. He’s gonna be alone. Is that okay with you, sweetie?" Troy said. Gabriella nodded understandably.

The two started their way down to the cafeteria. Troy walked aimlessly around, looking for Brett. "Yo, Bolton! So, I see Fag Boy isn't flirting with you again." Bobby called him up, standing next to Troy. Troy grabbed the red plastic tray of food before turning to Bobby, an eyebrow quirked. "Back off, Hatchery." he said firmly. "Oh, sure. I know he was flirting with, Bolton. I knew Four Eyes was a homo!" he said. Troy felt his hand on the tray clench tightly. "How about this? You stay out of it, okay?" Troy spat. "Why?" Bobby replied in disbelief. "Look, I'm not in the mood for your ass." Troy said. "But I bet you are for Four Eyes, huh? I mean, you know he is gay, right?" Bobby replied. Troy was silent. Bobby smirked. "You okay, Bolton? You seem mad. Did I pinch a nerve? Is it about that pathetic excuse waste-of-life faggot you talk to? Did he try to get into your—" Bobby laughed. Troy's cold blue eyes made him cut off his sentence. "Don't bother. Don't even bother! How dare you bully Brett! He is my friend, and didn't you learn in pre-school that you treat others with respect? And how dare you bully Brett for being himself? It’s the 21st century, Hatchery. He can't help who he is, and it's none of your business if he is gay!" Troy screamed at Bobby. "You are an ignorant douche-bag, and I hope that one day karma comes and bites you in the ass! NO ONE IN THIS SCHOOL IS ABOVE OR BELOW ANYONE ELSE! CAN'T YOU SEE THAT WE'RE ALL EQUAL!" Troy yelled, his blue eyes still cold and hard. When Bobby rolled his eyes however, Troy's face began to redden in anger. "So, you will mock an innocent new kid in the hallway, when he's not expecting it, and manipulate the team to join in, but you won't challenge me?" Troy accused, poking Bobby in the chest. "If you weren’t such a faggot-lover, your anorexic boyfriend wouldn’t have got hurt! But no, he had to be a homo, who deserves everything that I throw at him! You see Bolton, I didn't know East High would be having yet another Fag Boy..." Bobby chuckled, his eyes locking on Ryan Evans. "So it’ll look like I'll definitely have fun making Brett’s life a living hell as well. And it'll show too, don't worry, I'll make sure that he gets the right bruising, along with Evans." Bobby hissed, slightly pushing Troy, and knocking the bigger boy off center. "Don’t talk about them like that — in fact, don't ever talk about anyone like that, Hatchery. You have no idea what they’re going through. Don’t treat others with disrespect because they’re different than you!” Troy glared, feeling protective over Brett and Ryan. “Who are you to tell me what to do?” Bobby asked, crossing his arms, stepping forward slightly, not at all intimidated by the slight height Troy had on him. “And who are you to talk about Ryan and Brett like that? Have they done something to hurt you, or someone you're close to? They’re just trying making this world a better place from jerks like you. They shouldn't be attacked when they’re spreading love, especially for something like this.” Troy snapped back as he stared down his 'opponent'. “Pfft!” Bobby rolled his eyes, obviously giving up as he slipped back on his jacket before nodding. Troy’s ocean-blue eyes scanned the cafeteria. They rested a moment on his group of friends gathered around a table. Troy sighed before gripping his tray harder, and quickly walked down the stairs to his table. Scanning the various cliques sat at the round red tables, Troy scanned the cafeteria once more, his eyes landing on a skinny Asian boy wearing a fedora hat taking a seat on the outskirts of the room. "Make him feel awesome, Troy. It’s now or never." Troy muttered to himself, his knuckles turning white from the pressure of him gripping the rail. He casually pulled away, turning on his heel and went straight towards Brett. "Hey!" Troy said a little loud so Brett could hear him through the chattering and laughing of everyone else. Brett looked up a little alarmed and then sighed in relief. "You can come sit with us at lunch, Brett. You don't need to be alone." Troy smiled warmly. "I... I want to be on my own." Brett mumbled. "Well too bad." Troy smiled. He put his tray down on the table and roughly placed his bag on the floor next to his chair as he sat down. "So must be scary being the new kid." Troy grinned. "A little..." Brett replied, trailing off. "That why you're quiet? Or... is there something else?" Troy asked. "I—" Brett said, but abruptly stopped. "It's okay if you don't want to talk about it. I'd understand, I mean we hardly know each other." Troy smiled. Brett nodded. "But I think you could sit with a friend, and you've got a group of people waiting to be your friend at this place." Troy said friendly. Brett didn't say anything, just started to chew his lip nervously. "But if you don't want to go, you've got a friend here wanting to sit with you." Troy smiled warmly. "You do?" Brett asked. "Of course, Wildcat. So, tell me more about yourself." Troy grinned. "Like what?" Brett asked shyly, no one had ever asked him that before. "I don't know. So are you into anything?" Troy chuckled. "Nothing special, I guess... Just... Being by myself has always been my escape." Brett smirked awkwardly. "Escape?" Troy asked. "From being a new kid mostly. I got bullied a lot in school, especially in middle school. I don't understand things as fast as everyone else. I... I have a learning disability." Brett smiled falsely — hurt in his eyes, but Troy could also see the pain. "Everyone learns at their own pace. If you get bullied here, you got me to back you up. No one bullies friends of Troy Bolton, basketball legend." Troy grinned, causing Brett to smile a little more brightly. They sat in comfortable silence and Troy couldn't help but enjoy it. For a while, they spoke about the music they both liked, then moved on to television and films. "So, what are you doing tonight?" Troy asked casually. "Nothing, why?" Brett asked. "Well we normally hang out after school, and I mean if you wanted you could come." Troy offered him a smile. "I'm not sure yet. I'll... I'll have to ask my parents." Brett said. "Okay, well you got a phone?" Troy’s asked. Brett nodded and pulled out his phone and Troy took it and punched his number into it, and then handed Brett his phone who did the same. "I'll text you later or call or whatever and see if you want to come." Troy smiled. "Thanks. You didn't have to do any of this today." Brett blushed. "Any of what?" Troy smiled. "Being nice to me." Brett sighed. "It's no big deal, you're my friend now and I guess everyone's new once, can't be easy." Troy said. "No, it's not." Brett admitted. "Well... I can't promise it's going to get easier but you know won’t get harder cause like I've said a dozen times now you've got me as a friend." Troy smiled proudly. "And no one messes with Troy Bolton, basketball legend." Brett laughed, but instantly stopped laughing and shields away from him. "Yes, no one messes with the basketball legend." Troy confirmed. In the distance Troy heard the warning bell, he hadn't realized that they had been talking all lunch time. "Come on I'll show you to your class." Troy chuckled. "I'm not in your class, am I?" Brett asked softly. "No, sadly." Troy said. "Oh..." Brett mumbled. "How about you wait for me after your lesson and then I'll show you to your next class?" Troy asked. He could tell that there was something going on with Brett that he didn't want anyone to know about, and maybe Troy wasn't going to push straight away but it didn't mean that he wasn't going to be there to help him. "You wont mind?" Brett asked nervously. "Not at all. Come on." Troy smiled. They casually walked up the stairs, and down the hall.

After a comfortable lunch with Troy, Troy and Brett continued walking down the crowded hallway. "I'll meet you at your locker?" Troy asked. "Sure." Brett replied, nodding. Troy smiled at him, which caused Brett to smile. Troy walked towards his locker but not before he turned around to give Brett a wink. When Troy looked over, he gave Brett a smile of reassurance. At the corner of his eye, Troy spotted Bobby approaching Brett. Bobby grabbed Brett by his collar and threw him down to the ground. "What the hell?!" Troy heard Brett scream. Bobby picked Brett up by the throat and then glared into his eyes. "Go kill yourself, Four Eyes." He let go of Brett and he fell to the floor, hyperventilating. Bobby raised up his fist and Brett curled up. “Hatchery... you little punk!” Troy yelled as he approached Bobby, which took his attention off Brett. Bobby turned to look Troy. He then shot Troy a glance. “Well, well, well... look who it is. Troy Bolton. Are you really here to fight me over Fag Boy?” Bobby provoked, as he pointed to a weak Brett who groaned as he rolled onto his left side. Troy clenched his fists together. “Don't talk about Brett like that!” Troy warned. “Or you'll do what? Beat me up? Ha! I'd like to see you try.” Bobby daunted. “Watch me.” Troy hissed. “What's the matter, Hatchery? Not used to being bossed around?” Troy asked in a taunting tone of voice. Bobby glared at Troy as he struggled to get off the ground. “You know what, Bolton? Fuck you! Go ahead and take your little boyfriend, he didn't want to do anything with me anyway!” Bobby howled as he scrambled off the ground and he walked past Troy and into the school. Troy was about to run after him, but then he heard a low sob of dismay come from behind him, which was from Brett. “Brett, are you okay? Did that foul monster say something to you, ‘cause whatever it w...” Troy declared but was cut off. "Nothing happened, Troy." Brett whispered, trying to keep his voice as steady as possible. "Look Brett—" Troy said. "Just save it. It doesn't matter." Brett turned to walk away but Troy grabbed his arm and turned him back around to face him. "It matters to me, and I know it matters to you... Please just tell me." Troy pleaded. Brett pulled roughly away from Troy. "I don’t know what you’re talking about." Brett said firmly. "Please, Brett, please listen to me. I just couldn't—" Troy exclaimed. "Oh I know what you're going to say. You couldn't just let everybody know that you are friends with the new School Fag... Is that what you want to tell me?" Brett barked angrily. Troy looked down at his feet, not knowing what to say. "I'm tired, I just wish I could go to sleep and never wake up..." Brett said with his eyes watery. Troy had never felt as if words could hurt so much and yet as he stood there listening; he knew words were the cause of all this pain. "I can’t live like this anymore." Brett's voice was soft now, strained even. "Brett, I care about you, perhaps more than Chad, who I've known my entire life." Troy assured. Brett stood there in silence and for a moment. "Does this make you think I’m pathetic all of a sudden?" Brett said bluntly. “Shh. You're not pathetic, Brett, but we're gonna put a stop to all these bad thoughts right now, okay? Everyone is so excited for you to come to school – they aren't concerned about anything except making sure that you have the best year possible. And yeah – I don't know what it's like to be you. But not how you think: you are strong. You're stronger for what you are dealing with and how you're dealing with it. So I don't wanna hear you putting yourself down again, all right? Brett, you have so many people that love you. That's who is important. Anyone who says anything to hurt you is not worth your time. Plus, if they do, they'll have me to deal with. Honestly, I don't care if you’re the new kid on the block. Everyone is new somewhere sometime in their life. I have never judged anyone, and I never will.” Troy said, winking and grinned at him, a smile which Brett returned. Then Troy's brows furrowed. "What's wrong, Brett?" Troy asked in concern. Brett shook his head again. "It's just... I've only known you for less than twenty-four hours, and now you are standing here in front of me..." Brett sighed. Troy looked at him in confusion. "Yeah, I want to get to know more about you, Brett. And you sigh because?" Troy sighed. "It's just not normal!" Brett looked at Troy. "Well, I'm not a normal boy, you're not a normal boy, this is not a normal city, this world is not in the near of being normal, so the problem is?" Troy joked at Brett, and he smiled and just shook his head. "Why are you doing this?" Brett asked. Troy looked at him. "Brett, I can see, that your smiles are fake, your eyes are full of fear, pain and sadness... Brett, what's wrong?" Troy looked at him with a worried look, "Would you tell me?" Brett looked down. "Troy... I can't tell you." "Why not, Brett?" Troy looked at him still with the worried look. "Brett, it's okay, I'll be here... I don't want you to be hurting. All living things should be treated with respect." Troy smirked. "I thought I was over this. I just— I want someone to love me." Brett whispered in pain. "You accept that love that you thought you deserved." Troy murmured and reached out to touch Brett’s shoulder. "You deserve more than you think you do Brett. You're a kind, smart, funny, wonderful young man and someone out there is going to be very lucky to have you love them." Troy assured. Brett took a few moments to clear his throat out and backed away while drawing in long, shuddering breaths. "I'm so alone, Troy..." Brett finally muttered. "You’re not alone, Brett. Everything is going to be okay. I promise." Troy said in a reassuring tone. Brett groaned a little before looking away from him but then looked back at him. "Troy... H— How many times do I have to tell you that I'm fine." Brett chuckled nervously. "Until I see it in your eyes." Troy shook his head before looking in Brett’s eyes. "Remember, I can see anything through your eyes. I live through your eyes now and if I don't see what I want to see in your eyes, I know something is wrong with you especially after what just happened. Brett, you need to let people know how you really feel and that you need help to really get over what happened. You have me, Gabriella, Taylor, Chad, Kelsi, the guys, my parents, and did I mention moi?" Troy said. Brett stiffed a laugh. "It’s true, Wildcat. You’re becoming a different person. That’s why you came to Albuquerque. To be that new and improved person. Because from what I’ve seen within less than twenty-four hours, he is gonna be an extraordinary young man. And I know you don't wanna talk about anything, but... I need to know. I want to protect you. But, I can't do that if I don't know who's hurting you... Things will get better. If you tell me, I can protect you... But, I need you to promise me something. I need you to promise to call me — anytime, day or night — whenever you need me." Troy replied solemnly. "Listen, Troy... I just— I just want to thank you for caring about me." Brett said. Troy smiled softly. "Well, more people should say that. You're an awesome friend, no matter what people like Bobby tell you, don't listen to a word they say because it's all lies... Never let them make you feel bad about yourself. You are an amazing human being who I am proud to call my friend.” This causes Brett to smile. “Thank you, Troy... Up until today, I had always just thought that I was worthless. That I wasn't worth anyone's time... Or love...” Brett half-smiled. “You are definitely worth people's time and love... Just because they tell you otherwise, doesn't make it true... Okay?” Troy said wisely. Brett nodded his head.

"Troy, dinner is ready! Come down here." Lucille called out. "I'll be right down, Mom." Troy yelled back. "I made macaroni and cheese tonight." Lucille smiled gracefully. Troy sat down in his chair. A large plate was placed in front of him filled with macaroni and cheese.

Troy at the dinner table.

"Eat up, Troy. For dessert, we have double chocolate-chip ice-cream cake." Jack said. The family started on their dinner. They talked and laughed through the entire meal. "How was school today, Troy? You know, after the championship?" Lucille asked. "There is a new kid at school." Troy said, after swallowing. "What about this new kid?" Jack asked. "Well, I care about him... but he’s hurting... I don't know what to do." Troy admitted, but didn't tell them what Brett had told him that morning. "Hmm... that's a tough one. If you don't mind me asking, who's the kid?" asked Lucille. "His name is Brett." Troy smirked. "Oh." Lucille simply said. "He's a lot different than he appears, Mom. Once you get to know Brett, he's really friendly and cool." Troy said proudly. "Then why won't he talk to you?" Jack asked. "He did. I only met him today, and we became friends; I thought that we were fine, but then all of the sudden he was crying. Brett just told me that he feels so lonely, because nobody loves him. I don't even know why he would even say that, Mom." Troy said. Lucille was silent for a minute, taking in her son's words. "Just give Brett some time, Troy, I bet he'll come around. Maybe he’s dealing with something, you know?" she said sympathetically. "You’re right." Troy responded. The thought alone about Brett’s home-life kept Troy up all night. He tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

Troy at the edge of his bed.

He finally sighed and sat up, leaning against the edge of his bed. Deciding he didn't want to keep trying he got up and headed to the kitchen. Once there, he grabs a chocolate-chip cookie for himself and sat down at the kitchen table and sighed softly to himself. He sighed once more and groaned softly. “Troy, what are you doing up so late?” Jack asked. Troy jumped out of his skin and looked up to see his father. “Sorry Dad, couldn't sleep.” Troy sighed. “Problems at school?” Jack asked once more. Troy nodded. “Is it Brett?” Jack asked. Troy nodded again. His father took a seat next to him. “What's going on?” Jack asked. “Dad, Mom was shy when you first met her, right?” Troy asked curiously. “Yep. If fact if it wasn't for your grandparents, your mother wouldn't have even tried to talk to me.” Jack replied. “How did you get her to open up and trust you?” Troy asked. “It took time. Your mother had a rough time as a kid and had a lot of trust issues. I knew that, so I never pushed her into opening up. I pushed enough so she knew I was there when she needed me or if she ever wanted to talk but not enough to scare her away.” Jack said. “Did she ever open up to you?” Troy asked. “Of course she did... but it took years.” Jack said. “Years?” Troy asked, shocked. “Yep. I met your mother my first year in high school. She finally opened up to me our last year in college.” Jack chuckled. “Wow.” Troy muttered in shock. “Troy, if you care about Brett the way you say you do, you cannot push him. Pushing him will only make it worse.” Jack replied. “But, it's so hard. I can tell something is going on at home, something that is making him unhappy. I just don't know what it is, and I don't know how to help him. I want to help Brett be happy.” Troy sighed. “I know you do, but it takes time for guys like that to open up. Just be yourself, bud. If you do that, Brett will trust you.” Jack smiled. “Thanks, Dad. Good night.” Troy grinned. “Good night, son.” Jack responded. Troy went back into his bedroom and fell into a deep sleep.

At school, Troy is at his locker, getting his notebook.

Troy at his locker.

He stares at a picture of a smiling Gabriella pinned inside the locker door. He closed the locker door and began to aimlessly wander down the crowded halls of East High. He smiled warmly as he made his way through the crowds of people, who ogled him. Seeing a familiar-looking, scrawny Asian boy about to fall, Troy’s gripped around the boy’s arm, and gently pulled him up. "Whoa, buddy are you– Brett? Are you okay?" Troy asked in genuine concern. Brett looked up into the ocean-blue eyes of Troy. "Brett?" Troy asked in concern. "What?" Brett replied sharply. Troy stood looking at Brett in stunned silence. "I don't do time-wasters, Golden Boy." Brett said, looking at Troy with a cold, dead glare. Troy looked blankly at Brett, but caught onto the meaning behind the Asian's words. "You think I was wasting your time?" Troy asked, shocked. "I just came here, and you came to save me — again, Troy!" Brett spat his name. "Whatever happened, I'm sorry." Troy said, genuinely; gently letting go of Brett's arm. "Class starts in five minutes." Troy chuckled. Feeling his resolve shatter, Brett found the ghost of a smile begin to form on his lips. "Yeah, I guess it is." Brett said apologetically. Troy blushed at the response, running his hand at the back of his head nervously. "Awww, that's cute Troy." Brett cooed, causing Troy to chuckle. He smiled gratefully at Brett for that. Troy's eyes stared at him with concern, making his conscience beg Brett to tell the truth. "I’m sorry, Troy. I just want you to..." Brett paused mid-sentence, taking a deep breath to try and regain his composure. He gulped, turning pale. "Brett, you know you don't have to hide your feelings, don't you? Bottling them up never ends well." Troy said, his voice calm and soothing. "Letting them out in the middle of a high school hallway also..." Brett murmured. "You're wrong, you know." Troy smiled playfully. "About what?" Brett asked, confused. "You‘re fearing that no one will be there for you. That's not true. Brett, I'll be here when nobody else will, okay? That's a promise." Troy assured. Brett gave Troy a shy smile, and the two walked down the hall in silence. “Just remember, you don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. Trust your heart first and head second.” Troy said in a calm tone. “Okay.” Brett muttered. Troy sighed. “You okay, Brett?” he asked in a genuinely worried tone. Brett nodded. Troy half-smiled. “Can you look at me, please?” Troy asked in a soft-spoken tone. Brett looked at him hesitantly. Troy crossed his eyes and stuck out his tongue. Almost instantly, Brett snickered at Troy’s silly face. Troy used his thumbs to pull his lips out and then his pointer fingers to pull down his eyelids. Again Brett giggled. His squeezed his eyes shut and scrunched up his nose. To top it off, Troy lifted the tip of his nose and started to snort like a pig. Brett just chuckled. He looked up at Brett with a soft giggle. “Whenever you're ready to talk about something that’s bothering you, just let me know. I'll listen, Brett-sticks.” Troy responded with a charming smile. A blushed Brett nodded at him. “Hey, it's our favorite new kid.” Chad called out, smiling. Brett blushed, making Troy chuckle. “How are you today, cutie?” Taylor asked. “Are you okay, Brett?” Gabriella asked. “He's just having a rough morning, guys. Let’s give him some space.” Troy said gently. The gang nodded and they went to Homeroom. “Nothing is wrong, Troy.” Brett smoothingly reassured, but it was a lie. Troy sighed and squeezed his eyes shut. He opened his eyes and nodded. “Just tell me this: Are you really okay?” Troy asked in concern. “I’m fine. Really.” Brett whispered in a reassuring tone. “Okay, Wildcat. I just... I care about you. I'm super proud of the way you opened up to me yesterday after Bobby. You trusted me enough to tell me about yourself, and what you are going through. From what you’ve told me so far Brett, you took a huge step. I'm so proud of you. I know it doesn't seem like much, but you're doing amazing. You're slowly but surely healing.” Troy replied, smiling warmly. Brett nodded. “Now let’s be positive, Wildcat. Basketball practice is next.” Troy said. Brett nodded. “Gabriella would understand. She won’t be mad at you.” Troy insisted. “What about the others?” Brett whispered. Troy scoffed light-heartedly. “Yes, them too, buddy.“ Troy smiled proudly. Brett’s cheerful expression quickly demolished, and turned to deep sadness. "Troy... H— Have you ever wondered what... dying is like?" Brett asked. "Where'd that come from?" Troy let his head roll to the side to look at Brett. Brett continued to gaze towards the floor as Troy watched him. "Nowhere. Just thinking." Brett replied eventually. He rolled his head to come face-to-face with Troy. “Don’t say that, Brett. You are far too young. And I know it's hard to fathom sometimes, but you have to believe that there is always something positive that changes someone’s bad day, always. I might not have known you for as long as I wish I had, but it seems to me that in your short life, you taught so many people so much – about strength, hope, friendship, bravery... you are the epitome of a warrior. You're fighting a long, hard battle and your body is too tired to fight anymore, but keep on fighting. And you, Brett – you have so much living left to do. You're strong, you're brave... you're fierce! You have many years ahead of you, filled with dream after dream I have no doubt you will achieve. I also have no doubt that what you are going through will allow you to help others in the future. You're destined for big things, Brett, and I hope you know that I will be right there by your side through every goal that you reach, cheering you on and making sure everyone knows that that amazing guy right there... he's with me.” Troy said in a graceful tone. Brett’s smiled amusingly.

All he wanted was to help Brett. He wanted Brett to be happy all the time, not just when leaving school. But there was something going on at home that was stopping that, something was going on to prevent Brett from being happy all the time. There were no physical signs of abuse and from what he knew, there were clear signs of mental abuse. Troy arrived at Principal Matsui's office. He sat down on the wooden chair as the Principal looked to him. “Sir, I've wanted to talk to you about a very serious reason. I met a boy named Brett yesterday who is new to East High, Sir...” Troy said with a serious face. “You know I love helping people, but I just wish I could help this one, poor kid out. His name is Brett. Sir, you need to understand something. I have a feeling Brett has a past he doesn't want to talk about to anyone.” Troy continued. “Yes, well, keep a close eye on him, Troy.” Principal Matsui stated. “I’ve been hanging out with him, Sir. Seeing him so vulnerable hurts me.” Troy cut him off sympathetically. “I understand that, Troy. Do you think it’s because of Bobby Hatchery?” Principal Matsui asked. Troy stood up in his chair, feeling sick. “I don’t think so, Sir. In my opinion, I think it’s something much worse. I feel like something terrible is going on at home that is causing Brett to be more closed off and quiet. But he has no signs of abuse, no bruises or cuts or anything. Sir... Before I came in here, Brett asked me about what it would be like to... die.” Troy replied, shaking his head in sorrow. “Firstly, Troy, you must calm down. We've called home several times and they say he is fine. At home, he is loud and happy and talks non-stop. He is just not very social at school.” stated Principal Matsui. “Do you believe that?” Troy asked in concern. “No, we've got no proof of anything being wrong, other than his shyness but that just proves he is a shy boy who doesn't talk much.” Principal Matsui said. “With all due respect Sir, I will do my best to help Brett, but if he confides in me his deep, personal secrets, I'm not going to betray that and tell you what he says. But, Sir, you've got to respect my choice to keep some things I may find out a secret.” Troy said. “Anything that is not life-threatening you can keep quiet, Troy. But if it is child abuse or something more serious, I need you to tell me as soon as possible, is that understood?” Principal Matsui asked. Troy nodded in agreement. “He is going to be in class right now. Just keep a close eye on him when you see him, and act like your normal-self, Troy.” Principal Matsui said. Troy nodded. “I will. Thank you, Sir.” he said. Troy stood up and left. He just hoped he could help Brett. By the way Troy described him, he was worried he'd never be able to help this boy out of his shell.


"Where are you going?" Taylor asked curiously. "Home..." Brett said softly. "I'll walk with you. I have nothing to do this afternoon." Taylor offered. Just as Brett opened his mouth to protest, most of the gang said they'd walk home with him too. "No that's okay, I have to run really quickly and it's kinda a long walk." Brett reasoned nervously. "If it's really that long of a walk, I could drive you." Troy offered. "I um... My mom doesn't let me drive home with people she doesn't know. She's very strict." Brett lied. "That's a lie." Sharpay stated, turning to face Brett as the group stopped near the fountain. "No, no it's not a lie. Why would I lie?" Brett chocked on his own breath. "That's what we're trying to figure out but all you do is lie to us!" Sharpay exploded. "You don't know that" Brett said softly. "Brett. We do. We know that something is happening to you at home." Taylor said. Brett stared blankly at the group. "Brett, this morning was so heart-breaking." Kelsi said softly. Troy noticed Brett trying to open his mouth to speak, but all that managed to leak out were tears. "Your parents are the ones missing out, not you. I'm sure they are thankful to have you." Gabriella said. "No! You don’t know that!" Brett cried. "But we do Brett, you shouldn't have to feel like your greatest regret is you aren't good enough for your family. I mean, Troy talked to Principal Matsui about how you were thinking about hurting yourself." Sharpay argued. "Troy!" Brett exclaimed, hurt radiating in his voice. "I told you that because I didn't think you would tell anyone!" Brett panicked. "Brett, I was just trying to help." Troy tried to explain softly. "Oh by blurting out my deepest feelings?" Brett said, sarcasm dripping from his tone. "I thought I could trust you!" he finished coldly. "We thought we could trust you! You've been lying to our faces." Troy retorted, angrily. "Just tell us the truth." he continued, his voice softening considerably. "You don't understand!" Brett said weakly. "We're trying to Brett!" Troy said desperately, throwing his arms up. Brett closed his eyes. "Just stop. Stop trying to figure me out. Stop pretending you have me figured out!" Brett cried. After taking a pause his voice was soft and slow but stern. "Just. Stop." he exclaimed. He turned to try and escape the company of everyone, but was stopped when Troy grabbed his wrist. "Brett..." Troy whispered. "Fuck off!" Brett begged quietly tears falling down his face. He turned to run off of the East High campus. When Troy tried to run after him, Gabriella pulled his back. "Just let him go, Troy." She whispered remorsefully. Troy sighed. What was going on with Brett and how could he take away his pain?

The next morning, Troy spotted Brett at his locker. Troy tapped Brett on the shoulder. Brett hand flew up to his heart. Turning around, his eyes met Troy's deep blue ones. "Oh, hi." Brett whispered meekly. "Hey..." Troy said softly. "So about yesterday..." Troy trailed off nervously. "It doesn't matter." Brett said. "It does matter Brett, what's going on with you is important to me. To everyone who loves you." Troy tried to reason with him. Brett shook his head, grabbing the final book he needed for his first period class. "Don't worry about me." He said softly, shutting his locker. "I have to go anyway." Clutching his books to his chest, he walked past Troy. As he watched Brett disappear into the masses of people, Troy felt helpless as he called out his name softly, knowing he wouldn't hear him. Troy let himself fall back against the locker, supporting his body. Frustrated, Troy let his head bang against the cool metal of locker, releasing some of the frustration. He closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair as he let out a groan. Maybe if he gave Brett some space he would come around. Or at least he hoped so. Later that day, Troy watched Brett carefully as he stood with Taylor and Chad at Taylor's locker. He watched Brett struggle to remember the combination for the fourth time this week. He sighed, wishing he could help Brett somehow. Brett looked completely and utterly drained of any source of energy. "Maybe it's time we try talking to him again?" Taylor suggested. Troy looked down at Taylor and sighed. "I just have no idea what to say to him." he confessed. "Every time I try to talk to Brett, either he avoids me completely or he puts up this wall in the first few moments. So basically our conversations that never last more than five minutes are restricted to how school or basketball is going." Troy sighed deeply. "I know. I have Chem with him and he won't go any further than what the Chem homework was or what's going on in the class." Taylor replied. "And it's killing me, because there is something clearly wrong and he won't say a thing. I guess it's time for today's attempt." Troy said, clearly frustrated. Taylor nodded slowly. "Good luck." she said hopefully. Troy strode towards Brett trying to remain calm, cool and collected.

Troy at Brett’s locker.

"Good morning." he said coolly. "Morning. How are you?" Brett asked. "I'm good. You?" Troy asked. "Fine." Brett answered simply. "You look a little tired." Troy observed carefully. "You know... it's Friday. I guess everyone's tired." Brett answered. Troy nodded, slowly. "I know, but are you sure you're alright?" he asked carefully. "I'm fine Troy." Brett responded quickly. "I should go anyway. Um, I have um, to get to class." Brett lied, hoping to avoid the probing of Troy. "Okay. Bye." Troy said softly, as he watched Brett turn and walk slowly down the crowded hallway. "Damn it!" Troy muttered angrily, banging his fist against the metal locker.

The next morning at school, Troy looked tired and emotionally drained, barely speaking two words as he rustled through his locker for the books he needed for the morning. "Hey what's up, Captain — are you ok? You look a little out of it... is it Gabriella? Is she okay?" Chad asked. Troy nodded. He closed his eyes for a moment, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger before turning to face his friends. "No, it's Brett... He's pretty depressed about something, I can feel it... he's a bit of a mess." Troy said. "Oh man." Chad said solemnly. "Poor Brett. Troy, only you can understand what Brett's going through in a way none of us can. It's so sad..." Gabriella sighed sadly. "Do you think Brett would be up for Tay and Gabs to talk to him later? Or would we be better off leaving Brett to have some space for a few days?" Chad asked. Troy shook his head. "To be honest, I think Brett could use all the support we can give him right now. He's going through a bit of a down patch and letting him know we are here for him can only help." Troy replied. Chad and Gabriella nodded their agreement. "Hopefully we can keep Brett's mind off things. I might give my Mom a call at lunch-time and see how I can support our newest Wildcat." Troy sighed. "You know man..." Chad commented, placing a hand on his best friend's upper back. "You are one pretty awesome guy. We can all see how Brett has been so strong through everything but you man... you've been just as strong for him." Chad finished. "He's right, Troy. No one could ever question your commitment to Brett. It must be so hard to sit by and watch him suffer but I would be willing to bet that the thought of walking away from it all has never even once crossed your mind." Gabriella added. Troy looked at Gabriella at the sincerity in his eyes and emotion in his voice.

As soon as Troy set one foot into the boy’s locker-room, it took him a split second to hear the muffled sobbing. Another split second to hear a small gasp and the sniffing that comes when you try to stop crying, and yet another second to decide that he was not going to walk right back out the door. With a strong obligation taking hold of him, Troy walked over to one of the rows of lockers. There, sitting with his legs pulled up to his chest was the tear-stained, red faced Brett Shimura. “Brett?” Troy said calmly. The Asian boy stayed silent as Troy walked in. “Brett?” Troy said. He felt his heart begin to break as he sat beside Brett, watching the little Asian boy cry into his hands. “What's wrong?” Brett holds his breath and whirls around, the tears still running down his face. Tears ran unceasingly from Brett's eyes, spread down his cheeks. His eyes are reddened and raw and bloodshot and caught somewhere between anger and horror. Brett weeps softly but desperately gasps for breath. "Jason..." he managed between tears "He's gone." Brett finished. Troy started rubbing gentle circles across Brett's back as he continued to cry. "W— Who’s Jason, if I may ask?" Troy asked carefully. "M— My brother..." Brett sobbed. Troy stared at Brett shocked. "I am so, so sorry, Brett." Troy reached down and took his hand in Brett’s, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'm alone." Brett whispered between sobs. "No. You're not." Troy continued. Chocking back a sob, Brett buried his face in his hands as he wept. "You're never alone." Troy whispered. Brett cried, one hand rushing up to cover the tears still running down his face. Troy examined the broken Asian. When Brett didn't stop crying, Troy took hold of his wrist and guided it down to reveal the poorly-hidden expression. Brett flinched a bit at Troy's touch. He was heart-broken to see Brett frozen in place with silent tears streaming down his cheeks. Brett looked so broken and it immediately crumbled Troy's resolve. Brett began trembling as he tried to contain his sobs, which Troy was quick to notice. Troy simply sat there, holding Brett's hand as Brett continued crying. He looked at Troy with cold eyes. "Troy, don't do this." Brett sighed. "Do what?" Troy asked, without breaking eye contact. "This 'getting-to-know-me' thing. Talking about feelings thing. You wouldn't understand." Brett replied. "Why? What's wrong with sharing your feelings?" Troy replied calmly. "Forget it." Brett snapped. "Talk to me, Brett. I can tell something else is up." Troy said, trying to capture Brett's attention. "Brett, you got to stop bottling up your feelings." Troy said carefully. "Why are you pretending to care?" Brett demanded. "You have to listen to your heart. The person inside you is screaming and you're trying to press him back." Troy said. Brett proceeds to cry. Troy felt a sharp, unwelcome pain in his heart and as he had known all along, it hurt when he realized how sad Brett really was. Brett began to tremble even harder. With his lips quivering and tears running down his face, Brett breathes before composing himself. “Never believe that you’re disappointing, or that you’re anything less than what you are, Brett. Never.” Troy firmly says. Brett slowly nods his head, his dark chocolate brown eyes glistening slightly. "Whoa, stop right there." Troy placed his hand on Brett's face to make him look at him and took one of his hands. "Never think that you don't deserve anyone, because you do. Brett, I don't care if you have a messed up life. You didn't come up with it. It wasn't your fault and don't blame yourself because, it's not your fault. Everyone has their own way of working through things and this is your way and I have no problem with it. I just don't want you to hurt yourself because... Brett, I care about people and it kills me that you're hurting and it also hurts me to know that I wasn't there for you when your brother died, and your Mom and Dad not loving you. I want you to know that no matter what happens, I will be there right by your side because that's where I want to be and I want you to know that you can always come to me even when you're trying to be strong. My arms are always opened for you if you just need to let out a cry because Brett, breaking points are not very healthy and it hurts me watching you have that breaking point. So please don't you ever say that you don't deserve anyone because I can't picture myself seeing you pessimistic." Troy stated. Brett had tears in his eyes as he looked in Troy's eyes who also had tears in them because he hated that Troy thought he wasn't good enough for him so Brett wiped away the tears away from his face with the pad of his thumbs. Troy slowly pulled away but rested his hand on Brett’s shoulder. "So will you please stop doubting yourself and just believe that I care about you?" Troy asked in genuine concern. Brett nodded his head before opening his eyes to look in his. "That's what I want to see." Troy gave Brett a smile before pulling away from him. Brett nodded his head with a small smile on his face before looking at him. "Do you think I'll ever be okay?" Brett asked. "You know what? I think you will..." Troy nodded his head. "I mean having me as a friend, it's my job to make sure that you're okay so that will be my mission. So, what do you say that we go have a day of being optimistic?" Troy smiled proudly. Brett smiled, nodding his head. "I think I would like that." He replied. "Then it's settled." Troy smiled before standing up from the bench and held out his hand for his friend. "Are you up for getting some lunch?" Troy asked. Brett thought about it for a minute and nodded his head as he reached out to Troy's hand who helped him stand up and they gave each other a smile before walking down the stairs and on their way to the cafeteria. Troy, finally giving Brett the acceptance he's craved and needed for so long, then exchange glances — it's a poignant moment that most definitely hints at a beautiful friendship.


The Start of Something New

In his bedroom, Troy lays on his bed, thinking about calling Brett. He gets up and grabs his cell-phone, dialing Brett's number. He raises the phone up to his ear, the phone line ringing from the other side. "Hello?" Brett whispered. "Brett? Are you okay?" Troy asked in genuine concern. "Yeah. I'm fine." Brett quickly cleared his throat, trying his best keep his voice level. "I was just... watching Bambi. I always cry when the mom dies. Did... Did you need something, Troy?" Brett said.

Troy calling Brett.

"I wanted to apologize, for what I did at the locker-room." Troy apologized. "Troy, you don't have to—" Brett said. "Yes, I do. Do you think you could come by my place tonight? Please?" Troy insisted. Silence. "Give me twenty minutes?" Brett asked. "Okay." Troy's voice bubbled with a nervous excitement. The second Brett stepped inside Troy's house, he was greeted with a big bear hug from Lucille. "Brett, it's so nice to finally meet you. Troy has told us so much about you!" Lucille said happily. She released Brett. "You can call me Lucille. We are so happy you're here." she smiled gracefully. "Thank you." Brett smiled politely. "Mom, like I said before I called Brett, he is really shy upon first meeting. Give him a chance to warm up to you." Troy said with a soft smile. Lucille nodded and headed into the kitchen. Troy smiled at Brett. "Sorry, I should have warned you about my mom." Troy apologized sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's okay. I just need to get comfortable." Brett chuckled. "Come on, I'll show you my room. Then we can go outside and shoot some hoops." Troy said. The Japanese boy blushed. "I think I'm going to start calling you Bashful or Blushy." Troy chuckled. Brett was so red making Troy laugh even more. Brett looked away, hiding his face. "Oh no..." Troy laughed went over to him and made Brett look back at him. "No more hiding, Wildcat. You need to embrace your awesomeness to the world." Troy said. Brett laughed but nodded. "I'm done. Come on, follow me." Troy said. They walked down the hallway to Troy's bedroom and went inside. Brett looked around and giggled softly. "Wow, I guess it's safe to say you hate basketball." Brett joked, chuckling sheepishly. Troy laughed with him. “Oh yeah, with a passion." he chuckled sarcastically. "So... what do we do now?" Brett asked shyly. "Whatever you want to do. It's your day. Today is all about you." Troy said, smiling happily. That made Brett blush. "I— I don't know. Um... I just normally do what people tell me." Brett stated. "I'll give you options and you can pick." Troy said. "Can't you just tell me what to do?" Brett asked. "I did. I said you have to pick, that's what you have to do. We can play basketball, like I said earlier. We can watch a movie. If you don't like those ideas, I can come up with more." Troy suggested. Brett was quiet for a minute. "Basketball, I guess..." Brett chuckled awkwardly. Troy laughed. "Okay, basketball it is." Troy smiled warmly. Troy led him outside. "If I were to ask you who or what makes you happy, would you tell me?" Troy asked carefully. Brett walked over to the edge of the yard and looked out. Sighing, Troy went over to Brett and put a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Brett. I didn't mean to push so hard. I just... I hate seeing you so sad and I want to help make you happy anyway I can. I can only do that if you talk to me and tell me the truth." Troy said. He frowned as Brett pulled away ever so slightly. "What's wrong?" Troy asked. "Nothing. Nothing." Brett lied, forcing a smile. Troy noticed a faint discoloration on his cheek. "What is that?" Troy frowned. "What's what?" Brett asked. "That." Troy saw the mark on Brett's cheek, revealing a tiny bruise on his face. "Who did this to you?" Troy asked, a flush of rage and concern in his eyes. Brett said nothing. "This is why you've been acting so weird lately, isn't it? You've been hiding this from me all this time." Troy realized. Brett stayed silent, his eyes started to swell with tears. "Brett, don't cry. Don't cry." Troy pleaded. "It's going to be okay." The blue-eyed jock forced a weak smile as he looked into Brett's eyes, his dark brown orbs trapped in a state of absolute terror, causing a lump to form in his throat. "I'm going to make sure this never happens again. I just need you to tell me who did it." Troy promised. Brett stayed silent. He blinked slowly as the tears continued to rain down his face. "My... parents." Brett whispered, barely slipping past his lips. He saw Troy's eyes widen. "Your parents did this to you?" Troy asked, his face in utter disbelief. "Before it was just s... slaps to the face. Then they started... chocking me. And after school yesterday..." with every word, Brett's voice began to tremble more, a strangled sob escaping his lips as he chocked "My dad, he..." Brett sobbed. He buried his face in his chest as he cried, gently wrapping his arms around himself. "How long has this been going on?" Troy asked, heart-broken. "The abuse? Since I was seven." Brett revealed. "Why didn't you tell me?" Troy asked concerned. "I didn't want you to hate me." Brett sobbed. Troy pulled away from him ever so slightly, his ocean-blue eyes trying to meet Brett’s dark brown orbs. "Hate you?" Troy asked, stunned. "You think that I'm special? My own parents don't even want me." Brett hung his head in shame. "I'm worthless." he cried. Troy could hardly believe his ears. "Brett, look at me..." he told Brett, gently placing a hand on his shoulder, forcing Brett to meet his eye. "You are not worthless. Or unwanted. Or unimportant. Remember what I said to you on the first day of school? You are the epitome of a warrior. You are amazing! Now how many people can say that? Brett Shimura, you are the most confident, kind, amazing person I have ever met. And there is nothing that could ever make me hate you." Troy emphasized. Brett stared at Troy for a moment, the rivers of coming to a stop at his friend's kind words. "You really... you really think I'm that important?" Brett asked in a pessimistic tone. Troy gave him a brief smile. "I do." Troy said warmingly. "My parents don't think so. They despise me." Brett said, giving Troy a heart-broken look. "I don't know." Troy simply said, not knowing what to say. "I work so hard to please them. To give any reason to love me. But all they do is hurt me." Brett's eyes stung as a new river of tears began to form. "I know." Troy quickly pulled Brett into his arms as the skinny Asian wept, gently rubbing small circles across his back as Brett trembled in his arms. "It's not your fault, Brett. Never forget, it's not your fault." The blue-eyed jock gently said. "Does anyone else know about this?" he asked. "No. No one." Brett answered between sniffles. "You can't tell anyone!" Brett insisted, recognizing the look on Troy's face. "Promise me you won't tell anyone." Brett begged in fear. "Brett, you can't go back to that house. Please, let me help you. I can tell my parents and get you to—" Troy begged. "No! I can't leave them, Troy. They are all I have." Brett pleaded between tears. "Okay, okay." Troy gently said, blinking slowly. "I promise I won't tell anyone. But you need to do something for me." Troy choked out. "What's that?" Brett sniffled. "Spend the night." Troy said firmly. "Spend the—" Brett's eyes widened in disbelief. "Troy, my parents will literally murder me." "I have an idea. Wait for me while I talk to my parents. I'll be back as quick as I can." Troy promised. A little while later, Troy came back, smirking at Brett.


Get'cha Head in the Game


What I've Been Looking For


Stick to the Status Quo


When There Was Me and You


Bop to the Top


Breaking Free


We’re All In This Together




  • Considered to be one of the most good-hearted and decent characters in the entire series.
    • To the students of East High, Troy is the definition of goodness and heroism, and in turn, they constantly praise Troy and treat him with the utmost admiration and respect.
  • He is the perfect compliment to social outcast, Brett Shimura. Troy is the only one of the Wildcats that admires Brett for being Brett, and doesn’t need Brett to step outside of his comfort zone and impress himself to have respect for himself and a desire to become Brett’s only friend.
    • Troy is put in a situation that results in him gaining insight into Brett’s personal life, and what Brett has to put up with from judgment. This gives Troy an ability to empathize with Brett in a way that no one else can.
    • Troy also goes out of his way several times to ensure that Brett’s time and effort expended on two separate seasons do not go to waste. He expects nothing in return for this, but to see Brett happy.
    • While deeply caring about Brett, Troy becomes the torch bearer of happiness for him, lighting Brett up to give him light and warmth.
  • Troy helps LGBTQ outcasts, excessively standing up for them, and deeply caring about the community.
  • In a series that highlights the ruthlessness of some students in high school, Troy serves as a beacon of light. After all, Troy is a popular jock. He is more than just a popular kid — he is the exception.
  • Troy is a lover, and a fighter. Despite holding steadfast to his own moral convictions, and having a propensity to act on impulse, which probably results in him throwing himself into potentially dangerous situations to protect the people that he cares about, Troy could...