I'm Just Dancing

Getcha Head In The Game

Chad pov

Detention, Troy and I both managed to get detention on the first day back. When we have close to no time to practice. If it had just been me maybe the team would be okay. But Troy is team captain, the... the team will be just fine because they'll have Coach. Coach, however, will not be fine. I would rather not have to do laps or baskets until I puke because of trying to defend Troy.

* Riiiiiiiiiiiing*

Oh, thank God I can get out of this classroom.

"Sorry, man, See you in detention," I pat Troy's shoulder on my way to the door.

"See you later, It's all good," He isn't looking at me though. He's staring at that new girl, not a shock. She's pretty and Troy has eyes for anyone remotely feminine.

I see Ryan in the hallway and go towards him to thank him again for the basketball, but once I catch up to him I see he's tailing Sharpay and I have no interest in talking to her right now.

Hey, man. Thanks again for the basketball

Hopefully, he'll see the text before he gets to his next class so that he doesn't get his phone taken again.

"Hey, dude!" I run straight into Zeke while still staring at my phone.

"Oh man, I am so sorry." I drop my cell into my pocket.

"Is that a new basketball? It doesn't look near as raggedy." He picks it up out of my hands.

"Oh yeah R- Uh I got it for Christmas," He tosses it back.

"Oh cool! Hope it holds as much luck as your old one because if we lose this game I will not hesitate to blame the ball," he laughs before turning to head to his own class.

"Yeah, yeah, see you at practice," I pull my phone out to check for a reply but still nothing.

I need to go to class anyway.

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The basketball team all has the same gym period as a way to get extra practice in. I am grateful for it today. It'll make missing some of the afterschool practice less painful.

"Dude, you know that school musical thing, did you know you get extra credit for just auditioning?" He blurts it out, less like a conversation starter and more like a secret he just can't keep.

"Who cares?" I can't imagine anyone benefits from audition credit.

He goes on about extra credit could help him get into college and how I don't know if Shaq auditioned for his school musical. Just thinking about Shaq in tights makes me shiver.

"Troy," He really isn't backing down from this idea and I know superstar Troy Bolton doesn't need extra credit to get into U of A basketball.

"The music in those shows isn't hip-hop, or rock, or anything essential to culture. It's, like, show music. It's all costumes and makeup." Great now I am picturing Troy in tights, "Oh, dude, it's frightening."

"I know, I thought it'd be a good laugh," sure, I totally believe that. He is clearly going through something if this is how he is thinking.

"Sharpay's kinda cute, too." Absolutely not, no, he's officially lost his mind.

"So is a mountain lion, but you don't pet it," Hell even a mountain lion is nicer than she is. I look at him to make sure he understands but he is completely gone inside his own head. Probably picturing a whole musical number that proves Basketball and Theatre can coexist. Or he also pictured Shaq in tights and needs to recover.

"Alright Wildcats partner up!" Finally, practice can start.

I don't want to think about any musical if I don't have to and while preparing for the biggest game of the year should definitely be one of those times I don't have to, but now he's in my head about it. I cannot risk losing our captain to drama. I'm gonna have to keep an eye on it so I can nip it in the bud before it becomes an issue.

Practice ends and I head to shower. Getting dressed I pull my phone out again and see I finally have a reply from Ryan.

Ur welcome again :) sorry for the late response I've wrapped up in drama prep all day. Painting sets isn't just for detention haha.