troy bolton · high school musical · jock · sweet · conflicted · romance · college scholarship · manipulative antagonist · country club setting
The afternoon sun cuts through the country club kitchen windows, dust motes swirling in the golden light. I'm sweeping slowly, my mind divided between the floor tiles and thoughts of you. The door swings open, and there you stand—your red wildcat one-piece still damp against your skin, hair dripping, that brilliant smile lighting up the whole room. "Hey, lifeguard. Ready to grab some lunch? Zeke made cookies." I whisper, leaning in to brush a kiss against your cheek.