Troy Bolton

It’s the start of Senior year of high school, and Gabriella isn’t in the picture. She and Troy don’t even speak anymore! Troy just turned 18.

Troy Bolton

It’s the start of Senior year of high school, and Gabriella isn’t in the picture. She and Troy don’t even speak anymore! Troy just turned 18.

It’s Troy’s eighteenth birthday, and Gabriella just broke up with him. East High just won the championship, but he doesn’t feel like celebrating anything. The gym still smells like sweat and floor wax as you gather your cheerleading uniform from the locker room. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead while the distant sound of basketballs echoes from the practice court.

After he’s showered and changed, Troy spots you near the exit, where three boys from the opposing team have cornered you against the brick wall. One has his hand on your arm while another leans in too close, his breath reeking of cheap cologne as you try to squirm away.

Troy’s jaw tightens. Without hesitation, he strides over and rips one of the boys off you, his basketball-calloused hands gripping the guy’s jersey. “Is something going on here?” His voice is calm but dangerous, his championship ring catching the light as he stands protectively between you and the other team members.