It was a nice, cool, Saturday night. The party was jumpin, and the girls were so drunk they didn't care who they danced with. Sharpay had disappeared into the massive crowd of hopping, popping teenagers with Zeke. And, as we all have guessed, Ryan has been left all alone. All alone, and to fend for himself. He slumped in his seat, a beaten couch in the corner of a large basement. It honestly looked like it had NEVER been cleaned. He looked around a tad; the place was dimly lit. And the other teens were snuggled under eachother in every which way. I guess, Ryan thought to himself sadly, this IS the kind of atmosphere to be making out, and making babies… That is when he realized the nasty creature. The big, hairy, long-legged monstrosity. No, it wasn't Sharpay. But…. It was…..a….

"EEEEK! SPIDER!" Ryan yelped and jumped aside, landing in the lap of the person sitting next to him.

"Well…er…Hello there." A deep voice said. Ryan squeaked.

"H-hey! S-sorry about that…"

"Oh… No problem at all, Ducky."

Ryan took this time to look up at the boy under him. He was a muscular built man; he had wavy black hair and stunning green eyes. A strange combination, but Ryan was already finding himself quite attracted to the man under him.

"I'm Jeff." The stronger boy said in that rough tone of his, Ryan had to keep himself from swooning.

'I-I-I'm…err…I'm…uhm…"

"Ryan Evans. The brilliant star of every school musical. Well, until it became a popularity contest, that is."

Oho, he knows me. He knows I like flattery, and he knows my view of what happened at Twinkle Town auditions.

"Why, yes. That is me." Ryan said, a light blush dancing across his soft features.

They talked for a long time, but it seemed like seconds to Ryan. This Jeff was interesting, and he shared all of Ryan's interests. It was almost too perfect, or in this case, rehearsed. But hey, after a few beers the worry melted away. Ryan was head over heels for Jeff, and Jeff had exactly what he wanted.

"God, it sure is loud in here," Jeff said with a flinch "Do you mind if we relocate to a quieter spot?"

"Sure!" Ryan slurred; throwing is arms up in a way that was very uncharacteristic of him.

Jeff led a dazed Ryan up two flights of stairs, and into what seemed like the master bedroom. In the center of the room was a queen sized bed with red sheets, and the walls were littered with pictures of toddlers and, what Ryan guessed, relatives. Jeff dropped Ryan, rather roughly, on the red sheets and began to peck at his neck. Ryan let out a soft sigh of content, but then Jeff's hands went to his pants. He rubbed, and poked and pulled. Red flag.

"No, Jeff…nn… TOO FAR!" Ryan said, a mix of fear and discomfort in his voice.

"Shut it." Was Jeff's reply.

That night, while elderly couples slept in their beds… And while teenagers party, and while children play at their sleepovers. While Gabriella Montez and Troy Bolten made love on the hood of Troy's fathers car, and while Sharpay Evans was chugging beer… Her baby brother, Ryan Evans, was raped.