I dont own HSM. The only thing here I do own is Lexa, I can do what i ilke with her...

'Event of the Year- Sharpay and Ryan Evans double birthday do! By invitation ONLY! (Drama Club welcomed)'

Sharpay held out the pink colored flyer in her hands admiring it, this year's event would be the best one to date, because this year she was turning 18, and she wasn't going to let ANYONE steal the limelight.

"Ry!! Come here!" she yelled across the house. "RY!!!"

"I'm coming; jeez you don't have to shout." Sharpay's face dropped as she saw the clothes he had decided to wear to school on the first day back.

"Ryan. I am your sister, and I love you, but if you go to school wearing that I will have to disown you!"

"I don't care. I'm not wearing those stupid clothes you picked out anymore; I gave them to charity and bought a whole new wardrobe." Sharpay could feel her eyes blink at him.

"Ry-"

"Sharpay, I'm seventeen, I've had enough of going to that hell-hole in clothes that will ultimately secure my death sentence. I should never have let you pick out all my clothes in the first place- but if it will make you feel better… I picked out a hat too."

"Lemme see, Lemme see!" Ryan pulled a black baseball cap out of his new bag and pulled it onto his head. Sharpay fought the urge to scream at him. "I… I will deal with this after school. Come on, we're gonna be late."

As Sharpay walked to the school doors she turned to find that Ryan was fiddling with his cap. She rolled her eyes, turned around and walked back to him then proceeded to grab him by the hand muttering how he should have thought about what he was doing before getting rid of his clothes. They walked past the jocks and the cheerleaders, past the band geeks and the skaters before Sharpay pulled Ryan into Ms Darbus' room.

"Gimme a pin, Ry." Sharpay said holding out her hand.

"I don't have one."

"What?" Sharpay spun around. Ryan repeated what he'd said then walked out of the room without another word in search of his locker. He turned right, then left, then right again before colliding with what seemed to be a new student.

"Sorry" he muttered, helping her pick up her things. He reached forwards to pick up the last folder as she did and they both looked up at each other for the first time. He spoke as he handed her belongings back. "Hi, I'm, uh…"

"Nice to meet you, 'uh'." Ryan had to laugh.

"My name's Ryan." He held out his hand,

"Lexa." Lexa took his hand in her small one and gave it a quick shake. "Do you know where I can find," she consulted a small piece of paper, "Ms Darbus?"

"Sure," he indicated for her to lead the way, "your homeroom teacher?"

"Yeah." She had a brilliant smile- it was wide enough that he could see her teeth, but only just- so it wasn't all big and fake.

"Mine too. What subjects are you taking then?" As she shook her head her long, brown hair shone copper in the light.

"You'll think they're silly." She laughed.

"Try me." Ryan took in her clothes; she didn't seem to be aware of the fact that she was gorgeous. Her sneakers were old and tattered, her jeans slightly baggy, and he counted one tee-shirt and two jackets. Then the whole ensemble was topped with a military-style black hat that had obviously been worn a lot.

"Well, I have the usual subjects, you know like: English Lit, Math, science." She didn't bother covering her distain for the subjects. "But I'm also taking Latin, drama, art and dance." Ryan's face lit up.

"You'll probably be in most my classes!" He beamed.

"For real?" She questioned.

"Yup. Tell you what, how about I be your official school guide and first brand new friend at your new school?"

"That would be great." They turned the final corner and Ryan could see the classroom door. He went forwards to open the door, but before opening it he added.

"Oh, and Lexa."

"hhmn?"

"Welcome to East High."

"Remember to all come; it's on Saturday at our place." Sharpay told Troy and the other basketball players.

"What time?"

"Whenever after 6." Sharpay sat in her seat as Ms Darbus entered the room. She scribbled down a note to her brother quickly and passed it to him.

Ryan, what were you doing with the new girl? Remember what happened LAST time there was a new girl?

Ryan sighed as he scribbled a note back.

It's nothing Shar, I'm just getting to know her and

"Ryan, notes? Granted it's not as bad as a cell-phone but nonetheless you have earned yourself detention."

"But…" he silently protested. He groaned as he lay back in his seat. Only to be prodded in the back.

"Hey, Ryan, what's with the clothes?" Troy whispered.

"What, I can't wear what I want to wear?" He whispered back.

"It's just… I'm not being blinded by you… It's a new experience. When you walked in here, I hardly recognised you."

"Don't worry, Troy, I'm sorting him out tonight." Sharpay butted in.

"No, you aren't. I like my new clothes, and I can't stand the stuff you get me, just leave me alone, please."

"Announcements for today, the winter musicale for this year is having auditions today during fifth period. This year has three lead roles, so we're on the lookout for a male lead and two female. As of such, all the auditions will be held as single auditions, I'm sorry Sharpay and Ryan, but you won't be able to audition together as you normally do." Ryan smirked in his seat, silently rejoicing as Sharpay burst out

"But why not?"

"I'm sorry Miss Evans, but everyone needs to be on a level playing field and if I allowed you to do a pair auditions it would bring an unfair advantage."

Lexa grabbed her stuff as soon as the homeroom bell sounded; she left the room and waited for Ryan. She had come a long way to get here and didn't want to lose track of the one person who had spoken to her since she got here. However, before Ryan came out, Sharpay did.

"Listen, you. Ryan is my little brother and I would appreciate you NOT hanging around him, you're making ME look bad, now evaporate short person." Sharpay walked off down a hallway and disappeared before Ryan emerged with his baseball cap history.

"Sorry about Shar. She can be pretty..." He looked at his new hat. "Mean."

"It's fine. Hey, so you signing up for the musical? I know I am!"

"Yeah, I always sign up." He grinned, but inwardly he could only think 'is she going to think I'm gay?' "So. First period?"