AN: Hey guys! This is my very first fanfic! Enjoy!!! (:

Prologue

Troy's POV:

Ten minutes. Ten frickin' minutes is how long I've been sitting in this hellhole they call homeroom. Everyone around me is in their own little world, while Mrs. Darbus continues to drone on and on about somebody named Julie Hertz. I mean, who the heck is that?! I don't know, and I most certainly do not care.

I can't help but glare at the clock and curse it for moving so slow. Gosh, why won't the stupid bell ring already?!! And that's when I heard it. No, not the bell. A different sound. As I turned around in curiosity like the rest of the class, I noticed that it was the sound of the door clicking open. And in walked heaven itself. She was gorgeous. Like nothing I have ever seen. My breath hitched as her eyes met mine. Her deep brown orbs showed no emotion, yet they seemed to cry out in despair at the same time. Her long luscious hair was loose, and fell to her mid-back. My hand just itching to pull a small wisp of her dark wavy hair away from her eyes. She had on a ton of make up ----- all black. It seemed mysterious, yet the touch of clear lip gloss made it simple. She had a tight fitting black leather jacket on, with a black Ed Hardy t-shirt underneath. The black skinny jeans that seemed to amplify every curve she had, were accessorized with a spiked black belt. Her white and black checkered Vans scuffed across the floor as she shuffled towards Mrs. Darbus. It was then I knew, that no matter how beautiful she was , not many guys in East High were going to approach her like they would for any other pretty girl. Because this girl was definitely Emo. I don't know how I can tell, but for some reason I know she is.

"Troy? Dude… snap out of it!!!" My best friend since kindergarten exclaimed in an attempt to get my attention.

"Huh?" I blinked.

"Dude what's wrong with you?! You were all zoned out like some kind of freak!"

I sighed, then looked at the apparent new girl. "Nothing Chad. Just can't stand being in Darbus' stupid class any longer. I swear I'll be in my grave by the time homeroom's over,"

He laughed. "I know exactly what you mean!"

I looked at Chad and decided that no matter what, I couldn't tell Chad about the momentary feelings I had for some Emo chick. Chad Danforth has been my best friend since forever, but he would freak if he knew I thought the new girl was hot. Well, hot doesn't even justify her… she's beautiful. Oh gosh! What am I saying? I cannot be having these feelings for some Emo chick! I cannot, cannot, CAN NOT! I mean, I'm Troy Bolten for crying out loud! Not trying to sound like some kind of egotistical jerk, but it's true! I'm Troy Bolten the most popular guy in school, East High's golden boy, captain of the basketball team, coached son. Liking an Emo girl would definitely not be approved of. But do I really care? I mean, am I really that shallow? I'm better than that right?

I sigh again, but continue to nod and look interested in whatever Chad's talking about.

It feels so wrong calling her "the Emo girl" or whatever. How about I just learn what her name is and take it from there? Yeah that sounds good.

Feeling satisfied with myself, I continued talking and laughing with Chad while discreetly peeking at the new girl sitting in the corner of Room 209.

Little did he know, this was just the start of on hell of a junior year!