He is a hustler, he's no good at all..

Summer was coming to an end and soon school would be starting up again. Oh, the joy of waking of at 5:30 am every week morning was just delightful. As you can see school is not one of my favorite things in life, but then again what kid does enjoy it? Even though I have no issues in school, I mean I'm a straight A student and I do have the friends. It's just I hate having to manage the getting up and dealing with keeping up with the school work. Then there's the other kids who can be a pain in the you know what. But I cope. I was going into my senior year at East High School, the school was decent. I live in the desert also known as Albuquerque, New Mexico. I've lived here almost my entire life, I was born in Detroit Lakes, Minnesota though. There it was green and moist. I can't remember much of it, because my parents and I moved here once I hit 6 years old. I've come to love my surroundings, on the bright side I get a nice tan every summer. Having my brown glowing skin coming back to school each year.

I laid in my bed with my eyes shut and moaned irritated. My alarm clock had went off 5:31 it read as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. It was still dark outside and it was chilly inside my bedroom. I rolled over from my stomach onto my back and looked at the ceiling as I sighed. All I wanted was to drift back to dreamland and snuggle in my bed. But school would be starting soon and I needed to take a shower, bush my teeth, do my hair, and get dressed. I never have time to eat breakfast I would have to wake up a bit earlier if I wanted the time too. I managed to wait for lunch to come around though. Removing my covers and sitting up on the edge of my bed, slipping my feet into my cozy purple slippers. I walked to my bathroom like a zombie and turned the light switch on. The light burned my eyes for a minute then they adjusted. Looking at the mirror in front of me, I saw my reflection and then reached for my tooth brush. After I finished my brushing and showering I blow dried my brunette hair and left it down in it's curls. Walking to my dresser and deciding what to wear, it was going to be a warm day therefore go for something cool. I picked out a simple baby blue tank top and a pair of light colored jean shorts that measured to my fingertips ( don't wanna break dress code, right?) Going back in the bathroom I applied a small amount of blush and lip gloss. I grabbed my bag full of the supplies I needed and a few personal items, I headed downstairs to the kitchen. I checked the clock and it read 5:55 am. My mother was pouring coffee into mugs for both her and my father who was sitting at the table reading the newspaper. They headed out to work around 6 something that's why they were up.

"Gabriella, have a nice sleep?" My mother smiled as she asked.

"Yeah, I better be going. Don't wanna be late the first day back." I faked enthusiasm.

"Have a good day darling." My father told me without even looking from the paper.

"You too daddy. See you guys later tonight." I kissed both their cheeks and was on my way out.

I got into the driver's seat of my white bug and threw my bag in the passengers seat. I put my key in the ignition and was down the street driving to my school. The school was about 20 minutes away from my house and it started at 7:00 sharp. I was never tardy once. Good attendance, good grades, I was a goody good as some people would say. Never getting in trouble and always following the rules. I sometimes wish I could be different to see how the 'bad' side lives, but this was me and I was content. I soon arrived and found a parking space. Getting out and heading into the halls of East High, there were my friends gathered around my locker. I assumed they were waiting for me to arrive.

"Gabby!" one of my friends squealed and ran up to me, hugging me. She had blonde shoulder-length hair, brown eyes, and a petite figure. Her clothes were flashy and expensive, always wearing something pink. It was her signature color, even her car was pink. Her name was Sharpay Evans and she was same age as me.

"Hey Shar." I smiled as she pulled back. "How was Maui?"

"It was fabulous! I wish you could have joined. Ryan was sure missing you." she winked and laughed. Her twin brother Ryan was like obsessed with me ever since I became friends with Sharpay. It was kind of disturbing and annoying. He would always hang around us and just keep asking me random things. He seemed to get nervous around me though, which I found a little cute. Only a little. He once tried asking me out to the movies, but I just came up with an excused saying I was busy with my mom. Lame.

"Whatever, I'm sure he lived." I rolled my eyes as I opened my locker and put my bag in there.

"So what did you do over summer, Gabs?" My other friend asked me while leaning against the lockers beside my own. She was short and had long ruby hair, it was gorgeous. She had green eyes and was a bit chubbier than myself and Sharpay, but not too much. Her name was Allison Dawson.

"It was good I went to the beach, often. My cousin came out and we enjoyed each other's company." I shut my locker and the bell rang.

"Let's get going girls." Sharpay linked arms with the both of us, standing in the middle of course. We all had the same homeroom as we did last year too. Taking our seats, me in front, Sharpay next to me and Allison next to her. We were those inseparable friends that you see. The classroom filled and the teacher soon entered as everyone was seated.

"Ah, welcome to your senior year class! How's it feel? Good? Good." She sat at her desk and made sure everyone was a counted for. "Seems we're missing someone, Mr. Troy Bolton?" she looked around the room awaiting an answer. The class looked along with her and no one spoke.

"I'm here." we all directed our attention to this boy who stood at the door. He had sandy brown hair that swept across his forehead and the most beautiful blue eyes. I swear, they were gorgeous as if you could get lost in them for days. He had a nice built and tanned skin, wearing these dark blue skinny jeans, a black short sleeve shirt, and black vans. He held a black leather jacket in his left hand. What the hell was he doing with that in 100 degree weather?

"A bit late I see, Mr. Bolton." Mrs. Darbus frowned at him. "Take a seat where there's an empty one."

Troy walked down the aisle pass Sharpay and myself, Sharpay checking him out as he passed us. He didn't bother noticing anyone in the room and just took his seat in the back. I glanced back at him and he was leaned back in the chair with his hands in his jean pockets. His eyes were fixed on the teacher looking in boredom as she went on with her 'welcome back' speech. His eyes looked in my direction and I quickly turned my head and bit my bottom lip. I hesitated to look back at the beautiful boy, my eyes found him once again. His attention was directed to his iPhone that he hid from view underneath his desk. He was texting someone and had this intense look on his face. I couldn't help, but wonder who he was talking to. A girlfriend maybe? Or a friend or parent? Sharpay tapped my shoulder lightly and 'psst' me. I snapped out of my thoughts and gaze and looked to her.

"What?" I whispered a bit annoyed.

"I call dibs, just saying." she winked at me, smirking. I just rolled my eyes and smiled a bit in response, he didn't look the type that went for pink girly rich girls. No offence. He looked like one of those guys who was a 'bad-ass'. Or at least thought he was a bad-ass. The class soon ended and my friends and I walked out together.

"So, oh my freaking god. He is fucking gorgeous." Sharpay gushed.

"No kidding, I'd like to help myself to some of that." Allison bit her lip in a sexual way. "Woo."

"He's mine, back the hell off Alli." Sharpay glared at her.

"Just calm down, I doubt he'll go for any of you." I laughed.

"And why not?" they both replied turning to me.

"Did you not see him? Hello, he's one of those guys who probably only dates whores or older chick. Bad-ass chicks." I shrugged. "Ya'know what I'm getting at?"

"I guess, but still you never know unless you try."

"Then go for it Shar, go try." I shook my head with a smile.

"I will, be right back." she grinned and made her way down the hall to Troy who was in his locker.

"Let's go see!" Allison tugged my arm and we walked over to them.

"Um, hi there Troy is it?" Sharpay had a sweet innocent smile plastered on her face. Troy shut his locker and turned his attention to her and licked his lips and had no emotion on his face. He looked her up and down, then spoke.

"Not my type." He said rudely then took a glance at me before turning around and walking away.

"What?" Sharpay practically shouted angrily. "Who the fuck does he think he is? Turning me down? I just said hi. Does he know who I am!"

"Calm down Shar." I put my hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eyes. "He's an ass."

"But he's so hot." she pouted.

"You'll get over it."

The day went on and Sharpay kept whining about Troy turning her down. She didn't understand it, she thought every guy in the world wanted her. Ridiculous, I know. That's Sharpay for you though. It was soon gym, the last period of the day thank God. I walked out of the girls' locker room wearing my red shorts with a white short sleeve top that read 'East High Wildcats', my hair was tied in a ponytail. This was my class with Ryan, the girls had art class. We were having gym inside today, playing volleyball. She divided us into teams and I was stuck with Ryan too. I sighed and rolled my eyes as he got excited. The net was up and the other team was serving, I was in boredom until a certain blue eyed boy came walking in. He didn't wear the appropriate clothing for the class and he headed toward the bleachers. He sat on the middle row and eyed us as we began playing. I caught his attention again for a second, I felt myself bite my lip as I stared at him. Why was I even paying attention to him? He was rude to my best friend and seemed not my type at all. He was one of those 'bad boys' who didn't give a shit about anything. Then again how could I be a quick judge of character, I was never one to judge a book by it's cover. His eyes moved away from me and I looked to the ground and everything went black.

"Gabriella! Gabby, wake up." I heard a fuzzy voice saying as I opened my eyes up slowly. My head was pounding. The first person I saw was Ryan leaning over me with a worried look on his face. I was on the ground, I remember a ball coming towards me and then boom I was out. The coach helped me up to my feet, there was an ice pack on my head and I held onto it.

"Take this one out Montez." The coach patted my back and blew her whistle. "Alright back to the game!"

"Are you okay?" Ryan walked with me to the bleachers. "Do you hurt?"

"Ryan, I'm okay. Go play." I told him as I sat down. "Please, I'm fine."

"Call if you need anything." he put his hand on my shoulder and gave me a look of sympathy. I muttered 'wow' as he walked away. The game started back up and I sat there watching on the side lines with a bruised head. I looked to where Troy was sitting and he was texting on his phone once again. Deciding on whether I should go up there and say something to him. I was curious what he would say. Would he just blow me off like Sharpay? But I wasn't looking for a date or nothing. My feet lifted me up and I found myself walking up the bleachers to him, I sat beside him. He looked at me as he put away his phone. He was confused what I was doing next to him.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"Just sitting." I replied casually.

"Next to me?" his eyebrow arched.

"Yeah, is that a problem?"

"Whatever, do what you want." he turned his eyes back to the game. It went silent between the two of us, I was looking to my ice pack as I took it from my head and sat it in my lap.

"You think you're the shit right? You think nobody's good enough for you." I blurted out.

"What the fuck?" he looked at me. "Where do you get off talking to me like that?"

"It's the truth. That's why you turned my friend down so rudely. I mean look at you."

"I don't think I'm the shit. Your friend, was just annoying. I mean look at her." he had a smug look on his face.

"See.. asshole. Just what I expected." I folded my arms and got up. I was on my way back down as I heard the coach say wrap it up, it was almost time to go.

"Wait." he caught up to me at the floor and grabbed my arm.

"Don't touch me." I yanked my arm away, furious and disgusted.

"I didn't mean that about your friend. On the contrary, I don't think I'm better than anyone." he had an apologetic look on his face.

"Fine, I believe you." I nodded in understanding. "But why won't you go out with her?" I was curious.

"It's not good for me to get into a relationship." he explained. "Plus.. she's really not my type." he gave me a half smile.

"I kinda guessed that." I smiled back.

"See ya." he began headed toward the exit doors. Until I stopped him.

"Why isn't it good for you to get into a relationship?" maybe it was curiosity, maybe it was just me being nosy. Or maybe it was me asking for my own benefit.

"Let's just say.." he looked at me and smirked. "I'm a criminal." he winked at me and walked out.

I bit my bottom lip as I stared out the window of the door. He was a criminal? What was that suppose to mean though? I wanted to know more, he was.. intriguing. But yet I knew he was not good news, not at all. Something told me to stay away, you'll just get yourself into trouble if you bother with him. I didn't care, I wanted to know Troy Bolton.