Disclaimer: I do not own HSM, and I am in no way affiliated with Disney or it's characters.

Okay, here it is! So I really like the story, I thought of it a weeks ago. But I'm not sure how I feel about this first chapter. If it doesn't live up to your expectations, the next chapter will be better! Tell me what you think; I WANT ATLEAST 5 REVIEWS BEFORE I POST THE NEXT CHAPTER. (I know, I'm mean. )

Troy Bolton stepped into the halls of East High.

At precisely that moment, all the females in the hall looked up from their lockers, sighing dreamily and mentally swooning.

The boy was hot.

Troy walked to his locker, oblivious to the longing looks cast by all the girls in the hall. Opening his tall, flaming red locker, he greeted his friend Chad. "Hey dude," he murmured, stuffing his backpack into the much too narrow locker, and retreiving his books. Chad didn't answer. "Dude?" Troy asked, uncertainly. Chad finally pulled his head of his locker, a flustered expression on his face.

"Girls are fucking stupid!" he cried. Troy chuckled, shaking his head. Troy and Chad were unaware that all of the girls were watching them, and the boys were glaring jealously because most of the girls watching Troy dreamily were their girlfriends. They'd never had that effect on them.

And suddenly, the tables turned. All male heads swiveled around, grins painted on their faces, while their girlfriends scowled in jealousy.

Gabriella Montez had entered the building.

As if in a slow motion movie, she strode through the doors of East High with confidence. The girls pretended they didn't notice the bulges in their boyfriends pants. But oh, how they noticed.

Troy looked up, and oxygen was ripped violently from his lungs. His angel was here. Chad looked up,"Gabriella's here," he guessed, as he registered Troy's mesmerized expression. Troy simply nodded, unable to form words. Gabriella headed to her locker, while the boys gazed at her hungrily. They wouldn't dare put a move on her – they couldn't; she was strictly Troy's property. Troy would kick their asses if they layed a finger on her gorgeous body. Troy was, for the most part, a friend of theirs. They weren't super close, they didn't talk about much deep stuff, but they hung out. They were all in the same social group, and that automatically made them friends. Troy was a good guy. He didn't act like a celebrity, even though he was. He didn't hang out with the 'lower class' but he didn't give them a hard time, either. And although these were likeable qualities, they kind of backfired. Being such a good person made Troy, well, a hero. And that put all of the other guys in his shadow. But they didn't hate him because of that.

They watched as Troy walked over to her locker, the goddesses realm. They bit their lips as he wrapped his arms around her from behind, murmuring something sweet in her ear. Gritted their teeth as she turned around in his strong arms, grinning, to wrap her arms around his neck and gently pecked his lips. Gabriella Montez was every boy's reason to hate Troy Bolton.

Not satisfied with this small peck, Troy brought his hand up to the back of her neck, to capture her lips once more in a passionate kiss that curled his toes. Smiling into the kiss, she kept one arm around his neck, and ran the other hand through his chesnut hair. A good minute later, they pulled away slightly breathless. Troy kept his arms around her, unwilling to let her go. It was the best feeling; having his world in his arms. "So," he started, resting his forehead against hers, a satisfied smile planted on his face. "Chad's having girl issues." Her chocolate eyes twinkled, making his heart skip a beat. "Again?" she giggled sweetly. Grinning, he pecked her lips once more, unable to resist. "Girls are fucking stupid!" Chad exlaimed again, as he approached the couple. "Not mine," Troy stated, resting his chin on the top of her head. Watching from afar (well, down the hall), the scene was like a movie. The happy friends, the flawless couple, with perfect lives. But in a movie, the plot would close in on the character lives, revealing imperfections.

But the lives of Troy and Gabriella were perfect.

First, They had loving parents. And understanding parents – that was a biggie. Their parents were aware of the fact that Troy and Gabriella had a sex life. And they actually allowed their children to (sometimes) stay the night at the others house. And at the same time, they were responsible parents, teaching their children important lessons and values.

Second, they were both immesely popular. Even before they had joined forces, they were worshipped by the school's population. She was everything every girl wanted to be: sweet, funny, confident, and stunningly gorgeous. And he was everything every guy wanted to be: funny, confident, daring, and hot. The two had celebrity status throughout all of East High, and even beyond the school boundaries.

Third, they were equal. Make no mistake; he was not stronger, she was not smarter. He played basketball like it was his life, and he was as worshipped on the court as he was in the school. She was on the school swim team and ran cross country, giving her long and smooth legs that were eyed by all males. And she wasn't bad at basketball, in fact, she and Troy played some intense games. He could hit harder, but she could run faster. And although she was an incredibly smart girl, enrolled in all of the AP courses and scoring high on all of her exams, Troy was far from stupid. He too, was enrolled in some AP classes and always brought home a good grade.

And fourth, they were in love. Completely, undeniably, irrevocably in love. His heart melted everytime he caught sight of her gorgeous chocolate eyes. Her heart rate picked up speed everytime he was close to her. He lost his breath everytime she walked into the room, stunning and beautiful as always. Her knees lost some of their strength everytime he touched her. That was simply the way it was.

Perfect.
Or was it?