People, please be easy on me, this is my 1st FF. Please R&R. I don't own HMS. I only own Rose, Lydia and David.

Chapter 1

Troy was happy. It was his senior year, he was with the girl he loved, and he was the star of the basketball team. Things couldn't get any better. Even if things were going great, he couldn't stop but think about his ex-girlfriend, Rose. Why did she leave so mysteriously, why didn't she say good bye. Little did he know that his question would soon be answered.

Troy woke up, on the first day of his senior year. the first thing he did was take a shower. Then he brushed his teeth. After that he got dressed and ate. When he got to his school, the first thing he did was hunt Gabriella down. After a few minutes of searching, she came up behind and wrapped her hands around him.

"Good morning, boyfriend," said Gabriella, with a grin.

"What who are you," questioned Troy playfully, pretending not to remember her.

Gabriella playfully punched him in the arm. "Don't pretend not to know me," exclaimed Gabriella, in mock horror. Troy kissed her and they went inside the school.

Although both were dissapointed, they had to leave for 1st period. Troy had a seat a the very back of the class. Damn, were watching that stupid history movie again, Troy thought to himself. He sat back, and within minutes he was fast asleep.

He was with Gabriella, just kissing her, then all of a sudden his ex-girlfriend, Rose, appeared. Her hair was black, and her eyes were hazel. She was wearing her pink wrist guards, like always. Then Gabriella just dissapeared, and Rose started to walk away. He shouted,"wait don't go." But it was as if she never heard him.

He woke up, with a start. Everyone in the room was staring at him. "Mr. Bolton, if your done with your nap, I suggest you concentrate on your schoolwork," said Mr. Dorener, his history teacher.

He walked up to Gabriella's locker after lunch. "Hi, Gabby," he said. "I heard about you're little nap," said Gabriella, stifiling a laugh. "It's not funny,"said Troy, in a scandelized tone. "Troy whose Rose," asked Gabriella, now in a more serious tone. "Rose," Troy, shifted a little," she is just a girl I met a few years back.""Oh," replied Gabriella, not completely satisfied. They started to walk, and Troy had just put his arm around Gabriella, then who should walk in the door.