Just One Touch

The Wildcats had just won the basketball championships, and I, Kelsi Nielsen had been given the game ball. By Troy Bolton. In front of everyone.

"Composer, here's your game ball. You deserve it, Playmaker." Said Troy. Cheers erupted, but I still had no idea what to do with the ball. That is, until Jason showed me. That was even more of a surprise, seeing has how the last time we even talked was in Kindergarten. But he took my hat off, letting my hair fall down. Then he put his arms on top of mine, and guided my me in making the shot.

He looked at me, smiled and walked away. I felt tingles all over my body. If I was bewildered before, I was completely lost now. Why would Jason even look my way? He was the popular jock that could get an girl in the world. Looking back on the weeks events, things had not been as they seemed. Gabriella and Troy were most definitely an item, Chad just asked Taylor out, and they were both psyched about their date. Even Sharpay had Zeke, not the she paid him any heed, but that's Sharpay.

After all the festivities were over, everyone started walking out. Everyone that is, but me. I had to modify one of my songs, and my piano at home was getting repainted. Cats and pianos really do not mix.

I headed for the music department, and got to work. I was getting pretty into the music, when I heard the door open. I just thought it was Ms. Darbus, but surprise, surprise, it was Jason.

"You sound great, Kelsi."

"You know my name…"

"Well, we are in some classes together. I'm not that out of it."

"Jason, I… um… why…" Oh great, I was getting tongue-tied, like I always do.

"Well, I was hoping you were going to follow me, but you're not a clingy person. So I thought I'd just go look for you."

"But why?"

"Well, I'm not sure if you're aware of this, but I'm taking you to the after party. And when that's over, I'm taking you home, walking you up to your door, kissing you goodnight. Then tomorrow, around sevenish, I'm taking you out to dinner."

"Uhhh…" Oh. My. Friggin. God. This couldn't be happening. Jason was asking me out. He liked me. Not some blonde pom-pom bearing cheerleader named Debbie or Nicky. Me. Kelsi Nielsen.

"Oh… well, if you don't want to it's okay… I just… stupid Chad. He told me it worked with Taylor…" Jason mumbled. He looked almost sad, ad really confused. Kinda like I did with the ball. I decided to lead by example. Just like he did with me.

I got up, walked to the door, and grabbed him on my way out. He looked at me curiously.

"We don't want to be late for the after party, now do we?"