Hey there people. My name is Angeline and I have something important to say, I have two profiles on Fanfiction. Why? Well, one for Disney stuff and Anime stuff, so incase the Disney writers don't like Anime, they won't get alerts for my anime stories and it won't fill up their inbox. Same goes for Anime writers... lol.

And, if anyone who wants me to draw them a picture of High School Musical; anime style, just Pm me, I won't mind at all. I need something to do over the summer. And I could so chibi and cartoons.

Enough about my boring life.

Summary- East High is a prestigious school, excelling in Athletics, Academics and Arts. It's a triple threat school for triple threat students. Sharpay Evans is an aspiring actress/singer. However, she cannot afford to attend school there. It's by far too expensive for the liking of her parents. But when Sharpay heard they had a basketball scholarship there, she had to say yes, even if there is only a boys' team... She would so anything to be in the school of her dreams. Sharpay Centric Troypay

Disclaimer- I asked my mom to buy it for me but instead she swore at me in Tagalog. I would put down what she said but it's very vulgar.

Chapter one: First Impressions are Key

The birds sang their morning song, filling the air with musical tweets here and there. They were perched on a nearby tree, tweeting away, like there was no tomorrow. In a heartbeat, the birds came to a halt. Soon the blissful morning was filled with an alarming clock. The birds puffed up their chest and flew away, finding a new tree to perch on.

Like the birds' singing, the alarm clock came to a halt. A hand smashed down onto the 'snooze' button, killing the annoying beeping. The hand retreated back to under the covers, where a big lump started to move. After a minute of squirming, a girl was revealed. Shr rubbed her eyes, trying to rub away the sleepiness, before sitting up, staring at her surroundings.

"Argh!" she cried, falling back down on her mattress. Once again the covers were over her, covering her entire self besides her blonde locks.

Wake up, Sharpay! Today is the day you go to East High, it's your dream come true...

It was her dream come true. Too bad she was going to be in the Athletics department. To top it off, she's playing basketball; a sport she never played, with a bunch of boys. Yes, her dream come true, not. She didn't want to play with boys who smell like sweat and touch the ball after a sweaty boy touches it, well, that's if she even gets the ball, it's bad enough having to be on a basketball but after that she had to go for drama, tiring much.

But she was the one who wanted to go there, so she had to get her lazy butt out of bed. That's what she did next. Sharpay threw the covers to the floor. That was one task done. Now she had to get off the bed. So she did after a while of fighting with herself.

She trudged to the hallway, making her way to the bathroom. She had to get ready. She was to leave in an hour and a half. That was short timing for her. Then again, she should have gotten up earlier. After a quick ten minute shower, Sharpay started to do her make-up. It wasn't necessary since she was going to play basket. It would just get ruined.

"Shar?" Ryan hollered. He had been knocking on the door for quite a while now, again no answer. "Sharpay!" he hollered again in a louder tone. Ryan needed to use the washroom and the one downstairs was being occupied by his father.

Open up! I need to use the washroom before I have an accident! What is wrong with this girl!?

Before he knew it, the bathroom door flew open, revealing a girl with an angry look on her beautified face. "What?" she asked ever so coldly. Ryan shivered when hearing her icy approach. "Can't you tell I'm busy!?" she asked, pointing to her face.

He leaned in, studying her face which was covered with make-up. "No," he simply replied before pulling her out of the way and entering the washroom himself.

"Well. I never!" Sharpay said to the door, well, mostly to Ryan. She looked into the compact mirror, seeing if her face was flawless as ever. She knew perfectly well her make-up would be ruined but that didn't stop her from applying on the foundation, blush, eye shadow, mascara, eye liner and lip gloss. She had to look perfect and presentable. Who knows, but maybe there are cute boys on the team too.

I should get changed now. What should I wear?

The blonde strutted to her closet as if she was a runway model. She needed to find the perfect outfit that would compliment her skin tone, make-up and attitude. And she had the perfect thing in mind. Pink. It was her most favorite color, the color that she wore everyday. If her outfit was all in another color, she would have pink somewhere in there.

Aha! The perfect outfit! This will surely get everyone's attention.

She put on a baby pink tee, which said 'Drama Queen' on it. It clung to her body, showing her curves. Now all she needed was a perfect skirt. And that was her light blue jean skirt. It indeed was a mini skirt and it showed off her long, tan, silky legs. If she were to bend down, the boys would have to keep their pants on.

She smirked at her hot self in the mirror.

A boy with light brown skin ran up to the only man on the team, the coach. He was wearing a red jersey, basketball practice. The boy with the afro had a bone to pick with the coach. He just heard something awful. Something he just heard from a brainiac or what he calls them, a nerd. "Coach!" He called out. "I heard a girl is joining the team!"

The coach looked the boy from head to toe before, "Yes, Chad, a girl is coming to this team..." Being the coach, he knew about Sharpay's problem but he also had a soft heart so he let her on the scholarship. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"Yes!" Chad exclaimed without a moment's hesitation. "A girl!? This can't be happening. A girl won't fit into the team!" The coach looked at him, not fazed with what Chad just spat out. "Coach, we're boys, we smell, we're rough and we're good at sports! Girls', well, they put on make-up, wear fancy clothes and don't know anything besides fashion!"

"Well, what about the girls who go to this school? The Academic girls" He wondered.

"Look, those Academic girls aren't even girls, well..." Chad had to face the facts. He was dating a girl, an Academic girl. "Look, what I'm trying to say, this goes for all the girls, is they would rather lose a game then break a nail..."

"Don't worry Chad, I heard she is a fantastic player..." he replied, lying through his pearly whites. When Chad left, still not amused, Coach almost whacked himself on the forehead. Sharpay wasn't a good player at all. She tried it once and it didn't turn out so good.

Chad stomped back to his teammates. Everyone started asking how it went, like they couldn't tell by the look on his face. "Troy, you talk to him! He's your father!" Chad told a fellow teammate with shaggy brown hair and piercing blue eyes.

Troy backed away, holding his hands up in front of him. "No way. I talked to him about it last night and he wouldn't budge," he informed his team. "He might be right. I don't know yet, haven't met her..."

Chad shook his head, his afro swaying back and forth when he did. "He better be right because if that girl sucks, I'm quitting this team..." The whole team nodded and murmured in unison. They weren't going to stay on a team with a no good girl, sexist pigs.

"Chad!" Troy said in disbelief. "You can't quit the team!" Chad glared at Troy, still noting believing a word he said. "Look, if she 'sucks', I'm sure my dad will make her sit on the bench or kick her out..."

"Wildcats!" Coach Bolton hollered, signaling them over to him. The team scurried over, dropping

the orange ball in their hands. "You're new teammate is here!" The boys looked around, trying to see this girl of a teammate. Coach looked at the slightly opened door to see a familiar face peeking through. "Sharpay!" he called, waving his hand for her to come.

"Sharpay?" Chad mocked. Never had he heard a name like that before. Actually he did but it was a name for a dog breed, not a girl.

Sharpay walked confidently into the gym with her nose high in the air. The boys jaws fell at the same time as if they were told too by the coach. They had never seen such a hot girl in their lives. Surely they weren't going to drop out of the team now, even if she did suck. Troy, by far was the most startled, he thought he wouldn't meet a hotter or prettier girl than Gabriella, his girl friend. Turns out, he was wrong, very wrong.

The pink material which clung to her body seemed like a second skin, as if it wasn't there and she just painted the pink on. Her skirt was extremely short and it seemed non-existent. Her blonde locks framed her gorgeous face, where a smile, that beat any smile a girl at their school had, lay on her lips.

Damn! She is so hot! Hold on Troy! You can't think like that. You have a girlfriend, sweet, innocent and cute Gabriella. But then again, look at her! No, Troy you can't! Pull yourself together!

Listening to his mind, Troy fixed his posture and closed his mouth before his dad were to say something about manners. "Ahem," he coughed, warning his team members. It didn't work, maybe a louder one would. "AHEM!" he pretended to cough even louder, startling his teammates.

The boys looked around, trying to cover up the fact they were staring at her, mouth wide open and almost ready to drool. "I'm not quitting anymore," Chad hissed to Troy. Troy smiled. He knew Chad was going to say that.

"This is Sharpay Evans, you're new teammate," Coach Bolton finally introduced. He just wanted to introduce her when his team wasn't drooling over her. "Please treat her with respect!" the coach hissed at the 'respect' part to Chad and somewhat at Troy. "Now, Troy!" he said, catching his son off guard. "I want you to show Miss Evans around..."

Troy blinked a couple of times. Sometimes it paid off to be captain of the team and son of the coach. Now his team wished their dad was the coach. If Troy wasn't dating Gabriella, he would ask Sharpay out. If only he was single, he might have a chance with her. And maybe if he was single Sharpay would give him more than a peck on the lips.

This is going to be hard. How can I control myself around her? She's damn hot.

The blue-eyed boy would have to stop himself from having dreams. He looked at Sharpay, giving her a heartfelt smile. He didn't want to let her know she was thinking about her. He got taken back by her playful smirk. He could tell Sharpay Evans was different from all the girls we

ever met. And he knew the school year would be different and unusual from any other school years.

Sharpay stared at the boys staring at her.

God, they are such pigs. Well, except that cute one over there with blue eyes. What's his name again? Oh yeah, Troy Bolton! The guy showing me around... God, I hope he isn't taken.. He is so CUTE! Great, I sound like a crazy fan girl...

She pinched herself to stop thinking about him. She was scaring herself. Sharpay never had called any guy cute before. She thought no guy would fit the ones in her dreams. That's until she met Troy Bolton. Now, the guy of dreams was standing before her.

Troy approached her.

Don't like at him! Don't look at his eyes! Don't!

Even though it was hard to listen to her brain, Sharpay shut her brown eyes and turned her head away. If she looked right into his eyes, she might get lost and never ever come back. Then she remember what she always did when boys came near her.

Play hard to get. Pretend you hate him. Act Ice Queen-ish, like you did in your old school. Oh, but not too much, you might not have any friends since Ryan isn't here.

"So-um, what's your dorm?" Troy asked sticking out his hand.

Sharpay looked down at her hand. In it was a piece of paper with her dorm room. She cautiously handed it to him, not wanting to touch his hand. It looked sweaty. "The Winter Musicale dorms..." She shook her head. "I don't know where it is..."

Troy read the numbers on the sheet. "Well, I have Spring Musicale dorms... our dorm areas are right beside each other," he explained. "Um, room 347... Oh, you share a room with Kelsi, Jason's girl friend." He pointed to a short boy with dark brown hair.

"Great..." Sharpay mumbled .Never in her life has she ever shared a room with someone, besides Ryan but it was only for a year. "Now, take me there!" she ordered, as if she was princess.

"What!?" Troy exclaimed, startled that she was so bossy. "We have practice!" he informed her. "We can't leave now!"

"Well, since I'm new and I need to get settled down, Coach Bolton said I could take the day off..." Troy eyed her. His dad never left anyone miss a practice. "Now, since you must show me around... show me my dorm!"

Troy looked at his teammates who were patiently waiting for him. He then turned to his dad who signaled him to take Sharpay to her dorm. "Fine," he muttered. He couldn't believe he was going to miss basketball to show some hot, new bossy girl around.

Great, you meet the hottest girl ever and she turns out to be a bitch. Well, at least you still have Gabriella.

Shaking his head, Troy thought it would be best if he thought normally. Not as if he was having a conversation with someone. It started to freak him out a bit.

Hmph, Bolton won't miss a game to show me around! How rude! I know a ton of boys who would love to spend time with me... HE wouldn't even miss basketball for me... Well, it's like he likes me anyways. Guess not or he would be all over me... Or he's a basketball lunkhead Ryan warned me about... Note to self, Ryan isn't a dork after all.

Troy grabbed his stuff and walked out of the gym with Sharpay trailing behind him. Good thing other people brought the bags to her room or else he would throw them out. Why couldn't those people bring her to her dorm?

As Sharpay walked, lagging behind her guide, she would look at pictures from time to time. She found them all boring, well, except the Art pictures. She could careless about the other ones. Then she stopped. "Hey, whose this with you?" she asked, pointing at a cute brunette.

Troy backed up. "That's my girl friend, Gabriella Montez..."

She mimed an 'oh' and read what it said under the picture. "Troy Bolton and Gabriella Montez, Spring Fling King and Queen..."

"I could introduce you to her later..." he paused, thinking if both girls would like the idea. For Gabby, she would like to meet everyone. But he didn't know about Sharpay. She seemed mean and icy. "If you want, of course..."

Eck, I don't want to meet you're girl friend, who can't even color coordinate...

"That would be great!" she replied sending him a fake smile. Good thing she was an actress or he could it was fake. "So, what department is you're girl friend in? Sports? I figure since you're in sports and you must be interested in sporty gals..."

She didn't even let him answer. "... No, Sharpay... Gabriella is in the Academics..."

"Ha!" she exclaimed, thinking he was joking around with her. Then she saw how serious his face was. "Really?" she asked, her voice somewhat in shock. "A lunkhead jock and a smarty-arty nerd!" she laughed. That was the funniest thing she had ever heard. The only time she saw a nerd and a jock together were in the movies.

He sent her a glare. "Shut up! What do you know?" he asked her angrily. No one insulted Gabriella. And if someone did, they wouldn't get away with it, no matter hot and pretty they were. "Now hurry up Evans, we got to get to your dorm..."

When Troy referred to her, using her last name, she stopped her loud, annoying laughing fit. "Evans!?" she shrieked. She had never been called 'Evans' in her entire life.

'Evans'!? So Bolton wants to go by last name bases, huh? Well, two could play at that game.

Again, Troy was in the lead. Sharpay was too busy taking in all her surroundings. East High was such a profound school. It beat her old school by a mile. She would have to tell Ryan all about it when she had the time. Maybe he would decide to come here too.

Both of them were mumbling about each other. And all were negative things.

"Who would have thought someone who looked so pretty would turn into such a bitch?" Troy said to himself. He turned around, checking if the blonde was on his trail. Rolling his eyes, Troy focused back on his route to the Winter Musicale dorms.

"Stupid Bolton, calling me 'Evans'... How rude! No one should call another person by their last name..." she angrily told herself, completely forgetting that she referred to Troy as 'Bolton'.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. No Troypay here folks, but there will be later… later… later. Remember Troy is still with Gabby… Then again they can always have an affair… (wink, wink.)

Ja ne; Angeline (Japanese for good-bye… hehe, I'll put good-bye in different languages for each chapter. Next is French!)