"When does it end?" Sharpay asked.

"Please tell me it ends now." Ryan agreed with her.

They were sitting there just about to lose their lunch. It wouldn't really make a difference because the lunch at their school was crappy anyway. The cause you ask: Gabriella and Troy. They weren't together or anything but of course Gabriella has been trying since she got through the decathalon or the day of the triple win. Troy was clueless about this though. He thought they were just friends but maybe with some extra potential.

A few weeks later…

"Troy get your head in the game." Coach Bolton said as they were doing drills. He was unusually harde on them today.

"Practice guys. Tomorrow 4:00 P.M. don't be late. If you are extra laps around the court." He blew the whistle.
"Troy!" Gabriella called.

"Yeah. Gabriella what do you want?" Troy asked trying to catch his breath.

"Do you want to go out or something tonight?"

"No, he can't he has drills to do." His father started.

"I think Troy can speak for himself." Gabriella started.

"Troy do what you want I don't care it's just I expect better from you. The team expects better from you. Well not exactly from relationships but as your father I think you can do better than her. There's a lot of people who would and could be better than her." Troy's father was speaking in a small voice that Troy had never heard his father speak in before. Not unless he was truly investing his thoughts and attentions into it.

"Sure...dad." Troy said as his dad walked off the basketball court. He just stood there thinking. 'What's dad thinking about this?"

"Troy...Troy...would you snap out of it...i'm not here to interrupt your precious daydreams we have a practice to go to."

"I'm speaking for him." Troy's father said.

"Why don't you like me?" Gabriella asked suddenly.

"I don't know…but I have this feeling that Troy could do better!" he said spacely.

Gabriella having enough started to walk away. Troy just stood there with his mouth open trying to think of what his father had just said.

"Troy!" Sharpay said who was now in his face looking over him in concern.

"Huh!"

"Huh! I've been trying to get your attention to ask you if you plan on coming over to drama rehearsal meeting."

"Yeah sure."

They walked to the auditorium in silence it was a long way away from the basketball court.

"There you are." Mrs. Darbus said. "The theather doesn't tolerate tardiness! Sit detention."

"Okay." She said as they found seats next to each other somewhat near Mrs. Darbus.

"So as I was saying before we were rudely interrupted…Kelsey what was I saying."

"Oh the new assignment of roles." Kelsey said from the piano.

"Yes, well we are having a drama club presentation. Apparently mandatory by the principal now. Each team or school group will present. We will present an original play written by one of our very own. Like the winter musicale Kelsey James. Everyone stood and clapped because that was the success that had put them on the map as the drama club.

"Now I have already cast the roles so no auditions since we have very little time left anyway." She continued.

"Leads Sophie-Sharpay Evans

Matt-Troy Bolton

Jessica-Gabriella Montez

Taylor-Ryan Evans

"Any arguments-good." Mrs.Darbus said.

"Scripts, songs to go over with Kelsey later." Darbus ordered. "Everyone else without a role or major role as those will be decided last minute will get a set building schedule. Meet tomorrow after school 3:00 people."

They were all dismissed and Sharpay was still talking to Troy.

"I can't believe I got the lead. I can't believe WE got the leads."

"I know it's amazing."

"I feel sad for Ryan though."

"Why?"

"He has to work with Gabriella."

"That's not very nice."

"I may be your friend now but just because I told her good luck for the winter musical doesn't mean I like her."

"Yeah, I guess you don't have to...but it would be nice if you did."

"Nice try...You want me to come over to your house to practice the play now that we have our scripts?"

"Yeah you can come by at about 5. I should be done with the drills by then."

Troy said as he walked of campus to catch the bus home.

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Sharpay was driving down the block looking for the Bolton's house. She realized that she had made a wrong turn and decided to turn around and went down the street. She quickly found the two-story house and parked her car and got out. Troy had told her earlier that he had drills so she asumed that he was in the backyard with his dad. Sure enough there he was dribbling the ball down the court that they had. He was too caught up in the game. That was a good thing for him but Sharpay's patience was wearing thin. She had stood there for 15 minutes. She had enough and put her fingers close to her lips and blew out in a sharp whistle.

"Impressive Ms. Evans."

"Thank you Mr. Bolton."

"So what brings you here young lady."

"Oh...Troy and I have to practice for the musical."

"Well have a good practice and good luck with your play."

Sharpay's jaw dropped something was definetly strange with Mr.Bolton.

"Thanks..."

"So let's get started." Troy said avoiding her stare.