Hey readers, here's a short one! I was pretty much just bored and had this idea in the back of my head. Most of the stories I've read that are in the main character's POV are so funny so I thought I'd give it a shot. Please let me know what you think and if I should write more like this. If I get good feedback on this chapter, it will probably end up being around five chapters overall, give or take. Hope you like it and please review, it would put a smile on my face.
Disclaimer: I do not own High School Musical.
Unforgettable
Chapter 1
Please Tell Me Why
Equiangular…no equilateral…when the base angles of a triangle equal the same, then the perpendicular lines equal the same also…what the frick? Okay Gabi, don't get all bitch on steroids because of a stupid math problem. Breathe and try again...
Okay so you're probably wondering who is the freak with the weird thoughts about math. Yup, you guessed right. Me, Gabriella whoop-dee-doo Montez. No, whoop-dee-do isn't actually my middle name. I just think it's appropriate, don't you? I mean, what's so special about me? I freakin' sit in my room every Saturday night trying to conquer the evils of homework. Most teenagers actually have lives and do things other than homework, like hang out with friends. If I had friends…then I could do that. I do have two friends actually; I'm not a complete loner. Their names are Taylor and Sharpay, without them, I don't know where I'd be. We're like sisters, the Three Musketeers.
Just in case you're wondering, I'm sixteen years old. Don't make fun, I know I act totally immature, but whatevs, I like to savor my youth. I have one older brother, Danny, but he's a douche. No really, he is. All he does is eat, sleep, and play basketball. Ty-pi-cal. I always tell him to get a life, but sadly, I have to admit he probably has more of a life than me. Although I do have two best friends, I basically have a nonexistent social life. Occasionally me, Taylor, and Sharpay have a sleepover, go see a movie, do girly stuff, yah know the usual. But unlike me, they have other friends and are really involved at school. Oh yah, school blah. I go to East High. If I had to define my high school, it would be easy as pie (shit now I'm hungry). It's an overpopulated, drama-drowned, extremely spirited complex for education that is divided into numerous cliques. The teachers are nice and all, but seriously, I doubt they actually want to be there any more than we do. In my opinion, they are unfairly underpaid and if I were a teacher in this economy, I'd bitch-cott. Rebellious signs and all, I'd even go all out and give myself battle marks. I'm smiling at just the thought.
"Gabi! Dinner's hot, come get it!" Did I forget to mention my parents?
"Coming Mom!" They're pretty alright. Parents are…parents. Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em.
I closed my math book and hopped off my bed with a sigh, maybe if I'm lucky there will be pie. Now that's the kind of math I like. Oh my gosh, no wonder I hardly have any friends. Man, what has my life come to? Serious changes need to be made or else I'm going to be FTFA. In case you don't know what that means, it stands for Forever The Fuck Alone. Me, Tay, and Shar made that up when we were like fifteen. We promised each other we'd make life worth it and do everything we can to make sure we don't end up FTFA. Hah, first promise I've ever broken. I still have time for redemption though right? I just have to stop being a complete weenie and make my life more…lively. Pfft who am I kidding?
I trudged down the stairs in my t-shirt, shorts, and really comfy white leg warmers with buttons on the side. They match and everything. I reached the kitchen and scanned the room. My eyes landed first on my parents who were acting all lovey-dovey by the counter. I smiled at them then turned to sit down at the table. What happened next was not what I'd expected.
"Oh jeez, I'm sorry." Two strong arms wrapped around my waist, saving me from a potentially very embarrassing fall flat on my face. I turned around and came face to face (literally) with the most gorgeous blue eyes I have ever seen. I didn't even bother looking at the rest of the mysterious person's face, I was too busy getting mesmerized with the two pools of blue in my line of vision.
"You alright?" Then I was snapped back to reality. I blinked a few times and then stared wide eyed at the not-so-mysterious- anymore, person who still had an arm wrapped around me.
Breathe and use your words Gabriella. Oh crap. I forgot them all. No I didn't, I'm freaking thinking them right now! I just can't say them out loud. Even worse. I breathed in and out slowly then…
"Oh…uh, yeah. I'm fine thanks." Phew, that was a close one.
He let go of me with a smile then brushed past me. Hell to the no am I turning around. Don't do it Gabi. You're just going to end up starring at him and he's going to think you're a creep with bad hair. Oh why didn't I put my hair in a braid or something, it probably looks like a birds nest!
"Gabs, are you going to sit down or just stand there like a noob?" Oh dear brother of mine. Of course Danny is the first to speak up.
Two more deep breaths and I turned around. I kept my head down, just to make sure I don't make any awk eye contact with the blue eyed boy sitting in the seat next to my brother. I target my chair and slowly walk toward it. Are. You. Kidding. Me. Thanks, Mom for putting my chair directly in front of Troy Bolton's. Thanks a lot, really. Now I'm going to have to keep my head down and stare at my plate. Oh god, what if that makes me look fat? Nah, I run. I think I'm good. I sat down and then remembered that stupid remark Danny made. I can't not retaliate, It'd make me look like a wimp.
"Shut your yap Danny! You can't make me do anything; I can stand and stare at the wall for as long as I want." Hmpf.
"I don't make trash." What. A. Smartass. But I can do better.
"Yes, but one day you will. You're too dumb to actually get anywhere in the future, so you're going to have to make a living somehow right? I think you'd look spiffy as a garbage man. It'd suit you perfectly." Take that!
Before Danny could reply, I heard the most angelic laugh in the world. My head shot up, grrr I hate my pathetically low self control, and I smiled as I watched Troy chuckle in his seat. He was laughing at me! Well, not at me, at my joke! Oh em gee, does he think I'm funny? Sigh, I'm in love. Wait, what? Who said that? Me, of course. Okay so you're probably wondering who this Troy is. Well he's the boy who I've been secretly in love with for two years. He is damn straight a hottie with a surfer's body; I've seen it. Unfortunately, he's my brother's best friend so he's kinda off limits. It's not like it'd matter anyways, he would never go for someone like me. He's my total opposite; popular, everyone knows him, everyone wants to be his friend, he's pretty much god like. He's been around ever since I can remember. He and my brother have been inseparable since they were like toddlers. Me and him have never really been close, well because he's Troy freaking Bolton. Why would he want to be friends with Gabriella whoop-dee-doo Montez? I'm a nobody to him and he's everything to me. Sigh, what a bummer.
"Dude, don't encourage her! She's just a smartass who needs her mouth taped shut." Danny nudged Troy who stopped laughing. To my joy, he still had a cute little lopsided smile plastered on his face, my favorite smile. He looked at me and I quickly turned my head away.
"Danny, go somewhere." I couldn't come up with a good comeback; I'm still recovering from that lopsided smile of Troy's. Sheesh, the things that boy does to me. And he doesn't even know it.
"What the he-
"Daniel, that's enough. You too, Gabi. We have a guest and I doubt he wants to sit through your bickering." My mom chimed in, sending both me and my brother that 'don't test me' look.
"Sorry mom." I whispered, Danny mimicking me shortly after.
Dinner went by pretty smoothly, I sneakily avoided Troy's gaze. But all the while my head was down, I kept feeling like I was being watched. Like a penetrating gaze on me, eh I was probably imagining it. Danny and Troy went out to the backyard to shoot hoops and I retreated back to my room. As soon as I entered my room, I narrowed my eyes at my math homework on my bed. It's time for a change. In a few quick strides I reached my bed and swiped all of my stuff onto the floor. It was kind of late to call Taylor or Sharpay, but I could have fun in my room by myself. I don't care what I do, but I'm determined to make this Saturday night fun. I grabbed my IPod from my side table and plugged it into its speakers. I skimmed through my songs 'til I landed on the perfect one. Please Tell Me Why by Blink 182. It's pretty old but it's perfect for this rare occasion. I put the speakers as high as they could go and smiled as the song, very loudly, started. The guitars blared and I bobbed my head, feeling my adrenaline pumping. I grabbed my brush from my dresser and started belting out along with the words.
Can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk
I didn't mean to call you that
I can't remember what was said
Or what you threw at me
I jumped up on my bed and started whipping my hair back and forth along with the beat.
Please tell me
Please tell me why
My car is in the front yard
And I'm sleeping with my clothes on
Came in through the window last night
And you're gone
Gone
The music was so loud; I could hardly hear my voice over the music.
It's no surprise to me I am my own worst enemy
Cuz every now and then I kick the living shit out of me
The smoke alarm is going off and there's a cigarette Still burning
During my spontaneous moment of fun, I completely forgot that there are others in the house. So it's safe to say I didn't hear the two pairs of feet coming up the stairs and my door swinging open. I didn't even see the two boys in my room as they were yelling my name. I was so engulfed with the song, jumping up and down on my bed and singing my lungs out and to make things worse my eyes were closed. Then, out of nowhere, the music stopped and my eyes shot open. Oh god, kill me now.
"Are you deaf? Turn down your damn music, none of us can hear what we're doing! And since when do you jump around your room like a freaking child, singing along to stupid rock songs?" Whilst Danny was ranting, I had my eyes locked on the figure in my doorway. Troy was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed with an amused smirk on his face. Even though he's technically one year older than me, he must be thinking how friggin' immature and idiotic I look, I mean, come on. Who wouldn't think I was on crack with the way I probably just looked?
"Gabriella, are you freaking listening to me! I'm gonna chuck your stupid IPod out the window, keep it down!" At Danny's words, my eyes snapped away from Troy's and turned to Danny's PO'ed glare.
"Uh…I…Sorry." I stuttered out. Just let me waste away in a dark hole. It would be better than this utter humiliation. The nerd rocking out like a ten year old on drugs.
Danny just sent me one last menacing glare before storming out of my room.
"Great song." My head snapped back to the door, where Troy was still leaning against the frame. I couldn't speak so I just nodded stupidly. God Gabriella, could you get any lamer? I thought he'd just leave my room laughing but oh how I was wrong. His smirk turned into a smile and then it happened. He winked at me. Troy Bolton winked at me. I must have been dreaming. No, no I just pinched myself. That was real. It was like slow motion, he sent me the sexiest wink I have ever seen, then turned swiftly out of my room. My mouth dropped open and I fell back on my bed, starring at my ceiling as if in dreamland. Did that seriously just happen? Troy doesn't just wink at anyone. At East High, when he winks at a girl, a variety of high pitched squeals follows. His winks are sacred to the female population and if you're actually lucky enough to witness one, it's usually to a group of girls. But hot damn. He just winked at me. Me! That ladies and gentlemen, is something I will never forget.
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Btdubs, I do not own the song Please Tell Me Why by Blink 182!