Chad sat at his desk, admiring the dark-haired beauty in front of him. She was sat at the desk in front of him, and even though he could only see the back of her head, he could visualise every little other part of her in his mind. He rested his chin on his hand and closed his eyes. He imagined himself unbuttoning the shirt she was wearing at that very moment. Pushed up against the desk he was currently leaning on. As her shirt fell to the floor inside his head, he was brought back to earth by that same girl calling his name.

"Chad!" Gabriella whispered loudly.

"Huh?" he muttered, opening his eyes, and after seeing Gabriella staring at him, a look of guilt filled his face.

"Can I borrow a pencil?" She smiled sweetly at him and he grinned and handed her a pencil. She mouthed thank you, and turned back round.

Chad sighed to himself, and went back to the mental image he had of her. He fidgeted in his seat as his daydream progressed. This time, he brought himself back to earth, and tried to think of ways to occupy his mind before he got himself into a little situation. He stared at the chalkboard, and rolled his eyes. Doing some work wasn't the answer. He hated history anyway.

Just then, the bell rang. He got up and ran out of class before anyone had even realised. He met up with Troy and the two went to lunch.

"I'm telling you, man." Chad rolled his eyes and he bit into a fry. "It's getting bad. I'm gonna have to move seats in history class. I just stare at the back of her head and daydream about…. Doing stuff."

"Oh, man." Troy giggled to his friend. "Well, she is hot."

"Yeah. But you know if I get caught…."

"I know. Oh, speak of the devil…."

Troy nodded to behind a cringing Chad, to the little blonde girl strutting up to the table. Chad took a breath, and turned round.

"Hey baby." Chad smiled at her.

"Miss me?"

"Of course I did." Chad put his arm around his girlfriend.

"Do you like my outfit?"

Chad looked the girl up and down. Right now, all of a sudden, Gabriella couldn't be further from his mind. His girlfriend stood in front of him, in a tiny pink dress; a daring amount of cleavage, tight around the waist and hips, and falling not far below, almost exposing the entirety of her long, tanned legs.

"Sharpay, baby, you look so hot." Chad smiled. Sharpay smiled down to where he was still sitting, her hand on the hip next to his face.

"He's right Shar. You look frickin' hot!" Troy grinned.

"Shut up." Chad shot a giggling Troy a glare.

"It's all for you, baby." Sharpay said, ignoring Troy, and bending down to give Chad a loving kiss. Troy made a faux-shock face to Chad, as Sharpay's dress threatened to show some butt as she bent over. He gave Chad a thumbs-up.

"I need to talk to Ryan. Back soon, baby." Sharpay strutted off to where her brother sat, rolling his eyes as she approached.

"I'm gonna kill you." Chad said to Troy, in a casual tone.

"She is hot, though, man."

"Yeah, but dude, c'mon, that's my girlfriend."

"I know, I know."

Chad sighed as he saw Gabriella across the lunch hall, sit down with Taylor. Troy followed his glance and sighed loudly.

"C'mon, man, look at Sharpay, she's way hotter than Gab." Troy said to Chad, who glared at him.

"Did I ask your opinion?"

"LOOK!"

"Troy, just cos a girl wears skimpy clothes, doesn't automatically make her hotter."

"I'm just saying… how do you know Gab's not hiding a hairy chest, or scaly legs, or something?"

Chad got up and left the table.

"You're such an asshole!" He called behind him to Troy.

Troy just grinned to himself.