DISCLAIMER: I don't own HSM. I don't own SOME of this plot either!
Laughter and voices filled East High's cafeteria, except a particular table far off in the corner consisting of 2 beautiful girls with creamy skin and dirt blonde hair cascading down their shoulders. The blue eyed girl, Kendra, started fiddling with her silverware while the Sam, green eyes stared far off in the space moving her lips quickly not allowing her sister to hear.
This beautiful duo sat there breathlessly. Their hair flowed in the wind as the cafeteria double doors erupted silencing the menace around them. They stood up simultaneously and walked towards the doors towards a shaggy haired blue eyed boy, Troy Bolton. Eyes followed the direction the girls walked towards to. Guys clenched their fists as girl stared at the boy.
This was like a routine for East High's seniors. Everyone knew them, though the triplets did not acknowledge anyone at school. You are unlikely to find one without another during all school hours. They have never spoken unless told so do to teachers with oral reports. Their voices were unheard most of the school years, though their voices were like bells to the ears of East High.
"Who are they," Gabriella Montez whispered leaning her body across the table for her new school mates to hear.
Gabriella Montez was a new student to East High, with her stunning brown eyes, her curvy body, and her delicate voice; she caught the eyes of East High's student body.
Sharpay had no intention on turning her head around knowing who Gabriella was talking about, "Oh, them?" She sneered popping a broccoli in her mouth.
"Yes, them." Gabriella imitated wondering why Sharpay's voice spilled with annoyance.
"The Bolton's" Sharpay breathed while taking a strand of hair out of her sight and behind her ear.
"What's so…," Gabriella continued,"special about them? I mean all the quietness and stuff." She took a sip of her coke, exhaling as the cold liquid trickled down her throat.
Sharpay's eyes widen and shifted her self in the seat as if trying to find a comfortable spot for telling a story, "The Bolton's own the city. You'd think they'd be talkers if they did but no," Sharpay rolled her eyes sipping her pink lemonade, "they never talk. Not once. And Troy-"
Gabriella interrupted her, "Who's Troy?" She questioned.
Sharpay sighed, "You have so much to learn. Keep up. Troy's a guy name. There was one guy there. Come on, think a little."
Gabriella blushed, "Sorry"
"As I was saying, Troy- Oh, gorgeous right?" Sharpay smiled dreamily, as Gabriella just nodded, "He doesn't date. At all. Neither do his sister's. I don't know why, there's something weird about that family." Sharpay's eyes burned as she clutched on to her bottle, "Maybe they came back from rehab." She suggested, Gabriella giggled, "I don't know…"
They bell rang indicating to go to their last period of the day, Gabriella clasped her books to her chest and followed Sharpay, "I'm gonna sit with my friends. Is that cool?" Sharpay asked, without Gabriella's approval she scampered to a desk.
Gabriella waltzed into the class and froze. No empty seats left besides the one dead center of the class. Next to Troy Bolton.