1stnd semester- Thursday, the second week of school.
"But -""No buts Miss Montez! You will learn the song I have picked and you will present it to the class this Friday in the Theater. I expect nothing less than amazement, seeing as I know who your sister is."
I groan and sink down further in my seat. I roll my eyes and stare at the clock ahead. Oh, well, I guess I should introduce myself? My name is Kayleigh Amanda Montez. People mostly just call me Kay. I'm a freshman and I can't stand Mrs. Darbus, but then again, who can? I have brown straight hair that comes down to my shoulders. My sister's name is Gabriella. You might have heard of her. She's a senior this year and is the smartest person I know, besides her best friend Taylor Mckessie of course. Gabriella's boyfriend, you should all know who he is but in case you don't, is Troy Bolton. Yes, the Troy Bolton is going out with my sister. He's really nice and is the captain of the basketball team here at East High. His best friend is going out with Taylor. His name's Chad and he's on the basketball team along with Zeke (The baker) and Jason (Kelsi's boyfriend). Oh yeah, oops. I forgot to mention Kelsi. She's another one of my sister's friends and she is amazing at playing the piano and writing songs.
"Does someone have a little stage fright?"
I cringe. That was Tiara Gold. She'll act all nice to your face but will start rumors behind your back. She always gets what she wants. We've been enemies since Pre-school. Ever since she "accidentally" dropped my teddy bear in the garbage.. twice. I don't bother to respond as I count down the minutes to the bell ringing. Third block is almost over. I'm thankful that I don't have homeroom with Tiara. I sigh and look around the classroom. I see a boy with long hair snoring in the back of the row. I've never seen him before.
He must be new, I think to myself as I tune out . Again. Tiara sits behind me smacking on gum.
"Miss Gold! No gum is allowed in this classroom."
Tiara looks innocently at Mrs. Darbus and says in her British accent, "I'm so sorry Mrs. Darbus, but Kayleigh is the one who gave it to me."
Mrs. Darbus glares at me and then finally says, "Detention! Both of you!"
"What did I do?" I ask loudly.
"You supplied Miss Gold with the gum." She says simply and walks towards her chair.
The bell rings as I start to protest and everyone rushes out the door. I give up reluctantly and glare at Tiara as she smiles evilly at me.
She walks away and says, "Tootles! See you in detention!"
I glare at her and pick up my books. I hate East High. I got the honor of getting a bottom locker, the lunch is nasty, and I didn't have time to put on a jacket so I'm freezing. Have I mentioned I hate East High? I sigh and feel someone run into my back. My books fall out of my hands and immediately drop to the ground.
"Dude! I'm so sorry. I'll help you."
I look up and meet his eyes. He smiles and picks up my books for me.
"Uh.. Thanks. Are you new here? I've never noticed you before."
He laughs and hands me my books.
"Yeah, Name's Jimmy or Rocket-man Zara if you prefer. I prefer Rocket-man personally."
I laugh and smile at him.
"My name's Kayleigh Montez. Hey, aren't you on the basketball team?"
"Rocket-man" smiles and we both start walking.
"Yeah, I'm only a freshman so I won't get to get into any games or anything though."
I laugh and hair gets in my eyes. He pushes it back with no effort. My heart beats faster.
"Well, I better get going. See you later, Kayleigh." Rocket man says and walks out the door.
I sigh and smile to myself.
"Hey Kay. How was it today?"
I jump slightly and look around. I see my sister standing with Troy. I smile and say, "Hey Gabs. Hey troy. Eh.. I have to sing on Friday in front of the entire class because somehow she managed to know that since I'm your sister, I have the ability to sing."
Gabriella nods and laughs, "I'm sorry. It's pretty funny though."
I glare at her and look towards Troy, who is trying not to laugh.
"Troy, do you know Jimmy Zara? He's on the basketball team."
Troy just smiles at me, "Yeah. He's a little weird. He apparently 'idolizes' me. That's all I got. I think he just moved here. Why do you want to know?"
I laugh and roll my eyes, "Who would want to idolize you?"
Troy looks shocked and is about to say a comeback when his girlfriend intervenes. He completely forgot that I ignored the question. Score 1 for Kayleigh.
"Kay, don't you have to go all the way across the universe to get to your homeroom? There's only like 3 minutes left until the bell rings."
I nod and stick out my tongue as I walk past Troy. He does the same and I hear him say something funny. Troy and I have always picked at each other.
Did I forget to mention my two best friends in the entire world? I think I did. Well, my best friends are Caitlyn Cross (Jason's sister) and Emily Sanford. We've been best friends since kindergarden. Luckily, I have them in my homeroom. Caitlyn is actually very smart and has long blonde hair that goes past her shoulders. She has green eyes and loves to wear clothes that are.. well… let's just say.. Very colorful.
"Hey Kay!"
I smile as I walk into homeroom.
"Hey Cait! What's up?" I ask and take my seat next to Caitlyn.
"Oh my gosh. Have you heard about Adam and Ashley? Well, they apparently went to the movies this weekend and Adam didn't pay any attention to her at all and she was like 'what do I do? I think I love him!' and I was all 'well, maybe you should.."
I forgot to mention Caitlyn talks nonstop. It amazes me how long she can go without taking a breath. She's the most dramatic one.
"Uh-huh." I say, trying to prove I'm listening when I'm actually just doodling on my algebra homework.
"She was like-" Caitlyn starts up again.
I interrupt quickly, "Hey, do you know where Em is? I talked to her yesterday."
Caitlyn shrugs and says, "I think she had to go to the dentist."
I nod and continue doodling on my homework.
I hear someone ask, "Is this Mr. Jackson's room?"
Our homeroom teacher stands up off his chair and goes to the door.
"Yes, it is. You must be Mr. Zara. Have a seat next to Kayleigh. Kayleigh raise your hand."
I raise my hand and look up at Rocket-man, blushing.
"You can put your hand down, now." He says with the cutest smile I've ever seen.
I blush again and quickly put my hand down.
"Sorry." I mumble and continue drawing on my homework.
"So.. How long have you been here?"
I freeze. He actually wants me to speak?
"Since the beginning of the year." I say and look up from my doodling.
"Wow. That's really good." Rocket man says and points to my 'homework'.
I quickly put it in a binder and say, "Thanks. Um.. so how come your in like all my classes now?"
He raises his eyebrow and says, "Do you want to me to change my schedule?"
My brown eyes get really big and I say, "Oh no no no. I didn't mean it like that. Ugh. I meant, why are you.."
He interrupts with a laugh, "I know what you meant, I just thought I'd make ya sweat a little. Well, I just moved here from West."
I laugh and smile at him. "Oh. You do know we're like arch enemies with West right?"
He laughs and says, "Yeah. Unfortunately. So do you know how good the lunch is here? At West, it's horrible."
I laugh and start to say something when I feel someone poking my shoulder nonstop. I smile apologetically at Rocketman before I turn around and see Caitlyn with an amused expression on her face.
"Who's that?" she whispers, not so quietly.
"That is Rocket-Man."
She laughs and says, "Rocket-man? What kind of name is that?"
I glare at her and whisper, "His real name's Jimmy Zara. He's on the basketball team. He just got his schedule changed."
Caitlyn nods understandingly and whispers; "He's hot. I guess I'll leave you two lovebirds alone."
I blush, hoping he didn't hear that comment and turn back around to the front.
"Don't worry, I'll pretend I didn't hear that." He whispers and smiles.
I blush again and smile. I think I'm starting to love East High.
AN: good? Bad? Absolutely horrible? This is my first HSM fic, so please have mercy! =] REVIEW! By the way, I don't own any of the characters except for Emily, Caitlyn, and Kayleigh. The rest are HSM characters from HSM 3 or before.