Author's Note: I've been thinking about the idea for the story for a while, but couldn't decide on the right couple to base it on. Then I thought...there's nothing better than a good Ol' Chaylor Fic!

Except, don't expect it to be all romantic and lovey-dovey…that's not how I roll :P

I'd like to note that this chapter is only a Prologue for the story, to better clarify future chapters.

Enough with the Chit-Chat! Enjoy and R&R :D

Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do NOT own High School Musical

...If I DID, Troyella would rule the world, and Ryan/Lucas would be mine :P

-sigh- I can dream, can't I? ;)

PROLOGUE: You're Joking, Right?

"I demand to be transferred into a different class!" I protested sternly.

I knew signing up for a class at a community center would be trouble. I should have known better; why didn't I just earn a few bucks, and learn at a workshop in a professional technology institute? No- I thought, "The community center is offering computer science classes cheap; why don't I just go there?" Stupid mistake.

As I stood in front of a desk, a woman sitting opposite-side of me lowered her glasses, "I'm sorry, Ms. McKessie; the only class available under your age bracket is a hip-hop dance class," she said, as she looked at me straight in the eye.

Do I look like I belong in a hip-hop class?! After all, I am Taylor McKessie; Head of the Scholastic Decathlon!

"-I'm sorry, but I paid for a computer science class. I'm not interesting in anything else…" I said politely, while I turned to face the doorway.

As I began to walk away, I quickly heard the woman say bluntly, "All classes are non-refundable."

I quickly spun around to look at her, "Excuse me?"

Yes, I'm well aware that I paid to attend a class at the center, but if I wasn't going to be in the class I wanted, what's the point?

I cleared my throat as I began to walk back to the desk, "-I'm sorry, but I paid to attend a computer class. Not a hip-hop class!"

The woman quickly turned to her laptop, and appeared to be looked through information on the Internet. As she arrived on a certain Web Site, she turned the monitor, so it was facing me.

"-These workshops that the center is holding are being hosted by The National Outreach Program of Science and Art. " she said, factually, As I looked closer at the Web Site, I realized that it was the official site for this program.

As I nodded my head, the woman continued talking, " Unfortunately, because these programs are outside of the center, we must have people pay for admission-"

I'm not stupid; all those technical terms were just another way of saying, "Ha! You're NOT getting your money back, Hun!"

Yes, I can get over the fact that I'm not going to be in the class I paid for. And yes, I can also get over the fact that I can't get my money back. But- ME dancing hip-hop?! That's like…Pi equaling exactly 3!

Slowly looking at the woman, I sighed, "In other words…I can't get out of this, can I?"

As the woman turned the computer monitor to face her, she nodded her head. I knew it was coming, but I couldn't help but let out a loud groan, disappointed.

As I was about head toward the dreaded hip-hop class, a young twelve year old approached the front desk. My eye, unfortunately, caught sight of the atrocious gold chains around his neck. Turning my head to look at the boy, I stopped dead in my tracks. The only thought running in my head was, "Did that boy LOOK in the mirror before leaving his house?!"

"I'm here for the Hip-Hop Class," were the only words I heard from his mouth.

Now, after the whole Gabriella/Troy/Musical thing, I've grown and learned to be less stereotypical. But as I looked at his enormously baggy clothes, his chains, and his other outrageous attire, I just couldn't stand there and not do anything! I didn't care if he was a genius, or an excellent musician, or ANYTHING! I don't know what came over me, but the next minute, I rushed to the boy and just pulled his pants up to his waist!

"-Don't you have any self-dignity?!" I blurted out, as I finally stormed off. While walking through the center, one thought came into my mind, "…I've got to get out of this class…"

Author's Note: Yeah, the chapter's pretty short- but what do expect from a PREVIEW?