I love sequels. It's like pulling on an old pair of jeans and then realizing, holy crap, they still fit me! Thanks for all of my reviewers for the previous story to this one, and I hope it's just as successful...

PROLOUGE

"Five... four... three... two..." Splashes of light and soft kisses of snow sprinkled over Troy and Gabriella. They held each others' gazes, letting the rest of the world melt away...

His story played itself over in my head like a horror movie. He had told me with such passion. Such emotion...

...He would have given anything to press his lips against hers. After all, it was the beginning of a new year. "I... I'd better go wish my mom a happy new year..." Gabriella suggested. She nervously crossed her arms as if it had become colder and tore her eyes away from Troy's. They were too beautiful

"Me too." Troy insisted. "I mean... my mom, not yours." he added stupidly...

Gabriella had no idea how unbelievably lucky she really was.

..."I'll call you!" he offered, whipping out his cell phone. As he registered her number after snapping a picture of her, he didn't take the time to notice Gabriella swiftly move away. "You know, it was really fun singing with you. I've never done anything like this..." But by then, she was gone. He looked down to his cell phone screen and saw her smile...

"Seven... six... five... four..." It was almost as if the story was retelling itself, but this time, I was Gabriella. I was the one with the happy ending.

"Hey... are you okay?" A comforting voice asked next to me.

...Her wavy brown hair tumbled down her shoulders. She gave a knee-weakening smile with no effort. "Gabriella..." Troy said her name again. It felt sweet...

"Sharpay?"

...He knew that he would never meet such an amazing girl ever again. But what he didn't know was that it was only the beginning. That he would be the one to change the fates of every Wildcat to come...

That's why I hated Gabriella. She changed Troy. I looked up to warm eyes. "Three... Two...One..." A flurry of brilliant light and color spun, lighting up Times Square. This was our start.And in the midst of the millions of people, greeting the new year, I pulled him down by the shoulders, forcefully pressing my lips to his. These were our memories.

"Sharpay, I..."

I hushed him, forgetting my jealousy. Forgetting my struggling career. That exact moment on New Year's Eve in New York City belonged to him.

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