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Prologue

February 21, 2009

Troy Bolton looked at the celebration that was occurring around him with a huge smile on his face. Several people, most of whom he did not know, clapped him on the back and uttered different forms of congratulations. He smiled at them and gave them high-fives or handshakes as he made his way through the sea of people. He took the final gulp from his beer bottle before putting it down and exchanging it for another. He made a face as the amber liquid made its way down his throat. He didn't really like the taste, but he felt it was an appropriate drink for the atmosphere.

Berkeley, the college basketball team of which Troy was a member, had just won a regional game against the University of Albuquerque. While he didn't find much pleasure in completely crushing his best friend, Chad Danforth, in the game, he did enjoy the victory that his team earned. And though his team lost, Chad stayed for the party that commenced after the game, wanting to celebrate with his best friend.

Troy's eyes were scanning the crowd now for the familiar afro his best friend sported when they came upon a different, yet equally familiar head of hair. He walked towards it, confused, yet intrigued. When he reached the blonde, he tapped on her shoulder.

"Sharpay?" Troy asked, surprise apparent in his voice.

She turned quickly and raised her eyebrows as she recognized the young man before her.

"Troy!" she exclaimed, laughing and shaking her head. "Fancy meeting you here! Congrats, by the way."

Troy still looked at her with a puzzled look on his face, as if he couldn't comprehend why she would be standing here, at this party.

"Yeah," he said. He finally smiled, as if awaking from a trance. "Thanks, Sharpay. Uh, why are you here?"

"Ryan dragged me here," she said, sounding slightly annoyed. She turned and looked for a minute before pointing across the room. Troy turned to look and saw the other Evans twin in an embrace with one of his own teammates, Tyler Davis. He just nodded, not feeling completely phased by the sight, most likely an effect of the beer in his system. Sharpay turned back to Troy. "Tyler used to go to the same musical camp that Ryan and I went to when we were kids. They reconnected last summer and…" she trailed off, shrugging.

Troy looked back at Sharpay and smiled at her. It had been close to a year since he had seen her face and he found that he had missed it. As annoying as she had been in high school, Troy could never really get over the fact that she was sexy as hell.

He opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off. "Do you want to dance?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

He nodded and she took his hand, leading him back into the sea of people.

Three hours later, Troy was on top of Sharpay, kissing her passionately. After dancing and talking for so long, they decided it would be a good idea to sit down somewhere. With alcohol-clouded judgment, Troy suggested his dorm room and Sharpay easily complied. It wasn't long before they found themselves in this embrace, both shirtless and already starting to sweat.

Sharpay ran her nails down Troy's back and he moaned, attaching his mouth to her neck and sucking greedily. In one fluid movement, she removed her bra, throwing it to the floor. He moved his mouth lower, attaching it to one of her breasts. She pulled her long blonde hair up and out of the way, tucking it behind her head.

Troy's hands worked to remove her skirt and underwear while Sharpay's hand unbuckled Troy's belt. She wiggled out of her skirt and looked up at Troy expectantly. That was all the encouragement he needed.

The next morning, Troy awoke feeling severely hung over. He groaned and buried his face in his pillow as he tried to clear his mind. He heard a voice that sounded like it was in the distance. When he rolled over, he saw Chad standing next to his bed.

"Troy," he said, and though Troy knew he was right next to him, it sounded as though he was a mile away. "Troy," he repeated. "Wake up, man."

It was several long moments before Troy sat up, rubbing his face with the palms of his hands. "What the…."

His mind flashed to what he thought was the night before: a blonde- haired dancer, moving against him. He closed his eyes tightly a tried to remember how he got into his bed. He looked up at Chad.

"Was there a girl in here this morning?" he asked, his voice low and still full of sleep.

Chad shook his head, smiling slyly. "I didn't see any girl." He raised his hand, expecting a high-five. "Way to go, man!"

Troy slapped it, but shook his head at the same time. He cleared his throat. "Did you see me with anyone?"

Chad shook his head again, sitting down on the bed opposite from Troy's now, a look of concern on his face. "No, I didn't. Are you ok?"

Troy nodded quickly, not wanting to alarm his friend. "Oh, yeah. I'm fine. I just…you know…don't really remember last night." He laughed softly, trying to play it off as nothing.

Chad smiled now and stood. "Yeah, I know how you feel." He clapped Troy on the shoulder once before making his way to the door. "I'm going to get some lunch. You coming? I don't really know my way around here, you know."

Troy turned to look at him and smiled as best as he could, despite his headache and deep confusion. "I'll be right there. Just let me get dressed."

Chad left and Troy looked around his bed for any clues that a girl had come home with him the night before. When he didn't find any, he collapsed onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. He tried again to remember the girl he was dancing with, but she had her back to him, grinding against him. Without a face to remember, Troy found it impossible to recall who she was.

He closed his eyes and tried again to remember how he got back to his dorm room. He could vaguely see images in his mind of himself with this girl in his bed, but groaned in frustration when he couldn't remember it all.

"Maybe it was a dream," he muttered to himself. Resigning the situation as just that, Troy got up to get dressed. He decided he would go downstairs, have lunch with his best friend, call his girlfriend, and forget all about the foggy dream and the blonde girl that starred in it.

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