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Chapter 1
"Gabi! GABI! Get the hell up!" Taylor yelled down my ear. I groaned and rolled out of bed.
"What time is it?" I asked, barely opening my eyes.
"It's 20 to 9. We have 20 minutes to get to class. Come on, we don't want to be late for our last day before summer!!" Taylor said.
"Wake me up in 15 minutes," I told her, climbing back into bed. She sighed and walked into the bathroom.
I'd finally managed to get up, and although I was late for English I decided to walk as slowly as possible. I didn't care if I got a detention, because it was finally summer! It was usually a blast at PCA, because although Taylor and Sharpay had the choice to go home, they always decided to stay with me, because I didn't have a home to go to. Or a family. We usually hung by the pool all summer. I'd just reached the English block, when Troy came strolling towards me, with his basketball team behind him.
"I see you're name's down to stay for the summer," he said.
"Yeah. Why do you care?" I replied.
"I don't. But we all know you don't have anywhere to go. And luckily for you, we've decided to stay too," he said, pointing behind him with a smirk on his face. I sighed.
"Oh, just fuck off Bolton," I hissed. He glared at me.
"Sorry? What did you just say to me?" He said. I shrugged as if I didn't care less if he heard me or not. He raised his eyebrows and turned to his friends. "Get the bitch." Before I knew it, Chad, Troy's best friend slammed me against the locker and took my bag. He threw it to Troy who emptied it all on the floor.
"Oh, whats this?" He asked, picking up a piece of paper. "It looks like the English homework I forgot to do last night." He shoved it in his pocket and gestured for Chad to let me go. He watched me fall to the ground and grinned. They all walked off, apart from Troy. I quickly started to gather up my belongings.
"Later Montez," he drawled, and walked off to into our English class, which I was horribly late for.
"Are you ready?" Sharpay asked. School was out, and each year before everybody went home for the summer, a party was held on Mystic beach. It had started an hour ago, but Sharpay, being Sharpay, had decided that we needed to be 'fashionably late'. I was wearing a short blue halterneck dress with silver flip-flops. I had my hair down in loose curls, flowing past my shoulders. Taylor was wearing a purple spaghetti strapped dress, and of course, Sharpay was wearing a strapless pink dress with pink wedges.
"Yeah, I think," I replied, applying some strawberry lipgloss.
"Lets go girls!" Taylor grinned. We linked arms and started walking to the beach. We had only been walking for 5 minutes when Sharpay said, "Hey, could you please slow down? My feet are killing me yet and we haven't even arrived!"
"Well, who's faults that?" Taylor asked, pointing at Sharpays choice in footwear. Sharpay ignored her.
"Do you think Troy Bolton will dance with me?" She asked to nobody inparticular.
"And why would you want to dance with him?" I said, with a disgusted look on my face.
"Look, I know he acts like a bastard to you, but you have to admit he is fine!" Sharpay giggled. "Don't look at me as if i'm mad! I know you think he's hot too."
"Ugh. I do not!" I replied.
"You do too!" she insisted.
"Girls, girls.. stop arguing. We're here!" Taylor yelled. Sharpay squealed.
"Troy Bolton here I come!!" Sharpay screams.
"..Or here comes Troy Bolton?" Troy suggested, walking up to us from behind. Sharpay blushed.
"Umm.. I was talking about a different Troy Bolton.." she muttered unconvincingly.
"Right," He said, raising an eyebrow. Chad pushed Troy out of the way and looked at Taylor.
"Would you like to dance?" He asked. Taylor was just about to say yes until I nudged her. "Ugh. In your dreams, Danforth," she hissed. He sighed. "Yeah, in my dreams." Troy glared at Chad as if to say 'What the fuck are you on?'. Chad cleared his throat and stepped away.
"You look hot, Montez," Troy whispered in my ear, so only I heard. To be honest, I couldn't tell if he was joking or not. Taylor was too busy debating whether she should dance with Chad and Sharpay was flirting with a boy called Zeke, who liked baking and was one of Troy's friends. It looked like Sharpay had forgotten all about wanting to dance with Troy. I gave Troy one of my death glares and pulled Taylor away.
"Don't even think about dancing with Chad," I told her.
"Right. I don't even like him," she replied, but she looked as if she was trying to convince herself.
A/N: So.. that's the first chapter. Please let me know if I should continue or not. Thanks!