Choosing the right prom date. Chapter 1.
The hallways of East High were noisy and crowded as usual.
"Whoa!" Some teens exclaimed.
"Make way for ice-queen!" another said.
The large crowd separated into two smaller parties, making a people-free pathway in between them.
A blond teenager strutted down the pathway, making the chattering crowd part to let her through.
Sharpay, the rich, dressed in pink from head-to-toe girl, pouted a super-model kind of pout and stopped in front of a large queue of boys. Her personal assistant, Tiara Gold halted to a stop behind her. Tiara flipped open a note book and began jotting down the names of the boys.
Sharpay waved a flyer around and started, "As you have all seen, I put up these flyers on the notice board saying that I, Sharpay evans, will be choosing a prom date. So the three things that matter the most are..." she paused for dramatic effect then continued, "Good-looks, good-looks and good-looks..." she was cut off by someone who said:
"actually, that's just one"
Everyone knew who that was, Jason Cross, the dumbest and wierdest person that could actually live!
The guys and Tiara groaned.
"Huh!" Sharpay sighed, "God help me!" she added. She took a few deep breaths then continued, "So anyway, you will be graded out of ten in the looks category. If you are below six... NOT A CHANCE!" she instructed.
She started walking by the queue, grading who ever she passed.
"David...two. Zack-three. Steve-MINUS!..." she shrieked at a guy whose face was covered with disgusting pinkish pimples,(AN: hey bendy! if you ever read this, i was thinking about 'vaggitable' when i wrote that, just so you know. xoxox Floppy:P) he wore large geeky glasses and huge braces over his teeth. "...oh, hey Troy!" she sang, smiling up at him.
"two" he said, his expression stern.
"You aren't that bad" she said, giggling, flirtatiously.
"I wasn't talking about me, I was talking about you." he said, then walked off.
A series of 'ooh's rang though the corridor.
It took Sharpay minutes to comprehend what just happened, then it hit her.
"UH!" She placed her hand over her now 'O' shaped mouth.
"Whatever" she snapped, then continued. "Hey frizz ball, lemme see, um..." she said to Chad.
"Hey! No-one insults Lola!" he exclaimed, pointing to his huge, bushy Afro.
"You named your hair..." Sharpay snickered. "how immature"
"yes, and now if you'll excuse me, i have a one-on-one game with Troy. Tootles" he mimicked Sharpay and then called out, running towards Troy, his best friend. "Hey Hoops, wait up!"
Sharpay shrugged it off and continued.
"Ah, What's your name again?" she asked, sifting through her thoughts trying to remember.
"I'm Jimmie Zora but you can absolutely call me rocket-man if you want" he said.
"But you are a freshman and this is senior prom!" she explained, then added, "... and I'd rather stick pins in my eyes.", slowly emphasizing each word.
"But wouldn't that be awfully uncomfortable"
"EVAPORATE TALL PERSON!" she scolded.
Rocket-man scowled and half-ran to his next class.
"And you?" Sharpay turned to a yet another freshman.
"Fine" Donnie sighed, then followed Rocket-man to his next class.
"Oh, hey Zeke!" she sang, cheerfully.
Zeke, a tall African-American boy, had a crush on Sharpay for eons now. He never actually had the courage to ask her out. Even today, he was afraid, so that's why he chose to stand at the back of the line.
"Hey Sharpay, how are you?" he asked, awkwardly.
"Uh... im okay. you?" she asked.
"Im okay." he said, even more awkwardly.
"So, i rate you....9" she said, obviously saving the day from the evils of awkwardness. She winked then whispered, "see you at prom, Zekey-pooh"
She blew an air kiss at Zeke, then strutted off.
"What just happened?" Zeke muttered to himself. He just stood there, wide-eyed.
"Well, lets see, apparently, Sharpay just chose you as her prom date, Zekey-pooh" Chad answered his question.
"Yeah, Zekey-pooh"Troy added, the duo started snickering non-stop.
He and Chad were eavesdropping on Zeke's result instead of playing basketball.
"Stop it!" Zeke said.
"Why, Zekey-pooh?" they asked, innocently.
"Ugh!" Zeke groaned, then stalked off with his best buddies following, teasing and laughing behind him.