This is my first High School Musical fanfic, so be nice. It's not the best start, in fact, I've rewritten parts of it about 5 times. Read and review, please?

Troy Bolton; Basketball Captain, Jock, Ladies man, the one who always got what he wanted. There were so many more things that Troy could be called, but the first three were the usual ones. Because he was the captain of the basketball team, which made him kind of fall into the 'jock' category, and he'd always had a way with the ladies. He was a bit of a player when it came to them, he seemed to find a way to charm them, get them into bed and move onto the next one. That had been his plan for High School, because he knew he could get away with it. It had worked so far, it had worked extremely well, and there wasn't going to be anything to come in his way, nothing was going to stop him. The teachers knew of his reputation, but there wasn't a single thing they could do to change it, to stop him from doing what he done. The amount of girls that had walked into one of their classes, glanced over at Troy then had tears appear in their eyes was unimaginable, but it had happened and Troy Bolton didn't seem to care.

That was until there was a quiet voice in homeroom as he was talking to Chad, an unfamiliar quiet voice and his head turned to see the shy looking brunette glancing around the room and back to Ms. Darbus. "Montez." Ms. Darbus muttered to herself as she looked at the paper that the brunette handed to her, then gazed around the room for an empty seat and as her eyes settled on the seat at the back of the room, a satisfied smile appeared on her lips. "There. At the back." She pointed as she looked at the brunette who nodded her head before making her way to the back of the room, taking the seat that Ms. Darbus had pointed out.

She felt eyes on her, she hated being the new girl, and no matter how many times she was that girl, the awkwardness never got old. Thankfully, as Ms. Darbus began to speak, all eyes fell back on the blonde haired teacher, all eyes that was expect the dark haired guy at the front. As her eyes caught his, Gabriella felt her cheeks flush a dark shade of red and she looked down at the table, almost certain that he had a grin on his face. After staring at her desk for a few minutes, she felt it was safe to look up, the guy now looking towards the front, leant back in his chair. No one had ever made her get like that, made her cheeks flush that color with just a look. It wasn't even that, they'd caught one another's eyes for all of a few seconds, that was it.

The rest of homeroom seemed to drag on, all fifteen minutes of it, and when she heard the bell, Gabriella let out a soft sigh of relief. Her eyes followed everyone as they made their way out of the room as quickly as possible, everyone that was expect that boy. The one who was slowly getting up from his chair, who turned to face her, that smirk on his face again. "Bolton." The sound of the older woman's voice caught them both by surprise and Gabriella watched as he turned around to face their teacher. "Perhaps since you're taking an usually long time to leave the room, you could ensure Ms. Montez knows where she's going."

Just as Gabriella opened her mouth to protest, she was stopped by the sound of his voice. "It would be my pleasure. On one condition?" The smirk was still visible on his face as he looked at his homeroom teacher, who rolled her eyes and waved her hand for him to go on. "No detention for two weeks."

"You say that as though you're up to something Mr. Bolton." She said as she raised her brow at the boy who was standing in front of her.

"What do you take me for Ms. Darbus?" He pretended to look innocent as though he had no idea what she was talking about, and even Gabriella wasn't falling for the look.

"A week."

Without even saying anything back, Troy turned back to face Gabriella with a satisfied grin on his face, gesturing towards the door. "After you, Ms. Montez." Troy spoke, the grin still spread across his face as he watched the brunette walk out warily in front of him. Something about her told him that this was going to be tough, that he was going to have to try harder than usual. But when Troy Bolton set his eyes on something, or someone, he got just what he wanted.

As they stepped out of the room, Gabriella turned to face the guy who had just offered to ensure she reached her classes on time, who definitely didn't seem like the type of guy to usually do it. "I can find it myself. You don't need to show me." She said as she felt her cheeks flush that bright red again, her eyes drifting from his down to the ground. She could almost sense the satisfied grin on his face because of how she was around him, but she wasn't going to look up to see it.

"You're getting me out of a week of detention, it's the least I can do…" Troy searched for a name, he knew her last name; Montez. "Montez." He settled on that, the grin turning into a genuine smile as he saw her look up at him.

"If you're sure… Bolton." Gabriella offered him a smile as she looked up at him, the smile on his face was different to before, it wasn't a cocky grin, a smirk to say something more than intended, it was a genuine smile.

"Troy." He offered his hand out towards her.

"Gabriella." She responded softly as she placed her hand in his, shaking it gently. If the looks he was giving her weren't enough, the feeling of his somewhat rough hand against her own soft one made her feel weak in the knees.

"You alright there, Montez?" Troy questioned, still choosing to use her last name.

Gabriella nodded slightly, pulling her hand from his grip as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Just a little nervous, first day and everything." It was a lie, a blatant lie. She didn't get this nervous on first days, she hated them, but she didn't get like this. It was definitely something to do with the guy who's hand had just held her own firmly in a handshake, whose smirk had made her blush uncontrollably.

"All right." Troy muttered, not convinced of her answer, but choosing to accept it anyway. "We should get to class. What's your first?"

"English." She whispered as she looked around the hallway, which was now empty except for the two of them.

"Mine too." Troy said almost as quietly as Gabriella had to him seconds before.

"We should go." Gabriella said feeling somewhat vulnerable around Troy all of a sudden and as she saw him begin to walk down the hallway, she followed him, catching him up and walking close beside him. "Troy?"

"Yeah, Montez?" He asked as he turned his head to look at her, seeing a smile creep upon her face.

"Why are you doing this? Because something tells me you don't normally associate with the new kid." She asked, the smile still half on her lips as she looked up into his deep blue eyes.

Shrugging his shoulders slightly, Troy looked at Gabriella with a small smile on his face. "Because I'm curious about you. You seem different."

"Different?" She questioned, she wasn't completely sure she liked the sound of it. What exactly did he mean, different?

"In a good way, definitely in a good way." Troy replied, nodding his head ever so slightly as he stopped outside a classroom, the door still open, and the noise coming from it told them both that there wasn't a teacher in there yet. "English awaits, Montez."

"It does, Bolton." She said, a small giggle escaping her lips as she looked up at him. "You're in here too, right?" It felt strange, she wanted him in the same class as her, even though there was something telling her to steer clear of this guy, she couldn't.

"Yeah, I am. You're not getting rid of me that easily."

"Good." She muttered before walking into the room, the stares starting all over again and she heard a quiet voice behind her. "Ignore them. They're just jealous that I've never walked with them to class, or asked them to sit beside me." Troy whispered as he placed his hand on the small of her back, steering her in the direction of his chair, giving the guy who sat beside him a glare, which made him immediately get up and move seats.

Gabriella couldn't help but giggle slightly as she settled down on the seat that Troy had just managed to silently clear and she looked up at him as he took a seat beside her, before she looked around the room. All the eyes had gone back to whatever it was they were doing, all except the one pair, a blonde haired girl sitting near to the front. "Troy?" Gabriella questioned quietly.

"Yeah?" He asked as he looked at her, seeing her leaning into him slightly.

"Who's that? Blonde hair, looking this way as though she hates me."

"Sharpay Evans. Don't get on the wrong side of her, please?" Troy said as he glanced over at Sharpay who suddenly turned around and started a conversation with the boy beside her.

"Why?"

"She's had this obsession with me since sixth grade, everyone who I'm around, female that is, she gets jealous and always seems to do someone to ruin them. I've never liked her." He said honestly as he looked at Gabriella, a small grin on his face.

"Obsession? Are you really that great, Troy Bolton?" She teased as she turned to face him a little more, her leg brushing against his slightly.

"I like to think so." He responded with a grin as he kept his eyes on her dark brown ones.

"Ego's pretty big too." Gabriella giggled again as she saw a teacher walk in, say something about they'd have a cover teacher soon and to settle down. Nothing changed though, as soon as the teacher walked out, the uproar began again.

Troy sat there with a smile on his face as he heard Gabriella giggle, the two of them watching the rest of the class talking and laughing amongst themselves.

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The rest of the day seemed to pass by fairly quickly no problems, other than Troy leaving Gabriella when he had a free period and she found herself lost in the hallways. Other than the moment she had walked into homeroom that morning, this was the only time she felt nervous, scared almost. She realised that was because she didn't have Troy by her side, telling her some story about some kid they passed in the hallway, or making a lame joke which she still found herself laughing at anyway.

Now, it was the end of the day and Gabriella was standing at her locker, staring at the books she had in it as though they'd suddenly make their own way into her bag. Because right at that moment, she didn't want to leave the building she'd found herself lost in earlier that day. Gabriella wanted to see Troy, but he had mentioned something about basketball practice and he would see her the next day.

With a small sigh, Gabriella pulled the books from the small shelf at the top of her locker before slamming the door shut and making her way down the hallway towards the main entrance of the school. Troy Bolton should not have this effect on her, she should not want to be around him constantly.

But when she walked out of the front doors to see him sitting on the steps, a book resting on his knees as he looked down at it, Gabriella smiled to herself as she walked down the few steps and took a seat beside him. "This what you people at East High call Basketball?" She teased as she looked at him, he looked frustrated, a little upset maybe.

"It was cancelled." He muttered, his eyes not leaving the book that was resting on his knees.

"Oh." Gabriella said feeling somewhat defeated as she looked down at the ground in front of her for a few seconds before bringing her gaze back up to Troy. "Are you all right, Bolton?"

"Fine, Montez." He lied, before letting out a deep sigh, his gaze drifting from his book up to Gabriella's eyes. "I'm fine, Gabriella."

"All right, I don't believe you, but I'll leave it at that." She said with a tiny smile as she gently nudged his arm. "I should get going, Troy Bolton."

Troy felt disappointed as he heard those last words, he wanted more time with her, not just a few minutes on the steps after school. "Can I walk you home, Gabriella Montez?" He asked as he stood up, offering her his hand.

"I'd like that. On one condition?" She said with a smirk spreading across her face, after she repeated his words from the earlier conversation with Ms. Darbus.

"Sure."

"You walk me to school in the morning."

"I'd like that." He said softly, as he draped his arm around her shoulder, gently pulling her close to himself. "I'd like that a lot, Gabriella Montez."

"You're a good guy, Troy Bolton. A really good guy." She said with a soft sigh as she leant into him. It was her first day and she'd only really spoken to one person all day, and that was this guy who's arm was draped around her shoulder. She'd got so many dirty looks from different people all day, and she hated it, but she couldn't understand whether it was to do with Troy or not. Something told her that she shouldn't, be around him, at least not as much as she had been, but she couldn't stop. Not when she enjoyed his company too much.

As they walked in the direction of Gabriella's house, they started to talk about things, nothing much, just school and people there. Gabriella found herself asking most of the questions, because it didn't seem as though Troy was going to actually ask anything. He seemed quite happy answering things about other people and keeping the focus off of himself. Why that was, Gabriella didn't know, but she had a feeling that if she pressed it too much, things wouldn't go as well as they were going.

As the reached her house, Gabriella stopped and turned to face Troy, fiddling with the strap on her bag nervously. "This is me." The shy side of her suddenly reappearing as she looked down at the ground, stepping away from Troy a little.

"Hey, Montez. Don't get all like that now." Troy said as he placed his hand underneath her chin, lifting her head up to face him slightly.

"Sorry." She said as she smiled softly at him.

"No need to be." Troy glanced at her house briefly then back to Gabriella. "I should let you go, I'm sure you have things to do, family to talk to about your first day at school."

"I... My Mom will be working until who knows when. I have an empty house to walk into." Gabriella said as she stepped away from Troy a little more. "Thanks for walking me home, Bolton."

"I'll see you in the morning, Montez." Troy said with a small smile as he watched Gabriella walk up to her house, letting herself in, before closing the door behind her. Troy Bolton wasn't sure whether this new 'conquest' was going to be easy, because this girl was different. She was intriguing. He wanted to know her, not just for a quick fuck, he wanted to know her, Gabriella Montez." Letting out a sigh, Troy turned around and began to walk down the street in the direction of his house. "Gabriella Montez." He muttered under his breath, she was going to ruin him, he knew it.

Yes, I know the two of them are getting on well pretty fast. But no fear, it's not all like that. There's drama, believe me. There will be drama. Just be patient. Still, review please! =]