Sharpay leaned her head against the window and sighed. She couldn't understand why things such as this happened to her. There were people, people rich and famous that never had to worry about adjusting to a new school, a new state. Sharpay moaned dramatically, and looked at her mom, waiting for a response.

"Oh come on. Sharpay, it isn't that bad. Besides, you're the one that insisted we move." Alyssa Evans replied. Alyssa was Sharpay's mother. She was in her late 30s, but didn't look a day over 20. She had jet black hair, full of curls, and a porcelain face. She never went anywhere without her makeup, though she barely needed it. Her body was voluptuous with curves, something that took her years to achieve after on and off dieting. Sharpay and Alyssa could pass as twins. The only difference was their hair. Sharpay's was a golden blonde, and almost always crimped.

"But not to a new state hundreds of miles away from home!" Sharpay snapped. She sighed and unbuckled her seatbelt. "Just forget it. Can you pull into that gas station up ahead? I'm hungry."

"Okay." Alyssa turned and parked next to a car identical to their black Range Rover.

"Looks like they have good taste, huh Mom?" Sharpay chuckled.

Alyssa smiled and leaned back in the chair, taking advantage of their small break.

"Do you want anything, Ryan?" Sharpay asked her brother. He stayed quiet. "Ryan!" She glared at Ryan, watching him remove his earphones.

"What?" Ryan retorted. "What do you want from me now? I've already left all my friends in Arizona for you. I've basically given up my life for you. What else could you possibly want?"

"I just wanted to know if you wanted anything to eat." Sharpay asked shyly.

"No, I wouldn't like anything to eat. Thank you." But Ryan's voice was far from grateful. He placed his earphones back inside his ears, and leaned back, closing his eyes. Sharpay looked at her mom, wishing she would say something about the way Ryan was treating her. But of course, she didn't. She let them take care of their own problems.

Sharpay felt she deserved Ryan's harsh words. She had pleaded and begged her mother to move somewhere else. Anywhere else. It wasn't like Sharpay didn't have a good reason, she did. Its just she couldn't tell anyone. At least, not yet. Sharpay needed to move out of Arizona, and because Sharpay usually got what she wanted, she was able to do so. Unfortunately, this meant Ryan would have to leave his life behind, too. Ryan didn't know why Sharpay had to move, so he hated her. And it didn't seem he would stop.

Sharpay sighed and closed the car door. She walked into the mini-mart and eyed the high calorie foods. She wished she could get a bag of Doritos or at least a candy bar, but it would be going against her mother, something Sharpay couldn't do. Sharpay chose a bottle of water and a muffin

"Hey, I saw you get out of that Range Rover out there. You stole my car." A deep voice behind her spoke. The voice startled her. She turned around and stared.

"What?" Sharpay asked. She was confused…and nervous. This boy was hot!

"I said, uh, we have the same Range Rover. It seems you stole my car." The boy grinned.

"Oh…" Sharpay shook her head. "OH…." She was getting her old attitude back. "Well are you so sure about that?"

"As a matter of fact, I am. What year did you get it?"

"How will we know if the other is lying?" Sharpay said. She had the mind of a lawyer.

"True…"The boy's brow furrowed…deep in thought. "We'll say it at the same time."

"Ok…" Sharpay counted to 3. She said '05, and the boy '06.

"Darn….just by one year…so I guess I actually stole your car."

"Well is it yours? Like, do you drive it?" Sharpay asked.

"No, not at all. Well, yeah, I do drive, but I'm not allowed to touch the Rover. I have my own car."

"Cool. The car is my mom's. We're actually moving." Sharpay groaned, happily sharing her problems with anyone who was willing to listen.

"Oh. Well me, my dad, and my two younger brothers are heading to Utah to see a basketball game. We're huge fans." The boy smiled widely.

Sharpay laughed. Her flirty face was on. "That's cool. My brother is a fan too," Sharpay lied. She had to say something to keep the boy's interest.

"Cool…hey. I didn't catch your name."

"Sharpay. Sharpay Evans."

"Troy. Troy Bolton." The two shook hands, and Sharpay felt an electric current run through her veins. Surely, she must have felt it, too. She looked up into his piercing blue eyes. He had.

"Well I'll see you around…hopefully. Bye Sharpay." Troy paid for his things and offered to pay for hers, but Sharpay refused.

"Its OK. It was nice meeting you too Troy." Sharpay walked out the mini-mart with a goofy smile on her face. When she got back into the car, her mother asked what took her so long.

Sharpay didn't reply until they were driving off. "Nothing..." She said as she leaned her head against the window. "Just met a new friend."