A/N: I kinda gave up on 'First love' because I didn't know where I was going with it so I started this one instead. It's kinda short but it is only the prologue.

I don't own:

HSM

I do own:

Eva

Prologue

Gabriella Montez walked down the hallway with her mother and principal Matsui. She pushed her glasses further up her nose and pulled her grey jacket further around her body, hiding her pink blouse and the top of her dark pink skirt. "Mum, I don't want to be the geeky new girl again."

Eva kissed her daughter's forehead. "I've told you a million times, just be Gabriella."

Gabriella nodded weakly. "I don't have a choice anyway."

Mr Matsui handed her her timetable and a map to the school. "Here's everything you need. To get to your home room, go up the stairs and go in the first door on your left."

Gabriella turned to Eva. "Bye, mum." She walked up the stairs and knocked politely on the door.

"Come in." Came the reply.

Gabriella softly pushed the door open and instantly regretted looking at all of the faces when she felt faint. She handed her papers to the teacher. "I'm new here."

The teacher glanced over the papers. "I'm Ms Darbus and you have me for drama as well but don't be late again. Take a seat in front of Mr Bolton."

"But, Ms Darbus, wouldn't you rather her sit with McKessie with the rest of the geeks?" Troy whined.

Gabriella made her way to him. "Don't worry, I won't say a word longer than three syllables long to you so you will be able to understand everything I say." She smiled sweetly and sat down.

Troy scowled at her and leaned forward. "Your going to regret that." He hissed.

Gabriella shrugged lightly and turned her attention back to Ms Darbus – not that she was listening, of course – and ignored Troy for the rest of home room. Having moved a lot because of her mother's job, she had met plenty of boys like Troy and knew how to handle them.

The bell rang and Gabriella stood up, slinging her bag over her shoulder and left the classroom, glancing down at the map to find room 103 – maths. She made a mental note not to get too carried away because she didn't need any 'special attention' because of her brains.

"Hey, Troy." A voice squealed.

Gabriella swivelled around and came face-to-face with Troy who had obviously been following her. They both crashed to the ground, Gabriella's books scattering the corridor. "Sorry." She mumbled, picking up her things.

"You should be." Troy snarled, straightening his jeans over.

Gabriella quickly got up to her feet and glared at Troy. "But, why were you following me? If you had been going to your own class instead of acting like a lost puppy, we wouldn't be in this mess!"

"Troy, come on, we've got to get to maths." The same annoying high-pitched voice asked as a blonde girl with a pink tank top and a silver girl slung her arm around Troy's waist.

He put his own arm around her shoulders. "I know, babe. I was just taking care of the new girl. Come on, Shar." Gabriella watched as he led the girl in pink down the hall...to room 103.

Gabriella groaned inwardly. It was going to be a long day. She made her way to the classroom and took her seat next to an African-American girl called Taylor. She started taking notes as soon as the teacher started the lesson but frowned at the board. "That should be x squared plus ten." She muttered quietly.

The teacher, Miss Smithson turned around. "Yes, Miss Montez?"

Gabriella fiddled with her glasses nervously. "Well, shouldn't the third equation be x squared plus ten?"

"Ten?" Miss Smithson repeated. She quickly typed something in a calculator and raised her eyebrows. "I stand corrected."

Gabriella turned in her seat when she felt something hit the back of her head. She looked at the back of the room: jocks. And the worst jock of all was sitting there, whistling. "Bolton!" She hissed.

Troy looked innocently at her. "Geeky Gabby isn't paying attention." He said quietly and the jocks sniggered.

"Aww, is little Troysie upset because Brainless Bolton can't count to ten?" Gabriella said as if she were talking to a little boy.

Troy stood up angrily. "I may not have a brain but at least I have friends." He yelled.

"I'd have friends if people tried understand." Gabriella shot back, standing up herself.

Miss Smithson slammed a ruler down on her desk. "Bolton, Montez detention. Go to the auditorium at free period."

Troy groaned. "With Ms Darbus? Why? It's her fault!"

"How is this my fault? If you were such a big headed egotistical jerk we wouldn't have detention." Gabriella said venomously, sinking into her seat.

No one knew the real reason she had moved this time. She had moved a lot because of her mum's job. But, this time was different. There was a reason she wanted nobody to know.

And the worst part was that a part of her wanted to tell Troy Bolton.