Author's Note: This is my first story. I decided that since I've reviewed a bunch of stories that I should post one of my own. Please read and review. Constructive criticism is welcome. As long as you don't say that the story sucks or that I'm a horrible writer, I'll be happy with any review. So please read and review, and I hope you like my story.

Prologue

2 months before "High School Musical" takes place

"Please, no. . . . no more, please!" she begged relentlessly, but to no avail. He continued his advances toward her, smiling a smile that to any other person would seem warm and comforting, but to her, this was the same smile that haunted her every night. She felt tears welling up in her eyes, there was nothing she could do. Self-consciously she pulled the blanket up over her head, childishly hoping that the blanket would work as a shield.

"Come on now," he said, "be a good girl and pull that cover down. I want to see your beautiful face."

She could sense that he was hovering by the bedside, expecting her to comply. She held her breath and closed her eyes, wishing him away. In the next moment the blanket was forcibly pulled out of her grasp. She kept her eyes closed for a few seconds, but then opened them to find his dark green eyes staring back at her, inches away from her face. He then placed his hand over her mouth and whispered, "Sshhh . . . you don't want to wake your parents do you?" he paused, "you remember what I said would happen if you told anyone don't you?"

She nodded, a tear streaming down her cheek. He wiped it away gently, "It's okay, baby, don't cry. I'm not doing this to hurt you. You and me . . . we have something special you know. I love you, and I just want to show you how much I love you. You know that, don't you?"

She nodded again. He removed his hand from her mouth and pressed his lips against hers, forcing his tongue inside her mouth. He reached down and fumbled with his belt buckle, then, unzipped his jeans and worked them off. He then began to work on her jeans. She whimpered, and, escaping from his kiss, pleaded once more. He just shook his head no as he began sliding her jeans down her legs. She closed her eyes and tried to make her mind go someplace else; for she knew there was nothing else she could try to do.

Seemingly hours later, he began to put his clothes back on. He went over by the bed and kissed her on the cheek. He walked over to the door and opened it as silently as possible before he turned back to her and whispered, "Remember," he said quietly but forcefully, "it's our little secret."

She nodded and he shut the door and tiptoed back off to his room. As soon as the door was closed, she began shaking uncontrollably. She heard a voice calling to her as she was heading for light.

KRMSKRMSKRMSKRMSKRMSKRMSKRMSKRMSKRMS

"Are you okay?" a concerned voice asked. She began to stir. A hand was gently pushing on her arm. Her heart was racing, her breathing was unsteady. The shaking finally started to subside. "Are you okay?" the voice asked, "come on, wake up."

She slowly sat up and opened her tired eyes. It was a dream. She thought relieved. She was in school, she was safe. She remembered she was in the library, she was a peer tutor, and was supposed to help students with their homework.

"Are you okay?" the voice asked again.

"Yes, I'm fine." She said nicely but assertively. She looked up to see who had woken her from her nightmare, and found herself staring into a pair of beautiful, deep blue eyes. "I'm so sorry, do you need help?" she asked.

"No, not really," he said, "it's just you were scaring me, I thought you would fall out of the seat and hit your head, you were shaking like crazy."

"Oh, well thanks." She said sweetly.

"Were you having a nightmare or something?" he asked.

"Or something," she replied smiling.

He smiled back, "Anything you want to talk about?"

"Not really, but thanks for asking," she paused before asking, "You sure you don't need help with anything?"

He looked down at his trigonometry book and sighed. "Actually, if you could explain how to graph the six trigonometric functions, that would be really nice."

"Of course." She responded. He smiled appreciatively and took the seat next to her. As she took time to explain the process to him, he noticed that not only was she beautiful and intelligent, she was also sweet and caring. He was amazed that she never seemed to get irritated with him, even though she probably had to repeat herself about a million times before he was fully able to understand. She didn't judge him or make fun of him. He didn't know if he could say the same thing about his friends.

TBC