"Introduction to my Life"
I look up and gaze at the beautiful blue sky. There are no clouds and the sun is shining brightly. The weather is wonderful which is a good sign-summer is coming. It's hot and I want to take a shower for the fifth time today but that's not exactly possible since I have classes. Also, the first one is with Ms. Darbus, so why am I even rationalizing on this? I get up from my favorite bench, take off my headphones while interrupting Kings of Leon's "Sex on Fire" and take my worn-out bag. It's not heavy or something but still feels like it weights a million pounds because I know I have to take it with me everywhere during the whole long day. Isn't it going to end soon? I feel like I have to be at home any minute.
For a normal human being school is fun, right? It's the place where you meet all of your friends, you laugh during brakes and at lunch, you see your girlfriend or boyfriend and share some kisses and just feel free and young or the exact opposite- nervous and insecure because there is an exam coming and you haven't studied enough or at all. However, even then everything's cool because you will chill out after school by watching a movie or going shopping again- with your friends. Well, I am a human being and my mother says I am a normal one but if you look at my school schedule, none of the things above are my school day I see people, I talk with my teachers and eat in the bathroom where I feel safe. I always study enough and usually get my exams without s problem and then go home and watch something like "The Notebook" or "A walk to remember" or even "Titanic" by myself. It sounds strange but to me it is nowhere near that. It's my routine, it's my lifestyle, it's what I do.
I walk into the brightly colored classroom, full of students who are shouting and laughing for the last time before the beginning of the school day. Ms. Darbus is sitting at her desk and gazing at a newspaper. She is again wearing the most unfashionable and freaky clothes there are- orange and pink. How can you even come up with that kind of combination for crying out loud? Anyway, I am used to this, everybody is used to this, so no attention is needed.
I hear the loud bell ringing. Fortunately, I walked in just in time and there will be no detention today. I smile a bit and walk fast but not too fast, so no one would bother looking. I am so very near my seat and just about sitting when I suddenly feel two fingers, tapping on my shoulder while clinging their nails in my skin with full force. I slowly turn around even though I already know who it is. As I make a full turn, I meet the striking, full of hate blue eyes of my biggest enemy- Troy Bolton.
I am Gabriella Montez and I am the number one bullied girl at East High School, Albuquerque, New Mexico.
-What do you want, Troy?
I put my bag down and my hand on my waist as I always do whenever I am in full contact with him. I really am bullied but I have learned my lesson-always show you don't care and have confidence until the end. As I look into his eyes again, I can't help but wonder what would they look like if there wasn't so much hate and pride and just negativity.
-Good morning to you, too, Montez.
-Don't bullshit me and get to the point. You know I don't really like talking to you that much.
-Alright, then. I just wanted to ask you why did you, in this fine and sunny morning, smile without any reason, while walking into Ms. Darbus' classroom?
-I will smile whenever I want to without having a reason to do that, asshole.
He smiles widely and gets a hold of my arm without causing me any pain since we are in a classroom and a teacher is probably watching. I don't pull back because I know that if I do, he will use his strength immediately and it will end up badly.
-Fine, Montez. Just don't be smiling too much. It doesn't suit you.
I sigh loudly and roll my eyes at him. How can a human being be so stupid and just looking constantly for the smallest thing to offend somebody? My general question which won't probably be answered soon enough.
-Whatever, Bolton. Just leave me alone.
-Will do. See you after school.
He smiles again and slowly walks away, never leaving my eyes. I turn around and finally get attached to my chair. Ms. Darbus stands up and the class begins. While taking my notebook out, I still can't help but wonder what would his eyes look like if we shared nothing but hate.
It's finally lunch time and I am just dying for a hamburger and some fries. I enter the cafeteria and of course catch a few glares. I see exactly the food I want to see and sigh happily in relief. Thank God. I get in the queue and feel somebody giving me a hug from behind. Once again, I know exactly who that person is.
-Guess who?
-Taylor, I think this is getting old.
She laughs and moves in front of me. As I smile and look at her, I realize how much I have to be thankful to have Taylor Mckessie in my life. She is my best friend and the one and only person I can fully trust and say everything to. She is very kind and not even close to selfish. I just love her and will probably always do.
-How was your morning?
I don't know what to tell her because nothing really happened. The only memorable event has to be my wonderful encounter with Troy. After that- classes, glares, pointing and classes.
-Well, I had the best conversation with Bolton and then nothing so special. You?
-Me? I had the best morning ever.
-Really? Why's that?
-I had a meeting with the decathlon team and then I presented a few projects and got an A on all of them. And them some make out sessions with Chad.
- Eww! How many times do I have to tell you not to talk about your lovely relationship with my number one enemy's best friend? And especially when I am going to eat!
-I'm sorry but I just can't help it. He's so hot and so yummy and his lips are just the b-
-Taylor!
-Sorry! Anyway, tell me about that encounter with Troy.
We get our food and sit on our usual table. I take a glance at the jocks' table and can't help but stare with disgust written all over my face. Everyone is eating, shouting and throwing paper and food at each other while #1 Captain Bolton is making out with another cheerleader. How can the others even eat? I would have puked a thousand times by now.
-Well, I was just walking into the classroom and smiled because I wasn't late and wouldn't have to get any detention today. I was just about to sit on my stupid desk when he just came up to me an started questioning me about my smile. How stupid can he get?
-I am not surprised. Everyday it is something different and he's always looking for an excuse to get into a fight with you.
I know that she's right but when will this end? We start eating and I look at him once again. However, this time our eyes meet. The girl is gone and now he is just chatting with his basketball buddies. We hold gazes for a few seconds and then I look away and down to my food. So much hate in those eyes and in the same time something else, something unrecognizable..
It's almost the end of the day. I'm starting to count the minutes left. Suddenly, I remember I will have to get some bruises from Troy after school. How wonderful.. As I am walking down the hall, I accidentally bump into the Drama Queen of East High- the lovely Sharpay Evans. God, I hate her.
-Watch where you're going, nerd!
After her yelling, every single person around us begins to stare at the scene and then laughs.. at me, of course. She steps away and continues on walking while her pink heels click on the hard floor and my ears are disturbed. Sharpay Evans. She has quite a history. She was Troy's leading lady for two straight years until he became from just popular to the most popular guy in school (after causing the win of the basketball championship) and realized he could have any girl he wants and Sharpay is not the only one in his list anymore. She and her brother, Ryan, control the Drama department and have played all the lead roles in every single musical ever made by Ms. Darbus. Sharpay dresses in pink and Ryan in purple…always. Gay, right? So, now she hasn't got a boyfriend and the only thing left is to either win Troy back, which she is working on, or torture and laugh at the whole student body just because it's fun and she is the Queen, which she prefers as a main hobby.
Two more classes, a meeting with Bolton and then finally at home with a movie..
The last bell rings. I gather my things and go to my locker for the final time. I take the things which I will need during the weekend even though I won't probably be looking at them since I don't have anything important going on next week. I look in the mirror and fix my hair a little. Wait, what am I doing? Why am I fixing my hair for crying out loud? Would Troy mind if my hair is a little messy? Such a stupid girl..
I walk through the large doors of East High and put on my headphones. I press "play" and hear the ending of "Sex on Fire". I sing the lyrics in my head and pray to God he has forgotten or his dad has called out a late practice or he has just decided to have sex with another cheerleader, anything for that matter. He just can't come.
I am almost in front of my house when I see his car parked a few blocks away. No, no, no. He's here and I a-
-Hey, Montez.
I turn around, while taking my headphones off and see Troy Bolton in all his glory. I know I'm not supposed to say this but he really looks like hot right now. No, actually. He always looks like this but never mind.
-Hi, Bolton. What do you want? Don't you have someone to fuck?
-No, done a pretty good job all day long. Now, it's your turn.
He grins and I see his perfect white teeth. Definitely has worn braces. However, not a new discovery. I've noticed at least a thousand times and still get surprised every time. No clue why.
-What are you going to do with me?
-I don't know. What do you want me to do?
He comes closer. This is new. He always stays at least a few feet away while he is still talking to me. What's going on?
-I don't want you to do anything, Bolton. I never wanted.
-Come on, Brie. I think we both know what you exactly want from me right now.
-What did you just call me?
-I called you "Brie". Your name is Gabriella and for shorter it can be "Brie".
-Only my friends call me that, Troy. You and I both know that.
He gently takes my hand and holds it in his. However, I am not feeling any pain or any force. He is just touching me..gently. But what the hell?
-Troy, what are you doing?
-I want to be your friend, Brie. No, actually I don't want that.
-Then what do you want?
-I want more. I don't want to just be one of your friends. I want to be something more, something more special. To you.
Then Troy Bolton comes even closer to me and takes my face into his hands. While I am still staring at him blankly, he comes even closer and then I feel his lips. I want to pull away, I really do but I just.. can't. I feel his hands on my waist, while I put my own on his neck. This feels is so unexpected, so strange and at the same time so right. I don't want to pull away. But after a few seconds I feel he does it. I open my eyelids slowly and gaze into his blue orbs.
-Troy, what's going on?
To Be Continued..