Troy shut his locker and shook his blonde-streaked hair. He couldn't believe that summer was already over. It had been an awesome summer, despite the drama it started off with. But for some reason, Troy found himself thinking more about the drama then about all the fun they'd had. Why had he let himself get so caught up in something that took him away from his girlfriend, Gabriella?

"Hey, Troy!" A familiar voice said. Troy jumped and turned around to see Sharpay's perfect grin. She leaned back against the locker, adjusting her pink silk tank top. "Aren't you just psyched to be back here?" she sighed, gazing at the busy hallway.

Troy rolled his eyes. "Oh, c'mon, Sharpay," he grinned. "It's not that bad. You know, some of us actually had to work all summer."

"Oh, is that what you were doing?" Sharpay teased. "All I seem to remember is you picnicking and sneaking into the pool after hours."

Troy laughed lightly. "Well, I will admit that I wasn"t quite as busy as you. It must be hard spying on me all day long."

Sharpay huffed and smacked Troy with her Prada bag. "Huh! I was not spying on you," she snapped, folding her arms in outrage. "I was simply ensuring my investment. You were supposed to be my partner for the talent show, so I had to make sure you weren't jeopardizing your singing voice."

Troy crossed his arms. "Is that so?" he asked.

Sharpay sighed. "Of course it is. It's not all about you, Troy Bolten."

Troy tilted his head. "I could say the same to you-"

"Except that in my case, it would be untrue," Sharpay corrected. She glanced around the hall. "So, where's your girlfriend?"

"Gabriella, you mean?" Troy asked. For some reason, Sharpay could never seem to remember Gabriella's name. Troy shrugged. "She was supposed to meet me this morning, but she hasn't shown up yet."

"Trouble in paradise?" Sharpay asked.

"Nope," Troy answered, shutting his locker as the bell rang. He casually rested his hand on her shoulder. "But if there is, you'll be the first to know," he winked.