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usually when two people hate each other, they are expected to not talk and leave it at that. but, with Troy Bolton and Gabriella Montez' relationship, it couldn't be anymore confusing. one day they would be at each other throats, trying to kill each other, and the next they would ignore each other and be plotting how to ruin the other's life the next day. it was a pattern that no-one understood and they didn't want to understand it.
"I hate you Bolton, i really hate you..." Gabriella seethed, picking leftover pizza bits out of her hair, Troy thought it would be funny to play foodfight and hit his number one target and the next time he threw his applesauce pancake, it hit the school principal and ended them both in detention. They were famous for being in detention it was expected adn they always had fights in there and putting the blame on each other.
"Ouch, Montez, that really hurt, it did...but i'll get over it." Troy said sarcastically, putting a hand over his heart and feigning hurt. "But, you look almost normal with all that pizza in your hair, it really matches the colour of that wig!" Gabriella turned and scowled at him, crossing her arms over her chest and looking at him defiantly.
"I don't know Bolton, why don't you tell me about yours?" she smirked, and the smile on Troy's face was wiped off clean.
"Shut it Montez." he growled
"Make me Bastard." she spat back, leaning forward and narrowing her eyes into smaller slits; any more and they'd be closed.
Troy Bolton was the golden boy of East High, he was the king of the basketball court and captain of the team. He had a crooked smile that made all the girls (students and female teachers) swoon, his eyes were hypnotizing, therefore, he could anyone to do what he wanted just by jutting out his lower lip cutely and making his big, azule eyes big and round. It could be said that he was the Adonis of the school, and he reveled in the attention he got from the students—especially the female population of them.
Gabriella Montez, quiet and usually doesn't get riled up that easily, but when it comes to Troy Bolton her feathers get more ruffled than a chicken going through a windmill. She was beautiful, her high cheek bones and her soft caramel eyes gave her an exotic look; every member of the male population (one exception: Troy Bolton) trailed after her like lost puppies, but she wouldn't date until she was ready, her common answer to all her callers requests. She was studious and clever, and very also secretly athletic; before she moved to Albuquerque with her family, she lived in Pennsylvania, where she was captain of her middle school track team, dance team, and baseball team.
Moving to Albuquerque, after her parents died and living with nine other kids in a crazy foster home, she kind of walked away from all of those. Only running when no one was around—her real parents were her biggest support for competing, she doesn't do that anymore.
"Bolton move, your fat head is in the way!" she screamed, earning a pointed glare from the teacher holding detention that day. Troy snorted, "My fat head? Oh that's rich…considering that at least I can wear a hat Monteloser."
" 'Monteloser'?" Gabriella raised her eyebrows, "that's the best you got?"
Troy turned in his seat, "Well, I could come up with better Montez, but I just want to sleep right now, so—"
"Ah, that's what you do best, I won't disturb you—"
"Will you two be quiet! This is detention not an opened debate! Quiet!" the teacher yelled, his red hair flaming around his gaunt cheek bones; making his bright green eyes seem brighter and bigger…and creepier. Troy and Gabriella looked down at their desks, but not before giving each other a final glare and turning away.
"Sorry Mr. Trundle."
"Sorry Mr. T," Troy mumbled, sticking his earphones in his head, turning on his music on a low volume, don't want to get that taken away so he can die of boredom, of course, Gabriella might like that wouldn't she.
Five minutes, tick tock, tick tock….the time seemed to slow down as they both just sat there. Troy fiddled with the cord of his earphones. Gabriella let out a breath as she turned the page in her book. It seemed even Mr. Trundle was excited when the bell went off, announcing that lunch was beginning and the chatter of students were in the hallway.
"Finally!" cheered Troy, standing up and stretching, "food here I come!"
"Oh sure, sir-eats-a-lot, you're gonna look real attractive if eat your weight in junk…" Gabriella said, under her breath, unfortunately, Troy heard and scowled in her direction.
"You're lucky that it's lunchtime Montez…" he turned and left, Gabriella rolled her eyes and went out the detention room herself, a bubbly Sharpay bouncing in her face.
"Hey buddy!" Sharpay squealed, her green eyes glistening in the dim lighting. "to lunch?"
Gabriella smiled and giggled, "to lunch…"
"WE GO THEN!" Sharpay shouted, pumping her fist in the air, grabbing Gabriella's hand and pulling her to her hot pink convertible. Gabriella laughed, tightening her hold on her books.
"Shar, you're gonna pull my arm out of its socket!"
"Sorry! But we got to beat traffic Gabs!"
After quite literally throwing Gabriella into the passenger side of the car, she ran to the drivers side and literally jumped in. Stepping on the breaks and peeling out of the parking lot, earning stares from the members of the basketball team that stayed, and the other students on their way to lunch.
The chinese restaurant was red, very red, with gold ribbon and booths. Gaudy and loud, thought Gabriella, looking around. Seeing the waiters and waitresses wearing bright red kimono's and carrying gold trays with food and drinks on them. "Sharpay, this place awfully expesiv—ah!" Sharpay pinched her, her manicured nails digging tiny crevices into her skin.
"Gabriella, what do I say, lunch is always on me and my unlimited credit card." Her smile was confident and toothy, Gabriella just nodded; feeling a bit bad that her friend won't let her do anything to pay her back. "Now, c'mon, wanton noodles are calling me!" she grabbed Gabriella's wrist and pulled her to an empty table, and began chatting animatedly as Gabriella looked around and pretended to listen.
"SHIT!" yelled a voice, oh-so-familiar to Gabriella's ears. "what is Monteloser doing here?" she turned slightly in her seat to see Troy Bolton staring at her from a booth next to their table. She sneered, glaring heatedly.
"It's a free country Bolton, I can eat here with my friends if I want to…"
"Correction, Monteloser," Troy said, glaring back. "you can eat here with your friend, because you have no life…but you try—" slap!
It was as if the whole place went quiet, staring at the two of them, standing up from their chairs and their faces inches away from each other. Troy raised a hand to his stinging cheek, his eyes cold and emotionless, Gabriella glared at him hotly. "Learn your place Bolton.." she growled low and dangerous.
"Oh no, Montez, I think it's you who needs to learn their place…I'm the king…the king" he said, equally cold, equally dangerous. it was an intimidating stare down, until a waiter came between them, carrying a tray of Sharpay's wanton noodles and Gabriella's mooshoo pork. She scoffed one more time, flipped her hair over shoulder—hitting Troy in the face—and sat down. Stabbing her food with pent up anger.
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"Why do you and Troy have to fight, he's hot.." Sharpay said, paying for their meal and trailing her eyes over Troy's body as he got up to go the bathroom. Gabriella snorted unattractively beside her.
"He's so not hot, he's infuriating and a horrible human being…" she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "he probably thinks the same of me…" her voice trailed off.
Sharpay took in a deep breath, "he doesn't even know you Gabster, how can you know what he thinks of you?"
"I don't know what he thinks, I just said 'probably', but it's because he doesn't know me that he could think I'm a horrible human being…"
"Hey Monteloser, move it!" Troy said, shoving her shoulder roughly, and walking to the area that had all the restrooms. Gabriella ground her teeth together and turned on her heel, marching up behind Troy and grabbing his shouler. Turning him around.
"What the fuck is your problem Bolton!" she yelled, her eyes glowing with frigid anger.
"My problem?" Troy said, raising his brows incredulously.
"Yes, your problem! Ever since I came here you've been nothing but mean and an ass to me! What the fuck has crawled up your ass and died?" her fists clenched and her upper teeth stabbed into her lower lip, almost breaking skin.
Troy just stared at her, he really had to go, but getting under her skin was just too good to pass up. "I'm not going to tell you—"
"Like hell you are!"
"Why don't you go to hell!"
"Why don't you g—"
"Cookie?" said an elderly voice, turning both of them saw an old Chinese man carrying a small tray of black fortune cookies. But, there were only two cookies. Gabriella smiled politely,
"Um, no I'm sorry, but we really don't n—"
"You're not my mom Montez, yo, dude; I'll have a cookie.." he reached on the tray and grabbed one; stuffing in his jeans pocket, planning to eat it when he got away from Montez, which he hoped was soon.
The old man, took the tray and shoved toward Gabriella, she still smiled politely, "Um, sir, I really don't want any…sorry,"
"Well, now that this conversation is over, I'm going to the bathroom, sayonara loser!" Troy yelled, moving to the men's bathroom door, but stopping when he heard the old man mutter something in Chinese, he turned to see that the old man was pointing at him and Gabriella saying something he couldn't understand.
"你吃饼干，你跟他交易，他的贸易与你有快乐的同时学习和生活！吃饼干和有幸福的生活中相互学习和借鉴的开关.( you eat cookie, you trade with him, he trade with you both learn and have happy life! eat cookie and have happy life learn from each other during the switch..)" he muttered it over and over again, until Gabriella held up her hands grabbing a cookie and smiling a slightly annoyed smile as the old man walked away.
Troy stared at her, smirking, "he annoys you doesn't her Montez?"
"Not as much as Bolton, not as much as you.."
"I'm honoured, really." He scoffed, turned and went into the bathroom. Gabriella looked around and cracked open her fortune cookie, reading the fortune:
In the stars, there's a journey about to begin; the prize reflected in another's eyes—what you see is what you both lack, only finding love in each other can change you back.
"What ever" Troy said, stuffing the tiny paper slip in his pocket and chewing loudly on the cookie itself. All of a sudden, the ground shook violently from under his feet, "What the hell!" he grabbed onto the wall and tried to remain standing, but it was hard when the shaking got worse.
When it was over, he thrust open the door, seeing Gabriella—shaken and seeming a little scared. He looked her over, knowing that she felt it too.
"Sharpay!" Gabriella yelled, running back to the front of the restaurant, but stopping when she saw her best friend flirting with the afro'd Chad Danforth, "Sharpay, please tell me you felt that earthquake?"
"There was an earthquake?" Sharpay asked, tilting her head to the side. "I didn't feel it…"
"You didn't?" Sharpay shook her head, Gabriella looked around, everything looked like it had before. Neat and extremely expensive looking. No rubble whatsoever.
"But, I could've sworn that I felt …. There was an—"
"Buddy, let's get back to school okay, we're already late and Danforth"—she winked at him and he winked back –"asked me out tonight so we gotta hurry."
They left the restaurant, 5 minutes later so did Troy and Chad. The same thing going through Troy and Gabriella's head, that wasn't an ordinary earthquake…
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