A/N Hey, it's Maureen, I'm reposting this story up until the third chapter. Thanks for reading. REVIEW!
disclaimer – If you think I own this, then you're crazier than you look! Besides, if I owned it, why the heck would I be here?
Sneak, sneak. If I tiptoe past one more row I can escape Gab- "What are you doing here?"
Shit. "Hi, Gabriella, can you please be a little quieter. There's a scene going on onstage," I stage-whisper to her, pasting a smile on my face.
"Well, sor-ry," she mutters under her breath before continuing, "What are you doing here?"
I pointedly ignore her question and respond, "God, Gabriella, can you be quiet for ten freakin' seconds?"
"Sure. Can do."
Ten seconds of kinda-awkward silence, then she comes back, more persistent than ever, asking "Why are you here? Answer me this time or I'll get really angry and scream."
"Temper tantrum much," I mutter as I resign myself. "I've suddenly discovered that I have an unrequited love of theater," I say sarcastically.
"No, no, that's not it," she whispers back.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious. I wanted to get in touch with my creative side," I say this time.
"Not it. Hey, now I'm gonna guess!" she exclaims.
"Oh god," I think, "this should be good."
"You want more extra-curriculars," she suggests.
"Nope."
"Darn. Umm… you want to spend more time with little-old-me."
"Flattering for you, but nein."
"Huh?"
"No, Gabriella, no," I say exasperatedly.
"Ooh, I got it, I got it!" she exclaims, "You have a CRUSH ON SOMEONE!"
"Stop screaming, and yes, I have a crush," I respond resignedly.
"Ooh, who is it?" she asks, "No, wait, I'll guess!"
"Again, oh god," I whisper.
"Kaleb?"
"Nope."
"Troy?"
"Gabs, no!"
"Good, 'cause he's mine," she says defensively, "Jason."
"Nope."
"Oh, I got it! I got it! RYAN!"
"No. No. Defintely no. He's with Chad, remember," I respond quickly, before I lose my nerve.
"I try to forget," she mutters under her breath. "Wait, that's all the guys in drama club!"
I steel myself to say what I need to say. I open my mouth and whisper, "Who said it was a guy?"
"What?" she exclaims again.
"I'm… gay."
"You can't be… you're not… that's not true…"
"It is, I am."
"Wait a minute… you're…g…" she stutters out.
"Gay, Gabs, and shut up again. Turn the volume down," I whisper frantically.
"Okay, I got it. You're… that one word. Now, let's continue. Who's your secret crush," she murmurs, acting through her confusion.
"Someone," I mutter indistinctly.
My breath catches as she, the She, approaches.
"Taylor, how nice to see you in the theater. I'm so glad you've finally decided to venture into my world."
"Yeah, Sharpay, me too."
"Here, let's jump right in. Come on, I need a scene partner," she says, grabbing my arm and whisking me away.
This could be fun.
A/N - OK, this is my first re-write. Chapter two re-write will be up soon. I'm glad that I'm fixing it so I can regain my readers.
I love all of you
Maureen