Disclaimer: Yes I own high school musical I am sitting on ZacEfron'shott lap right now and Vanessa is getting me a glass of water. Oh and Ashley is rubbing my feet!! Yeah I know just a fantasy.
A/N: god I hate this stupid key board!! My Mom just kicked me off of the computer so I have to use my laptop and I hate the keyboard on this thing!!! URG!! I am listening to Ashley Tisdale's headstrong cd, chewing watermelon gum, and hopelessly staring at one of my many hott posters of ZacIdk why I am telling you all this. I guess I should write now.
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The girls paraded through the halls of East High. They were the queens of the school. Also they were at odds with the dudes, who ruled the other half of the East High student body. They were self-claimed enemies.
The girl group consists of four girls who were the best of friends. Gabriella, the leader of the group, she was also a math wiz, very attractive, and was nearly always single. Sharpay supplied the drama for the group, was in theater, was also very attractive, and was never single. Taylor was the one who handled all the "physical" needs of the group, ready to tell someone off of beat them to a plup. Yet, Taylor was very nice to the people she trusted. Kelsey was shy around others but could be wild around the girls at the sleepovers that were held each Friday night since they first became friends. They all stuck together and were very popular, but not in the mean way. They were known by everyone and all the other girls wanted to be in their "group."
The boys well, all the girls wanted to be with them, and the guys wanted to be them. Troy was the leader, never single or with the same girlfriend for 3 weeks, blue eyes, and definitely the hottest guy in school.Chad was Troy's right hand guy, bushy hair, and had a secret crush on Taylor. Zeke and Jason were the other two in the group and all of them were on the basketball team.
As the girls walked through the double doors of East High, and buckets of water fell onto them. Water might not seems like much, but it ruined the girl's hair, make-up, and clothes.
"Ahhhh!" the girls all screeched.
Of course the boys, whom had pulled the prank, were laughing several feet ahead.
"You boys will not get away with this!" Gabriella scolded the boys.
The boys continued to laugh.
"Yeah right Montez." Troy exclaimed at Gabriella.
The girls shot death glares at the boys then stalked off to the bathroom. In the bathroom they fixed them selves up with the make-up that Sharpay had always carried with her. When they arrived at class they were 15 minutes late. They tried to sneak into Mrs. Darbus's classroom. Then Mrs. Darbus's voice blared through the room.
"Montez, McKessie, Evans, Nelson, Take a seat." Mrs. Darbus commanded, "and why are you girls late?"
The boys and girls never snitched on each other that would get them both in trouble.
"We had to go ask Mrs. Smith a question about our French homework." Sharpay answered.
"Very well then, but next time get a note." Mrs. Darbus said then motioned for the girls to take a seat.
The girls laughed silently to themselves and th boys chuckled.
A note landed on Gabriella's desk and she opened it. She recognized the handwriting immediately.
Gym? Free Period?
-Troy
Gabriella sighed and wrote down her reply. The two had became expects at passing notes so Gabriella put the note on the floor. Then, using her heel, she skid it across the floor to Troy's desk.
Troy bent down and picked up the note. He opened the note then read the reply.
Why? What do you want Bolton
-Gabriella
Troy chuckled to himself, wrote his answer, and returned the note. He threw the note at Gabriella's back so it slid down her back and into the chair. Gabriella took the note and giggled at his reply.
You baby, only you. Jk! You wish! Well I just need to tell you something. It's urgent.
-Troy
Gabriella wrote her reply and when the teacher turned around, she threw it at him. The note hit him in the forehead, causing her to giggle and receive "you go girl!" looks from the rest of the girls.
Troy shot the girls a glare before reading Gabriella's reply.
you got 10 minutes.
-Gabriella
Troy smirked. The bell rang and the class exited the classroom.
Gabriella had just finished swapping items in her locker so she shut the locker door to reveal a sure-of-himself-looking Troy. He had his arms crossed leaning his back on the lockers with one leg propped up against them. "Ready babe?"Troy asked her smirking.
"Bolton shut the hell up!" GAbriells remarked about Troy calling her "babe".
"watch that mouth of yours Montez." Troy answered emotionless.
Gabriella sighed as they walked into the gym.
"what are ya'll girls planning to do to get back at us?"
"that devilish deed is already done." Gabriella answered.
Gabriella noticed one lone basketball on the gym fllor. She ran to the ball and picked it up.
"You wanna play?" Gabriella asked, twirling the basketball on her fingertips.
Troy looked at her wide-eyed. "you play?"
"DUR! You're a smart one!" Gabriella remarked sarcastically.
"Ok, Montez. But I will so whoop your ass!"
"Yeah right, Bolton." Gabriella replied as she kicked off her heels. She dribbled down to the three-point line. The sound of the ball swishing through the hoop filled the gym.
"Damn Montez." Troy said amazed.
"Girls can play basketball too ya know."
"Not like that."
Gabriella blushed and giggled.
"How 'bout we make this more interesting."
"How do you mean Bolton?"
"A bet. Whoever wins get whatever they said they wanted if they won." Troy replied smirking.
"Ok. So what shall I bet on?"
"ummmmmmm… If you loose you have to make-out with me and if I loose ,which I wont, I have to.." Troy answered.
"Ewww Why would I make-out with you?"
"Cuz it will make this game more interesting for both of us."
"UGH! Ok but if you loose, which you will, you have to dye your hair pink!"
"WHAT!!" Troy yelled.
"Deal?" Gabriella asked holding out her hand for him to shake.
"Deal."Troy said the shook her hand.
Sorry for the cliffhanger but it is late and I have to turn in for the night. I will try to post again today or tomorrow. Hope you liked it. Personally I like these the most.