"Gabi! GABI! Get the hell up!" Taylor yelled down my ear. I groaned and rolled out of bed.
"What time is it?" I asked, barely opening my eyes.
"It's 20 to 9. We have 20 minutes to get to class. Come on, we don't want to be late for our last day before summer!!" Taylor said.
"Wake me up in 15 minutes," I told her, climbing back into bed. She sighed and walked into the bathroom.
I'd finally managed to get up, and although I was late for English I decided to walk as slowly as possible. I didn't care if I got a detention, because it was finally summer! It was usually a blast at PCA, because although Taylor and Sharpay had the choice to go home, they always decided to stay with me, because I didn't have a home to go to. Or a family. We usually hung by the pool all summer. I'd just reached the English block, when Troy came strolling towards me, with his basketball team behind him.
"I see you're name's down to stay for the summer," he said.
"Yeah. Why do you care?" I replied harshly.
"I don't. But we all know you don't have anywhere to go. And luckily for you, we've decided to stay too," he said, gesturing behind him at his ''gang'' with a smirk on his face. I sighed.
"Oh, just fuck off Bolton," I hissed. He glared at me.
"Sorry? What did you just say to me?" He said. I shrugged as if I didn't care less if he heard me or not. He raised his eyebrows and turned to his gang of cronies. "Get the bitch." Before I knew it, Chad, Troy's best friend slammed me against the locker and took my bag. He threw it to Troy who emptied it all on the floor.
"Oh, whats this?" He asked, picking up a piece of paper. "It looks like the English homework I forgot to do last night." He shoved it in his pocket and gestured for Chad to let me go. He watched me fall to the ground and smirked. They all walked off, apart from Troy. I quickly started to gather up my belongings.
"Later, Montez," he drawled, and walked off to into our English class, which I was horribly late for.
"Are you ready?" Sharpay asked. School was out, and each year before everybody went home for the summer, a party was held on Mystic beach. It had started an hour ago, but Sharpay, being Sharpay, had decided that we needed to be 'fashionably late'. I was wearing a short blue halterneck dress with silver flip-flops. I had my hair down in loose curls, flowing past my shoulders. Taylor was wearing a purple spaghetti strapped dress, and of course, Sharpay was wearing a strapless pink dress with pink wedges.
"Yeah, I think," I replied, applying some strawberry lipgloss.
"Lets go girls!" Taylor grinned. We linked arms and started walking to the beach.
"Do you think Troy Bolton will dance with me?" She asked to nobody inparticular.
"And why would you want to dance with him?" I said, with a disgusted look on my face.
"Look, I know hes a bastard to you, but you have to admit he is.. gorgeous!" Sharpay giggled. "Don't look at me as if i'm mad! I know you think he's hot too."
"Ugh. I do not!" I replied.
"You do too!" she insisted.
"Girls, girls.. stop arguing. We're here!" Taylor yelled. The three girls took in the beautiful beach infront of them; fairy lights had been strung across the small bar and small lanterns were dotted around the beach. The place looked magical. Girls were screaming and giggling as they were splashed flirtasiously by the guys, a game of volleyball was in process, a bunch of people were dancing wildly and couples were kissing intimatley in corners of the beach. Sharpay squealed.
"Troy Bolton here I come!!" Sharpay screamed.
"..Or here comes Troy Bolton?" Troy suggested, walking up to us from behind. Sharpay blushed.
"Umm.. I was talking about a different Troy..." she muttered unconvincingly.
"Right," He said, raising an eyebrow. Chad pushed Troy out of the way and looked at Taylor.
"Would you like to dance?" He asked. Taylor was just about to say yes until I nudged her. "Ugh. In your dreams, Chad," she hissed. He sighed. "Yeah, in my dreams." Troy glared at Chad. Chad cleared his throat and stepped away.
"You look hot, Montez," Troy whispered in my ear, so only I heard. To be honest, I couldn't tell if he was joking or not. Taylor was too busy debating whether she should dance with Chad and Sharpay was flirting with a boy called Zeke, who was one of Troy's friends. It looked like Sharpay had forgotten all about wanting to dance with Troy. I gave him one of my death glares and pulled Taylor away.
"Don't even think about dancing with Chad," I told her.
"Right. I don't even like him," she replied, but she looked as if she was trying to convince herself. This was going to be a great summer, I thought miserably.
A/N: It gets better. lol. Already have the first few chapters written, what do you think? More reviews = faster the chapters come out.