A/N: I fell in love with this song the first time I heard it, so I decided to write a story about it. But of course, it's different from the song. This is the first chapter of "Welcome to my life" The song is by simple plan, not me.

ENJOY!


Summary: Troy-selfish, emotionless, cold, mysterious, arrogant, dark, every girls dream, gorgeous, bad boy, and King of EHS. Gabriella-shy, timid, new, quiet, smart, innocent, small, beautiful, secretive, caring, sweet. When these two very different people meet, it could only lead to one thing. HATE, or perhaps LOVE (Unspoken attraction).

Chapter 1 – Welcome to my life

Do you ever feel like breaking down?

Do you ever feel out of place?

Like somehow you just don't belong

And no one understands you

Do you ever want to run away?

Do you lock yourself in your room?

With the radio on turned up so loud

That no one hears you screaming

No you don't know what it's like

When nothing feels alright

You don't know what it's like

To be like me

To be hurt, to feel lost to be left out in the dark

To be kicked, when you're down

And feel like you've been pushed around

To be on the edge of breaking down,

And no one understands you

No you don't know what it's like

WELCOME TO MY LIFE!

The heavy rain pelted mercilessly against the broad, jean covered back, rolling on to the wet, slippery pavement, creating an annoying "pitter-patter" sound,

A few cars drove by the vulnerable teen, spraying him with mud. His eyes squinted, trying to stay focused through the heavy droplets. He pulled the jacket tighter around himself, in an attempt to shield himself. His sneakered feet slapped against the pavement, as he ran blindly through the rain. Finally making it to the shelter of his vacant front porch, he ripped the heavy material from his soaked body, and let it fall from his numb fingers. He glared blankly at the wooden door before him, before silently unlocking it and stepping into the quiet house, he was supposed to call home.

He noiselessly shut the heavy door behind him, and kicked off his soiled sneakers. Still in his socks, he made his way towards the stairs, cringing whenever his wet feet came into contact with the wooden floor, releasing a "squelch" sound. He breathed a sigh of relief, the moment his drenched sock hit the top step.

"TROY!!!" A deep masculine voice rang through the house. Troy froze from where he stood, soaked to the bone. His stomach muscles tightened, and every single strand of hair on his body stood erect. Nervously, he ran his moist tongue across his parched lips, and turned on the spot, his body trembling dangerously. He gripped the wooden stair railings in his fist so tight, that his knuckles popped in protest. "GET DOWN HERE!" the familiar voice bellowed, causing the house to shake violently. Troy felt his muscles lock, as he started his way down the stairs again, cringing whenever a step creaked.

His father stood at the bottom of the stairs, his arms folded across his chest. He bore an amused expression, laced with anger, and distaste. Troy planted his soaked feet firmly on the last step, his hands clenched into tight fists.

"Yes." He snarled coldly, looking anywhere but at the man before him.

"Why are you late?" His father asked, the smell of alcohol, and cigarettes flowing out of his mouth.

"I had a tutoring class." Troy lied.

"Is that why you missed practice today?"

The boy cringed, and ran his tongue over his dry lips. He nodded vigorously.

"That's not a good enough excuse, boy." His father hissed venomously. Troy shut his eyes, bracing himself for the blows he knew were yet to come.

An hour later, Troy dragged himself up to his room, and threw himself on his bed, clutching his stomach tightly. He shakily peeled his drenched shirt from his body, and inspected the new cuts and bruises forming on top of the old ones. He leaned back against his pillows and shut his eyes tightly. No tears fell, for he was all out. He simply closed his eyes, and imagined he was in a parallel universe, where fathers didn't beat their children. That trick used to work when he was younger, but now, it just drained every ounce of hope he had left in him.


Troy leaned against his locker, his emotionless blue eyes skimming the crowded hall. They landed on a skinny blonde, angrily stuffing her books in her locker, her short denim skirt rising higher as she bent over her book-bag. She looked new.

He lazily flicked his chestnut hair away from his face and made his way over to the blonde. He leaned against the locker next to hers and shoved his hands into his pockets. The blonde immediately looked up. A blush crept onto her pale face, as she took in the god standing beside her.

"Are you new here?" Troy questioned lazily, plastering his false "charm smile" across his face. The girl giggled, and batted her fake lashes at him, in an attempt to be seductive. She ran her tongue over her glossy crimson lips, and pulled her tight top lower, revealing a lot more cleavage to Troy's liking.

"Only if you want me to be" She spoke in a high sickly sweet voice.

"I don't give a fuck." Troy growled. Within a second, he had the girl caged against her locker, his teeth nipping harshly at her rough skin. His large hands traveled up her skirt.

"Yo, Hoops!"

Troy groaned, and pushed himself off the over-excited girl. "What, Chad?" he snapped turning to his best-friend, looking irritated. The African-American boy flashed him a toothy grin, before grabbing his arm and pulling him away from the girl.

"I don't want to get another detention." He mumbled. Troy hit him on the head, and turned to the blonde, who was still leaning against her locker, in the same state Troy had left her in.

"Fuck off." He snapped at Chad, and stalked over to the blonde, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, yet again.

"I can't do this mom." A nervous Gabriella Montez mumbled to her mom. She gazed out of the tinted window of her moms' car, her stomach twisting into tight, uncomfortable knots. She clutched her book-bag tightly.

"You'll be fine." Her mother replied, brushing the dark curls from her forehead. Gabriella smiled. Her mother leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her daughters' cold forehead. "Just be Gabriella." She whispered. Gabriella nodded, ignoring the ebony strands that fell from the loose ponytail. She pushed the door open and stepped out of the warm car.

"Thanks, mom." She murmured, slinging the strap of her book-bag over bony shoulder.

"Have a nice day." Her mom called as she watched her daughter shut the door and retreat towards the entrance of East High School.

Gabriella made her way through the doors of East High, trying her hardest to seem invisible. She tripped on the last step and stubbed her big toe painfully. A pained hiss passed through her clenched teeth before she could stop it. A few students close to her snickered and passed her wordlessly. She adjusted the strap of her bag properly and proceeded to climbing the "wretched" steps.

She walked towards the principal's office, this time careful not to trip.

TGTGTGTGTGTGTGTGTGTGTGTGTGTG

"Alright settle down, young thespians!" the loud droning voice filled the loud class. The noise ended abruptly, followed by the loud scraping of chairs against the tiled floor.

"Mr. Bolton! Ms. Adams! NO PUBLIC DISPLAYS OF AFFECTION!!!" Ms. Darbus screeched, standing up. The red-haired girl in the cheerleaders outfit removed her red Botox filled lips from Troy's, and scowled angrily at Ms. Darbus. She pushed herself off Troy's lap, and glared at the old gray-haired woman, before making her way to her seat. Troy ran his fingers through his hair. He didn't mind the interruption; she was way too clingy for his liking anyway. Ms. Darbus waltzed back to the front of the class, her long drapes/shawls gliding on the floor behind her. She adjusted her over-sized glasses. "Now…"

"Um, excuse me." A tiny voice spoke from the doorway. Ms. Darbus let out an exasperated sigh and turned towards the doorway. Everyone's eyes turned too.

Troy felt as though every single drop of oxygen in his body had been sucked away, as his eye landed on the tiny girl at the doorway. He took in the way her dark waves fell over face, falling from the loose ponytail on her head, the way her dark mocha eyes flicked from one student to the other, nervousness written all over her golden face. A lazy smile crept onto his face; he took in her appearance, dark jeans, and a light blue-top, the sleeves stopping just below her elbow, and a pair of tennis shoes. He chuckled inwardly, hearing a few girls pointing out the flaws in her lazy outfit, from what they seemed to say, there seemed to be many. Her hands trembled violently when she reached out to hand the teacher a plain brown envelope. She kept her eyes on the tiled floor, uncomfortable by the stares, and glares being directed at her. Ms. Darbus hawk-like eyes skimmed over the sheets. A satisfied smile formed on her wrinkled face. She looked at the brunette warmly, and stuffed the papers back in the envelope. She then turned to the bore looking students, leaning lazily in their chairs. Troy was finding it difficult to look away from the timid brunette, chewing nervously on her plump, red lip.

"Class, we have a new student in our midst." Ms. Darbus exclaimed, waving her hands dramatically. She pointed to the small brunette. "Class, this is Gabriella, she moved here from… um, San Jose."

Troy looked at Gabriella, her face matched the color of an over ripe tomato.

"Now, Ms. Montez, you can take the seat in front of Mr. Bolton." She pointed at the vacant seat in front of Troy.

Gabriella mumbled something and dragged her feet towards Troy, in the fourth row. Someone stuck their foot in Gabriella's path so fast, that she didn't have any time to see in. She tripped, and fell to the floor, hitting her knee hard against the floor. The class erupted in taunting laughs, drowning Ms. Darbus scolds. Gabriella sat up quickly, trying to bite back the tears that threatened to fall. She reached for her back-pack and the many books that had managed to pour out from the open top. She could feel her cheeks burn up, as she quickly tried to gather her belongings. Just when she was about to reach for the last book, a hand snatched it before she could. She looked up. She felt her jaw drop to the ground, the boy before her was insanely beautiful. His golden skin glistened invitingly. His chestnut-blond hair fell sexily over his brown eyebrows. She took in the navy blue hoodie he wore, zipped all the way to the top, and the dark faded jeans covering his muscular legs. The ground beneath her disappeared in an instant, leaving her soaring in the clouds. The wind vanished from her lungs, as did all the moisture in her body. She felt as though her most vital organ was being ripped out of its cage beneath her ribs, by invisible hands that seemed to be protruding from the boys' indescribable eyes. They were blue, really blue, as deep, and blue as the Pacific. Gabriella felt as though she were drowning in its ultramarine depths. The eyes looked just as she had imagined heaven, which led her to the thought that perhaps she was in heaven. They were perfect. But also full of mystery.

And they were staring right at her.

She felt all the heat on Earth rise to her face, and she quickly looked down, her face a deep scarlet. She heard him chuckle quietly and pushed the book into her hands. She snatched it, and quickly stood up. Without saying a thing, she pushed past him and floated to her seat, leaving Troy in shock. He quickly shrugged it off and returned to his seat. All through the rest of homeroom, Troy's eyes were glued to the dark head in front of him; it was as though, nothing else in the World mattered, but the owner of the long, dark waves. His tight stomach felt airy, and his heart beat accelerated. He could feel his palms become sweaty, and he continuously wiped them against his jeans. He licked his dry lips over and over again, in an attempt to try to add moisture to the dry skin, but it almost immediately would evaporate, leaving the skin parched and raw. He clenched his fists tightly, this was definitely odd. He'd never reacted this way to any girl, ever, and this new feeling was really scaring him.


Gabriella gazed thoughtfully at the map of the school given to her by the school's secretary. She was currently trying to find the school Gym. She turned a corner and found herself in yet another hallway, covered in pictures of the WILDCATS mascot, paws, and basketballs, with the letter "E" in the middle. She groaned. The bell had rung nearly two minutes ago, and she was nowhere near finding the cursed gym. She groaned in frustration, and back against the lockers. Her eyelids fluttered shut.

"You sound like you've had bad day." A quiet voice flooded her ears. Gabriella opened her eyes, and pushed off from the white lockers. A dark girl stood before her, her almost black eyes twinkling with evident humor. Her ebony fell just above her shoulders, cropped slightly, and held back by a thick red and white stripped headband. She wore a buttoned white shirt, with cuffed sleeves, and a knee-length pleated matching white skirt. She smiled warmly and held out a chocolate hand. "I'm Taylor Mckessie." Gabriella shook her hand, smiling back at the girl. She opened her mouth to speak, but Taylor cut her off. "And you're Gabriella Montez. I'm in your homeroom."

"Oh, I remember, um, president of the Scholastic Decathlon team, right?" She questioned. Taylor blushed, and nodded.

"You look kind of lost." She commented. Gabriella nodded.

"I'm looking for the gym."

"Cool, I have gym too." She grabbed Gabriella's arm and pulled her down the hall. "Don't worry, you're not late. It usually he girls, like ten minutes to change, so if you can change fast, you're safe." Taylor explained. She giggled, hearing Gabriella's relieved sigh. "So anyway, what kind of things are you into?"

Gabriella shrugged, and chewed on her bottom lip thoughtfully. She stumbled slightly over her own feet. "From what you've just witnessed, I'm accident-prone." She smiled. Taylor laughed.

"I can safely say I'm not."

The two carried on asking random questions about each other, until they reached the double doors of the gym. Taylor pushed the doors with ease, and quickly ran towards the girls changing rooms, with Gabriella following close behind. They finally made it to the changing rooms, finding it already filled. Laughter, hushed giggles, and the sounds of clothes hitting surfaces ricocheted off the walls, as the two girls walked in. A few of the girls walking out snickered in Gabriella's direction, and rudely bumped into her on their way out.

"Ignore them." Taylor whispered to her.

15 minutes later, Gabriella sat between Taylor and a tiny auburn-haired girl with large, round glasses, on the bleachers, along with a dozen other students.

"Okay, I want five laps today, then I'll split you into two groups, and we'll have a little game." The coach barked roughly, pacing at the foot of the bleachers. Gabriella looked past the coach. A sudden burst of energy passed through her fragile body the moment her eyes locked with the familiar cold mysterious blue. Troy smirked at her, sending her a mind-blowing wink. The girl in front of Gabriella let out an excited high-pitched squeal. Coach Bolton glared at her. Gabriella rolled her eyes, realizing the girl had thought the wink was directed at her. She couldn't get over the fact that nearly every single girl at East High literally threw themselves at him, that was from what she'd learned from Taylor, who seemed to despise him a lot more than she did. She'd talked to him after her little incident during homeroom, but had walked away from him, realizing he was an arrogant jerk, who was just trying to get her into bed with him.

She sighed and fixed her attention back on Coach Bolton, ignoring the lust-filled stares the blue-eyed boy was sending in her direction. She clasped her hands together tightly. It didn't seem like avoiding him was going to be "a piece of cake".


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