Hey guys! I'm sorry I deleted 'My Mom's Boyfriend'. I just figured that it was going nowhere and I had no idea what to write next. Maybe I'll try again some other time. Forgive me. Anyway, this is a new story I thought of. I hope you like it! And don't worry, I won't delete this one.

His name was Troy Bolton. Everyone knew him. Well, atleast the whole school did. He was the golden boy of East High School. He was the ladies man. He was the captain of the school's basketball team.

And.... he was a player. Sure, he's dated more than 28 girls since he was 12. Or even more. He had flings with them and even one night stands. But he's never really found a girl whom he loved.

All the girls he dated were either cheerleaders, bitches or cheerleading bitches. You get the point.

Troy was every girl's dream guy. He had stunning blue eyes which could make anyone faint when they look into them. He had chocolate-colored hair and amazing abs which he would often let hot girls touch.

It was a sunny day at East High during history class, the class which Troy despised most. It was also the last day of school before the 5 week school break.

He sketched pictures of Spongebob and Garfield on his notepad while Mrs Whimsey, the mad science and history teacher, went on and on about the Romans and Boudica.

Troy was thinking about the new basketball moves he'd learned and he wanted to break up with Sharpay Evans. His current girlfriend. She wasn't a cheerleader so she was obviously a bitch.

Then BANG. Mrs Whimsey purposely slammed the 200 paged history book on his desk. "Huh? What?" Troy looked up quickly.

"Mr Bolton, if I see you wandering off again in my class again I swear I'll send you to detention! I'll have to talk to your father about your grades. Or even worse, I'll make you scrub the dirt off every plate after lunch today. Yes, that seems better." She grinned.

"Come on, Mrs Whimsey, everyone's doing the same thing!" Troy told her.

"I will let the canteen women know that they will be getting help." She said and walked away.

Troy moaned in distress and cupped his face with his hands.

After he'd washed the dishes, he ran to the school gym to see if he wasn't too late to play with his team mates.

"Dude, we just finished." Zeke Baylor, one of Troy's team mates, said.

"You were too busy scrubbing plates, weren't you?" Chad Danforth, Troy's best friend since kindergarten joked.

"Damn Mrs Whimsey." Troy cursed.

"Don't worry, man, we'll catch up tomorrow." Jason said.

"Did my dad leave?" Troy asked.

"Yeah, 15 minutes ago." Zeke answered. Troy's father was the basketball team's coach.

"Troy!" A girl's shriek came. Troy knew who it was immediately. Sharpay. He turned to look at her as she skipped across the basketball court with her heels to Troy.

"It sucks that you got punished! Or we could've gone to your place for some fun!" She said and pecked him on his lips.

"See ya later, dude." Chad said as him and all his teammates exited the gym.

"Babe, we really need to talk." Troy said.

"Sure, go." She replied, giving Troy her brightest smile.

"Uh... how do I say this... look, Sharpay, you're really hot and all but this just isn't working out." He started.

"What's not working out?" She asked. Oh yeah, she was a complete bimbo too.

"Us. Our relationship. It's just not going anywhere." He told her.

Sharpay's eyes suddenly turned wide and watery. "No! No! No! We have to be together! I have to be popular!"

"Sorry, Shar. But it was nice knowing you." Troy winked and left the gym. He could hear her scream as he left.

When Troy arrived home, he tried his best to not make any sound closing the front door. He didn't want to face his father. He knew he would be mad.

"Troy." He heard his father's voice.

"Shit." Troy mumbled to himself and turned to his father.

"We need to talk." His mother said.

"Mom, dad. Mrs Whimsey is really evil....."

"Sit down." His father interrupted. Troy threw himself on the couch.

"Honey, you failed in every subject except for Physical Education and Art." His mother told him.

"Really?! I didn't fail in art?!" Troy smiled.

"That's not the point! Be serious here!" His father raised his voice and Troy stopped chuckling. "You know that you're going to graduate soon. How are you going to do that if you keep this up?" He asked.

Troy sighed. "I'll work harder."

"That's what you say every time we give you this lecture!" His mother said. "That's why we've got a tuition teacher for you."

"No! Not another one! Don't tell me it's another wrinkled woman with stinky breath!" Troy said.

"No, no. Definitely not someone like Mrs Fingleworth. Or the other million tuition teachers you've had. She's different." His father said. His previous tuition teachers all quit because they couldn't stand Troy.

"I don't believe you. You've said that before. How could this one be different?" He asked.

"You'll see. She'll be coming in an hour." Mrs Bolton smiled. "And I'm sure you'll concentrate on your work and behave this time."

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