(A/N: Okay, people. This the first non-one-shot story written by me (larabaybee) and ImpactRed520. It's Valentines Day themed:) (yes, we realize it's passed...hahah just a TEENSY bit late...)Enjoy!)

Gabriella walked into her homeroom class, slipping into her desk in the back row. A few characters on the board at the front of the room caught her attention.

'February 14, 2007'

She had almost forgotten...She didn't know what was so important about it. To her, it was just a day of the year where singles feel bad and watch couples suck the faces off each other.

"Hey," A soothing voice broke Gabriella out of her thoughts. "Happy Valentine's Day." The blue-eyed cutie commented, setting his stuff down on the desk beside her.

"Hey, Troy. Yea, same to you." Gabriella responded resting her chin in her hands, bored as she watched the cheerleaders draw hearts all over the chalkboard at the front of the room.

"Something wrong?" He asked, looking her in the eyes, noticing the blank look.

"Nah, it's nothing," Troy just shrugged his shoulders, accepting the answer. Gabriella sat there in silence, waiting for him to press on and ask her what was really wrong. When he didn't, she continued herself, proceeding to voice her thoughts to him. "It's just...Valentine's Day...It all seems so pointless. It's a day where couples suck the faces off each other and singles sit there, watching against their will, feeling bad because they have no one."

"Well, you know, Valentine's Day isn't necessarily a day for couples..." Troy started, trying to make Gabriella feel better. Gabriella raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well then, who is--"

"Class, class, settle down," Ms. Darbus started, waiting for the chatter of the class to die down before continuing. "As I'm sure you are all aware, today is Valentine's day. I know you all consider this day to be a day of love and affection, but I for one do not wish to see any public displays of affection. So please, control your urges and hold off all of that until after school hours, off school grounds," A soft giggle was heard coming from the corner of the classroom. Ms. Darbus turned her head to see Kelsi Nielson being tickled by a dark haired boy. "Mr. Cross! Please! CALM YOUR HORMONES!" Jason's face turned a light shade of red, as did Kelsi's, as Darbus yelled at him. A laugh was heard coming from the other side of the classroom.

"Ms...Darbus said...HORMONES..." Chad notified the rest of the class in between his gasps for air.

"MR. DANFORTH! I do not--" She was cut off by a knock at the door. She opened it to reveal a rather buff teenage boy, wearing nothing but a pair of white underwear, with a bow, container of arrows and a two brown sacks slung over his shoulder, one bearing the name 'Troy'. Scattered greetings of 'Hey, Scott,' 'Nice clothes, dude,' and whistles were heard from throughout the room.

"Mr. Henjicks, may I remind you, this school has a dress code, and it would be wonderful if you would follow it."

"Come on, Ms. D! It's Valentine's Day!"

"Yes, I am fully aware. But the dress code still applies. I would like you to go clothe yourself this instant. The class can wait to recieve their notes." Ms. Darbus shooed him out the door. The next few minutes were filled with giggles and 'Dude, I can't believe he actually wore that''s.

Shortly after, Scott Henjicks returned to the classroom, fully clothed in jeans, a white wife beater, a red East High jacket and the two large brown sacks still slung over his shoulder.

"Well since my time has been cut down, I'll just...give Ms. D your notes..." Scott informed the class, his voice sounding disappointed. He walked over to Ms. Darbus' desk, dropped five candy bags taped to pieces of paper onto it, along with the sack marked 'Troy,' and stalked grumpily out the door. The old woman walked over to her desk and picked up the bags and the sack.

"Troy," She read off first, dropping the entire sack onto Troy's desk.

"Jason," She read next as she marched over to Jason's desk and practically threw it at him. She hadn't been particularly fond of him, since the moose-pie incident back in the ninth grade. "Frank," She read off, soon hearing a response from the student.

"It's FRAHNK." He corrected her pronounciation, taking the candy angrily.

"Yes, well...Kelsi," She continued, brushing off Frank's annoying attempts to correct her, handing Kelsi the bag of candy. "Gabriella," Gabriella looked confused, wondering why someone would send HER a Valentine, but thanked Ms. Darbus, taking the brown paper bag.

Ms. Darbus picked up the last Valentine and opened her mouth to read the name, but quickly closed it again. her face began to redden as she quickly stuffed the Bag and note into her desk drawer. Chad, being the genius that he is, called out,

"Who's that one for, Ms. Darbus?" Luckily for Darbus, she didn't have to answer Chad's question because the shrill sound of the bell rang out through the school the second she opened her mouth.

All twenty-one students rushed out of the room, seemingly wanting to get as far away from Ms. Darbus as possible. As Gabriella slowed down to a saunter, letting her legs take her to wherever they pleased, she unfolded her Valentine. Messily written in cursive, it read:

-Your Secret Admirer

She looked down at the brown paper bag in her other hand and opened it, pouring the contents into her palm. There were many candy hearts, each one reading a different phrase. 'Kiss me,' 'URA QT,' and 'ILU' were just a few of them. She popped one into her mouth and chewed thoughtfully, wondering who would send her a Valentine. It was her! Why would anyone send HER a Valentine? She was brought back down to earth when she felt two fingers poke at her sides. She squealed in surprise then whipped around to see who it could've been. Whoever it was, they were so dead.

"Hey, Gabi." She looked to see herself standing in front of someone's locker, the owner of the locker standing there with a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Don't do that!" She told him angrily. She had the face to prove it, too. Troy looked scared and took a step back.

"S-sorry..." He stuttered. Gabriella quickly replaced her angry face with an amused smile.

"I'm just joking, Troy." She giggled as Troy let out a small sigh of relief. He glanced over at her locker before pushing Gabriella back a few feet.

"Stay there," He ordered before going up to his locker and twirling the combination. He stepped back quickly after opening it, and the two watched as hundreds of little pieces of paper fell out of the locker, along with a box of chocolates (He had no idea someone managed to stuff that through his locker vent). "Happens every year." He explained picking all the pieces of paper and shoving them into the brown sack that had been thrown carelessly onto the floor.

"Wow," Gabriella commented. "So tell me, Troy," She paused. "How is it that you don't have a girlfriend? You're the most popular guy in school and evidently a LOT of girls want you. You could have any girl you wanted." He gave a sigh, which was soon followed by a shrug.

"I don't know, actually. Truth is, I haven't actually had a steady girlfriend since ninth grade. I guess it's because the only girls I've been around for half my life were...I guess you could call them fans...and I don't want that. I don't really want a girlfriend who'd do anything and everything for me just because I'm 'Troy Bolton.' I want someone who likes me for me. And not just because I'm popular," He told her truthfully. "Anyways, who's your Valentine from?" Troy asked her, snatching the paper from her hands before she could respond. He held it above his head, out of Gabriella's reach. He began to read it, ignoring Gabriella's attempts to jump up and steal the paper back and orders to 'Give it back, Troy!.'

"Hmmm...looks like you got a secret admirer..." He notified her, lowering the paper. She jumped up one last time and grabbed it from his hands.

"I've realized." Gabriella glared at him.

"Welllllll"

"Wellll," She mocked him. "What?"

"Do you know who it is?" Gabriella just shrugged and responded sarcastically,

"Gee, Troy. Of course I know who it is. Him being a secret admirer and all," Troy was ready to argue, but the bell rang before he opened his mouth. "Come on, let's get to class." She grabbed his hand and ran off in the direction of their next class.

(A/N: Ok, well what did you all think of the first chapter? now for a few questions:

1. Who do you think the secret admirer is?

a) Chad

b) Troy

c) Jason

d) Norton

Ok, well respond in youre review:) Hope you enjoyed this chapter!)