"Whoop, whoop! Whoop, whoop!" All of the basketball players on the bus cheered.
"Ugh, do these guys ever shut up?!" Sharpay Evans--the head cheerleader growled.
"Honey, they just won the championship. I don't think they will ever stop acting like this," Gabriella Montez--the captain of the dance squad and the smartest girl in school laughed.
"Especially your little honey over there," Taylor teased, pointing back to Troy Bolton--the captain of the basketball team, East High's Golden Boy, and the jerk of the school.
"I don't like him!" Gabriella shot back.
"Sure you don't. But, I, on the other hand, have a whole hunk of man back there," Taylor told them. Sharpay and Gabriella burst into giggles.
"Chad!?" Sharpay shrieked through her laughter.
"Yeah, sure, Tay," Gabriella laughed. "You guys aren't even together." Chad Danforth--Troy's best friend bounced up a few seats.
"You called?"
"Ugh, go away, loser," Gabriella moaned.
"Hey," Chad shrugged. "You called for me. If it were my choice, I wouldn't even be up here with you nerds at the moment."
"You are such a jerk," Sharpay snapped. "No go away, before I smack you."
"Oh, no you didn't," Troy Bolton said.
"Oh, I'm sorry, did you want me to smack you, too?" Sharpay put on a fake smile and held her freshly manicured long fingernails up to show them off. "Or I could just scratch your eyes out. Whichever you prefer."
Troy laughed and punched Chad in the arm. "Dude, did you hear that? Sharpay thinks that she's gonna scratch my eyes out."
"I heard," Chad laughed, too. "Sharpay, you're a cheerleader. Why even hang out with these weirdoes, when you could be making out with the Troy Bolton."
Sharpay smiled. "First of all, they are not weird. They are my best friends and second of all, well, that's simple, eww, not in a million years."
Gabriella smirked. "What's so funny, Montez?" Troy demanded.
"Nothing," Gabriella shrugged.
"Oh, you guys are the biggest nerds I have ever seen." Chad groaned.
"Then, here's two words for you. Go away," Sharpay snapped again.
"Sharpay, it's not his fault he can't count to two," Gabriella giggled.
"Shut up, Montez. This isn't over," Chad said, going back to his original seats, with Troy right behind him.
"Why do I even ride the bus home?" She asked, mostly to herself.
"Because you're going home with me," Taylor grinned.
"I guess," Gabriella smiled back. "You didn't say much while those two were over here."
"I didn't even bother and I don't know why you two do," Taylor said. "I hate Bolton."
"You're not the only won, sister," Sharpay said, giving her a high-five.
"You shouldn't hate anybody," Gabriella said.
"Wait, you mean you actually like Troy?" Taylor asked, in shock.
"No, I just dislike him," she smiled. "I don't hate anybody."
"That's because she's the angel of the school," Sarah Evans, Sharpay's older sister, said in a sick voice.
"No, more like it's because she used to be the preacher's daughter," Tara, her best friend replied.
"Not anymore, daddy died." Lacey, another cheerleader laughed.
"Guys, enough!" Sharpay yelled. "Stop! Just stop."
"Meow," Sarah teased.
"Shut the heck up you biotch!" Sharpay screamed. That caught everyone's attention.
Sarah gasped. "I'm telling mother when we get home."
"Oh, poor baby. Always gets what she wants. Well, guess what? I'm not going home," Sharpay sneered. "No, I'm going to Gabriella's house."
"Eww, why one Earth would you want to go to her house?" Zeke Baylor- another basketball player asked.
"Because she's my friend. Anyone who has a problem with that will deal with me," Sharpay said, confidently.
"Shh, Shar, it's okay. I'm used to it," Gabriella said.
"What, you don't care about what other people think about you?" Troy shouted from the back.
"No, because no one knows the real me," Gabriella replied.
"Bookworm, nerd, innocent little girl who does everything right, never gets in trouble, spends all of her time at the library," Troy answered.
"That sounds about right." Gabriella shrugged. "Nothing I haven't heard yet."
"Whatever," Chad rolled his eyes. "Why should anyone be listening to them anyways?"
"Seriously," Jason-yet, another basketball player agreed.
"You guys are listening to her because you want to, or else you wouldn't even give her the time of day," a small voice said from the very front of the bus. Everyone looked up. Kelsi Nielson-the school's music composer poked her head above the seat cautiously. She pulled the earphones out of her ears.
"Yeah, because we just can't get enough of her," Zeke replied sarcastically. Everyone laughed, except for the 'nerds'.
"Obviously not," Kelsi said, standing up. She was very short, with shoulder length, wavy, brown hair, and brown eyes, hidden by her glasses, wearing Hollister clothes, just like the cheerleaders and Gabriella and Taylor. So why didn't they fit in with the others? Because they were either in drama club or in the Scholastic Decathlon.
"No one gives a shit," Troy said, from the back again.
"Bolton," the bus driver scolded. "Watch your language."
Troy sniggered. "Yes ma'am." He looked at Gabriella and opened his mouth to talk again, but was interrupted by Sharpay holding her hand up in the air.
"Enough, guys. Just shut the heck up. You ignore us for the rest of the bus ride home, we'll leave you alone."
"It's a deal," Chad said, speaking for everyone.
