Hi everybody! So this is a brand new story about Troyella (obviously), and I hope you like it. This idea has been playing in my mind for ages and I finally decided to do something with it…

A short brunette walks in the halls of East High, she's well known there, but not for the good. She's known to be the number 1 victim of THE Troy Bolton, basketball captain, primo boy, Golden Boy and bully. They have a hate for each other no one can really explain, 'because both she and he refuse to tell why... 'Still, this summer has brought a huge change in my life' The thought crosses her mind as she walks through the halls, calmly ignoring the stares, easier than she used to. Her lips curve into a small smile when she steers the track of her thoughts to her previous summer. 'This summer I have become-

Her thoughts are interrupted by a sneering voice, "If it isn't Miss Gabriella Montez." She ignores him, nothing new there, why would there? He didn't know what happened this summer, she smiles again, 'This summer I've become-

"I was talking to you Montez!" She winces when the muscled guy grabs her arm to turn her around, making her look in a pair of piercing blue eyes. She sighs while she unsuccessfully tries to loosen his grip on her arm. Before this summer, she wouldn't have dared what she's about to do, but now...

"Let go of my arm, Bolton." She doesn't even raise her voice and calmly looks him in the eyes. He looks at her in shock, 'What the fuck happened to her?! She used to be easy target! Summer must have done her good.' He quickly glances her up and down. 'No, she's still the same old ugly geek...'

He smirks, "And why would I, Montez?" He expects her to at least get a little scared now, but no, she looks at him calmly and doesn't look scared in the slightest. 'OMG! What happened to the scared and shy Montez I bullied around three months ago?! Can summer do that much to a person?' The thought crosses his mind as she replies.

"Because you're putting too much pressure on my upper arm which means that it might trouble the blood flow and you know what that means right?" She looks him in the eyes and he reads amusement in hers. 'Of course I don't know! She knows I don't! Seriously, what happened to her?' He really starts panicking now but shows nothing of that on the outside or even in his eyes, the whole hallway was looking at them and he must win! He painfully shoves her into a locker, she winces again and finally a hint of that old scared look returns. It is gone within 5 seconds, but it's enough for him.

He smirks satisfied, "If you need any reminding on your place in this school, warn me..." He turns around. 'Yeah, now everything would be back to how it used to be and Montez would be the same old scared-

"I will." He freezes in shock, 'Did she just say that?!' When he sees the looks of shock on the faces from his friends and everybody else, he knows, 'Yeah, she did..."

'OMG! I just talked back to Troy Bolton! THE Troy Bolton! My bully since the start of high school... Wow, if I knew it would feel this good I would have done it before.' She smiles brightly as she walks to her locker, thinking back to her fight with Troy... and once more to her summer. 'This summer I've become-

"OMG, Gabby! What do I hear, did you talk back to THE bastard of the century?!" I turn around to find my best friend since middle school looking at me with a grin, I grin back. Than I quickly turn to my locker, my fight with Troy made me late, before I answer her.

"Yes I did. There's a lot going to change this year. There has changed a lot this summer... We've so much catching up to do! You know what happened-" I get interrupted by the bell and quickly close my locker. "What's your homeroom, Tay?"

She looks at her schedule, "Darbus, you...?" "Same!" We smile relieved and hurry to our classroom. You must know that apart from each other's best friends, we're also each others only friends. So it's really important for us to be in the same classes.

They get to our homeroom just in time to have most of the class staring us, well... only her, actually. 'Well I guess people are just as surprised that I stood up to Bolton as I am myself... Somehow, though, I don't think they appreciate it as much as I do.' The thought crosses her mind as she sees a couple of jocks glaring at her, she simply ignores it and she and Taylor quickly walk to their usual seats up front.

"Welcome class, I hope you enjoyed summer holidays?" 'She doesn't...' Both Gabriella and Taylor grin towards each other knowing they were thinking the same. 'Like Darbus would actually cared what happens to us, except when it has something to with 'The Arts'... she might be interested in mine, not that I'm gonna tell her. Evans is enough of suck up for our whole grade.' Just as that last thought sunk in 'Evans' better know as Sharpay (and even better known as 'Ice Princess, but more about that later), raises her hand to reply on the rhetorical question. Without waiting to get a turn, she starts her rant as the whole class silently groans...

"It was amazing Mrs. Darbus, I've spend most of my time practicing and brainstorming for new ideas on some of the musicals we can do this year. I've also improved my singing quite a bit, not that it was necessary-" About there the whole class has zoned out, and many have started to quietly chat away with their neighbours whilst Gabriella just drifts away in thought. 'I must be one of the luckiest girls on the planet, or actually, Vanessa is. But she's my alter ego, so it's the same. I still think it's damn smart of me to think or her, me, her… well, you know what I mean! If I hadn't, the whole school would've known about it, and I wouldn't have dared doing it in the first place if I knew they would.' She lets a small, but content sigh escape her lips not realising someone is watching her every move, or actually, a couple of someone's are.

At the back of the same classroom Troy and his friends, so pretty much the basketball team, are staring at Gabriella, or Montez, as they call her.

"How could she stand up to me?" Troy silently questions.

Troy's best friend, Chad, an African-American guy with a huge afro, is the only to answer his question, "Look dude, it's easy! Even I get it! She's just sick of us pushing her around and you tormenting her for some reason we don't even know!"

Most of the time Troy can handle the fact that his friend is this dense, but right now, it really gets on his last nerve. "I know that! But it's just that she used to be too scared to protest! So why would she suddenly stand up for herself? She's never dared doing it before…" He whisper-shouts. On this not even Chad knows an answer, and they continue to look at Gabriella seeing her face lit up and a content sigh escape her lips because of some memory she seems to be replaying in her mind…

Okay, so I hope you liked. I do want a couple a reviews before I'm continuing it, so if you want me to please review!

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