A/N: Well, I'm going to start a new story now. I've kind of wrote myself into a corner with 'Extra Credit' and I have no idea where to take the next chapter at the moment. I know its been a while since I updated it but hopefully within the next few days I'll have something for you loyal readers. As for 'Fighting for Survival', I'll update that hopefully tonight or tomorrow. Thanks for reading my stories and I hope you continue to read my other fiction as well.

Rating: This story will be rated M for Language, Sex Scenes and both Physical and Emotional Abuse as well as Drug Usage.

Main Characters Name Pronounced: Kah-Lee

Disclaimer: I own Caleigh, Jenny, Desmond and Caleb. I do not own anything associated with High School Musical or The Disney Channel and anything used or written in this story is mainly for the purpose of the story. Thank You!

CHAPTER ONE

Walking up the steps into East High School, I grasped my Ipod Touch tightly in my hand, the soft rubber covered ear buds stuck into my ears, blasted out Taylor Swift - Teardrops on My Guitar. I sniffed a little, the song always did get to me.

I stepped inside, the door closing behind me and smiled at a few of the students who I knew.

Before I get any further, let me tell you a bit about myself.

I'm Caleigh Marie Moore. I'm 19 years old and just finishing up my senior year at East High. I've got long wavy blond hair which reaches just down to my mid-back and dark chocolate brown eyes. I'm about 5ft "6 tall but I usually boost my height a little with some heels.

I'm graduating with honours from school and moving half way across the country to attend Boston University to study Psychology. Its all I've ever wanted to do since I was younger.

I headed straight for my locker and pulled my Ipod away and put it off, slipping it into my locker. I then grabbed my Maths and English books and stuck them away in my black leather bag. I finally took out my large Art folder for my double period between third and forth. Just as I shut the locker over, my best friends Jenny and Desmond came charging down the hall towards me.

Well more like Jenny was charging and Des was trying to keep up with her. He stopped behind her and put his hands on his knees, doubling over as he panted for breath.

I turned to face her, instantly regretting it as she grasped my upper arms in a vice-like grip and pulled me towards her.

"Have you heard?!?!" she scream whispered at me, not bothering with all the students that were snickering around her. I shook my head at my smaller friend. She was small and had a head of raven black hair. She was of Native American descent and had flawless tanned skin, a round face, dark chocolate brown eyes and a small nose with pouty lips. Her hair was always so shiny and floaty, she made me jealous of it.

My face wore the expression of fear and pure shock at her outburst.

"Have I heard what?" I uttered those words, quite frightened at what the outcome would be. Her face lit up and she smiled, showing off her perfect set of pearly whites.

Her grasp on my arms tightened to an uncomfortable pressure and I winced a little.

"He's moving back!! To here!! Can you believe it?!?!" I closed my eyes and breathed out through my nose softly. Not again Jenny. God help me.

"Jenny, you need to stop being so obsessed with him. You've met him a hundred times, you've spoke to him a hundred times. Hell, he even beat you at Dance Dance Revolution which nobody does".

My sweet little Jenny was obsessed with video games and she challenged anyone to beat her at a game of her choice. Said person, accepted the invitation which made for some very amusing viewing.

That was only the beginning of her obsession. Albeit she still has that one, it takes a backseat to her current obsession. Troy Bolton.

Her room is covered in posters of him and her notebook reads 'I Heart TB', 'I Heart Troy Bolton', I Love TAB', 'Mrs Jennifer Bolton' and so on and so forth.

Despite the fact that he's told her that he is too old for her and has no interest whatsoever, she still keeps pursuing it. My heart goes out to her because I know she'll end up getting hurt by him. Not intentionally on either's part, but I know it'll happen.


Des started to laugh in the background as he caught his breath. He came over to stand beside me. Most of the student body had returned to their own little worlds and conversations now, not paying us any attention.

"Wow, that was so funny. I remember that. Good times" he declared. I shook my head with a small giggle.

Desmond was my other best friend. We'd met in Kindergarten and hit it off straight away when he'd saved my sweets from another boy who stole them in the playground. I'd almost swooned, if you can at that age, but as we grew older, we fell into a platonic, closely wedged friendship, telling each other everything there was to know, secrets and all.

Desmond was near enough 6ft" tall with shoulder length golden brown hair, pushed back over his head. He was slim but had muscles at the same time and had sweet green eyes. He always wore a hat; today he favoured the black beanie, pulled down over his hair and his signature backpack which carried all his books and was dotted with doodles and drawings all over it.

Jenny had joined us in 3rd grade, the new shy girl in the class who stuck to herself and didn't really talk to anyone. We'd went to her in the playground and said she could join us. She resisted for the first few days before she agreed and came with us. We'd became best friends and nothing ever separated us.

"Stop it. You have no idea what this means.....I mean...this is...this is...."

"This is what? It's nothing new. He comes home around this time every year. You know that Jen. And how many times does he have to tell you he's not interested? You're going to get hurt".

"But...but..."

"I don't want to hear anymore talk about Troy Alexander Bolton. Get him out of your head Jen. He's a fantasy sweetie".

"Umm...hmmm" she muttered, lowering her head with a sigh.

I know you must think I sound so harsh on her. But you have to understand, that if you were the one that went through the highs and lows with her. The days of flat out crying and nothing else because she saw him with a girl or because he announced he was dating someone just a few months ago. If you were the one that had to have the tissues on hand every time she saw his movies, spent days comforting her when he came home and still rejected her all the time no matter what she did.

And the person who had to watch her hype herself up for his coming home only to watch her fall into the depths of despair when she doesn't understand why he doesn't want her.

Jenny is such a gorgeous looking girl, she makes me jealous of her sometimes. She's always got that glow about her and with the slim figure and perfect teeth and smile, she'd put any girl to shame. Its just too bad, Troy thinks he's too old. And I can see why. He's 25, she's 18.

Des patted her arm and she looked up and I could see that my words had hit a tough spot.

"I'm sorry to sound so harsh Jenny. But you're my best friend. I just don't want you to get hurt".

"I know" she mumbled "I understand. C'mon, let's get to class". She moved between Desmond and I and shuffled off down the corridor.

And staring at the back of her head, even I knew that despite the down and moody behaviour, this wasn't the end of Troy Bolton and Jenny Velasquez.


TROY'S POV

My hand gripped the steering wheel gently, my other hand on the manual shift as I drove through my home town. I smiled, a pair of silver rimmed Aviator shades protecting my eyes from the sun.

Mmmmm...its good to be home.

I maneuvered my way through the streets, not stopping before pulling up to the large Tudor style home, with white bricks and black stick-work on the outside. It had large bay windows all along the front and a mahogany painted wooden porch with a white swing on it.

The windows were all guarded on the outside with black iron-wrought twisted bars and covered with lightweight netting curtains, in whites and creams.

I got out of the car, moving to the boot to grab my things before locking up the car and then heading to the house. I dropped my bags on the porch and knocked on the door.

It opened a few moments later revealing a tall, muscled guy, with sandy blond hair and brown eyes.

"Hey Troy! Its great to see you again" he said giving me a brotherly hug. I hugged him back and we patted each other on the back.

"It's been ages, well it feels like it anyway. So how are things Caleb?"

"Really good man. Come on in and we'll get something to eat. We've got some time to kills before everyone gets home anyway".

"Cool, so tell me everything I've missed in the last year then...."

Caleb caught me up on everything that I'd missed while I'd been in LA and away filming my next two films. I always came back to Albuquerque at this time of the year for a few months, wanting to take a break and keep myself grounded. To catch up with my friends and what not.

It was always good to get away from it all, and there isn't a large amount of paparazzi about in these parts, so I always get the peace I'm looking for. And it's my release. Getting all the pressure and tension off of me, just allowing me to get my head straight and decide my next move.

Caleb was upstairs, grabbing a few things from his room and I was wandering about in the sitting room, seeing if there was anything knew. I touched a picture and smiled a toothy grin at it, seeing a smiling face looking back at me.

I heard the door open and I turned around to see her walk through the door. She closed the door, humming to herself before removing her Ipod from her ears and putting her bag down in the hall. She turned to face the sitting room and stopped in her tracks when she caught sight of me.

She was gorgeous. Her blond hair falling effortlessly around her face and down her back, her warm chocolate brown eyes shining back at me. She had virtually no make up on, just some lip gloss and she wore a simple pair of blue jeans and a white halter neck top with some silver patterns on it with a pair of flat white shoes.

I smiled at her, shoving my hands into my jean pockets. It'd been two years since I'd seen her. She'd been away at a psychology convention and tour for three months last year and had came back the day I'd left.

The last time I'd seen her she had been so much smaller and skinny and so young looking. And now looking at her, she was a beautiful, 19 year old woman staring back at me.

"Hi Caleigh" I said sweetly to her not sure what else to say. She smiled back and rushed over, jumping into my arms as I caught her in a huge hug, holding her against me in mid air.

"It's so good to see you" she murmured against my neck and I felt her warm breath slip around the collar of my jacket and shoot through my t-shirt.

I held one arm around her back and ran the other through her soft blond hair.

"It's good to see you too Caleigh. I missed you".

END OF CHAPTER

A/N: There we go. I hope you liked the first chapter. Please review and tell me what you think. Thanks!!!