A/N: I'm not very happy with this story, so I decided to redo some parts. I noticed that it's been dragging and it doesn't really make sense. But it won't, at least I hope it won't affect the rest of the story. So enjoy!
Sharpay Evans sat on the edge of her seat, her chin cupped in her hand, her light anticipation-filled hazel eyes following the rhythmic movement of the large human sized clock. Her upper lip twitched in anger every time the large woman in translucent silvery shawls glided across her view of the clock. Sharpay snarled in annoyance as the white haired woman decided to position herself right in front of the clock.
Stupid old hag! she silently cursed the elderly lady. Sharpay actually adored the dramatic woman, most of the time. But today she was just a nuisance getting in the way of Sharpay and Time!
Deciding to abandon staring at a clock that moved too slowly, Sharpay let her eyelids drop and silently began chanting, "Come on" impatience evident in her voice. The sound of the bell was drowned by the loud screams and cheers of joy.
Summer had officially begun!
"School's finally out!" Sharpay squealed, throwing her manicured hands in the air as she walked out of the doors of East High with her best, trying to dodge the many students who were scrambling out of the doors of the school, happiness written all over their faces, for the last day of school had finally come, now it was summer time. Sharpay pushed a lock of her straight blonde hair from her face and looked towards her best friend, Taylor Mckessie as she spoke.
Taylor picked up her suit-case-like-back pack as the descended the steps. Dropping it once they were at the bottom she tutted at Sharpay,
"Yes, I can, plus, you've been saying that for the past fifteen minutes, how could I forget," she looked at Sharpay, "Three cheers for Sharpay!" she teased before putting on a serious face, "In the eye of a scientist, the word 'summer' is the term given to 'no school'. Summer is the time of the year when students run around, wild and crazy, instead of taking time to look back on the work that they've done during the school year, which is why we have low intellectual students at East High." Taylor explained smartly, ignoring Sharpay's bored face. She pointed to a teacher who was scolding a student for spraying a whole can of wackystrings on him. "See." She looked at Sharpay who was now texting God-knows-who.
"Are you even listening?" Taylor snapped impatiently. Laughing at a newly received text message, Sharpay shook her head subconsciously. Taylor groaned from the back of her throat before grabbing Sharpay's free wrist and pulling her across the green freshly mowed lawn, to the side walk. She smiled as she spotted her other best friend, Gabriella Montez, standing close by.
Gabriella was leaning against Sharpay's pink convertible, her brown eyes staring at something, overwhelmed with curiosity, anger and some other things. Taylor and Sharpay followed her gaze and rolled their eyes as they realized what, or more like whom, she was staring at.
The school hottie, Troy Bolton.
Troy was every girls dream. He had shaggy brown hair, the body of an athlete, and the bluest eyes you could ever imagine. But to Gabriella, those eyes were a mystery. She knew there was something beneath them, something dark and well kept and she planned to find out what. He winked sexily at her, causing her to gasp. And yes another thing, he was the schools player—well world's largest egotistical, self centered, jerko-freakenstein, a long list of insults—in Gabriella's book, and it was a pretty huge book too.
She glared at him and looked away; she was the only girl that attended East High, and Albuquerque, who didn't fall under his charm. Sharpay and Taylor did at first until they found out he was a jerk, thanks to Gabriella's unstoppable rants, and playing them both at the same time. Troy smirked at Gabriella as he noticed her fuming. She took a step forward ready to go and give him a piece of her mind, and not literally. Taylor and Sharpay grabbed her upper arms and held her back before she could take another step.
"Stop staring at him, El. People will start thinking you actually like him." Sharpay warned. Gabriella blew a strand of her ebony curls from her face and sent Troy one last glare before turning back to face her friends.
"Especially… Anisa." Taylor spat the name as if it tasted vile in her mouth.
"There's just something about his eyes." Gabriella explained, staring at the blue summer sky. Sharpay raised an eyebrow at her,
"You really need to see a therapist," she joked, then continued, "The only thing beneath those eyes is a cold, deep, and dark hole."
"You're talking about the heart." Taylor corrected her. Sharpay just shrugged lazily.
"I cannot believe that you guys are leaving me to suffer two whole months here, while you go off to some summer camp, in California." Gabriella complained, changing the subject.
"We'll write and call every single day, promise." Taylor reassured her. Gabriella nodded unconvinced.
"What time are you leaving?" she asked as Sharpay unlocked the doors to her pink convertible and slid into the driver's seat, Gabriella hopped into the back seat and Taylor took to the front seat.
"The plane leaves at five." Taylor replied as Sharpay reversed out of the school parking lot.
All through the drive, they talked on and on, about different things, that would take too long to write.
Sharpay stopped in front of a 2-story suburban house, with rhododendrons growing on the sides of the neatly cut grass. Gabriella grabbed her backpack before hopping out of the car and waving to her two friends as Sharpay drove off. Gabriella ran up the front steps of her home and unlocked the front door, before stepping in.
Worst summer of all summers, here I come! She thought bitterly.
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