"Who would you kiss under the mistletoe?" Sharpay asked Gabriella.

"Probably," she answered. "Troy Bolton."

"Okay," She sighed.

"Is that a problem?" She asked her.

"Yes," she replied. "Troy Bolton doesn't do the mistletoe."

"Why?" She asked.

"Because he's never kissed a girl," she told her.

"How did you know that?" She asked.

"He told me once," she said, as Troy Bolton walked towards them.

"He never told me," she cried, taking her books out of her bags.

"So," she said. "have you seen Ryan?"

"No," she answered. "I haven't."

"Oh," she breathed.

"Hey, sharpay," Troy started. "Can I talk to Gabriella alone?"

"Sure," She said, going of to find Ryan.

"Gabriella," Troy began. "Will you go out with me? On a date?"

"Yes," she answered. "I will go out with you."

"But will you be the one I kiss under the mistletoe?" He asked her, curiously.

"Yes," she replied. "I will be the one you kiss under the mistletoe, before Christmas day comes. I promise."

"I know," he said. "I love you."

"I love you too," she said. "But what if you don't want to kiss me, like Sharpay told me?"

"You heard about that?" He asked.

"Yes," she sighed. "I did hear about that."