Troy B.
It's hot. Unbearably hot. It's the beginning of June in Albuquerque, and a lot hotter than it needs to be. My best friend Sharpay Evans is sitting next to me on my front porch. She's going on and on about how her brother Ryan is mad at her because she dyed her hair back to brown instead of keeping some stupid pack to spend the summer blonde. Honestly she looks better with brown hair anyway. I don't say anything though I try to make myself seem interested as she goes on and on about how Ryan should just leave her alone and let her be herself.
In the mist of her story, I see that across the street my neighbors are pulling into their driveway. I get excited for one reason and one reason only. Gabriella Montez. I've lived across the street and gone to school with her since the fourth grade, and been in love with her ever since. I think she's beautiful but of course I'm not the only one, every guy on this side of New Mexico, so I fell into the background as Troy. The guy who lives across the street.
Gabriella and her mom are getting groceries, from the looks of it they're arguing, soon her mom snatches the bags from her hands and begins scanning the neighborhood before she spots my house and begins pointing.
I nudge Sharpay. "Is she pointing over here?"
Before Sharpay can even say anything my question is answered by Gabriella crossing the street toward my house.
I freeze when she finally stands in front of me. Sharpay rolls her eyes.
"Uh, hi, do you think I could borrow a few eggs?" She asks moving her eyes back and fourth between Sharpay. Her voice is husky and monotone.
"Yeah! Yeah I think I have a few." I motion for her to follow me inside my house.
On the way in I freak out. The girl of my dreams since elementary school is following me into my house and I'm trying as hard as I can to not make a fool out of myself.
Once we reach the kitchen I rummage the fridge for eggs, it doesn't take me long to find them but we only have four left so I decide to give her the rest.
"So, are you baking something?" I ask handing her the eggs, hoping she doesn't notice my hands shaking.
"Not me. My mom is making all this food for her job to impress her coworkers. She forgot to get eggs at the store so she told me to borrow a few from you."
"oh. Okay." I say as I walk with back outside, I feel like an idiot all I can come up with is oh. Okay?
When we get back outside Sharpay is sitting in the same spot on the porch we left her, I feel bad, and I'll admit I forgot she was even here.
"Well thanks….Troy, right?" She asks as she walks down the stairs of porch
"Yeah. Troy"
She slightly smiles as she walks back across the street and into her house.
Sharpay looks up at me. "Oh my God!" She says rolling her eyes.
"What?!"
"You swear you're so in love with this girl and this is probably the first she's ever talked to you besides asking you for a pencil in school, which doesn't really
count."
"Sharpay…"
"And….." She keeps going. "She wasn't even sure of your name! But that wasn't shocking she hooks up with so many guys that remembering male names is probably something she lost capability of doing years ago!"
"Come on. Why do you always have to say stuff like that about her?"
Sharpay jumps up to stand in front of me. "It's true!"
"You don't know her!"
"Hate to break it to you but neither do you Troy!"
I look down in defeat. She's actually right. I mean I don't personally know Gabriella, I want to but for now I only know of her.
Sharpay lets out a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry." She stands next to me throwing her arm around my shoulder. "I don't want to fight with you, especially about Gabriella of people."
I smile at her as we walk into my house.