Disclaimer: I don't own Troy Bolton or Gabriella Montez sadly. :(
A/N: The summary seems a little iffy, but I assure you, they are NOT BLOOD-RELATED WHATSOEVER! This is still about the same story as it was on xXbrokenangelwingsXx. She threw it at me after having no time, wanting me to change the plot a little, and rewrite the story--so I did. Don't forget to leave a review. ;)
Prologue
I've always known him as a brother. He was my best friend, my rock, the one who I could count on for anything.
He'd be there no matter what because simply, I needed him.
And he wasn't your typical basketball-playing jock; he wasn't moronic like people claimed him to be, nor was he a spoiled brat like the media portrayed him. And lastly, he wasn't a jerk just because he was captain of his Los Angeles high school's basketball team.
I could go on and on about what he meant to me; I could write a million adjectives defining how I felt about him in my life.
Never would I think the word "love" would come in handy.
His name? Troy Bolton.
And yes, I'm pretty sure I love him… Even though it kills me to the core and sends shivers down my spine just thinking about that repulsive, disgusting, nauseating four-lettered word. To me, it was about as bad as shit, or fuck, or slut.