Disclaimer: I don't own High School Musical. If I did do you really think I'd be writing stories on here?
It was obvious.
Okay, maybe not that obvious, but everyone seemed to know.
It was hate, hate turned to obsession and twisted into some kind of unusual love. It wasn't love in the way that most teenagers see it. Sweet kisses, holding hands in the hallway, playing footsies under the lunch table. Instead it was passionate-filled nights screaming the name of the very person she despised, then going to school the next day and acting as if nothing had changed.
She was a damn fine actress. She always got the part, mainly because it was always written for her, but no one, no matter how good of an actress they are, can hide the truth.
The truth. The short brunette who had no sense for fashion. The bossy blonde who always got her way. The secret relationship, if you could even call it that. It was right in their face, but neither saw it. They used it as an excuse to get ahead. To get the best parts. To know exactly what to write. It was a shock at first, but everyone warmed up to it. It took some a little longer. Probably them being the longest.
After they left high school they decided to never see each other again, but as everyone already knows, you can't hide the truth. You can run from it, but it will always come back to you. A few casual meetings here and there, the occasional dinner and a show, and before they realized it they were falling. The good kind of falling where you know that you will fall into someone's arms and come out without a scratch.
It was obvious to them, finally.