"Are you doing anything tonight?"

I looked over at Brooke and shook my head, not wanting to really say anything since we're in class and our teacher's annoying as hell. She'll call you and ask to share what you're talking about and you can't ever think of anything to make up in the moment so half the time, people end up just saying what they were talking about and it's just the worst. So I stay quiet.

But I know Brooke wants more of an answer. She wants to know what we could do tonight. I mean, it is Friday. Who wants to sit at home and watch TV?

Actually, after the week I've been having, that wouldn't be so bad.

So I roll my eyes, tear off a piece of paper and write what I couldn't say out loud.. well, what I didn't want to stay out loud.

Nothing. Maybe we can go to the football game or go to dinner and a movie with everyone. You pick. Or just have a little best friend time. Up to you!

I hand her the note when our teacher has her back to us and she reads it and then just smiles and nods her head.

Is she serious? That's the exact answer she wasn't satisfied with me giving and that's all she's going to give me? Whatever. I can't deal with her or that right now. My teacher is writing down notes by the second and I have to write them down all. I can't talk and write. It's just impossible for me.

"Mr. Bolton," I hear Mrs. Davis say so I immediately look up from my notes, "nice of you to finally join us."

He hands her a piece of paper, probably a note to excuse him, and smiles slightly at her, like he doesn't give a shit about what she's saying. She takes it, puts it on her desk and then asks him to take a seat and copy the notes.

He walks through my row, very slowly, like he's trying to make everyone look at him or something. Which he doesn't have to try hard to do, to be honest. And then all of a sudden, he looks at me. And before I know it, my notebook and pencil are on the ground, courtesy of him.

He picks them up, gives me a smirk and pops them down on my desk, "sorry."

I don't say anything. He dropped my notebook and pencil and he's acting like it was a cute thing for him to do. It wasn't. It was annoying. And he's annoying.

Troy Bolton is annoying.

But also, incredibly good looking. Like, way too good looking. It's almost not fair.

Okay and maybe he wasn't thaaaat annoying. But whatever.

After a little while, the bell rings and we're free to go. Thank God. It's lunchtime now and it's my favorite time. Juniors and Seniors get to leave for lunch if they want and right now, that couldn't be anymore perfect because I'm craving a bagel from this bagel shop down the street.

"Alexis is coming with me to get a bagel, you wanna come too?" I ask Brooke as we head out of the classroom.

"Nah, I'm just gonna go grab a smoothie or something with Tay."

I shrugged, not really caring. She's my best friend, but she can do whatever. We don't need to be with each other all the time. We both have other friends.

Like Alexis. Who's strolling up to me, a book in her hand, her hair up in a bun, she has little to no make up on and it makes me hate her.

She always looks so effortlessly beautiful.

"Let's go," she tells me as soon as she reaches me, "I'm starving. And also, I want to stop by that juice place afterward. I need some greens in my life."

Oh God. This girl and her green juices. Gross. But yeah, I was starving, too. We turned on our heels and walked to the entrance of the school, where it was crowded, with kids pushing through to get out. If everyone could leave during lunch, they would. But even if they're allowed to leave, some don't. Some don't have cars. Some don't have parents who want to sign their permission slip to let them go. But this school has over 2,000 kids. Of course there are still a lot of people leaving at lunch.

As we're walking to my car, I felt someone graze my shoulder.

He stopped immediately, turning around to see who he almost knocked down. Okay, he didn't almost knock me down, but whatever.

It was Troy. Troy Bolton.

He looked at me, not saying anything for what felt like forever and then a tiny smile appeared on his face and two words came out of his mouth, "I'm sorry."

That was it. He turned around, I heard some chuckling and that was that.

"God, he's so hot," I hear Alexis say once he's out of sight, "like, how does someone get to be that attractive? And I'm sure he knows it, too."

Oh, he definitely knows it. Troy Bolton runs shit. He has a ton of friends. Everyone wants to be his friend. He's captain of the soccer team. He probably has sex every night with whichever girl he wants. He's good looking, has a nice car, a nice house, everything.

Troy Bolton has it all.

"Whatever," I shrug, looking for my keys in my purse, "he's annoying."

"You don't even talk to him," Alexis laughed as she opened my car door, hoping into the passenger seat and then waited until I was in the driver's seat before she continued talking, "you're just mad like the rest of us that you don't get him."

"I don't want him," I made a face, throwing my purse in the backseat, "no. And I don't know why anyone else would. Sure, he's hot, but he's just so… I don't know the word nor do I care."

Alexis rolled her eyes and put down the visor so she could look at herself in the mirror, "Yeah, okay, Gabriella, whatever you say."

I dropped it. I mean, what else is there to say?

We pulled out of the school parking lot, made our way over to Einstein Bagels and as we were walking to the entrance, two boys were as well. And of course, it was none other than Troy Bolton and Matt Miller. Greaaaaat.

"Ladies," Matt opens the door and gives us an annoying smirk, "after you."

We walked in, got in line, ordered and within 10 minutes, we were sitting down three tables away from Troy and Matt, who were laughing and messing around. Typical boys.

I got up to throw my trash away and coincidentally, so did Troy.

"I like your bracelet."

What? I looked over at Troy who was looking down at my wrist and a small smile was appearing on his face. My bracelet? He's complimenting my bracelet that my grandma made me out of boredom and beads? Ha. "Oh, um, thanks."

He threw his trash away, filled up his drink while I waited to fill up mine and then turned back to me, "see ya around."

And that was that. Troy Bolton talked to me three times today. And he complimented my bracelet.

What a weird day.