This is my second fanfic...so hope you enjoy! x-free-x

Hate
I was thinking about my boyfriend of three weeks, Logan Sommersfield, cute athletic playboy and number one hottie from Alabama. Hopefully he was gonna take me somewhere soon because all he's done was stay at home and talk to me over the phone for five minutes.

I sighed as I put on my shoes. I promised to meet Sharpay at the theater first; we were going to see the latest Lindsay Lohan movie; Just My Luck.

Sharpay Evans had turned me from a "freaky math girl" to a busty, wild, and sexy party animal. She was my best friend and we soon did everything together; practiced french-kissing each other, shared tampons, and all that other stuff. Taylor soon became distant to me...she just reminded me of my old nerdy self.

"Hey Sharpay!" I gave my best friend a hug.

"Thank God...I forgot my purse to pay for the tickets. You'll help me right?" Sharpay pleaded.

I laughed as I handed over the money.

As soon as we were seated inside the theater, Sharpay refused the bowl of popcorn I was handing to her.

"Sorry Gabi, but I'm on a diet." What was hypocritical was that Sharpay had bought the Giant Slurp of her strawberry smoothie but I didn't say anything.

After the movie was over, Sharpay and I were talking about Lindsay Lohan's breasts.

"God, they're HUGE! She's probably a D." Sharpay whispered.

I threw back my head and giggled. "She probably had plastic surgery. I mean...would you get them?"

"HELL YEAH!" Sharpay yelled.

We laughed as Sharpay's boyfriend found us.

"Hey Tyler..." Sharpay and Tyler were busily sucking faces as I stared at them. I didn't mean to be rude, but just how do they do it?

"Um, Sharpay?" I tapped her sharply on the shoulder.

Gasping for breath, Sharpay turned around. "What?"

"I have to go home and study for my test, if that's alright with you?" I didn't receive an answer as my best friend had returned to her boyfriend's lips. I rolled my eyes, swung my purse onto my shoulder and walked out of the mall.

Just as I unlocked the front door, the phone rang. Then the answering machine turned on.

"Hey, you've reached Gabriella Montez, single and lively! So like leave a message since I'm obviously not here. Bye!" recorded the machine.

"Hey, Gabi? This is Logan...I was wondering...if um...you wanted to go out tonight. So...um...call-" Logan mumbled.

I dashed towards the phone. "Hey Logan!" I ran out of breath.

"Oh hey, yeah...I was wondering if-"

"You wanted to go out? Yeah, sure, I'm free!" I desperately added. I did not want to go back to the mall to see Sharpay and Tyler make out again.

"Right. So like I'll pick you up at nine?" Logan asked.

"Whoa, Logan, you're supposed to tell me where we're going?" I rolled my eyes. He was obviously new at this.

"Oh yeah...um...at the new dance club; Atmosphere?"

I winced. Atmosphere was the worst dance club downtown. It had bad DJs, expensive drinks, and a quiet sound system.

"Um...sure. What about Gemini?" I suggested.

"Gemini...sure...okay. Nine?" I could feel Logan smile his awfully-cute-and-confused smile.

"Nine." Then I hung up. What does it take to get guys to know this dating-routine?


It was time for the dance club. I threw on my pre-prepared outfit and frowned when I faced the mirror.

"God, I look fat." I mumbled. Squeezing my baby fat here and there, I squirmed. What's Logan gonna think? That he's dating some kind of pig?

I then waited for the minute to ring fornine o' clock. Of course, guys can't be early to pick up a girl; that'll make them seem eager. And guys can't be late. That'll make them seem like he doesn't care.

I twiddled my thumbs until I got sores when finally I heard a car honk. I sat up and took a glance at the clock; 9:13. Too early, and so I winced.

"Hey Gabi..." he leaned in for a quick kiss.

"Hey Logan. Ready?"

He threw back his head and laughed. "'Course. Anything with you."

When we reached the rowdy dance club, I smiled. This was gonna be fun.

Once I walked in, I hit the dance floor. It crept closer to midnight and everyone was still dancing. I was flirting with cute guys and was currently dancing to My Humps.

Logan finally found me near one o'clock. "C'mon, I buy you a drink!" he winked.

I grinned. As I took his hand, he put me on a stool and grabbed the one next to me.

"Two beers please." Heordered. Then he turned to me.

"So...how's your night?" he asked.

"Friggin' awesome! I love Gemini! My favorite club downtown! Thanks for bringing me here." I thanked Logan gratefully.

"And now...we'll have karoake! I need two hotties up here; one guy, one girl, so come on up!" the DJ announced.

I practically leaped off my chair. Logan held me back.

"I never knew you liked to sing!" He raised his eyebrow.

"Well now you do! C'mon, let's go!" I dragged him over in line.

The DJ looked at me and Logan holding hands and waiting impatiently in line.

"Well, we have an enthusiast! You," he pointed at me. I squealed happily. The DJ continued, "and you."

I turned towards Logan. "Did he choose you?"

Logan shook his head. "The guy next to me." he murmured.

I turned to face the guy standing next to Logan. He looked awfully cute and familiar, with his brown hair sloshed unevenly on his head. His blue eyes twinkled as he laughed. Oh my God...his teeth are straight! I thought excitedly. No boy have I ever dated had such perfect teeth...This obsession was alright for a nerdy hottie like me.

"Hi." I nervously waved at him as we both got up on the stage.

"Oh hey. I can't believe I was chosen!" he laughed as he ruffled his hair to make it even messier.

I smiled back weakly. How cute can he get?

"So...what song do you want to sing?" he asked nicely.

I shivered with excitement. "Start of Something New? Never mind, you probably don't know it..." I remembered this song as the first I sang with this one really hot guy that I almost kissed in high school...

The guy looked at me strangely. "Whoa...I know that song too! No, that was the first song I sang with this really cute girl...we split up when she started to hang out with sluts and stuff...but she was one of a kind...no doubt about it...brainy..." he murmured.

I smiled. "What's your name?"

"Troy Bolton. Yours?"

My heart stopped and my smile slid off my face. "Troy...Bolton?"

Troy laughed. "Want me to say it slower?"

I shook my head. Oh my God...

"What's yours?" he repeated again.

"You really think I'm a slut Troy?" I blurted out. Shit, I blew it I thought, but I couldn't stop.

"No...you don't look sleazy. What are you talking about?"

"You really think I'm a slut? You really think I wanted to hang out with Sharpay and her crew? I did that because Taylor wouldn't stop being a bitch! Even you and Chad ignored me! I thought we were in love Troy! But no, all you did was flirt with Camille! How do you think I feel about this now Troy? You know what? I never loved you. I hated you." I cried as I swung my purse over my shirt and stomped out of the club.

As Logan's mouth dropped, confused and thunderstruck, he watched as I motioned for him to go.

"Wait...Gabriella?" Troy left the club and chased after me.

"What do you want? What more could you possibly want?" I spat at him.

"Gabriella...I'm sorry." He whispered.

I truly almost stayed behind to make up with him, but then...

"Ohhhh Troy!"A busty blonde swung her arms around Troy's neck. "Why don't we go get ourselves a room?"

Troy slapped his forehead. "Alycia..."

I glared at Troy with a rush of pure anger. "Yes Troy...go get a room and leave me alone!"

I then entered the car with Logan and slammed the door. As his slutty girlfriend dragged him back in, Troy looked at me one last time, as if waiting for my apology.

Instead, I showed him the finger and Logan drove us off.


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