A/N: Yes, I'm still alive. Sorry, I haven't even posted a oneshot recently. Don't kill me. I've been surviving university. I've been writing lots (and lots) of poetry, though. And if anyone's interested in reading some, let me know and I'll send you some.

So anyway, I'm currently living as an unemployed graduate. I have had several interviews, but to no avail. I did have one brief job but the only thing I learned is that I'm terrible at telesales.

ANYWAY, now that I no longer have to analyse novels and poems for grades, I've been trying to get back into writing again. I mean, I'm fine with poems but I really want to start writing stories again and I figured a fanfic was the best way to go.

So I've been watching Saved By The Bell and although I never liked the character of Tori, I liked the first episode she was featured in. So that's what influenced the first chapter. I am still piecing the plot together in my head and I still have a few gaps. If anyone doesn't mind spoilers, I'd love someone to help me figure it out :)

Okay, a brief summary that I've thought of on the spot would go something like this: Troy Bolton is the big man on campus: captain of several sports team, son of the sports coach, going out with the prettiest girl in school. He has everything going for him and is sure to win a basketball scholarship for college. But then Gabriella Montez shows up and doesn't play by Troy's rules. She doesn't seem to fit into his perfect world, but when they're paired together for a social studies project, Troy begins to learn what's hiding beneath Gabriella's cool exterior.

Chapter One

"Hold up," Troy Bolton called, silencing the main hallway of East High. Students turned from their lockers, abandoning their conversations, curious as to what he wanted.

A nearby group of cheerleaders giggled and admired him as he slowly surveyed the crowds. Dressed in jeans, white shirt and a sports jacket, he was the epitome of school spirit. This was expected as he was captain of the basketball team, football team, and golf team. But all the cheerleaders were interested in was the way his shirt showed a few pectoral muscles.

"Who did it?" he asked, ignoring the cheerleaders and continuing his inspection of the student body.

His best friend approached and cautiously clapped Troy on the shoulder. "Who did what?"

He narrowed his eyes at Chad Danforth. "Who parked in my space?"

The hallway groaned in disappointment and went back to their business, evidently expecting a juicier story.

Chad quirked an eyebrow. "Really, hoops?"

Troy nodded his head. "And do you know the worst part?"

"That you're obsessive about a parking space?"

He laughed sarcastically. "No. I had to park by the dumpsters. I just know that Lola is going to be covered in spilled coffee by lunch."

Taylor, Chad's girlfriend, approached and greeted her boyfriend with a chaste kiss, quickly taking Chad's basketball from him. "Do you know who did it?"

"No," he mumbled, looking at the ground.

"Well what kind of car is it?" Chad asked, trying to wrestle his basketball off Taylor.

"It wasn't even a car. It was just a stupid motorcycle," he grumbled, folding his arms like a child who couldn't get his own way. Which, in a way, he was.

"What kind of motorcycle?" Chad asked absentmindedly as he finally pried his basketball from Taylor.

"I don't know," Troy exploded, running his hand through his sandy hair. "All I know is that someone parked in my space. It looked like it was about to fall apart anyway."

Jason Cross, another of Troy's friends, ran up to him. "Troy, someone's parked in your space."

Troy gritted his teeth. "I know."

"I was going to stop him but he's a scary dude." Jason pulled a face.

"You saw him?"

Jason nodded. "Terrifying. Seven foot, bulging muscles and tattoos all over his face."

Taylor nudged Jason. "Is that the scary dude?"

Troy turned to see that Taylor was pointing at a petite girl with a head full of unruly dark curls that fell to halfway down her back. Dressed in a white shirt, jeans, black boots and an oversized leather jacket, she looked like she had eaten her fair share of bugs. She was clutching a wad of papers in one hand and a motorcycle helmet in the other, a backpack hanging from her shoulder. She wandered over to a locker and began dialling in her combination.

Troy raised an eyebrow in Jason's direction.

Jason shrugged. "I swear she was a dude outside."

Troy rolled his eyes and before anyone could stop him, he marched over to her. He looked her up and down, noticing how tanned she was and how high her cheekbones were. She began trying to cram her helmet into her locker, but to no avail. "Hi, I'm Troy Bolton," he said, smiling charmingly down at her.

She paused for a moment to look him up and down before she turned back to her locker, pushing her shoulder against her helmet.

"Try this," he offered as he took her helmet, twisted it and watched it slide smoothly to the bottom of the locker.

She glanced at him, her lips flicking up in a brief smile, and then began organising her books.

"Listen," Troy began, leaning against the locker next to hers. "You kind of parked your bike in my space, so could you be a doll and move it?" He winked down at her.

She lifted her head, blinking a few times and then opened her mouth, a bunch of jumbled syllables tumbling out.

He frowned, recognising the odd word from Spanish class and instantly wished he'd studied more and not stared at the girl who sat in front of him. "Oh, you don't speak English," he said slowly.

She just smiled politely up at him and turned back to her locker.

He slowly walked away and met back up with his friends. "She doesn't even speak English."

Taylor rolled her eyes. "She probably doesn't want to be bothered by some jock on her first day of school."

The bell rang and students began shuffling toward their homeroom. Troy vaguely registered Taylor pushing Chad in the direction of Ms Darbus's classroom but he could only strand in the middle of the hall and stare at the biker chick as she grabbed a few books and battled her way to her homeroom.

He took a deep breath and headed in the opposite direction, towards the principal's office. He didn't know who the biker girl was, he didn't care if it was her first day, and he didn't care if she didn't speak English. He was Troy Bolton and he was going to get his space back.