Summary-

How would you feel if people only used you because of your money? And the only people you could trust are your enemies, because they are going through the same thing?

A/N I'm back with a new story! Yes, I hope I can finish this. I've noticed Immortal Romance has a lot of mistakes and I'm trying to fix them.

So what I'm going to do in this story is each chapter describes each character, then when I've introduced all of them, I'll continue the story like a regular story :)

Oh, btw, this story is based IN Washington D.C. but East High is set there, k?

Troy's P.O.V.

"So Dad, are you coming to my game?" I asked. "I'm sorry son, but I think taking care of the country is more important than watching silly little basketball." Jack Bolton, A.K.A. the president told me.

Welcome to my life. My name is Troy Bolton, a.k.a the president's son. Yes, I'm the presidents' son. I know I should probably be proud that my dad is the president, right?

Well, wrong.

Sure, I live in Washington D.C. in the White House, BIG WHOOP! I never have any privacy! Everywhere I go, there are body guards. The hallways, the kitchen(s), EVEN THE BATHROOM!

Do you know how weird it is, going to the bathroom while some dude you barely know is staring at you?

Believe me, it's unpleasant.

THEN since my dad is president, he's always so busy. We don't even hang out. His excuses are-

He's taking care of the country.

He is doing paperwork.

He doesn't want to do anything because he's so tired.

He just really doesn't want to be with me.

I know what you're thinking. Why would he not want to be with me, I'm his son right? Well because I really wasn't supposed to be here.

17 years ago, my parents were drunk and "created me". My dad never knew though. Then 5 years ago, I'm 12 standing in front of his doorstep saying, "I'm your son and my mother is dead."

That was really awkward. Before that, I had always wished for a dad. All my mom would say was, "Baby, you had a dad. He created you. Isn't that enough?"

It really wasn't enough for me back then, but if she told me that right now, I would say, "Alright mom." And get on with my life.

Wait, what life am I talking about?

I don't have a life.

I suppose you can say I have friends, if that's what you want to call them. They only use me for my money. They think I don't know, but the truth is, I've known since the first time I met them.

I don't think I know anyone that is going through the same thing as me.

Except for THOSE 3 people.

Gabriella Montez, Sharpay Evans, and Ryan Evans.

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-Laalaa1123