Chapter 1- The Beautiful Brunette
Troy's POV
Stupid parents. Fuck them. Fuck those rules, those consequences.
"We will be landing in thirty minutes, please fasten your seat belts."
I use to live in California. Well, I still do. But for the summer, I got sent to the isolated school of New York for some Special Troubled Teens Camp or Program thing. Why? Because I got into enough fights to get me expelled from my high school. Teachers had quit their job because of my attitude towards them. I even got in a fight with a teacher.
I feel bad sometimes for people that had to deal with me. But at the mean time, it felt… good. I liked it when teachers would cry because I keep talking back to them and wouldn't listen… it made me feel like I was actually important to them.
But, the thing was, I didn't find this whole summer program helpful. It costs more than just thousands. And the part I really didn't apprehend at all was the point of wasting this much. It's not like I will go back to California acting any better. I had been acting like this since middle school. Some lame summer camp wasn't going to improve anything.
Gabriella's POV
"Stop, mom!" I cried loudly as I struggled to grab my suitcase from her.
"This is not allowed!" My mother, Jennifer Montez, snatched a bag of crack out of my suitcase. "I paid thousands for this summer program for you to get clean! Not to smoke more, Gabriella!" The disappointment on her face was scary. She looked like she was about to cry. But this wasn't the first time. My addiction to any illegal drug I can get my hands on had been life-threatening. But weed was the main problem. If I don't quit soon, I might die. But I couldn't. This is the reason why people call it an addiction.
My mom seemed to recover from that disappointed face and opened the door of the car, stepping out to the parking lot of the place I will be staying for the summer with my suitcase. I stepped out of the car, and shut the door before my mom locked the car with a beep. This was a really nice place. It looked like a boarding school. But this place was isolated from the outside of New York so we can recover "peacefully" for the entire summer. I came from North Carolina. My mom decided to drive me up here because she wanted to take a good look of the campus and everything. Well… this summer was sure going to be one long song.
"Ok, everyone sit down on the bleachers! NOW!" The loud voice called. Everyone took a seat and the room quieted down a bit. The voice was a powerful one, a stern one.
A tall, dark skinned, muscular figure walked into the gym with a serious attitude all over his face. "I am Mr. Garth. You all will be spending the summer with me." He softened his voice a little when he realized everyone had became silent. "This is my assistant Ms. Lennon." An average height and sized red headed lady walked into the gym as she smiled at everyone. "I have a couple of more assistants, volunteers and teachers but you will be seeing me and Ms. Lennon the most."
The gym was a complete silence.
"From September to June, this is a boarding school for troubled teens. If you do not want to be sent here in September, I'd suggest you to behave." He cleared his throat before speaking again. "This is one of the most famous boarding schools in America. For what? For getting the teens clean once they graduate… and this year, we decided to do a summer program for you guys."
"The security here, went through everyone of your bags, and we want absolutely NO abusive substance, alcohol, or any kinds of tobacco to be found on this campus, are we clear?"
Some teenagers answered with a serious yes and some simply laughed or snickered at his question. Well… what do you expect? These were troubled teens that never listen.
"ARE WE CLEAR? Yes or no!?" Mr. Garth yelled as his voice echoed through the gym.
They gulped. Most of them did, at least. "Yes."
"Ok… moving on." Mr. Garth softened his voice a bit. "Ms. Lennon will tell you your roommate and room number." He stepped back for Ms. Lennon to speak.
"I sorted you guys by the problems you guys struggle with. If you struggle with the same problem, I tried to put you with one another so you can help each other. And the same gender will have to share a room with one another. No exceptions of a couple of a boy and a girl." Her soft New Yorker voice spoke. Ms. Lennon started at the beginning of the list and went down. After twenty different pairs of teenagers, she had reached Gabriella.
"Gabriella Montez." The petite brunette stepped down from the bleachers to the center of the gym. "And Sharpay Evans." A blonde, skinny figure appeared as she walked from the bleachers to next to Gabriella.
"You two will be sharing a room. Room 112." The duo walked out of the gym and started to search for their room.
"Um… Hi." Sharpay broke their awkward silence while walking on the outdoor hallway that led to the dorms.
"Hey…" Gabriella said while distracted. She was too busy trying to comprehend the way the rooms were arranged numerically.
"It's that way." The blonde pointed to the sign that read rooms 110-120.
"Oh… um… thanks." Gabriella smiled slightly at her, the two girls were too distracted in finding the room than to see the two boys walking the other way.
The two duos both took a step forward, not noticing each other in the way, and before you know it…
Troy felt something hard hit his chest, to be exact, a head. "Watch it!"
"I'm sorry… god." The brunette fixed her hair a bit.
Troy noticed something. Troy noticed that the brunette standing in front of him was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Her long, dark, raven curls bounced on her shoulders as she walked past him. Everything in the room just slowed down, all eyes were on her. Well… all of Troy Bolton's eyes.
He extended his arm, trying to wave and get her attention but it was too late, she turned the other way and walked down the hall into a dormitory.
"Damn… she's hot."
Troy turned around to find his roommate, Chad Danforth, mesmerized in her beauty also.
"I'll agree with you on that… Chad." He struggled to remember his name.
The two boys walked down the other way to the boys' dormitory, not wanting to forget how beautiful that brunette looked. Especially… Troy.
A/N: Ok, this isn't going to be the best chapter I'm gonna write. I thought this chapter sort of sucked… but it's like the time/plot/setting introducer of the story. And you probably notice that I only did Troy and Gabriella's POV and didn't do Sharpay or Chad's. That's because I wanted to emphasis the fact that this story will focus more on the Troyella romance than friendship. So… please leave a review. 7-10 new reviews for this chapter for me to continue! And I decided to give you guys the first chapter early. I still have two more days of school left. So if you want the next chapter in 2 days, I'd like to see 10 new reviews if you please.
Thanks for the previous reviews by the way! Now… get back to the thought of reviewing!
