Crazy Wild Thoughts
Summary:
I'm Gabriella Montez, a 16 year old girl (yes I'm a girl although my next door neighbour Troy Bolton (also known as Satan's son) thinks I'm from a freakish alien species –don't ask!) and I've decided instead of boring everyone to death with my mindless ramble and consequently getting yelled at or having weird looks thrown at me; I will write my crazy wild thoughts here…
Disclaimer:
I don't own High School Musical nor do I own anything else you may recognise (such as the books, films, TV programmes I may have a tendency to want to write about.) The only thing I own is the plot
A/N Ok, so I get that I rambled quite a bit last chapter. And to be honest, as I may have told some of those who reviewed - I actually had no plans to post this when I started writing. I was writing for the hell of writing it. But then it eventually started building up and I thought that I might as well post this story. I've still got a lot of writing to do on this - a lot more than 'Wrong Side of Town'. So far - I would say that I've got around half written up - and yet there's already a lot of words done.
I have been trying to cut down the babbling - and now, hopefully, in this chapter there will be less - mostly because the actual story line has started. Therefore it should be a bit more controlled than last chapter.
I also want to say thanks to those who took the time to review last chapter. I love reading your reviews so please - keep them coming.
September 4th
Dear diary…
Still no name for you (sorry about that – I will try and think up of one for you)
Anyway it's only morning now. I'm actually sitting here in homeroom. Seeing as I'm here with only a few other people in the room I decided I might as well start writing my entry of how today has been so far…
So I woke up and I thought
"Crap! What the hell am I going to wear?"
And after rifling around in my wardrobe I finally decided that I should wear this red vest top that I sometimes wore under a hoodie when I was just in the house (It was my only clean red top… and there was no way I was going for white again) But then I couldn't find a red or white hoodie or jumper or anything - At least not one that was clean. I seriously regret not doing the laundry!
So basically I'm stuck in a red vest top that kind of shows off my body a bit more than I would actually want it too… it's not too revealing or anything. It's just I'm this major cover up sort of person so anything that remotely shows off the fact that I have boobs, my waist goes in and my hips go out I don't like.
I don't actually know why – maybe it's because I go to a school with a bunch of perverts and man whores who would therefore try and rape me (I hope you realise that I'm not actually being serious about the whole rape thing. I mean as far as I know there aren't rapists at East High. Although there are man whores and perverts I'm pretty sure there are no rapists… I think!) Or you know they may just sexually harass me!
And the fact that I don't want to make myself seem like any of the slutty bitches at the school - mainly the cheerleaders; however, there are quite a few 'known' sluts. They're just a few girls who are known for how easy they are. It's like their bloody prostitutes. You promise them a bit of popularity and they'll screw you.
Personally I think that this is just disgusting; however, there is a large proportion of the East High population who happen to love these girls. I just don't get how someone who is basically a whore can get so much attention just because of their whorish ways!
Anyway back to my outfit! I found this red jacket however that's pretty tight (I must have grown) so it doesn't really actually do much… still it would keep me a bit warmer - not to mention would cover up some part of me (Like my shoulders).
And then I had to try and find some bottoms. Finally I managed to pick out these white joggers. They're alright I guess… I would have gone with red bottoms but then I realised that I had to wear BOTH red and white. So the white joggers it was.
By that time, I realised I was running late. Mum had already left last night for a business trip so I couldn't ask her to drive me or anything (I'm saving up to buy a car – so far I have 104. I'm guessing that that's not enough!)
So I didn't have time to do my hair or anything (Not that I normally do but I do try and run a brush through it) Today though, in an attempt to disguise the fact that I had bed hair, I just grabbed my hair and threw it into a really messy pony. Hair was falling out and it still looked unruly but at least this way people would know that I at least did SOMETHING with it!
So I'm busy running down the stairs when I realise that I haven't even got my shoes or my bag. So I go running up the stairs, fling my backpack round my shoulders (it's a good thing that I pack my bag the night before) and go hunting for these red trainers I bought a while ago. After finally finding them I realise that they don't exactly look presentably but I have no time to dwell on it. So I just chuck them on and run out.
Now unfortunately I live a half hour walk (I'm a pretty slow walker by the way – I'm not one for fitness or that sort of shit so I walk slow to stop me tiring out) from the school – and I was also unlucky enough to come out of my door in a right state at the exact time that my next door neighbour and dad came out.
I never really actually told you that much about my next door neighbour was did I? Well apart from his name and a few tiny facts. Anyway he's Troy Bolton - Basketball captain; jock; pretty stupid sometimes; and the guy who loves to be a bastard.
Troy Bolton is actually alright looking – ok who am I kidding he's actually pretty hot! He's got this amazing shaggy browny blondey hair that always has this cute way of falling into his eyes. He's pretty tanned and he's got these amazing pair of blue eyes. Seriously! You could get lost in them… Although for me I hate the way they always seem to look at people with such hatred or annoyance. But when I see his eyes and he's not looking at me – I notice that they really are amazing.
Now don't get me wrong. Just because I'm saying that Troy Bolton is hot does not mean that I in anyway like him. Hell no! He's like a bloody bully for crying out loud! I'm just stating the fact that he is good looking…
However he is also this egotistical jock who seems to hate smart people's asses.
And we've lived next to each other our whole lives. Our parents are ok with each other - they're not best friends however they do stop by each other's houses occasionally. I guess my mum isn't really home enough for them to have an actual relationship. That's probably one good thing about mums work!
Oh yeah, so he and his dad (Coach Bolton by the way… he's the basketball coach and also my PE teacher) were making their way out of the door at the same time that I was. Yeah if I knew that that was going to happen I would have delayed myself another 5 minutes
Before I had a chance to duck back in my house again Coach Bolton is all
"Gabriella! Why don't you ride with us? We're going to East High after all…"
As if I didn't know. I swear the look on Troy's face was just priceless! But then again I guess I can't say much because I'm pretty sure that the look on my face was pretty much the same.
I was about to decline when I realised that it's either except the ride or run all the way to school. And if I ran all the way to school I'd probably end up out of breath and really sweaty with disgusting sweat patches under my arms. That would just be a great way to start the school year!!
So, instead, I found my self smiling and nodding my head. I couldn't help but see the look of anger on Troy's face. I mean from his view he'd be arriving with the freak in the same car has him.
People don't actually know that I live next door to him. We've always kept it that way. I mean, Taylor never comes over so she won't see him playing basketball in the back yard. And I'm never in the backyard so his mates would never see me there.
It was then that I actually start to wonder why Troy was actually riding with Coach Bolton. I was pretty sure that Troy's got this fancy car of his own which he likes to flaunt around. What the hell happened to that?
As I got into the backseat of the car, whilst Troy clambered angrily into the front, coach explained it
"I'm actually a bit later today. I was stuck waiting for his majesty to come down. He totalled his car so now he's stuck riding with his pop! I guess it's good though because you managed to get a ride - right Gabriella? You do realise that you would have probably had to run to get to school on time don't you?"
"Uh… yeah Coach…" That's basically the only reason I decided to except the offer.
To say that the ride to school was awkward was an understatement. I mean Coach was busy yapping on about how the basketball team is going to do well; how we should be looking forward to a new year at school; how Troy should try to get his grades up; how I should ride with them in the mornings from now on…
Yeah! My eyes widened at that and I was trying to think of something to get me out of it when I heard Troy's cool voice answer for me
"Oh she can't… Montez usually goes early to work in the library don't you…" I could hear the hint of a threat in his voice. I knew that if I said yes I'd be being weak and doing exactly what he wants. True - it would probably save me from torment though. But I really don't know what inspired me to say no. Maybe it was the fact that I had quite frankly had enough of Troy Bolton pushing people around and decided to stand up to him.
"No actually I don't think I will be doing that any more…"
Even though I was at the back I could still see Troy's eyes widen in shock through the mirror. And I definitely saw the harsh glare he directed at me when he turned around. But I didn't break. Hell no! I just smirked right back at him. Coach Bolton however was perfectly unaware of the exchange between his son and I has he carried on talking
"Oh well that's good then. It'll save you having to walk then…"
Yea it would… although I could definitely feel that hell would have to pay…
The rest of the ride was silent and when coach finally stopped at the school I quickly thanked him before jumping out of the car. I had to get away from Troy. I sprinted up the steps and made my way to my locker.
And that would bring me to now. The bell just rang indicating homeroom. And I'm watching to see who's filing through those doors. I smile as I see Taylor come through. She actually looks amazing today - makes me feel sort of ugly. She's wearing this short white ra ra skirt however she's got red leggings underneath so it doesn't look slutty. Then she's wearing a white vest top which actually clings to her really well. I'm beginning to wish that I had made SOME effort with my clothes. She smiles as she takes the seat next to me
"Hey Gabi… what's up?"
"Hey Taylor… not much. You look really good…"
"Thanks… I was beginning to think that maybe I should put an effort into my appearance now…"
"Oh…"
I turn my head to the door and instantly frown has I see Troy walk in. Trailing behind him is Chad Danforth; Zeke Baylor; Jason Cross and a few other basketball people whose names I forget. Those four are the ones who are the most mean although Zeke and Jason aren't as bad. They just hang out a lot more with Chad and Troy. Now those two are terrible although Troy takes the prize for being the worst. I see him glare at me before turning his attention to the bimbo on his arm. The bimbo I notice is Lara Ashford. A bitchy and not to mention slutty cheerleader. I nearly vomit has I see him lean forward and swap saliva with her right in front of us all! I mean oh my God! Talk about ew!!
Ok diary… got to put you away! Ms Darbus has just come in and is now yapping about her chapel of the arts. She's also glaring at me because whilst she's busy making her oh so important speech, I quite frankly couldn't give a shit and am busy writing in you… which she doesn't seem to like…
So yeah… crazy homeroom teacher (Ms Darbus) has finished her lecture about how we should respect the work and wonder of theatre and she's also going on about how she wants us to audition for this damn play. As if! Everyone knows that there's no point in even TRYING to audition! I mean why bother? The Evans twins are going to get the lead anyway…
Ok so I guess I haven't told you about the Evans twins!
A boy and a girl
Sharpay and Ryan
The Ice Queen and poodle
Yeah so you're probably wondering what's up with the nicknames? Thing is Sharpay Evans is this bitch who can turn fire into ice. She literally can freeze you (or at least send chills down your spine) with a simple glare – hence the name 'Ice Queen'.
And Ryan – yeah Ryan basically just follows Sharpay. I'm serious though - it's like he hasn't got a freaking backbone! He just basically follows whatever Sharpay is doing.
There is a part of me that feels sorry for him. I mean it's not his fault that he has been unfortunate enough to acquire Sharpay Evans has his twin. And I'm pretty sure that there is probably an unwritten rule which says 'stick with your twin no matter how much of a bitch she is'. I mean if the likes of people like Zeke Baylor (3rd most popular guy in the school – right after Troy and Chad. Those two are best friends by the way – Troy and Chad) find it hard to stand up to Sharpay than what do you think Ryan goes through. And he has to LIVE with her. I mean that's just got to be harsh. Not only does he have to suffer her during school but he's also got to put up with her at home.
Come to think of it I think there is only one person who can actually stand up to the Ice Princess. And that would be our very own Chad Danforth. Not even Troy Bolton is too good with her - I mean Troy practically rules the school (actually there are times when I think that he does and that the teachers are just here to amuse him – but whatever!) so dealing with Sharpay Evans is probably something that he should have had to do to have gained the special honour of having the East High School under you. However, even he can get a bit 'skittish' around her! Chad on the other hand doesn't mind telling the ice princess when exactly she's being a bitch! I guess that could be why those two hate each other so much.
Ok so I think I've really got to stop going off track. I mean one minute I'm telling you about how my crazy homeroom teacher is trying to get us to try out for the musical and next minute I'm busy telling you about the Evans twins. It's like I've got nothing better to do than sit here and write a whole load of stuff which isn't really that important in here…
Ok so fine I admit that I haven't actually got anything better to do. Besides homework. Or schoolwork. I mean do I look like I'm a social person? Do I look like someone who gets invited to parties which the likes of Troy Bolton and the basketball team (not to mention the slutty cheerleaders) grace? Do I look like the type of person to get invited to parties full stop? Because I assure you that I am not!
Which I guess is a pretty sad thing but whatever! You know I seem to be saying that a lot. I don't know why though… maybe it's like my catchphrase or something - although if I had a choice I would actually pick a different catchphrase. Because saying 'but whatever' is really not going to help people remember me.
You know like people know Paris Hilton saying 'That's hot' or Chantelle Houghton (I think that's her name anyway – you know the Paris Hilton look alike who won Celebrity Big Brother ages ago and stared dating Preston from Ordinary Boys and has now lost all claim to fame) saying 'Oh my God!' Or even Janice from Friends – her annoying 'Oh My God' and ridiculous laugh
But my catchphrase is totally not cool. So I think I'm going to have to think of a new one.
Ok so Operation 'think of a new catchphrase' is right up there with Operation 'think of a name for diary'.
Anyway back to what I was saying. Ms Darbus actually wants us all to try out and audition. Something about how she is disappointed that the sacred arts is not getting enough volunteers and that if people are not careful it would seize to exist! Apparently not that many people have been trying to get into a play or anything. Then the dragon lady (can't take any credit for that name by the way – my mum likes watching this show 'The Cosby Show' and that's what one of the children call their teacher - oh and just in case you didn't realise 'the dragon lady' is MY name for Ms Darbus. Everyone has got to have their own names for their hated teachers and this one is mine) actually started going on about how instead of us all rooting and cheering for the basketball team to score touchdowns (don't ask – I mean even I know that they shoot baskets – and I'm a completely sports clueless sort of person) we should instead be gracing her temple of the arts with our deep hidden talents for the theatre world. Now this comment really got quite a few members of our class rattled. I mean she should really have thought twice before speaking a comment like that – not with half of the basketball team in her class!
And I'm now sitting here in maths. I personally hate maths now. I mean I really really hate it! Which I have to say is a bit of a shock because I do actually usually like maths. But not of course when I am stuck between two cheerleaders who obviously don't know how to do their freaking time tables. So you try doing trigonometry with two brainless blondes sitting either side of you (no offence to blondes by the way – I'm just saying that these two cheerleaders sitting next to me are blonde) talking about how their nail broke; or how they just have to get that new skirt that comes out in shops today; or how the captain of the football team is not as good as the captain of the swim team; or how they think that they might be getting split ends in their hair; or how they think that Troy Bolton is just going to ask them out any time soon!
Seriously – these two are so superficial. I'm just glad that trigonometry is one of my strong points so I am now able to sit here and write my thoughts down in you diary. (Yea I know I still have to do something about operation 'think of a name for diary')
A/N So I hope the babbling wasn't too bad. The ending is a bit, but I didn't want to cut it all out. I mean - some of it is important (like explaining Ms Darbus's nickname)
Anyway - the next part of the day will be posted in another chapter. I guess next chapter is going to be a more interesting chapter. Gabriella and Troy will talk. I was going to be posting each day as a separate chapter; however, it ended up being around 6 000 words each chapter - which I think is a bit much.
Anyway please review - and you will get a sneak peek of next chapter.
XxxNicolexxX
By the way - I'm currently at work experience - and bored out of my mind. So if anyone wants to PM me or anything I'll be a very happy person. In fact, just PM me whenever for the next two weeks - because I'll be at this computer from 10-5 all days.
And if you happen to be in love with Twilight - then I'd love to chat with you (I'm currently in a very obsessed mood)
