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CHAPTER 1

"So... you wanna hang out tonight and grab some ice cream or something?" Taylor asked as they worked their way towards Calculus.

"Uh... I don't know. I'm feeling kinda sick and my mom needs me to..." Vanessa said the first thing that came to her mind, "...clean the

carpet tonight!" Wow, real smooth Vanessa thought to herself shaking her head.

"Okay..." Taylor said with a weird expression on her face. She didn't even want to be involved.

Right then, Gabriella saw Troy walking her way. As they passed each other, they exchanged awkward glances, not sure of what to do

and carried on with their own lives.

Rule number one of East High was never to be associated with a clique other than your own. Anyone who threatened to break the rule

was immediately brainwashed by their clique. East High came close a couple of times to their whole social plan breaking apart because

someone stepped out of their shell occasionally but everything was always close to perfect there.

Gabriella arrived at her quaint little house around five. She had been arriving that late from school almost everyday lately because she

was always studying for her finals.

Gabriella went straight for the fridge and poured herself a glass of lemonade. The weather in New Mexico had been getting feverishly

hotter, day by day. She wiped the sweat off her face and ran upstairs to take a shower. As soon as she got out, Gabriella pondered for 30

minutes on what to wear. She kept asking herself why it mattered what Troy thought of her or how she looked, but she still couldn't get over

the fact that she had to look nice. Fifteen minutes later, she settled on one of her favorite outfits. She spent the rest of her time putting on her

makeup and wondering how to do her hair. Finally when it was 6:45, she was satisfied with how she looked. She grabbed her book bag and

ran downstairs.

"Bye Mom! I'll be home before ten tonight," Gabriella shouted as she closed the front door to her house.

Gabriella started walking towards the public library as thoughts ran through her mind again. She started smiling to herself and felt

excited to tutor Troy. How would she start off? Should she start with talking about how his day went? Or should she just get straight to it?

What would he think of her tutoring? Would he bored? Gabriella started to get nervous but calmed herself down and told herself it was only

Troy Bolton. Only Troy Bolton, the most gorgeous guy on earth. The library was only half a mile from wear Gabriella lived so it didn't take

long for her to get there.

Gabriella arrived at the library and sat down at a table where if Troy walked in, she would be visible. Gabriella glanced down at her

watch and read 6:58. Two minutes early she thought. She decided to open up her book she was reading. After reading through chapter 15,

she glanced at her watch again 7:03. Just a couple of minutes, Gabriella thought. I'll wait a bit more.

Gabriella then read to chapter 20 and glanced at her watch. 7:20! What if Troy got into an accident? Maybe he had to stay a little

longer for basketball since he was the coaches son. She decided to wait for Troy a little longer.

She started reading again. She read and she read until the book ended. As she checked her watch again, it was 8:07. Although Gabriella

knew she should have left, there was something inside of her screaming to stay. Something told her that Troy would eventually come, so she

waited, and waited, and waited.

"Excuse me miss, but the library will be closing in 15 minutes," the librarian said to Gabriella.

Gabriella checked her watch for the last time and the watch read 8:45. She felt tears and disappointment stir inside of her. Why had she

believed Troy would keep his promises? Gabriella walked back home with her head dropped and tears dripping for her eyes. She reached her

home and opened the door.

"So how was tutoring Gabby," her mother asked her. Her mother was on the couch curled up with kettle corn watching Oprah.

"It was okay, nothing special," Gabriella said trying to hide her face as she walked up to her bedroom.

Gabriella dropped her book bag and crashed on top of her bed as she softly cried into her pillow.