Chapter 2 – Troy's point of view
I went with my dad to school. His gym-classes started at the same time as my classes today. Eight o'clock. Chad and the other guys in my team waited for me at the schoolyard when I got there.
"Hey Captain!" Chad yelled when I approached them.
"Hey Baby!" Sharpay ran towards me and hugged me.
"Hi.." I mumbled, not paying to much attention to her. God, could she just lay off one second!?
"So what's up guys? Do we have a training when the free period is held?" I asked and catched the basketball Zeke tossed to me.
"Uhm, actually, we were going to do the history work Mrs Jones gave us a few days ago.. It seemed pretty hard" Jason mumbled.
"Are you freakin' serious?" I asked angry. I didn't mean to sound so harsh, but I had to. They gave me no other choice than to be with that freak Montez.
"Come on dude, look at it on the bright side" Chad started and gave me a big smile. "You get to hang out with your new girlfriend" He added and laughed.
"Hey! Existing girlfriend, right here!" Sharpay yelled and hit Chad.
"Oh, sorry, didn't see you there, princess" Chad laughed. I sighed as we walked through the entry.
It was free period. I stood all alone at my locker. Chad was off studying with McKessie, Jason with that fat Martha Cox and Zeke with Kellie Mitchell. God he was lucky! At least she looked good. Gabriella Montez looked good to, really good, but she was freak. Kellie wasn't. I mean, who would even concider to date that Montez? The thought all alone gave me chills. I closed my locker and started to walk towards the library, with a basketball under my arm. I smiled at some girls when I entered. Suddenly the old hag who watched the library grabbed my arm, my free arm.
"Mr Bolton! Balls are not aloud in here" She said.
"Well then, you may just as well throw out every guy in there, 'couse I'm sure they are hiding some balls. Two to be exact" I said wisely and laughed.
"Mr Bolton!"
"I'm so sorry, Miss Robins, but I am sure you can make an exception for me?" I smiled charmingly at her and started to walk through the corridor without even waiting for an answer. That old hag was such a sucker for seducing smiles. I saw Montez sitting by a table with several opened books laying all over it.
"Hello" I said and sat down. She looked up with raised eyebrows.
"Don't I get a 'hi'?" I asked and sneered.
"No" She said angrily. Gosh, what had I now done?
"Ouch" I whispered. She didn't say anything. She just looked from one book, to another, to the first and wrote something down at a piece of paper. And then she repeated it. I sighed and put my basketball over the books.
"So, how do we do this history work?" I asked and she looked up. "I mean, this.." I started and refered to the books. Reading wasn't my favorite thing to do. "..dosen't work for me" I added and smiled.
"And what does?" She asked annoyed and crossed her arms.
"A lot of things works for me, but you are not in one of them" I mocked and laughed. She raised her eyebrows again.
"None of your friends are around Bolton, so why don't you cut the crap!?" She said angry. Jeez, what's gotten in to her?
"And what's that supposed to mean?" I asked, although I had understood what she meant. And she was right.
"You know what I mean" She mumbled and looked down at her books, when she realised my ball was in her way. "And get your stupid ball away!" She added. I didn't do anything, it had been like a habit to make fun of her. Not like I liked it, but I couldn't stop. No matter how hard I wanted to. My friends would think I was crazy.
"Well if you wont, I will" She mumbled and took the ball away from me. She gave me a sarcastic look and threw it away.
"Hey!"
"Could you just shut up and get to work!?" She screamed.
"I didn't take you to be the touchy type, math-girl!" I laughed to her.
"When are you going to stop being such a jerk?" She asked. She looked me in the eyes and I felt a pain in my body when I saw the sadness. God, what is this? Freakin' Oprah moment in my body?
"When you are going to stop being such a geek" I said, mostley to shake the feeling inside of me away.
"Just what I was saying" She said sadly. I cursed myself. Not for being an idiot, only for feeling sorry for her. Why did I? She begged for it…
"What do you want me to do?" I asked friendly. Her head flew up. Did I just say a friendly word to her? God, really, what's gotten in to me!? She looked at me shocked.
"Uhm, I guess you could write about Pearl Harbor" She said carefully and dumped two books on me. I cursed myself once again and hid behind one of the books. I begged that someone would come and rescue me from this, something was wrong with me!
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