Here you go guys! This is the first official chapter of 'Oblivious to My Love'. If you're a new reader, then it's highly suggested you read the fic 'Lost and Found' before you read this one. It will explain alot of things that are bound to confuse you in this one. But to my fans who are joining me here, I hope you enjoy this fic. And I'll probably be updating again next week...hopefully. XD

-Steph-

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Disclaimer: I don't own HSM...if I did I'd make it a hell of a lot better, because Troy and Sharpay belong together!

Chapter One

Oblivious to My Love: Beyond Your Attentions

East High School, Home of the Wildcats, was an awfully busy place. Students, grade nine and up, bustled down the halls, chattering loudly, and making snide comments towards their friends. There was also what I termed the 'fifteen-minute-oh-shit-I-didn't-do-my-homework' rush, that was most certainly taking place, judging by the flurry of paper flipping that was going on across the hall, as well as numerous pounding feet heading towards the library.

It was at these times I felt thankful that my mother was such an academic prude. Oh, if I was a C-average student, she would love me for it and be proud of me, but only if that was my absolute best effort.

I knew my mom wasn't the type who'd hate me if I didn't have straight A's, but she expected me to put my best foot forward, whether on the basketball court, or in a Chemistry classroom, and I loved her for it.

Speaking of loving someone… I thought, feeling my eyes being drawn elsewhere, particularly towards the beautiful blonde-haired girl, making her way up the stairs.

My eyes gravitated towards the piercing sound of heels click-clacking against the white linoleum flooring that covered the wide hallway. My orbs automatically following her hips as her athletically slender form stalked down the hallway, blonde curls bouncing.

Her skin-tight light blue tank, showed off her defined center, and the gorgeously rounded cleavage peeking over the top of the laced neckline had my body reacting in ways that was most definitely not appropriate, considering she didn't seem to know I existed.

Or she did, and didn't care to pay any attention to me.

The jean skirt she wore showed off a pair of exquisitely pale and smooth legs, and boy, did I wish I could touch them like I used too.

Watching her walk down the hallways like this, looking as though she owned the place, always seemed to flip on the huge switch inside my head that said 'Yearn for Sharpay' and it was incredibly annoying.

I insurmountably missed the girl she used to be.

The one I would hold in my arms for hours, and kiss without a care in the world. The girl, who would call me at two o'clock in the morning when she needed someone to talk to, or just encourage her. I missed hearing her loud cheering and screaming at my basketball games.

God, how I missed Sharpay Evans. Or I missed the real her, not this emotionless, and cold girl I was staring at this moment.

It was Sharpay's body, alright, but her mindset wasn't the same.

And it hadn't been for almost three years. Not since Ananchel had been killed in that car accident, and what hurt the most, was that I didn't know if I would ever get the love of my life back.

I shook my head, deciding to focus my attention on opening my locker, and getting myself situated before I had to head off to my first class, but once again, I was distracted.

A hand on my shoulder pulled me from my intense staring. "Troy…" I turned towards the sound and wasn't surprised to see my best friend, Chad standing there, his bushy hair even more puffy than usual.

"What's up man?" he greeted cheerfully, and I grabbed him in a brotherly one-armed hug, shooting him my own half-hearted grin.

"Not much dude. Just wondering how the hell I'm going to finish that physics paper by Friday." I replied as I tried to focus on his conversation, instead of the blonde beauty standing about two yards away from me on the other side of the hallway.

Chad grimaced slightly as he leaned his back against the red row of lockers behind him.

"I feel for you, bro. I'm glad I don't take that class yet." he started as he lifted his hand and leisurely tossed the basketball he held in his hands through the air.

I snorted at that as I began entering the combination to my locker, and Chad paused suddenly. "Wait…don't you take Chemistry AP too?" he asked, and I nodded.

"Yeah, it's a double course that my mom wanted me to take."

I opened the red locker door swiftly as I sat my backpack on the floor, and grabbed my Physics binder from the top shelf. I flipped through the college-ruled loose leaf pages checking to make sure I had my homework from two days ago inside.

Chad raised his bushy eyebrows at my lackadaisical response, while twirling the orange ball on his fingertip. "Why, though? I mean two science courses in one year. That's a shit load of work to do, Troy."

I didn't glance up at him from looking over my homework to make sure I'd done it all.

"I know, man, but she really wants me to get a scholarship for both athletics and academics. It's not the only double course I'm taking this year. I'm in the History double course as well. My mom has me in English 3 and English AP as an after-school class. I sometimes go to seminars down at the local university." I said, finally closing my binder and tucking it into my backpack, before grabbing my Physics book.

"But it's not like you didn't already know this, Chad." I told him, smirking slightly at his disbelieving look.

"Is your mom batty?" he asked in shock, his eyes wide.

I laughed. "She's a professional psychologist, dude. What do you think?" I questioned in amusement as I shut my locker door, my physics book in hand.

I decided it wouldn't be a good thing for Chad's mental capacity to tell him that I played four different sports on weekends and after school. Not to mention that I worked for my mom and at a local car-shop.

With another glance at my best friend, I decided he wouldn't be able to handle the fact that I volunteered at least ten hours a week.

I snatched up my backpack from the floor as I turned to him. Chad was still gaping at me, his jaw slack.

I opened my mouth to say something, but someone calling my name got my attention.

"Hey Troy!" I peered over my shoulder and saw the brunette with green eyes approaching me.

"Hey Jason." I replied giving him a clap on the shoulder as I strapped on my backpack.

"Did you happen to finish the Algebra homework Mrs. Belle assigned?" he asked, and I nodded, ignoring the strangled sound that rose from my bushy-haired best friend.

"Yeah, I did it the other day." I told him, and he looked at me in exasperation.

"Did you understand the last problem?" he questioned, and I opened my mouth to respond affirmatively when Jason spoke again. "Chad, dude, are you alright?" he asked sounding concerned.

I looked over at Chad, who was suddenly really pale as he stared at us in horror. "She gave us homework?" he squeaked, and me and Jason looked at each other.

"Yes." We answered.

"Shit!" Chad cursed and took off down the hallway.

Jason stood there, looking bewildered, while I was laughing so hard I couldn't breathe.

"What was all that about?" he asked in confusion.

I grinned at him.

"He didn't do his homework." I replied calming down.

"Typical Chad." Jason shook his head, a smile on his face. "That idiot."

I nodded at him, smirking. "Too right he is."

"Does coach want to have another after-school practice?" he asked me, changing the subject abruptly.

I shrugged. "I have no idea, Jase." I responded. "I just hope not. I have a twelve page physics paper due Friday. "

He winced sympathetically. "As do I, man. I've yet to get started on the research for it." he told me looking defeated.

I stared at him in disbelief, before smacking him upside the head.

"Dude, it's Monday, and you haven't even started?" He rubbed the side of his head and shrugged. "I'll get it done, Troy."

Rolling my eyes I snorted. "You better, or coach will have to bench your ass before game season even starts. You know how serious he is about that kind of stuff."

Jason opened his mouth to say something, but a loud squeal silenced everyone in the hallway.

"SHARPAY!"

My eyes darted over to towards the sound and I felt my eyes widen slightly as a familiar young girl began dragging her mother towards the girl who stood in the middle of the hallway, her finely plucked eyebrows raised in cold disbelief.

"Sharpay! Sharpay, I see you!" The young child squealed again, and I recognized her.

Her name was Sarah, if I wasn't mistaken. It was strange seeing the girl again, after all the last time I'd seen her she had been like eight years old. Almost three years since I'd seen that face.

Since I'd seen the girl I loved truly smile.

My throat clenched, and I felt my good mood begin to fade.

I watched as Sharpay shook her head slightly a confused look in her cold brown eyes, before she stared down at the girl in front her, who was almost bouncing in excitement.

"Sarah, dear, you shouldn't point. It's rude." The mother, I knew to be Lisa Everhart scolded her twelve-year old sternly.

Sharpay's head tilted in the same fashion it always did when she was thinking hard, or suddenly remembering something.

I felt my heartbeat speed up slightly.

"You mean Sarah Everhart? Tracy Everhart's little sister?" she inquired, and my eyes bulged slightly.

SHE REMEMBERED TRACY! I thought incredulously, feeling my chest contract. Could this mean she was starting to remember once again? I wondered to myself as the girl squealed, obviously pleased that Sharpay knew who she was.

"Yes, I'm surprised you remember us. It's been quite awhile since we've seen you, Sharpay. You've grown up quite well." said Sarah's mother, Lisa.

I saw Sharpay give a tight nod, and instantly felt my hope shrivel inside my chest. I could tell from that look that she didn't remember.

Hearing her fake laughter, caused me to want to ball up in a corner and die.

"Well, if you ever get the time, drop by and visit! I'm sure Tracy will love to see her old best friend again."

There were gasps, and even Sharpay seemed to be taken off guard by the words old best friend.

I noticed Jason watching me obtrusively from the corner of his eye. He was probably wondering why I was suddenly standing so tensely in front of my locker.

"Right." she replied to Lisa emotionlessly with a fake smile that had me cringing slightly.

This isn't my Sharpay, but she's in there somewhere. I thought to myself as I watched Lisa drag Sarah away from gaping at Ryan, who looked uncomfortable.

Sharpay stood there in the hallway, her brow crinkling in confusion most likely pondering the conversation she'd just had with the Everharts'.

Someone to my left snickered quite loudly, and Sharpay's icy gaze snapped up and her eyes narrowed.

"SCRAM!" she barked vehemently, glaring around, and people, startled into action by the loud command, ran in different directions, just now realizing that the bell had sounded.

Not paying any attention to anything else, I watched as she stood in the middle of the hallway, simply staring off into space, blankly.

Jason tapped me on the arm. "Hey, dude, I'll see you later. Gotta get to class." he told me with a smile.

I nodded at him and waved him off as he jogged lightly towards the stairs.

I turned my eyes away from his retreating figure, and my eyes met Sharpay's. She looked minutely disturbed as we stared at each other, before I turned away, unable to stop my eyes from watering slightly.

Be strong, Troy. I chided myself. This is no time to turn into a sissy.

I squared my shoulders, and walked away, feeling her eyes burning holes into the back of my head, but I never looked back, because somewhere deep inside, I could feel myself on the brink.

I couldn't take much more of this, despite my supposed strength.

I knew it to be true, but I didn't feel like accepting it. It was so much easier to ignore the facts staring me in the face, because there was a good chance that Sharpay would never remember me.

"And that would be the end of Troy Michael Bolton." I whispered to myself, feeling my heart break just a little bit more as I made my way up the stairs.

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