a/n: (please read) so thank you guys so muchh for the great reviews, it made us update sooner!! so would it be ok if we have a few more chapters before the accident, just to show you how everyone acts with eachother and to introduce relationships and everything? is that ok? xo thanks for everything, read & review!

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But They Can Never Take Yesterday
What Have You Got To Hide?

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Buuuzzzz. Buuuzzzz.

Oh my god. Shit. I jump, nearly falling off the stool in the science lab. Cell phone on vibrate. Well obviously I totally forgot since I almost died. I read the screen as it says, New Text Message from Troy. I sigh as I open it, to read the full message on my gold Sidekick.

Hey, ask to go to the washroom, and then meet me in the drama prop closet.

I look up and see him heading for the teachers desk. I smile, knowing what's going to happen, what we're going to do, and hit Reply.

K. Oh btw, your ass looks great in those jeans.

Before he approaches our teacher, I watch Troy read it, turn around, and give me a cunning grin. "Mr. Peters, can I just go to the washroom quickly?"

He peers over his 70s, thick framed, glasses and nods to him as Troy slides out of the room. I look at the clock above the door and with no patience at all I get up one minute later and quickly walk up to his desk.

"Hey Mr. Peters," I smile charmingly, "May I go to the restroom?" I make eye contact with his creepy eyes bulging over his glasses.

He sighs and looks at the door, "When Troy returns, you may go..."

I scoff, "Heh...Pshht...Troy Bolton? Why can't I go now, it's an emergency..." I begin to protest as he probably thinks us 'hooligans' will get into some 'hanky-panky' or whatever the dolt calls it...which probably will happen anyway.

"Fine..." He says after hesitation, buying my apparent but phony disgust for the super jock.

"Thanks so much!!" I run out of the room, not wanting to keep Troy waiting, but also eager for my own sake.

My heels beat fast against the freshly waxed floor as I run. I should slow down, but I don't want to. I want –

Whhhhooooshhhh.

My feet slip from under me, causing me to land flat on my ass, killing my tailbone. "GOD DAMN IT!" I yell in pain, quickly clasping my hand over my mouth, realizing...that was a bit loud, but necessary I guess. I moan continuously as I try to pick my body up.

"Sharpay? Are you ok?" Mr. Peters says, peeking his head out of the door, doing the eye thing again as I lay flat on the ground.

"Oh yeah..." I roll my eyes, "Just slipped on thee-inch heels on a waxy floor...that's all." I sarcastically state as I slowly get up in agonizing pain which will hopefully pass in what? Like 5 minutes. Except I doubt it will be that short.

"You should go to the nurse's office, no?" He says. Well obviously. No shit, Sherlock.

"Mmhmm...So I might be a while..." I say deviously as I realize it's a good way to be gone for a long time, finally up off of the floor. I continue walking down the hall in search of the prop closet. Slowly in pain, every step. Damn it. See what I do for you Troy Bolton?

Finally found. I read the door: DRAMA PROP CLOSET. I look down the halls, both ways and cautiously knock. I hear the door handle open and a hand appears. I slightly laugh as it pulls me in. I drop my heels to the floor after carrying them from my fall and am about to rant in my pissy mood to him until I look into his eyes. Oh god. My heart starts to get faster. He's so gorgeous. How could I ever be pissed at him? Tell me again. Holy shhhh. Those deep blue eyes. My lips suddenly feel magnetized to his and I lean in closer and closer as my hands rest on his body. I slowly open my mouth and he follows, making the next move as our warm tongues fondle and touch. A shiver runs down my spine. I slowly disengage the buttons on his shirt that was casually un-tucked and already unbuttoned a few times, making my job easier and faster. My hands skim down his body, soaking up the warmth and comfort of it. I slowly run the tips of my French-manicured fingernails against the ripple of his strong six-pack. He places his hand on my neck, massaging it and slowly bringing it up, through my hair. Man, I wish I could stop life and just live this moment forever. Down it goes. His hand follows down my spine and through the concave of my back. He pushes on my back as our lips are still on each other.

"MMM!" I quickly grumble, pushing him off with a jump. "Damn it Troy...way to ruin the moment..." I sigh as I fix my hair up a bit.

"Huh?" He replies as he swipes his long, chestnut bangs out of his face.

"We don't have to be affectionate with you always touching my ass...Besides; it hurts like hell – I killed my tailbone on my way over here...For you."

"Seriously? Shit...Shar I'm sorry..." He says as he grabs my hand, pulling my closer again.

"Mmhmm..." I say, making some other incomprehensible noises. I roll my eyes as I sigh, watching him put his Wildcat zip-up sweater on.

"Babe..." He starts.

He draws my body into his as his arms cover me, hugging me. I smile. Wow. Seriously I clearly can't be upset with Troy...ever. I place my arms on his back as I hug him back. I rest my head on his bare chest and he wraps me up in his sweater, so it seems like I'm attached to him. I like it. It's nice. He kisses my forehead as I look up at him. I close my eyes and lean my lips closer to him. I swear it's like a magnet between us. Our lips attach.

Rrrrrriiiiiinnnnngggggg.

What the hell. As the bell rings. God damn it.

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"Troy?" A voice says as I quickly look around, coming from the closet, wiping my lips. I try to hide what went on in there on my face.

I raise my eyebrows, walking over to her, getting away from the Drama Prop room, "Hey Gab, what's up?"

She snickers and gives me a funny look, "You tell me?" She replies, talking about where I just came from.

My bad. I guess being pushed out of a closet during period changes was quite obvious after all. Shit. I should've waited and just suffered the embarrassment of being late. "Oh, no...See I heard a lot of noise coming from it, so I wanted to see what was going on...So Ms. Darbus is apparently figuring out some costumes stuff for the next school musical...and she didn't want anyone to see, so she pushed me out..." I ramble on. Ok. That was a bit too much information, she probably knows something's up.

Gabriella looks at me, giving me a confused look, "Whatever..."

Oh god, that was close...I slowly turn around and start walking away when she catches me by the arm. "Wait," She starts, "I thought Darbus is teaching classes all morning...so she shouldn't be in there."

Damn it. Will she leave it alone? I shrug, "I don't know...I'm not her and you know how her mind works..."

She giggles and shakes her head 'no'.

"Ok, yeah...No one knows how her mind works! That's what I meant..." I start to walk backwards, to escape this whole situation.

"Hey...Where are you going?"

I point behind me with my thumb, hitchhiker style.

"We have English!" She informs me in actuality.

I bite my lip and sigh. No escaping this I guess. "Oh right...Well apparently I'm still asleep..." I say, shrugging, as we walk down the hall.

She does a double take looking at me and laughs. What now? "Apparently you got dressed asleep, too."

In confusion, I nervously ask, "What? What do you mean?"

She points to the misaligned buttons to my shirt, under my sweater, "...You hiding something from me?"

Oh damn it, damn it, damn it. I hate lying. "...Uh, well yeah...Just that I'm tired of school and I want it to be over and everything. God, it's tiring and it's just..."

"Oh," She laughs with a sigh, "I know what you mean...Man oh man, I wish it was summer too, even though it's so far away."

"Ha, yeeaahh...I know what you mean," I reply in truth and anxiety, to flee from her.