A/N: Second chapter of "Welcome to my life" by Simple Plan. Enjoy!

ENJOY!

Summary: Troy-selfish, emotionless, cold, mysterious, arrogant, dark, every girls dream, gorgeous, bad boy, and King of EHS. Gabriella-shy, timid, new, quiet, smart, innocent, small, beautiful, secretive, caring, sweet. When these two very different people meet, it could only lead to one thing. HATE, or perhaps LOVE (Unspoken attraction).

Chapter 2 – Welcome to my life

Do you ever feel like breaking down?

Do you ever feel out of place?

Like somehow you just don't belong

And no one understands you

Do you ever want to run away?

Do you lock yourself in your room?

With the radio on turned up so loud

That no one hears you screaming

No you don't know what it's like

When nothing feels alright

You don't know what it's like

To be like me

To be hurt, to feel lost to be left out in the dark

To be kicked, when you're down

And feel like you've been pushed around

To be on the edge of breaking down,

And no one understands you

No you don't know what it's like

WELCOME TO MY LIFE!

FLASHBACK

Gabriella made her way out of Ms. Darbus class, a map of EHS in one hand and a few notebooks in the other. She had been taking notes on Ms. Darbus speech on Shakespearean Times, only to realize halfway that the old "prune" had been saying the same things over and over again. She leaned against a nearby locker as she tried to stuff the notebooks in her bag.

"Hey…"

Gabriella looked up at the sound of the low voice. Her stomach did a series of somersaults as she realized she was staring at the blue-eyed boy she'd met earlier. She blushed and looked down; leaving strands her stray tresses to shield her scarlet face.

"Are you doing anything during free period?" he continued. Gabriella looked at him with raised brows.

"What kind of a question is that?" she snapped. Troy's eyes darkened. Maybe he's being nice. She thought.

"I'm sure I can schedule a janitor's closet for just the two of us…" he winked suggestively as Gabriella felt her mouth fall open. Her grip on her back-pack tightened as her eyes formed slits. Or not! "What do you say?"

"Asshole!" she snapped and turned away from him. He watched her stalk down the hallway, tripping slightly on her feet. A smirk played at his thin lips. Playing "hard to get" are we, Montez? He smirked to himself as she turned round a corner. Even sexier.

END

Gabriela gazed at the open text book in front of her, trying to make sense of the jumbled up words. She tapped the tip of her pen against her chin thoughtfully. Okay, so 2x equals to… A shirtless Troy Bolton! Her eyes widened as the image flashed through her head. Focus, Montez, she mentally slapped herself. Equals to…14!

"Ugh!" she accidently growled out loud, earning a few stares and strange looks from people. She sent them apologetic looks and turned back to her work. The letters all seemed to form one name "Troy Bolton".

She exhaled sharply and buried her face in her hands. Troy is so hot! Gosh, his eyes are so amazing!

A loud thump from the shelf before her broke through her thoughts. She looked up. Troy had caged a tall blonde against the bookshelf, his hands all over her body; their lips were fused tightly together and the girl was moaning a little too loud. Troy opened his eyes and winked at Gabriella as his mouth traveled down to the blondes' bare neck. She giggled obnoxiously, and plunged her skeletal fingers into his silky strands.

"Last I checked, Bolton, this was a library, not a…" she trailed off, not wanting to continue; Troy smirked and pulled away from the girl, ignoring her complaints. He shooed her off, not caring about the hurt expression on her face. She glared at Gabriella, obviously blaming her for ruing her fun. Troy dropped down on the seat opposite Gabriella and rested his feet on the table, kicking Gabriella's books off the surface. She glared angrily at him, and quickly began gathering her things. Troy looked at her in amusement.

"Going somewhere?" he asked sarcastically lifting his feet off the table. Gabriella ignored him and continued stuffing her books in her book-bag. She hitched the strap up her shoulder and turned to walk away. Tory's smirk faltered when she took no notice of him, but it quickly vanished as his "ego-maniac" side took over once again. He grabbed her wrist roughly and felt her freeze at his touch. Ignoring the electric sparks shooting through his arm where his skin connected with hers, he drew her closer to him, locking his long fingers tightly around her thin wrist. She gasped when she felt his hot breath against her face. She noted the way his blue eyes softened as they trained over her face, pausing at her pink lips for a second longer than normal. He brought his cold blue eyes up and locked them with her chocolate ones; they held the gaze for a long time, neither wanting to look away. Gabriella opened her mouth to say something, when he roughly let go of her and stalked out of the library, intentionally bumping into her harshly, causing her to stumble back.

Readjusting herself, the brunette followed him out of the empty library. She made her way towards the front doors, oblivious to the light irritable drizzle outside. She marveled at the way the school looked when it was completely empty, her footsteps echoed loudly, and she could even hear her own breathing bouncing off the creamy white walls. She finally made it to her car, a little wet from the light drizzle. She sighed quietly as she pulled out of the school parking lot.

*VT*VT*VT*VT

Troy rolled over silently in his bed, wincing slightly at the shooting pain in his temple. He'd suffered the usual, this time for "humming" when his "dad" was trying to watch the game. He sighed quietly and proceeded to rubbing the side of his head as his heavy eyelids fluttered closed.

Gabriella…

His eyelids flew open and he gazed at the semi dark ceiling above him, a smile play at his dry ripped lips.

MAKE A CHANGE

"…astatine…err, radon?" the tall skinny silvery blonde, with visible brown roots, gazed down at her open palm quickly and back up at the semi-asleep class. She looked at the teacher quickly the back at her open palm. Her light, sparse brows furrowed as she raised her hand closer to her face, "Fancum… no, um…francium, radium, and, um… anti-something." She ended lamely. The auburn-haired teacher sighed and stood up from where she sat on her desk.

"Actinides" She corrected. The blonde nodded, pretending to understand, and flipped her long hair over her shoulder.

"Right" She hurried back to her seat, looking relieved. The teacher, Ms. Summers turned back to the class, looking slightly frustrated. Strands of her straight brown hair falling over her pale squared face

"Okay, can someone name me the… non-metals?" Taylor's dark hand immediately shot up, again. Gabriella giggled as she watched her friend nearly fall out of her seat; by the way she was jumping about. Ms. Summers grinned as her amused hazel eyes passed over the girl. They landed on Gabriella. "Ms. Montez," Gabriella froze and gazed at the older woman who motioned for her to come forward. Shakily, Gabriella left her seat and went to stand beside Ms. Summers. She could feel everyone's eyes on her, including the cold coral-blue. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Taylor's hand fall disappointedly onto the table, yet again. "Yes, the non-metals, in order."

Gabriella nodded and let her brain do the talking, "Boron, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, fluorine, silicon, phosphorus, sulfur, chlorine, arsenic, selenium, bromine, tellurium, iodine, and astatine."

Ms. Summers smiled and clapped quietly. "Good." Her hazel eyes landed on Troy, taking in his dreamy expression, and the smile playing at his thin lips. She stared at him in confusion. That was new. Whenever he was day-dreaming in class, he always had an unreadable expression on his stone face, and he never smiled. "Mr. Bolton?"

Troy looked up, his face turning hard once again. He glared at the teacher, the intensity of his gaze suddenly making her feel small. "Um… give me the symbols for the first twenty-five elements."

"H, He, Li, Be, B, C, N, O, F, Ne, Na, Mg, Al, Si, P, S, Cl, Ar, K, Ca, Sc, Ti, V, Cr, Mn ." He muttered boredly, watching Gabriella as she shyly made her way to her seat. The brunette gazed at him in shock. She hadn't taken him to be smart, more like average. She looked away quickly when she noticed him looking at her.

*HSM*HSM*HSM*

"I never knew that Troy was smart." Gabriella asked Taylor as the two made their way to their lockers after Chemistry. Taylor paused before answering to take a few books from her locker.

"That's what he wants everyone to think, but he really is." She turned and watched Gabriella curiously. "Why? Were you watching him?" she smiled, raising her dark brows. Gabriella blushed and stuttered,

"W-well, I-I'm new and, you know…I just want to get to know the, um, school, yeah."

"Has anyone ever told you that you suck at lying?" Gabriella's cheeks turned red and looked down.

"Yes." She admitted.

"Well, I'm of those people, 'you suck at lying'." Taylor giggled, and then her expression turned serious. "So, what do you find interesting in him?"

"Nothing!" she blurted. Taylor scoffed.

"Yeah, and Ryan can't dance. For real, Gabs. Is it his looks, his abs, his voice, his school status, his body?"

Gabriella blushed, pulling out her own books, and avoiding Taylor's suspicious gaze. She shook her head quickly racked her brain quickly to find another subject to talk about. "Um, so yesterdays Algebra homework pretty tricky, right?"

"Do not change the subject, Gabriella Montez!" Taylor warned, sharply. She leaned against the locker beside Gabriella and stared quizzically at her. "A bit, now, back to…" Taylor trailed off as the bell sounded loudly. She gave Gabriella a look that read

This is far from over, and stalked off to her next class.

Gabriella giggled as she slammed her locker shut.


A/N: I apologize for the shortness of this chapter. Review...