I'm baaaaack!! I didn't really know what to write about for this chapter, but I roughed it, and I really hope it turned out okay.
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I pull on the over-sized East High sweatshirt and adjust it around my hips. I pull my hair into a messy ponytail and examine my reflection in the mirror. My hair is a mess, my sweatshirt, well, Troy's sweatshirt actually, and I'm not wearing any makeup. On top of that, Olivia hasn't talked to me since last night, and people keep calling my cell and asking me where they can get a copy of the pictures.
"Gabi! Troy's here!" Mama calls from downstairs. I mumble 'okay' and gather up my brown messenger bag adorned with band buttons. I walk down the stairs and smile wearily at my mom.
"Where's Olivia?" I've refrained from calling her Livy, because she's decided that she doesn't want to be my sister any more.
"She already left with Ryan," Mama said. I can't help but smile a little. Even though I'm really pissed off at her, I'm kind of glad she's getting close to Ryan; I know how long she's liked him.
"Bye," I call over my shoulder as I walk down the steps to Troy's car. I climb in and he smiles at me. I smile a little back, but not because I want to.
"Hey," he says, pecking my lips and pulling out of my driveway.
"Hi," I reply in a small voice, looking out the window. We're driving past East Elementary School, and there are a bunch of little kids running around the playground, carefree. I wish my life was like that. I wish I didn't have any cares or any problems in the world; nothing to worry about.
I'm pulled out of my reverie by Troy's warm hand on mine. "It'll be alright," he says, glancing between me and the road. I nod wearily, trying to make myself agree with him, but somehow, I'm not so sure.
I have the sad misfortune of not living far away from the high school. We go south down my road, take a right, and your on the main road. We go by East Elementary, East Middle, the daycare center, the police station, the fire station, the general store, the pizza parlor, ice cream parlor, the park, and finally, East High is on the end of the street with the parenting building right behind it, which thankfully, I haven't had the pleasure of entering.
We pull up to East High, the tall building surrounded with teenagers, all huddled in different groups. From the car, I can see my group of friends, the gang, and they're making their way over to Troy's car, thankfully. Troy takes my bag from me as we get out and make our way over to our friends who are across the parking lot.
"Hey," Sharpay says, pulling my into a hug. Her sequined top scratches my wrists as I reach up to hug her back. She's wearing an off the shoulder hot pink, ivory, and orange shirt, hot pink skinny jeans and orange pumps. Her wavy blond hair is tied into a side ponytail and being held by an orange elastic. She does look good. But I can't think about that right now, I have my own problems to think about.
"Hey, Shar," I reply after spitting out the lock of blond hair from my mouth.
"How're ya doin'?" she asks, clasping her hands in front of her.
"I'm alright, aside from the fact that everyone knows what I look like naked and that my only sister won't talk to me," I say sarcastically. I feel Troy's arm snake itself around my waist as I lean into him, thankful for his touch.
"Ready?" he whispers in my ear. I sigh and nod. I have to do it sometime, so why not now? We walk up the steps to the double doors, and all of the chatter around us stops. I avert my gaze from all of the people staring at me, and stare straight ahead. Troy's arm is still around me, and Sharpay is on my other side, with the rest of my group behind me.
"Slut!" someone shouts. Troy's arm tightens around me, and I can see Sharpay clench her jaw next to me. I rub my hand on Troy's shest to calm him down, and it seems to work.
"Ignore them," I whisper to Troy. He nods, and we keep walking.
"So, Bolton, I see you've stuck with your slut of a girlfriend," comes a chilling voice from behind us. We turn around and Trace Vanderwicz, captain of the soccer team, uber sexy sex god, according to the other East High girls.
"Get outta here, Vanderwicz," Troy sneers, his jaw clenching and unclenching.
"Oops, sorry, was I interrupting your little hoebag's strip tease?" Jeez, he's brutal. By now, Troy's biting the inside of his cheek, and his fists are tightening. I, mylsef am biting my lip, trying not to let his insults get to me.
"I said, get out of here," Troy says, his voice rising. Trace cowers back in mock fear.
"Ooh, I'm so scared. What're you gonna do? Send your dumb ass blond bitch after me?" he asks, referring to Sharpay. Sharpay gasps, and hold her hand to her mouth. Her eyes narrow and her jaw clenches. She walks right up to him and gets all up in his face.
"Listen here, Vander-watsit, I don't like the fact that you're running around bitching on me and my friends," Sharpay says, her voice dripping. I see Trace flinch a little, but he regains his composure and goes right back to looking really intimidating. His eyes flash to me, and I cower away, clinging onto Troy.
"What're you gonna do, Evans? Scratch me with your fingernails? Bite me with your fake teeth? Send your gay brother on me?" Trace mocks. Sharpay snaps. She swings her fist back and punches Trace square in the nose. I gasp and look up at Troy, who's equally gob smacked. Trace falls to the ground, his hand over his nose. Sharpay brushes herself off, and examines her fingers. She gasps.
"Uh oh, I broke a nail! Ryan! Get me my pink nail file!" Ryan runs over and hands her the pink stick. She scoffs and holds it away from her.
"Not the hot pink one, the soft pink one!" she commands. Ryan nods and hands her the softer colored nail file. Sharpay smiles and starts doing her nails, oblivious to the fact that all of us are staring at her, looks of shock on all of our faces. She looks up.
"What? He pissed me off," she says. We all nod and pick our jaws up off the floor and continue to our lockers, which all happen to be in the same hallway. I walk up to mine, which is next to Chad's, and start rummaging for my Chem book. After pulling out a lot of different crumpled papers, I finally find it, wedged in between the shelf and the back wall of my locker. I sigh and slam my locker, sinking odnw to the ground.
"Hey, Gabsi," Chad says, kneeling down next to me. He's called me Gabsi ever since we were thirteen, and he decided to make up a random nickname for me. Don't ask me why, he's Chad.
"Hi Fluffy," I reply, a small smile gracing my face as his nickname falls from my lips. He had insisted that I make up a nickname for him, so I decided on Fluffy because I couldn't think of anything else.
"How're ya doin'?" he asks. I shrug.
"Okay," I say, trying not to lie to him. He's like my big brother.
"Hope you feel better," he says, patting my back and helping me up. I swear, it is so hard to hold a conversation with that boy; I have no clue how Taylor puts up with him.
"Will Gabriella Montez, Troy Bolton, and Olivia Montez please report to the guidance office immediately," came a voice over the intercom. I groan. This is not going to end well. I see Troy walking toward me with my bag still in his hand and an irritated look on his face.
His arm snakes itself around my waist. "I guess we'd better get going," he says, his voice graced with a tinge of annoyance. I nod and walk with him down the hallway. We take a turn, but freeze in our tracks.
All over the lockers are blown up pictures of my nude self, in all of it's glory.
DUN DUN DUN! Sorry about not that much fluff and stuff, but I needed to get in the part about Trace coming up to them and harrassing them. And I'm also sorry if the ending was kind of abrupt.
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