Hello everyone!

Listen, I am SO SORRY for not updating sooner. But the day before I was going to update, my computer like, died. I mean, you couldn't even turn it on! So my mom just got a new one today and I am officially back on and ready to write! That's why the chapter is delayed. And I am deeply sorry for that. And on my old computer, I had the whole chapter typed up and ready to post, but I obviously couldn't. So now here I am! Luckily I wrote it down after that happened…

Also, ALMOST 100 REVIEWS!! OMG, you guys are AWESOME! Thank you so much for reviewing! And in your next review, if you could (you don't have to because I totally understand if you don't wait to), post your name because the lucky 100th reviewer will have a spot in the story! The character might not show up like in the next chapter, but I promise there will be one! And it's an important role, believe me.

One more thing, the sandwich that Troy is eating is Zac Efron's real favorite sandwich from Quizno's. I did my research. And, I OWN NOTHING, NOT EVEN THE TWINKIES.

Onto the chapter!

"I wonder how they get the icing in the middle of Twinkies?"

The boys were currently on break in the kitchen and eating lunch. And Chad being, well, himself, asked the question wile examining his Twinkie.

"Dude, I have no idea," Troy answered, taking a bite of his honey mustard chicken with bacon sandwich. "Why would you even ask?"

"Well," Chad began, "it's an important question that I've always wondered. And if you have a question, you should always ask someone about it."

"Taylor's rubbing off on him." Zeke whispered to Troy, who chuckled at his comment.

"Hey, I heard that." Chad said.

"Well, it's not such a bad thing. I mean, Gabby's taught me some things. And I guess all that Sharpay can teach you is this month's latest fashion." Troy replied.

Chad and Jason snickered as Zeke blushed in embarrasement and went back to eating his chicken sandwich with fries.

"So back to my question," Chad broke the silence after Troy's comment. "How do you get the icing into a Twinkie? Zeke, you bake, so you should know. How do they do it?"

"Well, you can't bake around the icing because it's pretty much impossible." Zeke started, knowing that Chad would think something like that. And Chad was indeed thinking that, so he looked away, a bit embarrassed. "They bake the Twinkie first and then put the icing in. If you look on the bottom of it, there's three holes where they have this machine put the icing in."

He looked at the bottom and smiled in satisfaction. "Thanks Zeke, that clears that up." He said and took a bite.

The boys rolled their eyes and started talking about the upcoming basketball season and filled Jason in on what the girls did to them at the sleepover that they crashed a couple of nights ago.

"You know, you guys should get the girls back." He said after they finished telling him.

"What do you mean?" Zeke asked.

"After what happened at Gabriella's house, you should get them back, especially you, Troy." He explained. "That way, the girls will get an idea that they shouldn't prank you anymore so they won't do it again."

The boys started at him, thinking about his plan.

"You know, that's not a bad idea." Troy said. "After the heartattack they gave me, we should get them back!"

"Yeah, that's a good idea, Jase!" Chad said.

"I'm in, how about you guys?" Troy asked.

"We're in!"

"And we'll have to tell Ryan because he'll probably want to help." Zeke put in.

"Yeah, we will. But for now here's the plan…"

While the boys were making their plans, Gabriella was in her office for her break. Since she was head lifeguard, she had her own office so she could fill out paperwork and help plan certain events without any disruptions. So now, she was working on some of her college applications to Duke, NMU, U of A, USC, and UCLA. They were similar colleges to her friends, and of course Troy, so they could stay as close to each other as possible.

She was working on these because she knew that she might not have any time any time soon or she usually fell asleep. After finishing a page on her laptop, she looked at the different pictures on her desk and smiled. One picture was of her and her mother that was taken when she was about eight or nine, another was of her kissing Troy's cheek and him smiling brightly at the camera, and another one was of the whole gang after the talent show. There were a few more on her desk, but those were probably her favorites.

Her thoughts were interrupted when someone knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Taylor walked in with her clipboard and sat down in the chair across from Gabriella.

"Hey Gabs, I just came by to schedule your water arobics class when you're available." She said.

"Oh yeah, I forgot that you were coming by about that. Let me check and see when I'm free," Gabriella replied, checking her schedule. "How about tomorrow morning from 11:00 to 11:30?"

"Okay, that sounds good." Taylor replied. "So what are you doing on your break in here? I'm just about to go clock out for mine."

Gabriella sighed. "Well, I figured that I could get my applications done because I know I probably won't anytime soon." She answered.

"I still need to do mine too, so I know how you feel," she said. "I just want to enjoy this summer and not have to worry about school, but I know that's not going to happen this summer. And the beginning of this summer didn't help a bit."

"At least you didn't have to break up with your boyfriend because he was completely blowing you off." Gabriella pointed out.

"Yeah, I know. But still, me and drama just don't mix. But drama and Sharpay, it definitely does." Taylor said and they laughed.

"Yeah, that's very true!" Gabriella agreed, still giggling.

"Well, I'm going to go check out for my break. How about we meet in the kitchen and meet up with the boys 'cause they're probably still in there eating." She said.

"Okay, I'll be out. I just have to put some stuff away real quick and I'll meet you there." Gabriella replied.

"Sounds good. I'll talk to you in a bit!" Taylor waved goodbye and left the office.

Gabriella began to pack up her computer when she heard her phone ring, signaling a text message. She got it out of her purse and looked at the text.

'Hey babe, you look really hot in that bathing suit.'

She looked at it wide-eyed. The bad part was, it was from a restricted number, so it could be anyone. Boy, did she hope that it was Troy.

There you guys go!

And just to let you guys know, the text message part gave me an idea from a recent review. Go check the reviews out if you want to know who it's from. But if you don't want to, you MIGHT find out in the next chapter. I still need to write it. : )

So, say, 5 to 10 reviews for the next chapter. And remember what I said about the 100th reviewer! : ) Thanks again guys! You ROCK!

Abbey xo