Just One Song Changed Both of Their Lives Chapter 3: Smart Talking, a high school musical fanfic

Previously

"What are you doing talking to that whore?" Sharpay muttered to Troy.

Troy did a double-take, while Gabriella just looked at the floor, and then said, "Um, I have to get to class," and ran off.

"Hey, Troy!" Chad said with the rest of the baksetball guys, before Sharpay had another chance to fit another word in. And Troy was gone with his basetball guys to the gym for free period.

Chad's POV:

Oh god. As you should all know, I'm not a musical person. So you're probably wondering why I'm "Oh godding." Well, let's see. Troy enters the gym with a CD, take a guess. Here we go...

End of Chad's POV

a/n: I'v never like to read song lyrics, but to keep the tradition on, here's the lyrics that you've probably seen/read a dozen times already.

Coach said to fake right
And break left
Watch out for the pick
And keep an eye on defense
Gotta run the give and go
And take the ball to the hole
But don't be afraid
To shoot the outside "J"

Just keep ya head in the game
Just keep ya head in the game

And don't be afraid
To shoot the outside "J"
Just keep ya head in the game

U gotta
Get'cha get'cha head in the game
We gotta
Get our, get our, get our, get our head in the game

U gotta

Get'cha get'cha head in the game
We gotta
Get our, get our, get our, get our head in the game

Let's make sure
That we get the rebound
'Cause when we get it
Then the crowd will go wild
A second chance
Gotta grab it and go
Maybe this time
We'll hit the right notes

Wait a minute
It's not the time or place
Wait a minute
Get my head in the game
Wait a minute
Get my head in the game
Wait a minute
Wait a minute

I gotta
Get my, get my head in the game
You gotta
Get'cha, get'cha, get'cha, get'cha head in the game

Why am I feeling so wrong
My head's in the game
But my heart's in the song
She makes this feel so right

(SPOKEN)
Should I got for it
Better shake this, yikes!

I gotta
Get my, get my head in the game
You gotta
Get'cha, get'cha, get'cha, get'cha head in the game

----Coach Bolton enters the gym----

I gotta
Get my, get my head in the game
You gotta
Get'cha, get'cha, get'cha, get'cha head in the game

"Wow, you guys are good," Coach said, "Maybe you should start a glee club."

Chad thinks double, and starts to talk with Troy and the rest of the team about it.

Coach rolls his eyes, "I was being sarcastic."

"Oh."

As Gabriella is copying a math equation off the board, Sharpay stands in front of her blocking her view.

Gabriella continues to copy the equations, as if she could see through Sharpay or if Sharpay wasn't there.

Sharpay coughed loudly.

Gabriella looked up the blonde, and so did everyone else in the class.

"Hi...Can you move please," Gabriella said politely.

"No, I can't."

Gabriella blinked, and shrugged.

"Okay," she said moving down a seat.

"Excuse me," Sharpay said with attitude moving a step to her right.

Gabriella blinked again, and said slowly, "I thought you said you couldn't move..."

Everyone laughed.

Sharpay glared at the students, and they immediately shut up.

Then shifted her gaze to Gabriella.

"Stay away from my Troy," Sharpay threatened.

"Hm, he never told me he had a girlfriend..." Gabriella thought back.

"Well I'm not exactly his girlfriend, but---" Sharpay blushed.

Bell rings.

"---You just don't want me to be his girlfriend," Gabriella finished as she tossed her books into her blue bag.

"Yeah..." Sharpay nodded in agreement.

"It's not my decision of who he likes, deal with it."

Troy walks over to the Drama Board, looks around and grabs a musical audition flyer. He walks away reading it, stands in the middle of the hallway, not moving, staring at the flyer, then tares it into four pieces. Stands still –still in the middle of the hallway- with his head slightly tilted as if he was thinking.

Then turns around and walks back to the Drama Board for another flyer, while passing by the garbage can throwing the four pieces into the trash. He takes the flyer quickly and walks down the hall, but sees Chad, and tares his third flyer –including the flyer that was given to him when he was with Gabriella- and smacks his palm against his forehead.

He takes one more flyer and walks off to his locker.

Ryan takes a flyer and looks over it, to see if there was a spelling error or something. He sees Sharpay pass by from the corner of his eye, and jogs to catch up with her in the computer lab. He taps her on the shoulder and Sharpay spins around, her hand slapping Ryan's face.

"What do you want?" she said with annoyance, turning back to face the computer where she was searching Gabriella Montez's history.

"An Einstein-ette..." Ryan said ignoring her question.

"What do you want?" she repeated.

Ryan grabbed a chair and sat next to his twin, "I saw Troy take three audition flyers."

"Why'd he take three?" Sharpay saked confused.

"He tore two of them."

"Why'd he do that?" Sharpay said.

"How should I know?" Ryan shot at her.

Sharpay drummed her long fingernails on the table as she read the article.

"So what's up with this...Gabriella Montez?" Ryan read off the screen.

"Why would you care?" Sharpay shot at him.

"You really like the word 'why' today," Ryan muttered.

Sharpay turned to look at him.

"Sorry, so what's up with Einstein-ette?" Ryan said.

"Was talking to Troy," Sharpay said glaring at Gabriella's face that had formed in her mind.

"And glaring at the computer screen would do what?"

"Shut up."

"Well sor-ry, but are you gonna hunt down every girl that talks to Troy?"

"...Probably, but for now, not yet. Right now, I need this Gabriella out of my hair," Sharpay said.

"How?"

"You'll see at detention," Sharpay said lowering her voice as she said the last two words.

Credits for the Basketball scene! To guesswhat-ihearthsm, who I think is barikaandzac now for the glee club idea. And Veronica for Chad's POV.