There were a lot of different opinions on this chapter, and especially from loveRHINO and I quote:

HOLY CRAP! DUDE WHAT THE FUK!

I don't know if that was a good 'what the fuk' or a bad one.

Anywayz, Gabriella has pulled ahead by... a lot, so if you really, truly want Sharpay to be the mystery girl, then VOTE!

"We win!" Chad raises his hand to Jason for a high-five, but Jason just turns away. Why would anyone celebrate their team captain being forced to hook up with their crush? All I have to say is this is all Troy's fault, and if he wasn't such a... guy he wouldn't have been caught.

Candace rolls off of Troy with a smirk, leaving her bloomers on the ground. Troy had gone through all of that just to end up with humiliation and mortification. The throbbing in his head grows as he stands up and wipes his moisthands on his jeans.

"Ew! Man, that's gross!" Chad laughs covering his mouth as Candace squeezes past him to unboard the bus. When she had finally leaves, Chad pounces. "Wait 'till we tell the guys that we won the bet!" he cheers.

"But you didn't." Troy says softly. "And stop yelling. My head is killing me."

"After all that liquor you downed, that doesn't surprise me." Jason shakes his head in disapproval. "And what do you mean we didn't win the bet? We saw you with your hands up her pants." he rolls his eyes.

"The deal was that I had to sleep with a girl. And I'm so under the influence, this hardly counts." Troy rubs his red eyes. "She said that I'm 'tipsy'... whatever that means." he stumbles towards the front of the bus to his friends.

"It means you've had enough to drink that you're still aware of your thoughts and actions. But you still manage to make an ass of yourself." Chad braces Troy's back and helps him off the bus, before he falls on his face or something.

"Yeah, whatever." Troy hates being helped. He shakes away from Chad and Jason. "And quit touching me! If this leaks out to the rest of the team..."

"Don't worry, captain..." Chad gives Troy a sly grin, "You can trust us... maybe."

"I swear, Troy, if you don't close out on Chad, you will not be playing in the game this afternoon!" An empty Gatorade bottle hits Troy in the back.

Troy refrains from telling his dad that he really didn't want to play that afternoon. Just a few more games away from the championships, and Troy had ruined everything for himself. His head is still pounding and he can't focus after Chad left him hanging like that the night before. Playing basketball with a hangover sucks.

"Oh, my God, Troy!" Coach drops his whistle in defeat. "Get off! Get off my court, now!"

Poor, poor Troy. One cheerleader, one basketball player, one bet, and seven shots of liquor have screwed with Troy's leadership.

"I can't believe I've made it this far without dying." Chad sighs as the team leaves the locker room. The sun was just reaching its highest point in the sky. "I really want to go back to sleep."

"You thought you were going to die?" Zeke laughs. "At least Visitor's Day is coming up." he shrugs.

"The last person I want to see right now is my mom." Troy rolls his eyes. The only reason he doesn't explain why is because he knows that his mother would end up arguing with his dad about leaving him on the bench and going on to victory without him. "Do you guys think West High is going to be at our game against North End?" Troy winces.

"Candace wouldn't miss it for the world." Chad laughs. "I mean, after what happened last night..."

Troy elbows Chad in the stomach just as they turn to Hail Hall. "I said to shut up about that."

"What? What happened?" Zeke laughs before he even knows what's going on. As silence fills the morning air, Zeke comes up with his own answer. "Did we win? We won the bet, didn't we?" he tilts his head back and cheers to the grey sky.

"No, you didn't." Troy snaps. "But you got close enough. I'm not losing, I promise you."

Okay, I think I'm going to reveal this girl in the next chapter, hence the whole "Visitor's Day" thing... so VOTE. I'm serious. Seriously, vote!