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Chapter two

Finally, it was the day of soccer tryouts. I had just gotten to school.

" God, today's going to take forever!" I cried as I got out of the car. Dylan right behind me.

" No kidding." He said.

" Emily!" someone called. It was Ryan. I smiled and walked over.

" Hi Ryan." I said. Sharpay glared at me, good thing looks can't kill. I'd be in big trouble.

" Do you own a pair of full length pants?" she asked.

" Actually… I'm not sure." I said. Okay, I know I do, they take up like, 1/100 of my closet. I prefer shorts. Today our ever-stylish Sharpay wore a short lavender dress with jeans. Ryan had a silky red and black shirt with khaki pants.

" Musical try outs are today right?" I asked, blowing a bubble.

" They're not 'try outs' they're auditions." Sharpay snapped. I popped the bubble. Sharpay rolled her eyes.

" Emily. Come on, let's go practice." Dylan said.

" Fine." I said rolling my eyes back at Sharpay, then followed Dylan to the soccer field. Troy and Chad were there.

" Hey guys, wanna see what Emily can do?" Dylan bragged. I rolled my eyes. Ever since I learned the trick Dylan wanted to show it to anyone who would stand still long enough to watch. He pulled the ball out of his backpack and tossed it to me. I stood with my back to the goal and tossed the ball in the air, then I back flipped, kicking the ball into the goal and landed on my feet, but slipped and landed on my butt.

" Ow." I said, getting up.

" Oh crap, we're going to be late for homeroom!" Chad cried.

" Oh no." Dylan said and we started running toward the building.

The bell rang just as we burst in the door. First Dylan, then Chad, then me and finally Troy.

" Hi Miss Darbus." We all said, hurrying to our seats. Darbus just glared at us and started talking.

" Cutting it a little close now aren't we?" Ryan whispered. I stuck out my tongue. Ryan laughed.

" Miss Wilds! Mr. Evans! This is becoming a regular thing!" Darbus shouted. I blew a bubble. Darbus walked down the isle angrily. " Spit it out!" she cried, then held out her hand. I smiled and spit the gum into her hand.

" Ugh!" she cried, grabbing a piece of paper off of Chad's desk and using it to hold the gum and wipe her hand at the same time.

" Detention tonight miss Wilds! As well as you Mr. Evans! Interrupting my class has to stop!" thank god tryouts are during free period.

Ryan POV

Yeah, I was a little mad about getting a dentition, but it wasn't a big deal, I'd just be painting sets or something, which I'd be doing anyway, so no harm. Sharpay, however, was pissed.

" That little… soccer brat! How dare she! Now you have a detention! Ugh!" she had cried.

" Sharpay, its no big deal. It's just detention with Darbus." I said, trying to calm her down. She rolled her eyes and we headed to the auditorium, where the auditions were being held.

" Sharpay and Ryan!" Darbus shouted. We were first; mercifully, most of these people couldn't carry a tune if you gave them a bucket.

I hate doing love scenes with Sharpay. I know it's not really her and I, but two characters, yet, it's still disgusting. It always will be disgusting. Luckily we've perfected the art of pretending to kiss.

Then our audition was over and I was left with quite a bit of time left over. Somehow I ended up at the soccer field, in the bleachers. Gabriella and Taylor were up there. Troy and Chad had decided to try out for the team, ever since the winter musical they had been going out for new things. The boys team were almost done with their tryouts and the girls were waiting, some, including Emily, were stretching.

Yes, I think Emily's cute. Anybody would think that. She was a little on the skinny side, but average height. And she had a cute light red ponytail. Though the entire times she's been here, she's worn short. Jean shorts, black shorts, purple shorts. Shorts of all kinds, which showed off her pale legs. I decided to walk down there and talk to her.

" Hey Emily." I said smiling.

" Hi Ryan." She said chewing her bubble gum; she was obsessed with it. I looked through her backpack once; it had a ton of wrappers and packs of gum. She blew a bubble, which I proceeded to pop. She sucked it back in and stuck out her tongue. Then she smiled.

" Oh! Look at this! I finally got it last night!" she said, then fell on her knees, bending her back and bringing her head lower and lower until her stomach stuck out and her head almost touched her feet. She really was flexible. She stood back up and smiled. " What do ya think?" she asked.

" Wow." I said. She laughed and blew another bubble, then spit the gum in the grass.

" Can't chew gum when I play, I'll choke to death." She explained.

" Okay, girls you're up, first… Hornby and Wilds vs. Prescott and Campbell." (A/N I'm watching scream, one of my favorite movies of all time.)

" I'm off." Emily said, running out. Her ponytail bouncing with every step. I went back to the bleachers and sat by Gabriella and Taylor.

" Hi Ryan, let me guess. Emily Wilds' biggest fan?" Taylor asked.

" Not exactly, I think that position goes to her brother." I said, pointing to the field where Dylan stood, cheering on his sister. Taylor laughed.

" That man is insane, I'd be careful if I were you. He seems like an overprotective brother."

" He won't let her have friends?" I asked.

" If you ask me, you two look like you're more than friends." Gabriella said. I blushed.

" I-I do not-not have a-a…" I stammered, I was nervous okay?

" A crush?" Taylor giggled.

" I don't." I said. The girls just smiled. I looked back to the field. Emily was good.

" Hornby and Wilds win!"

Emily's POV

Finally tryouts were over. I hate tryouts. I love soccer more than I hate tryouts, so I was SOL. I went to take a quick shower before class. When I came out I had like, three seconds to get to class. I ran as fast as I could to class, and barely made it.

" Miss Wilds, good of you to show up." The teacher said.

" Shower, tired, running, can't breathe." I said, panting heavily. I hate running as well as tryouts. The only time I enjoy running is when I'm chasing a ball.

I'm not sure about my love for soccer. I've always loved it, and I'm good at it. I was MVP three years in a row. I mean, soccer's the only sport I can really play. I hate running, so tracks out. I can't stand still long enough for volleyball or baseball (outfield, waiting for my turn to bat all that jazz). Finally, I'm too small for football. My dad loved sports, and I felt bad I couldn't really play anything else, so I took soccer really seriously.

" Sit down."

" Okay." Four hours until detention.