We Are All In This Together
By Yours Truly CallmeMaddy
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: Disclaimers are so overrated...
A/N: HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL IS GETTING A SEQUEL! It's coming out January 19, 2007. And all the original cast is coming back...that's all I know.
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Chapter 3
Taylor looked at her sheet, Room 102, Butler Hall. Wherever Butler Hall was...
Chad, her boyfriend, came up, "Need some help?"
"Yeah, know where Butler Hall is? I'm dying to get some rest," Taylor answered.
"I've got a map!"
Chad told her.
"Let me see!" Taylor tried to grab the map but
Chad was too tall.
"There's a price for the map!" He teased.
"Fine. What?"
Taylor asked.
"Oh. A kiss," Chad asked.
She gave him a peck on
the cheek, "Map?"
He handed it over.
Once Taylor and Chad
found the room (an Hour later WITH the map...), they found Taylor's
new roommate.
"Hi, I'm Quinn Pensky, future Einstein and Mrs.
Mark Delfiggalo," Quinn introduced herself.
Chad looked at Taylor,
"Is Einstein the guy with the funny hair?"
Taylor slapped her
forehead, "That's Chad, my boyfriend...don't mind him. He's an
idiot."
Quinn giggled, "That's a nice thing to say about your
boyfriend."
"She's right! I like her Taylor!" Chad agreed.
"Would you like me to iron your underwear?" Quinn asked, randomly.
"Excuse me?" Taylor
asked.
"Can I have your toe nail for study of molecular
contact?" Quinn asked.
"What?" Chad
asked.
Someone came on the TV. "Quinn! Don't be weird!" It was
Zoey.
"How'd she do that?" Chad asked.
"Quinn invented a two way TV Camera thing..." Zoey answered.
Taylor looked impressed.
"Quinn, some guy
wants to know if you finished your Banapple tree yet..." It was
Vicki, a girl that lived down the hall.
"Nope, still a toxic
dangerous acid..." Quinn answered.
"Banapple Tree?" Chad asked.
"Yes, I am trying to combine the molecular structures of Apples and Bananas to create the ultimate fruit!" Quinn told him.
Chad looked scared.
Taylor looked even more
impressed. She took out a business card, "If you ever think about
joining our school's scholastic decathlon team, here's my
card."
"You're inviting her to the team?" Chad asked
confused, "But she's weird!"
"Quinn, correct? What's your
GPA?" Taylor asked.
"5.0," Quinn answered quickly.
"How do you get a 5.0
if the high--" Chad asked.
"AP courses, duh! Are you
interested?" Taylor recruited.
"YES!" Quinn agreed
right away.
"Good. Now, we are unstoppable!" Taylor said,
excited, "Meeting are--"
"Room 204. 3-5 after school. Monday
thru Thursday," Quinn answered.
Taylor was impressed.
"We are so going to win the gold!"
"The gold?" Chad asked.
"Yes, national
competition. We are a finalist!" Taylor filled him in.
"Yeah...I'll
stick to basketball..." Chad remarked. Taylor rolled her eyes.
--
"Room 708!" Lola yelled, when she found her new room, "God, I can't believe they stuck me on the 7th floor, away from the rest of my friends..."
She opened the door. The knob was greasy, like someone had just opened it after eating a bunch of potato chips. No, it wasn't Michael.
"Hello!" Came a
bubbly voice, sounding like Nicole's, but definitely not.
"Hi?
Are you my new roommate?" Lola asked.
"Sharpay Evans. Star of the school's spring musical. I am clearly a shoe-in!" She spilled out.
That was not a good thing to say to Lola. ASPIRING ACTRESS LOLA!
"Well, how do you you'll get the part?" Lola quizzed.
"Because, I'm the best. I'm ALWAYS the best!" Sharpay said, sure of herself.
"I act and I'm pretty good. I'm always the star of our plays!" Lola bragged.
Sharpay let out a laugh.
"What is that suppose to mean?" Lola asked, offended.
"Sorry," Sharpay said (Not sincerely) "It's just that, well, you're not cut out for the business!"
"What? How would you know?" Lola spat.
"Trust me, I always know," Sharpay answered.
"You've never even heard me!" Lola defended.
"Trust me, with that face and that hair, you won't get anywhere..." Sharpay told her, unaware of how indecorous she was acting.
Lola's mouth dropped,
"You...BITCH!"
"And with that mouth," Sharpay added.
"I happen to have won a scholarship to the best summer drama program in England!" Lola explained.
"Then the Brits must be really stupid (A/N: I love England!)," Sharpay shot back.
"At least I can spell stupid!" Lola remarked.
"Then you should be
an English teacher. Not an actress," Sharpay told her, "If you
try out, you'll be crushed by me."
"Is that suppose to be a
threat?" Lola asked.
"Mmm-hmm. Trust me, sweetie, you don't want to try out..." Sharpay repeated.
"I AM trying out. And
you can't stop me from getting the part--"
"You're right. They
would even consider you with those split-ends!" Sharpay
interrupted.
"This is going to be a long year..." Lola glared.
How are they going to survive each other as roommates?"
--
After the whole Logan was jealous incident, Chase, Michael, and Nicole quietly left the room. (A/N: Nope, you don't see Dana's reaction this chapter. MAYBE next chapter...)
"That was..." Michael started.
"ODD!" Nicole finished.
Chase looked at his watch, "Opps. Gotta go guys, meeting Kelsi."
Michael rolled his
eyes, "You like her."
"But Zoey'll be jealous!" Nicole
blurted out, "Opps. No one heard that."
Chase looked at Nicole weirdly. Michael raised an eyebrow.
"She doesn't like you
like that!" Nicole covered for herself.
Michael rolled his
eyes.
"Anyway...I have to meet Kelsi about the play. And don't
like her. I've never even met her in person. At least, I don't think
I like her..." Chase answered.
Michael and Nicole
stared at him with looks that said: "OMG! You are getting over Zoey
and now like this new girl..."
"I gotta go!" Chase ran off.
Michael commented on Nicole's lying skills about Zoey liking Chase, "You are such a bad liar!"
"Do you think Chase
noticed?" Nicole asked, "Zoey's going to kill me for
telling!"
"Relax, Chase is so dense he wouldn't notice if you
flashed a neon sign in front of his face..." Michael assured her.
Nicole giggled.
"Mi-KAY-L!" It was Ollie in his weird accent.
"Let's go," Michael told Nicole.
A/N: He he. What am I do to you all? Chase getting over Zoey?And now Zoey likes him? All I can say is what couples do I love to write and keep reading. That's your hint.
