Troy awoke the next morning to a beep from his cell phone. He forced himself out of bed and walked the long and tiring journey to the other side of his room. The text message was of course, his daily horoscope, which read:

Watch out! Today a secret of yours will be told.

Troy sighed with disappointment. There was no way this would come true, he was always careful with who he told things to. He only told Gabriella and Chad his really big secrets, and they weren't even that big. He set the phone down and prepared for school.

He soon met up with Gabriella on the bus. He admired her long beautiful hair, and her smile that was to die for, as she sat down next to him.

"You're not mad about what I said about the horoscope thing are you?" she asked, setting her backpack on the dirty bus floor.

"No, not at all," he said, "it was a weird coincidence though."

"Yeah, very weird," she agreed, kissing her boyfriend on the cheek.

"That's it?" he joked.

"Later!" she laughed, "Right now I have to look over my chemistry notes for the test."

"Oh right," he said.

Gabriella was so dedicated to everything she did. It was sometimes scary how hopelessly in love he was with her. She even looked beautiful reading her notes for school.

Troy stared out the window, not focusing his attention on anything particular. He was just thinking, and trying to clear his mind, but it wasn't really working.

Today, he just couldn't get that horoscope out of his mind. What did it mean? Would it come true? He hoped not, but he didn't really have any big secrets to tell in the first place. Maybe . . . he was just overreacting, and he needed to forget about the horoscope. But . . . maybe the specific words meant something. He had to read it again.

Troy pulled the phone out of his pocket slowly, so Gabriella wouldn't notice.

"Troy, what are you doing?" Gabriella asked, as he was attempting to view the message again.

"Uh . . . reading a text message from Chad," he lied.

"Chad doesn't have a cell phone," she pointed out, "his mom believes the rumors about how they give you brain cancer, remember?"

"Umm . . ."

"Troy, what does the horoscope say?" she laughed.

He showed her the screen.

"Don't take it so literally," she told him, "it's not like it's going to come true."

"You're right," he realized, Gabriella was the smartest person he knew, "I'm just being stupid."

"Very," Gabriella joked, "but it's strangely cute."

Maybe he would keep reading the horoscopes just to get Gabriella to call him cute again.

As soon as Troy entered the doors of East High, a path cleared for Sharpay, who made a beeline in his direction.

"Latest gossip is that Morgan Freeman broke up with her boyfriend Luke," Sharpay informed the overwhelmed boy.

Morgan Freeman was cheerleader caption, and pretty much the most popular girl on campus. She always had the jock boyfriend, and her latest was varsity football quarterback Luke McDonald.

"And what does this have to do with me?" Troy asked with a confused expression on his face.

Gabriella stood nearby with a book at hand, but Troy knew she was listening.

"The word is that she's got her eye on you," Sharpay said, "I just had to be the first to tell you . . ."

Gabriella snapped her book shut, "But Troy is going out with me!"

Troy had never seen his girlfriend so angry before.

"Well sweetheart, that isn't quite how Morgan Freeman works," Sharpay told her in a sweet voice, "Frankly, she doesn't care."

Gabriella was really steaming, so Troy put a comforting arm around her, "Don't worry about it Gabriella."

She eased up, and looked into Troy's eyes, and thought everything would be okay.

Until Morgan Freeman herself entered the picture.

"Hi Troy!" she waved suggestively.

"Hi Morgan," Troy managed to grumble.

Morgan gave Gabriella a menacing look, which to Troy's surprise, she returned.

"So Troy . . . great job on the musical, and the basketball game," she praised him, straightening her mini skirt, and flipping back her long blond hair, "I know it's hard being a caption . . . I'm cheerleading caption you know."

"Uh . . . yeah thanks," he said.

"See you around!" she spouted, and strutted away.

"What nerve," Gabriella grunted.

Troy took her hand, and they walked down the hallway with constant whispers and eyes from their peers following them everywhere.

During lunch period, Gabriella stormed up to Troy by his locker.

"Guess what I just heard?" declared a distraught Gabriella.

"What?" Troy asked, oblivious to what was going on.

"I hear you got friendly with Morgan Freeman!"

Troy's face turned red, "Gabriella, it was a long time ago. There was a party at her house and-"

"I don't care!" she exclaimed, "why did you like her?"

"I didn't," he explained, "It was just something that happened once, long before I knew you."

Her faced changed to sadness, "How come you never mentioned it before?"

"It was just a kiss Gabriella," he told her, "nothing else."

She still hesitated, "You know I'm going to look really stupid now, right?"

"Why?"

"Because stupid Morgan is going to terrorize me because I'm going out with you," she explained, "and now she's telling everyone about the relationship you supposedly have."

"I'll talk to her," Troy decided, "I won't let her mess with you."

She smiled at Troy, coming to her rescue. She kissed him right there in the hallway, only partly to make a spectacle.

"Let them talk about that," she laughed.

Troy was surprised to see this new side of Gabriella. It was really different from her normal personality, but he still liked her . . . a lot.

If Morgan hadn't told everyone that secret, he might not have seen it. Wait . . . she told a secret of his? Only Morgan and Troy himself knew about that secret. His thoughts switched back to the horoscope:

Watch out! Today a secret of yours will be told.

The horoscope had been proven true again! Either it was a huge coincidence, or these things could predict his life. If only he hadn't seen that commercial, he wouldn't be reading horoscopes and be so paranoid. But . . . surely three horoscopes couldn't be right all in a row. And if they were, why couldn't Troy use this to his advantage?