Unfortunately, someone you know will get hurt today.

Troy stared back at the day's horoscope with . . . well, horror. Two horoscopes had already come true, so undoubtedly, this one would too. He shivered, remembering how he thought these things would be harmless. He squeezed his eyes shut tight, and hoped with all his might that this one would not come true.

Troy was already in homeroom when he read the horoscope, so he quickly put away his phone to avoid confrontation with Mrs. Darbus.

"Hey Troy," Chad said, taking the seat behind him.

"Hey," Troy answered, as they sat there to wait for the bell.

"I've been meaning to talk to you," Chad informed him, propping his feet up on the desk.

"About Teletubbies?" Troy asked, smirking.

"No! Not about that," Chad whispered strongly, "about the whole Morgan thing."

"Oh, what about it?" Troy asked, clearly uninterested.

"I don't know . . . it's not fair I guess."

"Why?"

"Because you already have Gabriella and now Morgan is after you," Chad explained.

"Jealous?"

"No . . . well yes," Chad admitted, "I thought Morgan and I clicked in chemistry class, so I kind of thought that I had a chance."

"Sorry man," Troy said, "If you want a girl, there is always still Taylor."

Chad made a face and glanced in Taylor's direction, "I was way wrong about that one."

"Well, you can have Morgan," Troy told him, looking across the room at the cheerleaders.

Morgan was obviously watching him, and waved.

Great, Troy thought. He hoped that Chad could maybe get her off his back.

"You should ask her out," Troy suggested.

"Dude, she's totally drooling over you," Chad noticed solemnly.

"Do me a favor . . . PLEASE ask her out so she'll leave me alone and Gabriella won't be mad anymore," Troy begged.

"Fine," Chad agreed.

"Mr. Dansforth . . . detention! This is not your living room!" Mrs. Darbus exclaimed, entering the room as the bell rang.

Chad slid his legs off the desk, and his face turned bright red.

During free period, Chad ran up to Troy looking distraught.

"Man, I've been having the worst day ever," Chad told him, tripping over his untied shoelace.

"I can see," Troy laughed.

"It's not funny," Chad protested, "With luck like this there is no way I can ask out Morgan."

"Oh yes you can! Who knows, maybe your luck will change," Troy told him.

"Maybe," Chad said doubtfully, "maybe I should read those horoscope things to see what unlucky things my life has in store for me."

"I don't even read those things anymore," Troy lied, "and look, Morgan is looking at you."

"No, she's staring at you," Chad said, rolling his eyes.

"It's now or never," Troy said, pushing his friend forward.

Chad grunted in protest, but walked toward Morgan anyway. Troy looked on to see her reaction. Chad was talking fast, and she actually smiled. But it was when Chad's face fell that Troy knew her answer. Chad sulked back over to Troy.

"It's a no," Chad said, "But she told me to say hi to you."

"Sorry," Troy answered, almost as disappointed as Chad.

"Sorry? You made me look like an idiot!" Chad yelled, "But no, Troy Bolton gets whatever he wants and he doesn't even know what's it's like to be hurt emotionally!"

Chad stalked off and left Troy standing there.

"What's wrong?" Gabriella asked as she met up with Troy.

Unfortunately, someone you know will get hurt today.

"Gabriella, you're going to think I'm crazy, but another horoscope came true," Troy informed her.

"Calm down," she told him, wrapping her arms around him in a hug.

"I can't! It's getting scary Gabriella!" he said, "And I'm afraid something bad is going to happen."

"Nothing is going to happen," Gabriella tried to convince him, "just don't read them anymore."

"That's harder than it sounds," he admitted.

"I thought Troy Bolton was fearless," she declared.

"Obviously Troy Bolton is a superstitious horoscope believer," he pouted.

Gabriella laughed and smiled, "Cheer up; you're so cute like that!"

Troy smiled too, "You're always cute."

The next day Troy was faced with a decision: once and for all, forget about that horoscopes, or read it.

As much as he tried to resist, he had to read that day's horoscope. Horoscopes were making old friends come back, making obsessive girls have crushes on him, and making his best friend mad at him. And yet, he needed to read it.

He turned on his cell phone, and opened the new text message. As he read it, the phone fell out of his hands, and he started to shake. The horoscope would haunt him effortlessly. It read:

A death is just around the corner.