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EPILOUGE
Troy's kiss still burned my lips. His hands on my waste still blazed through the fabric of my sweatshirt. But it was a shame I had all of these awesome feelings on the first day back at school, the most boring time of the year.
I bit my lip, thinking back on the summer, and slowlyshut my locker. Then Iyelped when I saw Gabriella on the other side, smiling at me. She pulled me into a hug laughing. "You got me." I smiled weakly, holding my books tight against my chest.
"Is something wrong?" her brows knit together. "Because someone is definitely dressing down." she closely observedthe New Balance sneakers I had on my feet that were still a little damp from the rain. But I had worn them everyday after that day at the airport. When she didn't get an answer out of me, she continued. "But anyways, if there's something wrong with anyone, it's Troy. But I don't know what." she tapped her chin with a ball-point pen.
"Really?" I smiled. "What's been going on?"
"Well, I called him once. Then I called him again. Then he hung up on me. Can you believe that?" she asked, her eyebrows raised. She smiled playfully, her caramel-chocolate eyes flickering, "But enough about him. How was your summer? Meet any boys?"
I giggled just as the bell rang. "Just one."
"Oh! Spill!" Gabriella leaned against my locker, getting comfortable.
Suddenly, Troy came hastening down the hallway in my direction. "What are you still doing here?" he asked.
"Just talking to Sharpay..." Gabriella jumped in. Sadly, Troy ignored her, taking my hand.
"We're going to be late for Darbus' class." he pulled me down the hallway, never looking back.
"I'll fill you in on the details later." I called over my shoulder, Troy still clamped around my hand. "Tootles!" Okay, I just had to say it.
Gabriella's pissed. And everyone can tell especially by the way she's stabbing the take-out I bought specially for her. "Are... you okay?" I asked her across the lunch table, even though it was a stupid question to ask. Even Taylor knew that something was up.
Gabriella sighed and glared at me, her chocolate-caramel eyes filled with something else, and I'll tell you, it wasn't happiness. She looked about ready to stick the plastic fork that she had a death grip on up my designer jeans. If you know what I mean. "It was Troy, wasn't it?"
Duh! But I didn't say that. Instead, I silently nodded. "I swear I was going to tell you, Gabriella. It's just that..."
"And it was you who was on the other end that day, laughing. Like it was funny. What... did you go to the Hamptons with Troy or something?" she gave me a weak smile, like she was about to forgive me for how I went behind her back and swept her man off of his feet.
When I didn't answer, Taylor looked at me with wide eyes. "No. Way. Like, you and Troy... together?"
"What? No! I mean... not together. We were there at the same time, but not together. And we ended up hanging out, but not together. That wouldn't be fair." I felt my face become warm. I looked across the cafeteria to see Troy and the rest of his team looking back at me. I immediately looked down at the table.
Gabriella turned then looked back to me, a defeated look cast in her eyes. "Looks like he really likes you." she sighed. There was no other reaction.
"Yeah." I re-thought what she had said. "Yeah... he really does."
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