A/N: Ok, this is only 1/2 the story, I couldnt get the rest in there. I have been soo busy with school, classes, and I just turned 13 so, a lot of parties. ENJOY AND REVIEW.

Disclamer: I am just a fan, a loving fan. But, I wish to own ZAC efron, MITCHEL musso, and CODY liney. Ahh the dreams a girl can have.

The rest of Gabi's trip had been absolutely wonderful. Now, she was walking towards East High, eager to become 'freaky pretty math genius girl'.

Lets see clears throat first period/homeroom Mrs. Darbus? Sounds dramatic.

(Troy's POV)

I could have sworn I say Gabriella err… Gabi walking the "wildcat" halls. But could it be? I've thought about her at least 10 times a day wanting to call her and kiss her-on the lips- but, me being Mr. Chicken, well chickened out.

An ear piercing shrill scream came from… somewhere, and no it wasn't the warning bell to get to class, it was Sharpay Evans. Tell me this, who names their daughter after a hideous (A/N: no offence) dog?

"Ewmygawd TROY, you look great! Who knew one week at a beach could give you such a stunning tan?" Sharpay pranced around me. Who wouldn't, I am good eye candy (so I am told)!

"Ummm, hi Sharpay, have a good break?" I asked, being my polite self asked. Now, the bell really did go off, sending us and other students scurrying in a million different directions. "Well, uh, I should get to class." I said walking off to Mrs. Darbus's class and hoping to get away from her for a while.

Sharpay left there dumbfounded, he might not like me now, but I'll get him even if there rumor of that new chic who has the hots, I'll get him. She thought, evilly

Meanwhile, Gabi was getting lost in the crowd, "Hello?! –excuse me, can you?" She was frantically asking different people passing her. "O thank goodness, a map," she murmured. Jezz, I feel stupid, the room was right next to me the whole time. And these people call me smart. Gabi was already feeling lost and confused. Once she walked inside, she saw a older lady with outrageous clothes, apparently Mrs. Darbus.

"Who are you?" Mrs. Darbus purred.

"G-Gabriella Montez ma'am. I just moved here, the principle told me to g-give you this." Gabi stuttered, this lady was scary! She handed her her information (A/N: Like, in the movie, when they are in the classroom, you notice where she enters, she gives a white slip to Mrs. Darbus)

"Well, alright, take a seat behind someone." Mrs. Darbus waved her off. Suddenly the bell sent a shrill announcement to the students and teachers class was starting. Just as it finished, Gabi was in her seat and Troy walked in, huffing and puffing in the doorway.

"Sorry I am," Troy checked his watch, "less that 10 seconds late Mrs. Darbus. I was saving a cat in a tree…?" He trailed off, his lie not getting him anywhere.

"So nice of you to join us, please cut the sappy excuse and take you seat." Darbus scoffed.

Sir yes sir! Troy thought in his head, but then when he was making his way to his seat, he saw her. That girl from the beach, Gabriella. No! It couldn't be, but wait, could it? She never told me where she lived, my dad interrupted. He was thinking as Mrs. Darbus moaned on about something. Not thinking he dialed Gabi's number forgetting he was at school, he had to see if that was really perfect-girl. Gabi's ringer went off as she scrambles to get it in her bag.

"Ah, the sweet smell of... Zeke's apple Pie" (A/N: Only she know he cooks, I don't know why, though I should, I mean I'm writing the darn thing!) She takes the can and starts going up and down the rows. She takes Sharpay and Ryan's phones, they look in digust. She sees Gabi leaning over, looking down at her phone, she goes over to her and looks expectantly. She clears her throt and nods towards the can. Reading her mind, Gabi puts the phone in the can. Finally, Troy tries to put the phone away, but she quickly walked up to him. "Detention to those whos phones are in the bucket."

The bell rang, signaling the end of homeroom. Thank gosh. Troy said, walking out the classroom, waiting for hopefully Gabi.

A/N: There, chapter done! Review. Review. Review. Did I say review? Thanks!