Chapter two

A/N- Just a fair warning. It's not my best work. I was kind of out of it when I wrote this, but I hope you like it.

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"Shar, you about ready?" Called Charlie from the bottom of the staircase. Sharpay, tripping along the way, finally made it downstairs, books in hand.

"Here dad. So uh...when's my truck getting here?" She asked, just as she heard the rumble of an old Chevy pull into the driveway. She smiled. "Nevermind then."

"You seem in a good mood for your first day of school." Charlie mentioned as they made their way outside.

Sharpay just smiled, trying to put on her best face. Truth was that she really wasn't ready for this. None of it. It had came too soon for her liking. "I'm excited for school. Honestly." Charlie, as always, bought it.

"Well I'm glad. Now there's Jacob and Billy now."

"Okay." They stepped outside. Sharpay looked ahead. It was drizzling, clouds covering the once bright sky that she used to know. She sighed. She was going to miss the sun.

Jacob stepped forward, his arm outstretched. "Hey, I'm Jake."

"I know. I'm Sharpay." She smiled, shaking his hand. She then observed the older looking man in the wheelchair next to Jacob. She instantly remembered him. "Hi Billy. I haven't seen you in a long time." She smiled again, shaking his hand also.

"It's good to see you Sharpay. You ready for the truck?" He motioned to the worn and old Chevy. "It's not very new and it's not very fast but it'll get the job done."

"I love it. I like the rustic charm." She smiled, actually meaning it this time.

"Great. Well I guess you're off then?" Charlie asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"I guess so. Bye Billy and Jake. Bye dad." She gave one last wave before heading off to school.

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The school was easy to find in such a small town. There wasn't a lot going on in this town. Sharpay quickly got her stuff including her schedule, locker, and a few odd glares from varies students wondering who the new girl was. After checking out her locker and getting a quick tour of the school she was sent to her first class of the day. Art History.

She made her way into the classroom, the door closing loudly behind her causing several heads to shoot up. She blushed and made her way to the teacher. "Hi, I'm new here and-"

"Oh, Sharpay right?"

"Yes."

"Okay, take a seat right there if you would." He instructed, pointing to the seat next to a Latino girl, writing notes furiously in her notebook. She smiled at the teacher, nodding and took her seat.

After the teacher had finished his lecture, the girl next to her turned, smiling brightly. "Hi, I'm Gabriella."

"Sharpay, but I go by Shar."

"Where are you new from?" She asked politely.

"Phoenix. I just moved here to live with my dad."

"Oh, cool. Do you like it here?" She asked, trying to make small talk.

Sharpay shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She hated being quizzed, especially by someone she didn't know. "It's...rainy."

Gabriella laughed, her long brown curls bouncing. "Yeah, you'll get use to it. Don't fear."

"Thanks."

"So, what class do you have next?"

"Um..." She paused, looking back to her schedule. "Trig, then lunch, then biology."

"Cool, you have lunch a Trig with me. You can sit with us at lunch. If you want."

She nodded, smiling. That actually sounded pretty good. It was better than sitting alone for lunch. "Sure, thanks."

"Not a problem."

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"So, this is out cafe." Gabriella motioned as she and Sharpay walked into the lunch room. There were kids laughing and talking throughout. It seemed like every other high school under the sun...or in this case, under the clouds.

The girls quickly took their seats after getting food, taking and giggling at jokes. "Taylor, Kelsi, this is Sharpay." She introduced.

They both gave a quick hello, but only Taylor smiled. She took this as my chance to look around a bit. Every table looked the same, kids talking and chatting away, except for one.

They sat three boys and two girls, looking to the walls, avoiding each others gaze. They weren't talking, laughing, or even looking at each other. They were all pale with what looked like bags under their eyes, as if they hadn't slept in days. One of the girls looked as if she could easily be a model. Her dark black straight hair reaching her back. The other girl was just as beautiful, long blonde hair and long legs with curves. Anyone would be jealous of these two girls, and she knew she was. The biggest guy, touch looking, strong, and gorgeous. He looked like the oldest. One of the other guys was blonde, blue eyes and sweet and innocent looking. The one, that seemed to be the youngest, and the most beautiful to her, had short brown hair, and incredible blue eyes. She let her eyes rest on him the longest before finally breaking from her stare and looking back at the group of girls at the table.

"Hey Gabriella?" Sharpay asked, the first time since the lunch period had started.

Gabriella looked a little surprised, and failed to hide it. "Yeah?"

"Who are they?" She asked, pointing to the table full of model like people.

"Oh them?" She repeated in realization and took a deep breath. "Those are the Bolton's and Haynes. You see, the big one that's Tom. The one with brown hair, that's Troy. And the dark haired girl is Kristen. They're the Bolton's. The blonde guy is Ryan, and the blonde girl's Allison. They're the Haynes. (I just changed the names I mean it's a little different but the same.) Coach Bolton, who works as the basketball coach here, adopted them. I don't even know why he works here I mean he's like rich. Apparently he was like a doctor or something now he's just a coach. He and his wife adopted them like all together. But they're all together I mean like together, together. Tom and Allison, Ryan and Kristen. I mean, they live together."

"What about the other guy...um...Troy right?" She asked curiously.

"Right. Well, he doesn't date. Apparently no girl here is beautiful enough for him." She stated, her voice bitter. Sharpay bit her lip from laughing. Obviously Gabriella had been rejected as some point by the gorgeous brunette with blue eyes.

Sharpay looked back over towards their table, almost as if observing them. None of them were looking her way, so she continues to keep her gaze. It was a while before she realized that the blue eyed boy, Troy, had looked up. His eyes locked on hers, holding her gaze.

She tried to look away, but there was something so intense about his eyes and his features that made it hard. Finally she broke the gaze, looking down to her tray trying to hide the blush rising to her cheeks.

She looked up when she heard Gabriella giggling. "Troy Bolton's starring at you." She observed, pointing over Sharpay's shoulder.

She turned around again and he was still looking at her. She quickly looked away this time, not wanting to get caught up in whatever spelll he had held on her before.

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Sharpay walked into her third period class, looking down at her schedule. She figured it was the safest place to look. Ever since lunch she'd been way too embarrassed to look back at the handsome brunette boy.

When she did happen to look up, there he was. Sitting in the middle of the classroom, next to the only seat available. She sighed. She knew where she'd be sitting. She went to the teacher, who of course, told her to sit next to him. She did as she was told, and made her way to her seat. She tripped over someone's book bag along the way, causing her to catch herself on one girls desk. The girl giggled, Sharpay blushed, then took her seat.

She turned her gaze slightly toward Troy's direction. He was sitting at the edge of his chair, hand clinging to the edges of the desk. He was holding on so tight that his knuckles were turning white. Worst yet, he was starring at her. She gave him a curious look, but he kept his face hard, almost painful. She looked down, hoping he'd move from his tense statue like pose, but he never did. Finally, the bell rang. He was the first one out the door.

She stood up, gathering her stuff. That was so weird. Why was he starring at me? He can't really act like that everyday. But how could it be about me? He doesn't even know me. Sharpay thought in her head. She sighed, gathering her book, but tripping as she went to walk away. She felt a pair of arms rap around her wait, pulling her back up. "Thanks." She muttered, turning around to see who it was. It was a guy, her age, with dark skin and large curly hair.

"No problem." He grinned. "I'm Chad. You're Sharpay Evans right?"

She smiled. "Yeah, but you can call me Shar."

"Cool, so what's your next class?"

She looked at her schedule, groaning. "Gym."

Chad smiled again. "Great. I have gym with you. I'll walk with you there."

"Okay, thanks." She said as they made their way out of the room and into a longer hallways that's he guessed was leading to the gym.

"So did you stab Troy Bolton with a pencil or something?" Chad asked suddenly, his voice amused. "He was acting really funny during class."

"Oh, was that the guy I was sitting next to?" She guessed, even though she already knew. Chad nodded. "I don't know. I didn't do anything to him."

"Yeah, well Bolton's a weird guy. I've never really talked to him." (isn't it so weird for them not to be best friends?)

"I guess." She shrugged, although she actually really wished she knew what had been going on with Troy. If only she was able to get inside his mind...

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I know it's a pretty lousy chapter, but yeah...it just kind of worked out that way. But review and tell me what you think anyways.

-Peace!

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