I still don't know why I write this. :(
Ce Matin La
(That Morning)
Part III: Gabriella
Gabriella Montez prided herself on her brains. When she first came to East High School, she had thought differently, of course. Her intelligence was something of a taboo, something she didn't like to display. She had cried in her mother's lap and said she didn't want to be the 'freaky genius girl' anymore.
She shudders when she thinks about it, not just because of how lonely she was, but because of how ungrateful she was.
Now in the present day, she loves being smart. She loves the proud smile and inqusitive look that Troy gets on his face when she does something mind boggling, the way he inches closer to her and asks that she explains it.
She loves how her intelligence has given her this way to read people, to understand them better. She's thinking of majoring in physcology, really, because all things considered, it would be a very interesting career for someone like her.
But we'll have to see, after all.
Gabriella had learned to use her smarts to get ahead. To understand things before others even noticed them. So when Troy didn't answer, it got her thinking. It was so unlike him not to answer his phone at anytime of the day, because he always had it on him and it was always charged; he got such constant text messages that he never wanted to miss one.
Especially from her.
Despite all of her smarts, Gabriella lacked tact. She lacked confidence in her ability to confront and even though she suspected something was up with Troy, she feared she probably wouldn't say anything.
So that morning before school, she decides not to call him again but rather she takes a long shower. She blow dries and curls her hair. She wears a little bit more blush and a little bit more eyeliner. It takes a lot of effort to be Troy Bolton's girlfriend and she plays the role well.
She likes to think she's up to the challenge, but she's never quite sure. After all, she can't calculate her way around this one.