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Gabriella Montez woke up to the bright sunshine pouring from her window. She rubbed her eyes tiredly and glanced over at her digital alarm clock. In bright red, 6:43 flashed from the clock. Gabriella shot right out of her bed, realizing how late she was. She rushed in the bathroom and took a quick shower. After drying herself, she quickly threw on some jeans a pink shirt. She went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth. After tying her hair in a low side ponytail. She grabbed her things and rushed down the stairs.
"Gabi, what's wrong?" James Montez asked his 16-year old daughter from the kitchen.
"I'm gonna miss the bus!" Gabriella cried, grabbing some fruit off the bowl in the counter. "And then I have to tutor some kid..." She kissed her father goodbye and ran outside.
The sun shined brighty through the clouds, making the sky seem to stretch forever. Gabriella ran down the block, grabbing the strap of her backpack as she ran to the corner of her street, where the bus was parked. The students filed into the bus, just a couple a feet away from Gabriella. Suddenly the door closed and the bus drove right passed her.
"No!" Gabriella cried, frowning. "Ugggh," she moaned, throwing her hand over her forehead. She knew she couldn't ask her father for a ride, since he probably left by now. She checked her watch, it was almost 7:00 and school didn't start until 8:00. She threw her backpack over her shoulders and began to run to school.
Troy Bolton waltzed into school, the hallways were nearly empty, just a couple of students roaming around. Troy smiled at a few of his friends, greeting them with his "100-watt" smile. His Wildcat gym bag was hanging on his shoulder, the strap reaching across his chest. He walked in front of his locker, turned the dial, and pulled out a few books.
"Yo, Troy." Chad Danforth called with a smile, giving his friend a quick high-five. "Hurry up, man. We gotta head to the gym. Can't miss morning practice."
Zeke Baylor, another teammate known for his height, joined the two players. "Hey guys. Let's get moving, we have morning practice." Zeke patted his two friends on the shoulder before walking to the gym.
"I'll catch up with you guys, lemme just grab my books." Troy said, as Chad ran down to the gym. Troy began to throw his books into his backpack, letting out a heavy sigh. Another practice...Troy thought.
Back in the science lab, Gabriella had just arrived from her little jog, she was panting a little out of breath. There was a small coat of sweat on her forehead and she quickly brushed it off.
"Where were you?" Her best friend Taylor McKessie asked, leaving the student she was tutoring to talk to Gabriella. "I attempt to tutor him, but it was obvious I'm not capable to."
Gabriella was silent for a moment trying to catch her breath as she leaned tiredly against the doorframe. "I'm sorry," she coughed. "I missed the bus...and, and...I ran all the way over here." Gabriella said, walking over to the student she was supposed to tutor. "Sorry," Gabriella said to the student. "Gabriella Montez, junior." she said, taking out her hand for him.
"Dylan Matthews, senior." he said, taking her hand. "Uh, yeah. I've been having some problems in Physics."
Gabriella nodded, as Taylor smiled at her and returned to her originnal student. "I see..." she said, looking at his old test scores. "You're average is probably around...a D-, pretty close to an F." Gabriella explained.
"Yeah, I guessed when I was suspended from last week's game." Dylan said with a quick nod as he ran his hands through his hair.
"Football?" Gabriella guessed, with a smirk.
Dylan nodded. "Yeah."
"Well, let's get started..." Gabriella said with a small smile as she opened up her Physics book.
Troy tried to catch his breath, after her shot another basket. A shiny coat of sweat had already formed on his forehead, and he wiped it on his t-shirt. The other scrimmage team took the ball and Troy quickly followed him.
Jack Bolton, the team's coach, blew the whistle. "Alright, alright! Hurry up and change, you have ten minutes until your homeroom starts!" the team let out a sigh and jogged off into the locker rooms. "Troy," Jack said, stopping his son.
"Yeah, Coach?" Troy answered, wiping his forehead again.
Jack cripped his clipboard before he started to speak. "Now, if we want to make it to the semi-finals, we have to win the next game. As captain, the whole team's looking up to you. So, start working on goin' faking a right then going left? Switch it up every game, so it doesn't look obvious, okay?"
Troy nodded. Way to put on pressure, Dad. Troy jogged back into the locker, to join his teammates.
In the science lab, Gabriella and Taylor were still tutoring the students. Gabriella had tried over and over again to teach Dylan, but he always charmed his way to a different subject. Gabriella smiled at his often attempts, but always stayed on topic.
"Dylan, stop avoiding it." Gabriella said with a laugh.
Dylan laughed and stroked his caramel-colored hair. "No, I'm not, I'm just saying..."
"What are the laws of Physics?" Gabriella asked, with a smirk.
"Wait, there's laws? Like rules?" Dylan asked, knitting his eyebrows.
Gabriella laughed. "Newton's law? One of the greatest mathematicians ever. He pretty much discovered these laws." Gabriella said with a nod.
"If he's a mathematician, then why did he makes this stuff for physics?" Dylan asked, with a small smile.
Gabriella laughed. "What classes do you have after this?"
"Free period."
Gabriella checked her watch, it was less then two minutes until homeroom. "Oh my gosh, sorry Dylan, I have to go." She said, as she gathered her things. She looked around for Taylor, but she probably left already. "I'll see you tomorrow." she said, before running out and into the halls. The halls were cleared by now, and the bell had already rung. She darted past the gym and to the English classroom, which was on the other side of school.
By the time Gabriella had reached Ms. Darbus' room, she was in the middle of one of her overdramatic speeches about a project or a her Winter Musicale. Gabriella blushed as soon as Ms. Darbus and the whole class turned to her.
"Ah, thank you for joining us now, Ms. Montez." Ms. Darbus said in a stern tone. "I assume you did not notice that the bell has rung, and class has begun." Ms. Darbus said.
"I-I'm sorry, Ms. Darbus. I just c--" Gabriella was cut off.
"I don't have time for excuse, Ms. Montez," Ms. Darbus said, waving her had tiredly at her.
Suddenly, Troy rushed into the room, gripping onto the doorframe. "S-Sorry." Troy said, flipping his hair.
The droplets flew on Gabriella and she jerked away from him. "Watch it, Bolton." she said, sounding a little pissed.
"Stay outta my way, Montez." he cried back.
"Ah, Mr. Bolton, thank you for joining Ms. Montez in the Tardy Club." Ms. Darbus said, giving him a stern glare. "Take a seat," she said.
The two followed her orders immediately and slipped into the seat next to their best friends.
"As I was saying, I'd like you to work on a project about all the diverse countries. McKessie and Danforth for Japan, Sharpay Evans and Baylor for Italy, Cross and Neilson for Brazil, Evans and Cox for Puerto Rico." Ms. Darbus said, once she returned to her seat upon her stage.
Gabriella and Troy looked around the room, as the pairs got together. As the partners got together and discussed their plans for the projects, Gabriella and Troy walked up to Ms. Darbus' stage.
"Ms. Darbus?" Gabriella asked.
Ms. Darbus looked up from her paperwork and stared at her. "Yes?"
"I didn't get a partner."
Troy nodded. "Neither did I."
"Then you two will have a report on Australia." Ms. Darbus said, in a stern tone, giving them a narrow glare.
"WHAT?!" Troy and Gabriella shouted in unison.
"This isn't fair, I just missed the bus and I had to tutor a student!" Gabriella cried, throwing her palm over her forehead.
Troy let out an upset sigh. "I was doing early practices!"
"Learn how to sort your priorities..." Ms. Darbus said, before leaving the two.
"Ms. Darbus, this isn't fair. Troy is incompetent and doesn't understand anything. All he knows is how to shoot a ball through a hoop." Gabriella moaned.
"And what about you, Gabriella?" Troy cried. "Just because you're acing every class doesn't mean you can look down on everyone!"
Gabriella scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "I work hard on these grades, so if you're my partner, don't expect me to shove these answers down your throught. You have to learn something!" she cried.
"Well, Ms. Montez, then you shall teach him." she said, lowering her glasses before pushing them farther up her nose.
"Listen, I'm not that happy with being your partner, either. I just want to pass this class." Troy said, putting his hands in his pockets as she took a seat next to his desk.
"Well, if you want to pass, don't expect me to do all the work." Gabriella snapped, opening her notebook, she scribbled down a couple of notes. "If you're taking this class, you might as well learn. Not just, dribble it, pass it, we want a basket."
"I don't learn it, Montez, I do it. It's obvious we don't get along and I'll prove you wrong. I'll pass this class and finish my half of the work." Troy said, a little upset.
"Wow," Gabriella said with sarcasm in her voice as she raised her eyebrows. "You learned something. We don't get along, do...not. Never will." she said slowly, as if she was talking to a five-year old.
Troy opened his notebook aswell and wrote 'Austrailia' on the top. "Stop stereotyping me, Montez. I'm not a lunkhead basketball player, that needs your help."
"Really?" Gabriella said, smugly, raising an eyebrow. "You spelled Australia wrong, there's only one i, and it's after the l, before the a."
Troy rolled his eyes and corrected the word. "Whatever." he mumbled. "Wish I'd ship your smart mouth to Australia," he said under his breath.
"As do I," Gabriella said, writing down some notes without making eye contact with him.
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