III. Troy: Part 1

It was the next day, Friday to be exact, and Troy stood in the center of the hallway, staring at Gabriella's locker. "Hey man…..um, what are you doing?" Chad said as he walked up to him. "N-nothing. Nothing man…." replied Troy, his voice soft."Well then stop staring at her locker!" Chad said as he turned to walk away. "Its just," Troy started. Chad stopped and looked at him. "Just…..what?" "I always thought she liked me……like we could be more than friends one day. How could she go with someone else to the festival? We were so close to kissing at the pep rally last year! I don't see why she already accepted someone else's invitation!" Troy banged his fist against his locker, trying not to tear up in front of his best friend. "Um……Troy" Chad began. "WHAT?!" Troy shouted as he twisted around to face him. "I h-have to t-t-tell you something….Gabriella is going to the Festival with-"

RING RING RING!

"With who?" Troy grabbed Chad by the shoulders. "I-I gotta go, I g-guess I will, um…..tell you at lunch…….bye!" Chad slithered from Troy's grasp and ran down the hallway, towards Spanish class. "UGH!" Troy groaned, picking up his book bag and turned in the opposite direction, heading for art class.

"See you at lunch!" Gabriella shouted to Taylor as she was running backwards. "Bye!" Taylor replied, taking off in the opposite direction. BAM! Gabriella ran straight into Troy. "Um…..sorry" She said, looking down at her books, frantically trying to pick them up. "No, it' totally my fault…….um, let me help you with those" He knelt down with her and began picking up the remaining books. Gabriella stared at Troy. "Troy, I….." she began. "I really…um" "You really what?" he asked her, staring back. "N-n-never mind. It doesn't even matter, not anymore anyway" she whispered, taking the books from him and stashing them securely in her bag. "I gotta get to Spanish" Gabriella said, looking around. A minute ago, the hall had been full of students trying desperately to get to their classes on time, now Troy and Gabriella were the only people in the hallway. "Yeah, Mrs. Hadmen will kill me if im late for art again" Troy replied. "Well, um………b-bye then…." Gabriella said as she rushed down the hall. A small pink book fell out of her bag. "Hey!" Troy shouted, "You dropped something!" But by the time he had picked it up, she had already rounded the corner.

It was a small, hardcover journal that read DIARY (which was crossed out). Troy went into the bathroom and made sure no one else was there. He quietly opened the journal and began reading the first page.

Dear Diary,

Today was my first day at this school and I had a GREAT time. I found out that Troy Bolton (you know, that AH-DORABLE boy that I met on New Years Eve) goes to my school! He's the star basketball player but he is sooooooooooooooooo out of my league, and plus, I don't want to have to fight off the crazy cheerleaders (and Sharpay) for his attention. Which brings me to person number two: Sharpay Evans. She's a REAL pain. All I did was LOOK at the stupid sign up form for the school musical and she pushes me aside and writes her name over ALL of the sign up lines. It's not like I am gonna do it anyways, I mean SERIOUSLY, who would want to be in something called Tinsel Towne?

Sincerely Yours,

Gabriella Montez

That was the day before we tried out for the musical! Troy thought to himself. He hurriedly began flipping through the pages, trying to see if she wrote in it everyday, realizing this was true, an idea came to him. If she writes in this everyday, then that means she'll probably have written down who she is going to the festival with tomorrow! Troy's face lit up with excitement. He anxiously turned to the very last page she had written on, which was dated for the day before. Troy's eyes hurriedly scanned the page, looking for the words Fall Festival, date, or Troy. After Troy read it thoroughly, he looked up. Chad…..why didn't he just tell me? I would've understood… Troy's eyes turned a pale blue, he was mad at both Gabriella and Chad. Why didn't Chad tell me? Why hasn't Gabriella ever told me her true feelings? Why is she scared of kissing me? Why am I so out of her league? Troy slid Gabi's diary safely into his backpack and slowly walked out of the bathroom and towards art class.