I do not own the celebrities or plot from HSM. (Duh, how could I own a celebrity?) I do, however, own this story's plotline and OCs. The e-mail addresses, phone numbers, et cetera are completely made up. Reviews are welcome but no flamers. If you have any ideas for small events in a chapter let me know:D

I apologize for dragging this out. Don't worry, Zac Efron and gang will come!

Chapter 3

"Oh. My. God," screamed Serena, "You won, Sonja! You won! You're in High School Musical 3!"

"I won?" I asked dumbfounded. How could I win? I'm a nerd. I never get to do anything like that. That's for popular girls. The crowd began to push me towards the stage.

"You must've made a mistake," I shouted, "I couldn't have won."

"Nope, no mistakes." Ashley Tisdale took my hand and led me to the stage. "Hey Edmonton, meet your new star!"

"Daddy, remember to open windows when you get home," I kissed my father on the cheek.

"Of course I will, Sonja," he answered. I turned to my mother.

"Have fun in Europe."

"I will darling." My mother wrapped me in a hug.

I turned to Jack. "Anything but first is last," I coached. My brother laughed.

"Oh, yeah? If the guy you date turns out to be a jerk, I won't kick him in the balls for you."

"Okay, okay, second is good too," I surrendered.

"Fine, I take it back. I will kick him in the crotch. Very, very hard." I laughed and ruffled his hair.

Last I turned to Serena.

"Bye, sister from another mister." Serena grabbed me into a hug that nearly broke my back.

"Remember," she whispered into my ear, "the inside."

The whole flight I thought about my family, Serena, and my grandmother lying in her bed at home. Once we arrived in Los Angeles, however, I was more worried about finding my luggage.

"What do you mean you can't find my luggage? That has my cell phone, my trailer keys, my script, everything inside of it!"

"I'm sorry, miss," the clerk responded bored, "we will call you back as soon as we find your luggage."

"Hey! You don't talk to young ladies like that! Get her her luggage now." The clerk paled and backed from the counter.

"Yes, sir, right away sir."

"Thanks. He was giving me a hard time."

"Don't mention it." I turned and gasped. The guy who helped me out was none other than … Lucas Grabeel! Bet you thought I was going to say Zac Efron, huh? Don't worry. He comes later.

"Oh my gosh, your Lucas Grabeel!" I nearly shouted it.

"The one and only."

"I'm Sonja Gerhardt," I introduced. Recognition sparked on his face.

"You're Sonja? That's great! I'm here to pick you up!"

"Seriously? You came all the way here to pick me up?"

Lucas smiled. "'Course, Ashley said, and I quote, 'Sonja is just the cutest! She has these gorgeous long legs and killer eyes! You will all love her!' So I had to see the bombshell we were hiring."

My smile disappeared as quickly as it had come. "I'm not that pretty." Lucas was about to say something when the clerk came back holding my bags.

"Thank you," I thanked politely as Lucas took my bags.

"C'mon," he said, "my car's just out front."

"There she is!" Ashley came over and greeted me. "I am so glad you came! The producers are anxious to meet you! So is the rest of the cast, of course."

"Hey Ashley," Lucas greeted. Ashley walked over and kissed him on the cheek. I saw Lucas's ears turn bright red. Someone had a crush! I was so using that later.

"Come on, Sonja!" Ashley took my hand and dragged me into Studio 16. People were hurrying about, fixing props, and shouting orders. Then there was a group of people sitting in the middle of the set talking. Ashley bounced right up to them and introduced me.

"Everyone this is Sonja, Sonja this is everyone."

"Hey," greeted Vanessa Ann Hudgens. She smiled sweetly. Please let Serena not be right about her being mean.

"Hey girl," greeted Monique Coleman, "Love the dress." She was commenting on my clothes! My $26 cherry dress bought at Mariposa clothes!

"What up?" nodded Corbin Bleu. I turned to the last member of the cast who hadn't greeted me. Zac Efron. He just kept staring at me with his piercing blue-green eyes. I began to fidget, uncomfortable under his stare.

"What?" I snapped, "Haven't you seen a blonde with gorgeous legs in a dress before?"

"No, I've seen plenty," Zac retorted, "but I don't see one right now." Ouch. That hurt.

"At least I don't have to diss 15 year olds to boost my ego."

"You're 15? You look 12." Another hit.

"Hey, if you're 18, why does your entire fan base consist of 10 year olds?" Zac was about to say something else when Lucas interrupted.

"Maybe the girls would like to show Sonja her trailer?" The three girls nodded and dragged me a way. As we walked I glanced around and saw Zac stick his middle finger up at me. That jerk. He was so going to get what's coming to him.

My trailer was medium-sized. A queen sized bed was already made for me and the fridge came stocked. I began to unpack and the girls helped me.

"Damn girl, where'd you learn to diss like that?" Monique asked me, "I thought only the 'hood knew how."

"At my school you would always be burned unless you could comeback with something. I'm used to the burns Zac gave me; they're so old."

Vanessa held up one of my bags. "This whole bag has books in it!"

"Oh yeah! Put them on the shelves. My parents bought them for me before we left. They're so I don't forget to study."

"Study?"

"Well, you may all be finished with high school but I still have to take it."

Quietly we continued unpacking. When it was 6 Ashley took out some ice cream and fudge sauce and made sundaes. The girls wanted to know everything abut me, so they thought a round of truths would be enough.

"Have you ever frenched a guy?" Monique asked.

"No," I answered quietly.

"What? Seriously?"

"Yeah, I've only ever had 3 boyfriends." The girls stared at me in disbelief.

"But…you're so pretty…" started Ashley. I glared at her.

"No, I'm not."

Vanessa took a spoon out of her mouth. "I've got one for you," she smiled eagerly, "did you ever have a celebrity crush on Zac?"

I was quiet. I did not want to answer this question, but I had to. "Yeah," I admitted. The girls squealed.

"Too bad he hates her," pointed out Monique.

"Thanks," I added sarcastically.

"What? It's true! Very time he meets a girl it's always-"

Ashley put on a very masculine voice, "Hey baby, you're looking hot today."

Vanessa laughed and added, "And then he takes you out for dinner for a week, sometimes hooking up with you if he feels like it, then drops you with-"

"Sorry, but I don't think you're the girl I'm looking for." (Ashley again.)

I laughed. "How do you all know this?"

"Zac and I had a fling a year or two ago," Ashley answered. I turned to Vanessa, she just nodded.

"What about you Monique?"

"Nuh-uh. I don't date white guys." A new round of laughter came.

"So you're a virgin then, Sonja?" The question threw me off guard.

"Yeah," I answered quietly.

"Don't worry. Today must just be Zac's off-day. He'll probably be your first in about a week," Vanessa attempted to console me.

I glared at them. "Actually I want to be a virgin until I'm married." The girls looked at me in surprise.

"Wow," Ashley sighed, "That's really cool."

"Yeah," Monique and Vanessa agreed.

"Is Zac really such a player?" I asked, not wanting to believe them.

"Yes, we're protecting you by telling you this."

After the girls left I sent an e-mail to Serena.

To: First Night

Zac Efron's a loser. He's a player too. There goes your dream of me being Mrs. Efron! Lucas Grabeel is really nice, same with al the girls. Hope to write to you soon.

Love, Sonja

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As I lay in my bed that night I cried. I knew I wasn't pretty but did Zac have to say it? Why is it that every time you want to believe a nice guy exists, your opinion changes of them in a heartbeat? That night I made a resolution. I was on a mission.

Mission Statement: Don't fall for Zac Efron.