Chapter Three.
"Hola Gabriella," Sharpay said as she stood on Gabriella's porch. It was pouring rain. "Can I come in?"
"Yes you can," Gabriella said and let Sharpay through the front door of her house. "Can I see the picture?"
Sharpay took the picture out of her jacket pocket. "Is anyone home? Because I don't want your mom to hear about this rumor, honestly."
"Whoa there. I don't know how people could think that's us. Even though it's in black and white, you can tell that one of the girls have a chocolate skintone," Gabriella observed. "And nope, no one's home. My mom's at work during this time."
"Exactly, Montez, exactly!" Sharpay agreed. "We're too pale to be those girls."
"Want any drinks?" Gabriella asked. "I have water and cola in the fridge."
"Yeah sure," Sharpay answered. "I'll get some water, thanks."
The two girls walked into the kitchen, and grabbed their drinks from the ice box.
"You could stay a bit longer here if you want, since it's raining like men out there," Gabriella offered.
"K, thanks, Gabriella," Sharpay bowed her head. "Hmm... if it were really raining men, now that'd be hot."
"I agree," Gabriella laughed quietly.
"So you like anyone from school?" Sharpay asked; starting a conversation.
"Not really. I like to think education first. My mom always said that," Gabriella turned red.
"Oh. Interesting. How about Troy Bolton?" Sharpay smiled. "That guy's a stud. I dated him once, but he became super immature for me to handle."
"Heh, you're right," Gabriella nodded. "He's hot, but I don't want to go out with him. He's too out there for me, you know? Like he's athletic, and well, I'm just the girl who loves to sit there and do homework."
"Yeah, I catch what you are saying," Sharpay agreed. "So what's new?"
"Nothing much...," Gabriella replied. "Same ol', same ol'."
"That's nice to hear; same here though," Sharpay said boredly. "Err... it's getting a bit boring here."
"Want to play a game?" Gabriella asked. "I got a stash of bored games - Life, Monopoly, Mad Gab, you name it."
"I'll go with the classic. How about Monopoly?" Sharpay suggested. "But we need to make it more exciting."
"Sure, I guess? Exciting? I don't know," Gabriella sighed.
"Let's play, and whoever loses, has to do something? I don't know. We'll think about it after the game," Sharpay said.
I've lost hope in this story. I don't care if no one really reviews, but if you do, then thanks. This story is just written so I can lag and stall on my other, much better story, "Behind Close Doors Lies Sweet Misery." Now that story, I want you to check out.